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ITEMS in this collection:

Mother Knows Best Rebirth - Chap 4*
  *Subsequent Chapter previews interspersed among other posts...

Sarah

Stacy’s Quest - Rebooted

The Proteus Effect - Chap 2* (With voice acting!)
  *Subsequent Chapter previews interspersed among other posts...

Equalty: Genesis (With voice acting!)

In-Shape

Beverly and Betty Chap 2

Lyris's Excursion (Anya's Oddysey 2)

The Trouble With Magic Chap 2

PowerCore - Chapter 3*  (With voice acting!)
  *Subsequent Chapter previews interspersed among other posts...

In-Shape Chap 2

Equality: Dawn Chap 2

Equality: Dawn Finale

Legend of the Crystals Chap 4

Big Things Come in Small Packages *Excerpt*

The Demonic Deal - Story Mode


Preview:
Mother Knows Best Rebirth - Chapter 4
by MagnusMagneto

Hey everyone,

The following is a preview of my upcoming Patreon release.  In all honesty though, I think it works very well as a stand-alone chapter.  It represents a good vertical slice of what the series is all about, and can be understood with only a little context, in my opinion at least.  Without further adeiu, here it is - let me know if you like it!


(Recap:

This story features Tara, 35 year old single mother and her son Cory, 17 years old.  They are spending the summer together at a vacation home belonging to Tara’s brother.  For the first few weeks, Cory plays the latest video games in his room nonstop while Tara lounges around watching shallow television programs.  Eventually, Tara decides that she wants to spend her time away from work improving herself.  She tries to get Cory to join in, but he reneges her offers, going so far as to insult and humiliate his mother.  Frustrated, Tara challenges her son to a have a physical contest after a set period of time for training - the winner of which would become the undisputed leader of the household for the summer.  During this time, Tara pushed her body as far as she could, and experienced results bordering on supernatural.

During their contest, Tara completely dominated Cory in every category.  Despite their former agreement, Cory still remained disobedient, prompting Tara to come up with creative ways to discipline him.  Instead of resorting to anything physical, she simply used the threat of ramping up her self improvement even further to frighten him.  During this time, Tara also found out that her brother, Terry, will be visiting with his family in a few weeks.  Driven by a combination of the desire to ‘discipline’ Cory and show off to her brother, Tara pushes herself even further to become the best possible version of herself. 

As of the end of Chapter 3, Tara’s hands-off ‘discipline’ has finally begun to work.  Cory has started to perform his tasks without need for reminder, and has even begun to show glimmers of respect for his mother.  Despite this, there is still work to be done.  With one week remaining until Terry visits, Tara is determined to prove to her brother that women are not the inferior sex.)


1.) The morning after Chapter 3

6 Days Until Terry’s Visit

As the sun’s rays hit Cory’s face, his body naturally woke up.  There was no alarm forcing him to rise, nor was his mother’s powerful voice coercing him to.  He felt rejuvenated and… good.  The teenager hated to admit it, but regulating his sleep cycle, eating better food, and moving his body while performing various household chores was improving his quality of life.

Cory shuffled into the bathroom where he took the time to wash his face and brush his teeth.  He wasn’t entirely sure why he bothered with this.  In truth, unbeknown to Cory, this drive stemmed from his constantly self-improving mother slowly rubbing off on him.  Seeing the results of Tara’s positive lifestyle had subconsciously inspired him to begin taking small steps of his own on that same path.

After freshening up, Cory made his way into the living room.  He quickly noticed that Tara had made a number of changes to the space. Primarily she brought up a number of exercise implements: yoga mats, pull up bars, a small assortment of free weights, body weights some other assorted equipment.

Cory’s attention was next drawn to something he was not expecting to see: his mother performing a hand-stand in the middle of the living room floor. “Uhh.. Mom, what’re you doing?” Cory asked, clearly bewildered at the sight in front of him.

His confusion was justified.  Tara was frozen in place.  A pair of hefty looking ankle weights adorned her feet.  Further inspection would reveal that they were 40 pounds each.  Tara was held perfectly still by the strength of her brawny arms alone.  The 35 year old woman was adorned in her now typical workout wear: a sports bra and outrageously skimpy athletic shorts.

“Just hanging out.” Tara explained.  With slow controlled motions she moved her legs forward and backward, causing her midsection to bulge out forward from the effort.  “Come here.” Tara ordered.  Despite being upside down, her voice was still loud and commanding, effortlessly filling up the space of the large room.

Cory slowly made his way towards the feminine pillar of muscle.  As he approached he began to take in the full extent of his mother’s muscularity.  Her legs were a pair of trunk-like slabs of power, fully detailed with thick pulsing ridges of definition.  There was a wide separation between her tear-drop quadriceps and the rest of the leg.  Cory turned his gaze downward and was greeted by the sight of Tara’s wide upper body effortlessly supporting her.  His mother’s face had turned slightly red from blood rushing to her brain.

“Push me.” Tara said.

“Mom.. What?”

“Do it.  Give me a shove.  Knock me over!” Tara challenged.

Cory hesitated for a moment but decided that if it’s what she wanted there was no harm in obliging.  He gave a half-hearted push.  To his surprise, his mother hadn’t budged whatsoever.

“Come on Cory, give me a real shove!” Tara yelled out.

Cory gathered himself before pushing against his mother with greater force than his prior attempt.  It felt like smashing against a rock covered with velvet skin.  Tara budged slightly, but she remained firm.

“Can’t knock your old mom over?” She asked with a laugh.

Cory scowled before readying himself and slamming in to Tara’s upside down body.  It actually hurt his shoulder a bit to smash into the densely packed brawn.  Tara wavered slightly, but still refused to fall down.  Frustrated, Cory let out a growl before grabbing onto his mother’s torso and pushing with all of his might.  The teen was amazed by how ridiculously hard and dense the muscles comprising Tara’s midsection were.  Tara began to lose ground and had to focus, willing her arms to remain supplanted.  Despite her efforts, Cory eventually won out and Tara tumbled backward onto her hands before standing at her full height - eye level with her son.

Looking at his mother in the eye while they were both barefoot was a sensation that Cory still hadn’t acclimated to.  Then again, his mother possessing more than 50 pounds of muscle over him was also something he hadn’t grown accustomed to.  “I’d consider that cheating, but I guess you still got me regardless.” Tara said with a wink.  “Alright, well it’s time for my second weight lifting session of the morning.  How about you cook us up a really big breakfast that we can enjoy together?”

“Uh.. Alright.” Cory nodded.  He shuffled towards the kitchen while his mother headed for the basement.

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Half an hour later, Tara and Cory were eating an assortment of eggs, bacon and other breakfast foods.  Cory couldn’t help but occasionally stare for brief periods of time as Tara shoveled mouthful after mouthful of calorie dense food into her mouth.  She ate as if it were her duty; as if neglecting to eat every last morsel in a timely manner would be some kind of crime.  He watched as Tara’s thick limbs bunched up each time she brought another mouthful to her lips.  Cory wasn’t positive, but she looked even larger than even a mere half hour ago.

“So…” Cory started.  “Uhh… just how strong are you now?”

“Well I finally cleared 500 pounds on my bench press.” Tara stated casually before taking a long gulp out of a glass of milk mixed with the protein powder she had synthesized the evening prior.

Cory was so surprised by the news that the food in his mouth got caught in his throat until he swallowed some water.  “Are you kidding me?”

Tara smirked.  “Do you think I’d lie about that?  To be honest, after this shake I’ll probably be able to go heavier.” She took another long sip for emphasis.

The rest of the meal was eaten in silence.  After they finished, Tara made a proposition: “Would you like to join me on my morning run?”

Cory pondered the offer for a moment.  It was strange, he actually kind of wanted to go.  Seeing his mother transform her body like this was slowly nagging away at him to improve himself.  “I think I would just slow you down to be honest.” He admitted.

“Truthfully, if we were going entirely for speed, then yeah, you would slow me down.  That said, I have enough equipment to challenge me a good deal, and can utilize some techniques that focus on working my body instead of just moving quickly.”  Tara explained.

Cory moved his head to and fro as he continued to consider the possibility of going for a run with his mother.

Sensing his indecisiveness, Tara added further reassurance “Come on, I promise you won’t be holding me back, and I’ll try to not make you look too wimpy.”  She grinned with a playful wink.

“Alright.” Cory conceded.

It was settled.


1.5)

The summer sun was fairly oppressive for Cory as he hadn’t been outside much the past few months.  The teen also wasn’t quite prepared for the sight of his mother in her “running equipment”.  She had a pair of ridiculously heavy looking ankle and wrist weights, a sizable backpack strapped to her upper half, and the oxygen training mask he recalled seeing a long time ago.  They ran on the beginner trail as Cory had very few remaining delusions of self-pride after the events of the past few weeks.  Tara made strange movements similar to running in place, bringing her knees up extremely high.  This allowed them to keep pace together while accommodating Cory’s relatively slow speed.

They eventually reached the end of the trail, signifying the half-way mark of the run.  It was a nice little spot with a scenic overlook and some large trees.  Cory came to an abrupt halt, heavily panting.  He was surprised how difficult this ‘beginner’ trail was.  Tara also came to a stop.  Despite wearing a mask restricting her oxygen significantly, while wearing 25 pound wrist weights and 40 pound ankle weights, Tara was barely even phased from the effort.  She took her mask off and tossed it aside before retrieving a water bottle from her backpack and handing it to Cory.

Silently he reached over and grabbed it.  “Thanks.” He muttered, still breathing heavily. 

The teen drank deeply from the bottle, relishing in the sensation of the cool liquid splashing on his tongue.  While Cory rested, Tara tossed her backpack aside and grabbed onto a large tree branch nearby.  With her body weights still attached, the muscular woman proceeded to perform windshield wiper style pull ups, allowing her to utilize a full range of motion moving from left to right in between repetitions.  She also included various leg raises to target her core further.  Cory watched in awe as he watched his mother crank out repetition after repetition.  She was like a machine, perfectly executing the difficult exercise with little to no imperfections.

After a dizzying number of pull ups, Tara finally dropped to her feet.  She retrieved a metallic water bottle from her backpack that was full of the milk and synthesized protein.  As she drank from it, she could immediately feel her body growing stronger from its nourishment in response to the torture she had recently put it through.  The sensation was immensely pleasurable, and Tara had to stop her mind from drifting off to fantasies of becoming even more powerful.  Tara would have shared the shake with Cory to help him recover faster, but she was unsure if he would  like the taste, and more importantly - if his body could handle the unique blend she had concocted.  At any rate, the last thing she wanted to do was potentially make Cory ill halfway through a run that had clearly taken a toll on him.  She was very well aware of how exhausted Cory was, and they still had to make the return trip.

“Don't misinterpret this suggestion, but if you took your shirt off you'd probably feel a lot better.  The sun's pretty harsh today.  Plus, it's nice to soak in some vitamin D.”  Tara stretched her arms upward, causing the thick sinews of muscle coating her lats and underarms to ripple.  “Just don't get sun burnt.”

Cory shuffled around a bit, nervously glancing around before finally conceding and taking his oversized t-shirt off.  He had to admit that he felt an instant relief from a gentle breeze of cool air brushing against his skin.  It was still hot outside, but an improvement nonetheless. 

While Cory found some relief from the sun's oppression, he was now faced with another dilemma: an inevitable comparison with his mother.

Despite standing the same height, the difference in Cory and Tara's bodies was staggering.  With his shirt off, for the first time he was faced with a direct comparison of his torso with his mother's.  Cory's midsection was fairly flat and possessed a sequence of lightly toned abs, slightly less impressive than those he bore at the beginning of the summer.  Tara's on the other hand was a dominating, powerful washboard of strength.

Cory couldn't help but stare at how intricately detailed Tara's obliques, serratus and Adonis belt were in comparison to his fairly formless torso. 

“You okay Cory?” Tara asked.

Cory shook himself back to reality.  “Yeah.”

“You seem kind of… dazed about something.”

Cory blinked a couple of times.  “It’s uh…” he blushed a bit.  “Well, don’t take it the wrong way, it’s just, your abs.”

“What’s so surprising?  They’ve been fully visible for a while now.”  Tara said, referring to her abs. 

“Yes but…” Cory looked down at his own exposed upper body and back to his mother’s.  Even his chest, bearing a pair of toned and moderately sized pecs looked weak compared to Tara’s.  The older woman’s chest had wider, thicker slabs of muscle than his, with a deeper separation in the middle, and a series of detailed ridges indicating their superior development.  Of course, Tara also possessed a pair of sizable breasts, but Cory wasn’t particularly concerned with such things since this was his mother.

“Cory…” Tara started, a hint of concern entering her voice.  “You shouldn’t try to compare yourself to me or to anyone else.  You should just try to be the best version of yourself.”

Cory dwelled on his mother’s advice for a few moments before responding.  “I guess you’re right.”

Tara could tell that there was still something bothering her son.  “So, anything else?”

“Well… I don’t want you to get weirded out, but could you like… flex them?  Your abs?”

“Oh?”  Tara cocked an eyebrow.  “You WANT me to pump them up?”

Cory shrugged.  “Yeah.”

Tara smirked.  She stretched her torso upward before internally clenching her abdominals while externally crunching downward, causing an explosion cobblestoned muscles to burst forward.  She repeated this process a few times, forcing the muscles to grow slightly more engorged than their prior form.  After five repetitions they reached their most pumped state.  Cory continued to stare at the process. 

“Do you want to touch them?” Tara offered.

Cory gulped before reaching over and placing his hand on top one of the individual bricks of muscle.  He ran his fingers in between each ridge, finding himself blown away at just how deep they were.  After lingering for a moment he retracted his hand.  On a whim, he positioned himself closer to his mother’s side and crunched down his own midsection for a comparison.  There was no competition at all: Tara looked like a statue of a goddess next to a mere human teenager.  What really blew Cory away was how the separate muscles on Tara’s abdomen jutted outward so much further than his, and how many more visible ridges she had.  On top of this, the sides of her torso concaved further in than his, as she still possessed a slightly slimmer waist, despite holding far more muscle.

“Can you, uh, flex you arms?” Cory asked.

Tara cocked an eyebrow before raising her arms, causing her lats to flare out again and performing a classic double-bicep pose.  She pumped the cantaloupe sized arms multiple times, causing them to rise slightly higher with each repetition before finally reaching their full height.  Cory proceeded to imitate the pose by flexing is own arms.  Again, the difference was night and day.  While Cory held some decent muscle tone, he looked emaciated next to the kingdom of power that was his mother.  Tara’s biceps were larger, fuller, more sharply defined, far more highly peaked, and even possessed longer ‘bellies’ than Cory’s.  Running across Tara’s mighty arms were a select few visible, intimidating, veins of deep blue color that fed her muscles with the necessities they needed to function and grow.  Cory on the other hand possessed no such muscularity.

“And, uh, the triceps?” Cory asked.

This time mother and son flexed in unison.  Cory produced a moderately sized masculine bump; while Tara created a huge, throbbing horseshoe of vigor.  A myriad of intricate striations adorned the broad U of Tara’s tricep, indicating the low body fat she possessed and supreme muscle maturity of her limb.  Cory’s bump, meanwhile, was mostly smooth, lacking the shape and detail of his mother’s.  Worse yet, moment by moment, Tara’s muscle seemed to grow further engorged, expanding as it reveled in the pressure applied to it and the scenario at hand.  At the same time, Cory’s corresponding tricep was starting to shake and quiver, looking weaker and less impressive in direct correlation to his mother’s.  On a metaphysical level, power was flowing to and from Tara in all directions.  In this corner of the world, in this moment, she was supremely dominant.

“I… I think the muscle parts of your arms are like more than double the size of mine.” Corry murmured in a near-trance before finally untensing his body and taking a step away from his mother.

His blush deepened.  Tara worried that perhaps she had grown too alluring.  Cory’s behavior was highly uncharacteristic.  “You aren’t uh… well, you know?  Like… enjoying this or something, right?” she asked with a concerned tone.

Cory immediately shook his head.  “What? No!” He yelled out.  “I’d never want to date a chick that’s all buff and shit!” he was extremely animated and gesticulated wildly.  “Uh, no offense.” He quickly added.

“Really?” Tara asked.  “If there was a girl your age with a body like this you’d turn her down?”

Cory’s face flushed red.  “I… I don’t know! You’re my mom!  I’m not going to think about stuff like that!  Come on!”

Tara laughed a little.  “Alright, calm down.  So what’s this about?  Getting me to flex and stuff?”

Cory shrugged.  “I dunno.  It’s just kind of cool I guess.  After getting past being scared shitless that my mom’s muscles are like twice as big as mine that is.  I’ve never really seen muscles like that before.  Not in real life anyway.”

“And stronger per inch than yours.” Tara playfully added with a wink.

“Yeah, whatever.  It’s just…” Cory struggled for a bit to find the words.  “Well, not to be mean, but I never really had a strong parent, you know?  Like a physically strong one.”

“Oh.”  That’s when it hit Tara.  For all the knowledge she had acquired the past few weeks, despite the hours spent pouring over books of psychology, she hadn’t even considered this.  Cory never had a father in his life.  Or more precisely, a strong, dominant individual in both body and mind.  Tara had always been a relatively weak pushover both physically and mentally.  Her powerful mind surged as she considered the implications Cory’s intentional comparison with her had.  She quickly posited that he was, on a subconscious level, employing a primal test to see if Tara deserved to the be the alpha of their small tribe.  She further theorized that he likely was unsure of why he felt compelled to do such a thing, especially since it was so unfavorable on his end, but deep down he wanted to make sure that she truly was the powerful parental leader he had desired all of his life.  Tara knew that she could use this position to many different ends.  She decided that she would take up the helm and become as strong a parent as possible for her son.  After all, it was the least she could do now that he was already almost an adult.

“Well, you do now.” Tara responded with a smile, referring to Cory’s prior question.

“I hope that didn’t, uh, come off the wrong way.  I’m not trying to say you’re a man or anything.”

Tara laughed warmly.  “Nah, I get it.  Plus I know very well that I’m a woman through and through, even if I can bench press 500 pounds.” She winked.  “Well, now that I’m physically qualified in your book to be a father figure in addition to my motherly duties, we should make up for lost time, eh?”

“What do you mean?” Cory responded.

“Maybe, we should start doing some manly things.” She giggled in a particularly high pitch - perhaps to remind Cory that this was still the same woman he knew for the entirety of his life.

“Like what?”

“You wanna punch them?” Tara asked.

“What?” Cory didn’t follow along.

“My abs.  Go on.  Give them a hit.  Like a punching bag.  Like that time you punched them after our competition.”  She formed a fist and clanged it against her midsection, causing an earthy, hollow sound to ring out.  “Just don’t hurt your hands again, okay?” she added kindly.

Cory hesitated for a moment before collecting himself and taking up his mother’s offer.  He began punching as hard as he could without hurting his knuckles.  The blows glanced off of Tara’s indomitable midsection as if they were nothing.  Cory let out all of his frustrations as he continued unleashing strike after strike, each attack causing a fleshy thudding sound.

“Keep going.” Tara encouraged.  “Let it all out.  You can’t hurt me.  I’m your shield now.”

The words worked and Cory vented further.  Her statement didn’t demean or belittle Cory; instead, it emboldened him.  While Cory’s mind was muddled with years of preconceived notions; in that moment he truly respected his mother and viewed her as a bulwark of stability in his life.  For that brief period of time he actually wanted Tara to become even stronger.  He wanted her to become the most powerful person alive because she was his mother and he loved her.

Unfortunately, that moment of clarity eventually came to pass.  Cory’s arms tired and he felt thoroughly relieved of his burdens for the time being.

“Alright.  Thanks.” He said, panting a bit before grabbing the water bottle and taking a swig from it.

“Ready to start heading back?” Tara asked, equipping her backpack and readying her oxygen training mask.

“Yeah.” Cory nodded.

“By the way, I’m going to have another weight lifting session once we get back.  Want to join?  I can teach you how to actually train.”  Tara winked.

“Another session!?  Didn’t you already have two?  I don’t think it’s even noon yet!”

The older woman smirked.  “Well someone’s gotta stay strong enough to be your punching bag.  So whaddya say?”

“I’ll… I’ll consider it.”

And with that mother and son headed home.



(I hope you enjoyed the preview.  If you liked it enough, please consider pledging $4 or more to my Patreon before July 31st to receive the entire thing.  This is mere the first 25-30% of the story, so there's lots more where that came from!  https://www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto .  If you can't afford, or don't want to help out - that's totally cool, and I hope you enjoyed the story regardless!) 

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Preview:
Sarah
By MagnusMagneto
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[This is a preview for my upcoming Patreon release: Sarah! It’s a story that might remain as a one-off, but has potential for a sequel. It’s extremely silly and ridiculous, in my opinion my most whimsical tale yet. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it for some fast, fun FMG reading! As with all of my previews, this is a fairly sizable chunk of content that is hopefully enjoyable on its own - feel free to leave feedback for it! If you’d like to receive the full story and help support me writing so much content, please pledge at least $4 to my patreon before September 25th: www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto ]]

1.)

“Do you even know how many calories that is?” I asked my sister Sarah. We were in the family kitchen. Sarah was wearing her usual outfit of a black tank-top and black short-shorts paired with Converse sneakers. It was a fitting look for a 16 year old girl who recently came to appreciate showing off her body. While I still hold the mental barriers of being her blood-related brother, even I have to admit that puberty treated her very well. She was lithe and petite, standing a full head beneath my 5’10” frame. Her tank-top exposed a few inches of flat midriff, and her thighs were similarly slender. I would never think of her in a sexual manner, but I can certainly understand her desire to show off her form and the admirers she drew.

Sarah had just finished shoving into her mouth what must have been the 13th cookie I had witnessed her devour. I was also fairly certain she had eaten more before I arrived.

She looked at me as if I were speaking in another language. “What?”

I moved over to the container she was eating out of, picked it up, and began reading the nutrition facts. I knew the calorie count would be bad, but I was startled at just how bad it really was. “Sarah…” I started, “I saw you eat 13 cookies. That’s like… over 1400 calories. I’m sure you ate some more before I got here too.”

She gave an apathetic shrug. “So what? I’m having a snack.”

“Sarah, you can't just… shove over a thousand calories down your throat and call it a snack.”

“Whoa, excuse me bro.” She quipped with a fiery tone. “But I can do whatever I want. Are you afraid I'm going to get fat or something? Why do you care?”

I shrugged. “Sorry, just trying to be real with you. A girl your size and activity level probably only needs like 1800 calories a day total.”

“Well, maybe I'll just be more active then. I'll go pump some iron in the basement and turn those cookies into muscles!”

“That… It doesn't work that way.” I started, trying to process how I would possibly explain this in simple terms.

“Sure it does. When you lift weights, it tells your body to turn the food into gains. Mmm… imagine that bro, imagine your little sister with big guns.” she let out a laugh before flexing her slender arms, which caused next to nothing to happen.

“If you want to get fit, that's great, but eating cookies and then lifting weights after isn't the answer.”

Sarah rolled her eyes and let out a sigh. “Damn you’re dumb bro. I literally just had health class about that today, and the teacher said that working out makes your body convert food into GAINS!”

“Yes but… that's simplifying it. When you work out your body really just -” I droned on for a while about how muscles are damaged and then the body assigns protein to them to be repaired. All the while Sarah barely listened, as she was clearly mentally elsewhere.

“Riiight.” she cut in eventually. “So basically, protein equals mega gains. Got it.”

“No that's not-”

Before I could finish my sentence, Sarah had opened the fridge and retrieved a jug of whole milk. She looked down at the label and proudly listed the protein content out loud. “Eight grams per cup!” she announced, as if that actually meant something to her.

I tried once again to talk some reason into her: “Well, that helps, but there's also a ton of other, better sources of protein-” I stopped myself as she had taken the cap off and began to drink directly from it.

“Hell yeah!” she yelled out in between gulps. “I can feel my body getting ready for the gain train. Just gotta finish fueling up, then I'll go hit dad's weights!”

I shook my head and considered it a lost cause. The boys in her class would consider it a shame after she packed on a few pounds from this reckless eating, but I told myself that perhaps that's what it would take for her to start listening to me.

2.)

About twenty minutes later I heard a loud clanging emanating from the basement. I presumed it was Sarah, and a few minutes later my suspicions were confirmed. She was jerking a barbell around like a child with an over-sized toy.

“Sarah! Careful!” I yelled out. “You'll sprain your muscles or injure yourself if you don't use proper form.”

“Don't worry about it bro.” Sarah responded coolly. “I heard that if you confuse your body by mixing it up, you'll get better results.”

“That's… that wasn't referring to THIS!” I pointed to her as she swung the barbell around insolently.

“Jeeze bro. Take a chill pill. I’ll mix it up and do it ‘proper’ too.” She relaxed a little and began performing the exercise with better form, although it was still far from perfect. She was curling the dumbbell with surprising ease. A small bubble of muscle popped up on each of her arms from becoming pumped up. “Wow bro! Check it out.” She said, referring to her arms. “Getting gains already!”

“Those aren’t gains Sarah. That’s your muscle becoming pumped up. It’ll wear off soon. That said, it is an important-”

“Oh my god shut up.” Sarah barked before dropping the barbell onto the ground with a light crash. She moved over to a weight bench and slipped underneath a bar loaded up with 100 pounds, readying herself to press it.

“Sarah! Wait!” I exclaimed moving over. “That’s way too much for a begin-”

“SHUT UP!” she yelled again, and before my very eyes she lifted the bar straight up into the air and pressed it down to her chest. I was thoroughly amazed that she was capable of performing such a feat. While 100 pounds on the bench press wasn’t some kind of record, it was still a ton of weight for a girl her size who had never bothered lifting before in her life. I feared that she would lose control and drop it, severely injuring herself, but instead she continued to crank out repetition after repetition, easily bringing it down to her chest and back up again.

“See.” She sputtered in between reps. “I told you to just back off! You have no idea what you’re talking about.” After the twelfth effort, she finally put the bar back. I was blown away that she not only managed to perform the exercise with that much weight, but did it twelve times to boot. She sat up, and there was an undeniable indent in the middle of her chest beginning to form. Her shoulders and a few other muscles on her upper body looked a bit fuller as well. Sarah glanced down and noticed this line of definition that I had seen. “See, instant results!” she declared with a grin.

“Well…”

“No.” Sarah cut in. “Don’t even start. I don’t want to hear your bullshit about temporary pumps or whatever. I don’t care. You clearly have no idea what you’re talking about. Maybe your body works differently or something. Just let me do my thing bro.”

I let out a sigh. It was a lost cause. She’d eventually have to admit that she was wrong when her pump deflated in a few hours. “Alright Sarah.” I conceded before seeing myself out.

I heard a combination of feminine grunts and a clanging of weights from the basement for the next few hours.

3.) Later that night, at dinner

Dinner at my house was always fairly traditional. The whole family (meaning myself, Sarah, and our parents) would meet together almost every night and have a large meal. Some might say I’m a bit old for this sort of thing, at 19 years of age, but there’s something about these meetings that I generally enjoy. Tonight however, was something else.

It all started when Sarah first walked in. Her body was still pumped up from lifting weights. The small pockets of muscle that had formed remained intact. I could tell without a word uttered, merely from the way she glared at me, that she viewed this as some kind of victory over me; that she was ‘out of the woods’ and those muscles were here to stay. Eventually dinner was served: a traditional dish of chicken, rice, and vegetables. I noticed that Sarah was eating quite ravenously, while also glancing at me, almost out of defiance.

After piling on thirds, I decided to finally speak up. “I know you worked hard today Sarah, but remember that diet is just as important, if not more so, than exercise is.”

Before Sarah had a chance to give a quip in response, our father stepped in with one of his own: “Your sister’s a growing girl. She needs all the nutrients she can get. Go ahead and grab another thigh Sarah. Such a great girl. Always full of energy and spunk. Got a bit of an attitude, but that’s just her being assertive, finding her voice. Real strong voice too, getting more self assured all the time. Not that it’s unwarranted, she’s a great looking kid too, puberty treated her right. A girl like that, why, the world’s her oyster! We just need to do our best to make sure she gets all the resources she needs. Helping a girl like her mature into the woman she can become is a family effort. So, go on Sarah, like I said, grab another one of those chicken legs, don’t listen to your brother, he’s just jealous that life’s on your platter. Him on the other hand, well, you know, he’s a bit slower on the uptake. That’s alright though.” Our dad rambled with his usual tone, a mixture of condescension and warmth.

That was one thing that never seemed to change: dad always rambled on and on about the strangest things.

“That’s right dear.” Our mother joined in. “A girl your age needs to get all of the lean meat she can. Why, I think it’s a real shame that more families don’t give their daughters more lean meat. Gosh, I sure hope we haven’t been starving you all this time.” A worried look met her face as she likely contemplated how much meat was in my sister’s diet growing up.

Sarah flashed a toothy grin at him as she plopped another slab of chicken onto her plate. She eagerly cut a piece off and placed it into her mouth, staring me in the eyes with a glimmer of mischief, wordlessly telling me ‘I told you so’. The next few moments were silent as she quickly gobbled down a few more pieces of poultry. After the thigh was half-way eaten, she spoke again: “You know dad, I’ve started using your weights. It’s pretty fun, think I might try building up some real muscles!”

“That’s my girl!” Dad exclaimed with a somewhat joyous look in his eye. “I had been hoping you’d take up a sport. Exercise is great stuff. Helps the body which helps the mind. No use being a brainiac if you’re winded just getting up from your seat! But to hell with team sports, there’s always concussions and other things going on. Now weight lifting, that’s a champion’s pastime. Build yourself up at your own pace. Only person you need to compete with is yourself. And gosh, someone like you Sarah, that’s a real rival to have to deal with all the time! I can’t wait to see you become a true uberman! Err, uberwoman!”

Our father finally stopped and Sarah was able to make her next announcement: “In fact, I started earlier today, and I’m already seeing results!” She flexed her arms, causing the small biceps that appeared as a result of her pump to pop up.

“Nice work Sarah!” Our father responded enthusiastically. “I knew you’d be a natural. I’m excited to see where your efforts take you. Why, if you were to channel all that teenage energy into lifting weights, well, gosh, I bet you could be a real pro! Hell, better than a pro! Yikes, it probably won’t be long until you’re the strongest person alive with enough elbow grease and determination!”

“Thanks dad. You know, I think you’re right. I really must be a natural since I got results already. Bro over here tried to tell me that this was just a temporary pump or something, but, it’s been hours and the muscles are still there!”

Dad nodded. “Your brother’s just jealous. I’ve seen him try to lift weights a few times, but he never stuck with it. Probably got discouraged. You on the other hand, why, I bet you can just pack on muscle like it’s nothing! I knew my muscle genes had to go somewhere! Why, that explains everything. He must have gotten none of those genes, and you got ALL of them. Poor kid. His little sister’s going to be a real stud while he’ll be stuck as a pencil-neck. Still, great boy, just needs a kick in the butt.”

They were talking about me as if I weren’t even there. I could feel anger welling up inside of me, and I knew I had to get a word in before I reached a boiling point. “That’s absurd on so many levels!” I blurted out.

“Oh really?” Sarah quipped sharply.

“Yeah. Really!” I shot back. “That’s not how biology works. Or genetics. Or anything!”

“Settle down son.” Dad cut in.

Your father’s right, there’s no need to be so rude.” My mother added. It was almost as if my parents were a singular entity berating me for trying to inject logic into the discussion.

Dad continued speaking: “There’s no need to be jealous of your sister’s talents. Why, I before you know it she’ll be stronger than you! She’s got the drive AND the talent to become a real powerhouse! You should start being nicer to her sport. Ride her coattails to the stars if you know what I mean. She’ll give you a hard time”

“You know it!” my sister chirped. “I’m gonna work out every day. Maybe even multiple times a day!”

“But that’s… for starters, she’s a female.” I rebutted before quickly adding in a “No offense, but this is just hard science! Girls can’t build muscle as effectively as men do! They have a lower natural limit, they gain less lean mass per month… And again, it’s literally impossible for new muscles to develop immediately after a workout!” I must have been red in the face.

Both of my parents shook their heads simultaneously. “For shame.” My mother muttered.

“Now son.” My dad started again. “That’s not the way to think about things. The world is changing you know. Why, just the other day I read an article on the internet about how women are evolving. I bet that your sister here is one of these evolved girls. That would make sense if you think about it. She comes from top of the line genetics, and she’s just bursting with potential. Yup, no way around it, she’s part of this evolved strain of super girls. Pretty fortunate when you think about it. She’ll just keep getting stronger and better all the time as long as she works hard. The world is really belongs to evolved girls like her, sport. You’re just along for the ride. But hey, you’re directly related to one of these future rulers of the world! Just play it cool and I’m sure she’ll help you out in the future.” He shot me a wink.

I too had read this article. Two articles about this topic actually, and I highly doubted that he read a separate third one. In fact, I doubted he actually read any articles on this at all! The first article was a piece about how certain sexual traits were occurring more frequently in females because attractive women had such a vastly higher number of children in comparison to less desirable ones. As a result, women were developing prettier faces (though I wondered how this would be objectively quantified) alongside larger breasts and buttocks. An entirely separate article that I also had read mentioned that one scientist predicted that women would evolve to be slightly shorter with thicker builds in the next few generations. Neither of these had anything to do with what my father was vaguely rambling about.

“Dad, did you actually read the article?” I challenged.

My father let out a hearty laugh. “Son, I’ve been around the block long enough to know what’s in one of those things from the title alone. Once you’re street smart like me, you get a real good feel for what those science types mean from their blurbs. No need to waste your time on the nitty gritty. Why, I’d be willing to bet that right now Sarah’s evolved body is processing that chicken into even more muscles as we speak.”

“But-” I tried to start, only to be interrupted.

“Whoa, DAD!” Sarah shouted. “I think you’re right! I can feel it happening right now!” she flexed her arms and right before everyone’s eyes, the small bicep trembled slightly before it grew slightly larger and more impressive in appearance.

“Go Sarah!”

“YES!” My father yelled. “I knew it! Sarah really IS one of the evolved women that article predicted. Why, I wouldn’t even be surprised if she was the FIRST and ONLY evolved girl to surface yet. Goodness, everyone, just think about what a blessing this is for our family! Gosh, that’s such a great looking arm for a beginner Sarah. How about you give it another flex for us all?”

Sarah nodded and obliged: she brought her arm closer towards the center of the table for everyone to get a better look and flexed once again. This time the small muscle seemed even more impressive, as if it were a quarter of an inch larger and slightly better defined. She grinned widely and pumped it a few times.

“Now how about you show us your arm son?” Dad requested.

I let out a sigh, but eventually gave in, rolled my sleeves up, and brought my arm to the center of the table before flexing.

“Oooo…” Our mother cooed before reaching over and grabbing onto both of our limbs, giving them a hard squeeze. “Yours is bigger dear.” She said to me, “but Sarah’s feels a lot harder! Warmer too!”

“Hear that sport?” my father chimed in. “After one mere workout, your sister’s got higher quality muscle than you. A couple more, and she’ll be the boss around here! Hey, that sounds like a great idea actually. Sarah, once your guns are bigger than your brother’s, you’ll have seniority in the household over him. That means when it comes time to pick chores and stuff like that, you’ll get first dibs!”

I shuddered as I recalled all of the times I made my sister clean the bathroom with my father’s strange seniority rules.

A wicked grin met my sister’s face. “Sweet! I’ll be sure to work out right after I finish refueling with this delish chicken!” she exclaimed before taking another bite. “Mmm… more protein calories for my muscles! Isn’t that what you’d say bro?”

I was livid and my head was spinning. This was all too much to take in.

4.) The following morning, Saturday

[[In the full story there is a section where Sarah has a morning workout and some more dialog between the characters. For the sake of this preview, just know that she’s bigger than she was the night before.]]

“So, if I took all of your muscle genes, then if we add them with mine…” Sarah began jabbing her finger into the air, as if she were writing on an invisible chalkboard to keep track of her inane arithmetic. “That would already mean that I can build muscle twice as fast as a regular person, well, maybe more since muscle genes are probably exponential.”

“Wh-what? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, and I was subjected to our father try to rationalize this last night at dinner.” A chill ran down my spine as I replayed dad’s misguided speech about evolution.

“Good point.” Sarah replied, though I had a feeling she wasn’t actually agreeing with me. “Dad DID raise a very important variable to this equation. I’m evolved. Therefore, my muscle genes must be much more effective than a regular person’s. The real question here is: are genes that were supposed to go to you, but went to me instead, also super powered?”

“Sarah.” I started, “Genes aren’t tangible objects that are stolen. That makes even less sense when you consider that we were born four years apart! Look, let me try to explain it to you, everyone has the same number of chrom-” I was interrupted by my sister physically placing her hand on my mouth. I tried to remove the obstruction blocking my speech, but her grip was surprising firm, her tricep and forearm rippling during our struggle.

“Quiet you. I’m trying to figure this out!” she resumed poking the air with her spare hand while keeping me muffled with the other. “Anyways, it seems elementary to me that my initial super genes must have converted the genes stolen from you. That would mean I not only have a double dose of muscle genes that exponentially build off of each other, but they’re ALL evolved. I must have… God… I can’t even begin to imagine how much faster I can build muscle than a regular person… Let alone you bro, since you must have zero muscle genes at all!”

I managed to break free and could finally try to cut some sense into this atmosphere of lunacy. “Sarah! That’s not how evolution, nor genetics, nor ANYTHING works! LISTEN TO ME!”

“Whoa… Bro…” Sarah hadn’t heard a word I said, she was submerged in a zone of logical fallacies compounding upon one another. “What if my genes are getting stronger? By mine I mean yours too… yours that are, uh, you know, in me.”

“WHAT!?”

Sarah nodded. “I once read a thing online that your lifestyle can change your genetics. So, since I’m evolved, the stronger I get, the stronger my muscle genes become, which means that I can get even buffer!”

“That’s…” I brought my palm to my face and rubbed for a few moments. “Nevermind.” I had all but given up. Nothing was going to convince Sarah of the truth, not so long as her body kept pumping up like this.

“Anyways, how about you be a good bro and get me some fuel for these muscles?”

“Why don’t you just go to the kitchen!?” I responded, visibly agitated.

My sister gave me a playful jab in the shoulder. She clearly meant no harm, but there was surprising force behind it. “Come on bro. You heard dad last night. I’m going to be the top dog around here. You should really start doing favors for me now so I’ll be nicer later on. Do I need to really bring up all the times you gave me shit when we were younger?”

I was rubbing my temples during her spiel. “Fine. What do you want?”

She shrugged, causing a surprisingly defined bunch of traps to snake upward. “Just get the jug of milk. The whole thing.”

I considered explaining why this was an idea on multiple levels, but opted to just go with it. As instructed, I retrieved the milk and brought it back downstairs, handing it to Sarah. Her eyes lit up like they always do when she’s happy, and she quickly began to drink straight from the container. It was approximately 3/4ths full when she started. I presumed that after a few chugs she would stop, but she didn’t. Sarah continued to pack down ounce after ounce of milk. I knew that if I personally tried to put down that much milk at once, I’d likely be sick, but apparently Sarah was unphased. A full minute later, and she had finished the entire thing, tossing the entire container aside, before letting out a refreshed “Ahh”.

I couldn’t help but gulp at this display. It sounds like a silly thing to find impressive, but Sarah downing that much milk was just… supernatural.

“And now…” she started. “Time for the gain train!” she entered a state of concentration and slowly began to flex both of her arms. Right before my very eyes, her body quaked slightly and her muscles grew! It wasn’t an immense growth spurt, but they certainly became visibly larger. A cold chill broke down on the back of my neck while the rest of the muscles on my sister’s body similarly expanded slightly to stay in tune with her arms. After her spurt, she let out a cheerful “Hell yeah! Awesome! Now, come over here and let’s compare biceps.” She ordered.

For some reason against my better judgment I complied. I walked over and brought my arm close to hers before flexing. Mine was still slightly larger, but in terms of quality she had me beat by a landslide. Her limb looked far harder, and I was positive that a touch test by anyone would confirm this thought.

“Wow bro. Just look at our arms. Mine’s all gnarly and decked out with little details of definition. Yours is uh…” she let out a laugh. “Well, it doesn’t look so hot next to mine.”

She was right. A small split sat at the peak of her bicep’s head, along with a couple of choice veins. Similarly, a wide separation was present between the top of her bicep and the bottom of her arm, a thick tendon appearing in between. Mine on the other hand was, well, formless aside from a couple of small lumps upon closer examination. How was it possible that the difference of quality in our muscles changed this much since dinner last night? I let out a disgruntled sigh and withdrew my limb, covering it as best I could with my t-shirt.

Sarah spoke again: “Damn bro. All these gains and I technically started working out less than 24 hours ago! Plus my genes are going to get stronger and build muscle even better! I always knew I was awesome, but this is a whole new level.”

“Great, great.” I was past the point of arguing. I’d let my sister have her little victory here, and after her pump and beginner gains wore down, I could hopefully impart some common sense into her.

“Say,” she started again, “I’ve been thinking about a new idea I want to run by you...”

“Oh god, what now!?” I cried out loud. I knew that she had no intention of actually running whatever this was by me, she simply wanted to state it to me as a fact.

“I’ve come up with a new theory regarding our genes. Namely, well, about how you’re so short compared to dad. The dude’s got a good six inches on you. Surely all those height genes went somewhere…” a grin of sheer girlish mischief met her face.

[[What’ll happen next? Will Sarah’s latest ridiculous theory hold true, or will logic finally win out for our nameless protagonist? What other ridiculous things will happen, and just how powerful can this Sarah become? All of this and more in the full version of Sarah, coming to Patreon on September 25th! www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto]

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Stacy’s Quest - Rebooted
Chapter 1
By MagnusMagneto
Stacy character concept and some plot consultation from Ayanamifan
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==Very minor spoilers - some notes for those who read the original==
In this rewrite, I’ve put more effort into fleshing out Stacy, while also actually introducing her friends.  You may notice that Stacy is a bit more... self-assured, to put it nicely.  This was always the intention: that she starts off selfish and full of herself, though not necceserily bad/evil; then over the course of her journey, changes as a person both physically and mentally. Or perhaps, a better way to put it: that she matures in a (hopefully) believable manner.

I’ve also more explicitly foreshadowed the invasion from the original chapter 1.  To be frank, I personally still don’t think there was a need to do so (I’m not a fan of foreshadowing in general unless it’s thematic/symbolic) but due to the (relatively) overwhelming concensus that it was a major flaw of the original, foreshadowing has been added.
==End very minor spoilers==]]


1.) Friday - Three Days Before First Contact

Stacy Gainsworth was a fairly unremarkable 19 year old woman.  Aside from her beauty, she was almost completely indiscernible from her fellow young, middle-class, American peers.  She stood at a respectable 5’6”, and possessed a slender, athletic body with enough curves in the right places to attract any straight, red-blooded  male’s gaze.  Stacy exercised frequently to maintain her form, though she never trained seriously or bothered to lift weights.  Her body alone was alluring enough to attract most men her age; but her blemish-less face, piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin, and silky black hair completed the package.

Despite this, Stacy wanted more.  To look better, get more attention, be more attractive.  She wanted to walk into a room and monopolize everyone’s attention with her presence alone.  Stacy’s friends constantly assured her she was one of, if not the most attractive female they knew, yet Stacy still yearned to improve.

Stacy hadn’t quite realized the extent of her affect on most men until she had become a legal adult.  Ever since this made itself apparent to her, Stacy’s confidence and assertiveness steadily increased. It was an upward spiral: the more attention she received, the more confident she became, and in turn the more effortlessly dominant she could become.

Still, Stacy needed to make improvements wherever she could to propel this cycle. Today she decided that new footwear was in order to keep her wardrobe up to date.  It was summer-time, and Stacy’s go-to outfit of choice whenever possible was a mini-skirt and tight tank-top, revealing her toned midriff.  Both of the garments were black, as the color created a very striking appearance next to her light skin and bright eyes.

To complete this current outfit, Stacy wanted something that exuded power and confidence. In particular, she had a menacing pair of boots in mind.  Something to boost her height up a couple inches, and give her an even more commanding presence.  All of the local apparel outlets failed to provide what she was looking for.  The mainstream stores carried nothing that gave the vibe she wanted, as they catered to more traditionally feminine tastes; and the fringe outlet, Hot Issue, only had overly gaudy offerings. 

On a lark, Stacy decided to investigate a nearby thrift store.  If this failed, she’d have to resort to shopping online, which was always a dice-throw in terms of sizing.  At first it seemed that the trip was going to be a bust.  The store was tiny and smelled bad.  Worse yet, the guy at the counter, a middle aged man, kept staring at Stacy.  Then again, she did subconsciously enjoy the attention, even if it was from a fairly undesirable source.  Frustrated, she marched up to the counter and asked the guy directly, “Do you have any, like, boots?”

The man blinked a couple times, he was visibly flustered by the visage of vitality and youthful beauty in front of him.  “Y-yeah.  What kind of boots?”

“Like...” Stacy thought for a moment. “Really big, bad-ass combat boots.”

The shop-keep chuckled.  “They for your boyfriend or something?”

“No, I’m not tied down to a boyfriend.”

The older man gulped.

Before he could respond, Stacy followed up, “And you’re way too old for me.”

“That’s not... Anyways, the boots are for you then?”

Stacy nodded.

The man stroked his chin a couple of times.  “Well... there is a pair I’ve got in the back, but...”

“Just let me see them.” Stacy barked.

Obediently, the man shrugged, disappeared into a backroom, and a moment later reemerged carrying the footwear in question.  As Stacy’s gaze landed on the boots, her eyes grew wide.  They were nothing like anything she had ever seen before.  The first thought that crossed her mind was “Sci-Fi” followed by “Epic”.  Another apt descriptor for the boots would be ‘big’.  The shopkeeper’s spindly arms visibly struggled to carry them, as if they held a significant amount of weight. 

Eventually, he brought them over and placed them on the counter with a loud thud, giving Stacy a better view.  The boots were primarily black, with silver straps running across the front.  There were what appeared to be slots for displays and lights, though there was no power supplied to them.

“Damn...” Stacy muttered under her breath.  THIS was what she was looking for.  She imagined herself in those boots, along with her current outfit; it was the missing piece to elevate her from ‘cute kind of punky looking girl’, to ‘sexy bad-ass’.  All that was missing was some muscle on her frame.  She had been considering starting to lift, and perhaps this would be a good impetus.  Stacy imagined her friends, who were already quite jealous of her body, growing evermore frustrated as she became a musclebound hottie.  She wanted to be the envy of every woman who laid eyes on her.  To be a ‘smoking hot bad bitch’ in  her own words.  It was a childish fantasy, but her fantasy nonetheless.

After acknowledging she was spaced out, Stacy finally snapped back to reality.  “So, these are the boots, right?”  She quickly realized that the question was fairly silly, but the boots did look quite other-worldly. 

The man nodded.

Stacy had a more relevant follow-up question ready, “And what size are they?”

The shop-keep scrunched his mouth to the side and shrugged.  “Wish I knew.  They’re the darndest things.  Myself and the rest of my family tried them on.  A couple other customers did too.   Seems they just don’t fit on anyone’s feet; they always slide off.”

“Let me try then.” Stacy stated.  It wasn’t a question or request, but a declaration of her intent.  Stacy knew that the man in front of her wouldn’t dare object, she had him wrapped around her finger.

Before he could say anything, Stacy grabbed the boots and hoisted them into the air.  They were indeed quite heavy, and a small pair of hard biceps popped up from the teenager’s arms.  Stacy mentally noted that she had far less difficulty carrying the footwear than the shopkeeper did, which secretly thrilled her - the idea that she was stronger than this grown man.  Her mind quickly flashed to the concept of building more strength and muscle on her frame, increasing her superiority over this silly little shop-keeper.

With a thud, Stacy dropped the boots onto the ground.  She slipped her flip-flops off, and prepared to put her painted toes into the strange boots.  Time for these babies turn me into a bad-ass! she thought to herself, hyping up the effect the boots would have on her life.  If one were to delve into Stacy’s mind at that time, they would get the impression that Stacy thought these boots would single-handedly elevate her to some demi-god like level.  That she’d slip them on and her existence would be forever altered.  A ridiculous concept, as they were simply a pair of boots that she would likely find tacky and unwieldy once the novelty wore off.  Or were they?

As soon as Stacy slipped her bare feet into the boots, a strange sensation coursed through her.  What Stacy didn’t know was an army of alien nanomachines were flooding into her body, irreversibly bonding with her, altering her fate forever.  Suddenly, the boots sprang to life, and a series of brilliant lights began to flash.  “Holy shit!  They’re electronic!” Stacy squealed with delight, imagining her friends responding with an equal amount of excitement.  She bent down and examined them up close, discovering a digital display screen with a bright red number “10” on it.

The man behind the counter was bewildered by what he saw and emerged into the main space of the store to get a better look. 

Stacy’s face was lit with joy.  “These things are so cool!” she exclaimed before standing up to her new full height - which placed her directly at eye level with the man, or perhaps a smidgen taller.  “Say... how tall are you?”

“Uh, 5 foot 10 inches.” he responded dully. 

Stacy performed some quick mental math, and internally squealed with glee that these boots would raise her stature so much.  She secretly reveled in the fact that she was now comparable in height to the shop-keep, which was somewhat thrilling combined with the prospect that she was possibly stronger than him too.  This small surge of confidence was instantly addictive, and Stacy wanted more: now she truly desired to start pumping iron.

With the boots on, Stacy decided to perform a quick test walk.  She found that they were surprisingly heavy, and she had to put in some effort to simply lift her feet.  Every step she took had a considerable thud to it, something that would be aggravating to most people, but actually delighted Stacy, as it would be yet another small increase to her general presence.  She took a few more steps and felt a pleasurable sensation in her legs, not unlike an endorphin release from exercise.  This was curious in itself, but since it felt good and Stacy was already so elated, she decided not to question it.

After stomping around for a bit, Stacy came to the conclusion that she wanted to buy the boots.  “Alright, how much for these things?”

“I was looking for a hundred for those.” The man replied.  This was actually a lie.  He had no price in mind, but judging off of Stacy’s reaction to the boots, he figured that she would be willing to part with a pretty penny for them.

“WHAT!?” Stacy shouted. “This is supposed to be a dumpy little thrift shop!”

“Whoa, calm down lady.  As you can see, they’re, uh, Smart Boots, like you kids say.  Very rare.  If anything, a hundred is a steal.”

Stacy let out a sigh before producing her wallet.  All she had on her was 70 in cash.  She showed this to the man, who, strangely enough didn’t accept credit or debit at his shop.  Stacy suggested that she’d go to an ATM and get the other 30.  The man agreed.  Stacy bent down to take the boots off, but was met with a peculiar problem: she couldn’t actually remove them.  Try as hard as she might, the footwear were thoroughly attached to her feet.

“I uh... can’t get them off.” Stacy admitted.  “I guess you can come over here and help me.”

The man shrugged and did precisely that.  He was soon met with an overwhelming amount of resistance.  All of his efforts were for naught, and the boot refused to budge.  “Hey, what’s your deal?” the man quipped.

“They’re your boots!  You tell me!” Stacy yelled back.

They continued to fidget, trying to take them off, but it was no use.  Eventually the man offered to just sell them ‘at a discount’ for $70.  Eager to get on with her day, Stacy accepted and walked out of the store, boots still on her feet.


2.)

[[In the full version, there is a full scene where Stacy goes to a gym and does a full body workout.  What’s important to know for the story is that she has a workout where her body tingles the entire time; and that she’s stronger than she expected.]]
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That evening
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Meanwhile, in another galaxy, a signal from Earth is received on an alien console.  An entire fleet springs to life, preparing itself to mobilize.




3.)
The Next Day

“Holy shit Stace!  Is that REALLY you!?”  a short, blonde girl yelled.  Her name was Marcie, and she was one of Stacy’s friends.  Marcie was by no means unattractive, but she had always figuratively lived in Stacy’s shadow in terms of beauty.  Today however, she was left far in the dust thanks to the muscles that had sprung up on Stacy’s body overnight. 

“Damn straight it is!” Stacy replied with a toothy grin.  She was positively reveling in the subtle dominance her new body was exuding.  Stacy’s muscles had undergone another growth spurt over the past night, which had made them quite prominent in appearance.  Her quads were thick, rippling, and completely packed with power.  The part of her calves that were visible began to take the shape of a upside down heart.  Her midsection had also been given new life in the form of a rigid four-pack; and her upper half was fuller, stronger, and harder.  While her upper half was impressive, it was truly her legs that had taken on a downright intimidating appearance.

“Wanna feel?” Stacy offered raising her bulging right quadricep into the air.  To the young woman’s surprise, it was fairly difficult to do so.  What she had neglected to notice was the number on her boot’s display had increased overnight to “30”. 

Marcie reached over and grabbed onto the chunk of feminine muscle, placing her small hands on it.  Even with both of her hand-spans, she could barely cover half the circumference of Stacy’s tremendous thigh.   “Oh my god...” the blond uttered. “It’s... so... hard!” she dug her fingers into the flesh, and found that it gave absolutely no yield to her grasp.

Stacy let out a playful laugh before putting her foot back down.  She had always been a couple inches taller than Marcie, but equipped with these boots, she absolutely towered over the shorter girl.  “This is just the beginning Marcie.  I’m gonna get jacked!  I’ll be the baddest bitch the world has ever seen!”

Marcie imagined Stacy with even larger muscles and blushed.  While she had a boyfriend and primarily identified as straight, the thought of Stacy’s body becoming even greater was fairly arousing.

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Stacy and Marcie proceeded to meet up with their usual group of friends: a small collection of similarly aged men and women.  They were all floored by Stacy’s new appearance, even the guys were requesting flexes so they’d have an excuse to lay hands on her prodigious form.

It was a great day for Stacy - one of the best thus far in her life.  She thrived off of the unending attention and respect her new body commanded, and she earned it all so easily too!  The young woman wondered if the boots were somehow connected to her rapid gains in the gym, or if she were simply some kind of extreme easy gainer.  Either way, she was eager to push herself a bit further.

After getting her fill of attention from her friends, Stacy jogged back over to the gym.  She decided to simply go for a run, as she didn’t want to make her upper half too muscular.  After jumping onto a nearby treadmill, she started running as quickly as she could.  It was incredibly difficult to maintain a high speed with the boots on, but at the same time Stacy felt as if her body was being flooded with energy.  She kept pushing, going as long and hard as she could.

Time quickly melted away as Stacy watched a television nearby.  What she neglected to notice was despite carrying such heavy boots on her feet, her muscles weren’t burning up or ceasing from a buildup of lactic acids.  In fact, the motion of running was becoming extremely easy.

Eventually, an entire hour had passed.  Stacy was surprised at how light she felt, and while she somehow had energy to continue, decided to head home.  After running home, Stacy found herself met with mounting hunger.  She stuffed herself completely full, unwound with some television, and eventually went to bed for the night.


4.)  The Next Day


“Oh god...” Stacy uttered in a combination of horror and disbelief.  “I wanted to get jacked, but this...”

The young woman’s legs were huge, striated, and bursting with power.  She had only seen gams this large on Olympic sprinters.  They were easily the largest among anyone in her friend group, including the guys.  She lazily shook them, watching the tremendous slab of muscle move in disbelief.  Her calves were similarly large.  Her stomach churning, Stacy moved into the bathroom to see if her upper body had changed as well.

Gazing into the mirror, Stacy raised her tank top.  “Oh shit...” she uttered.  Her abdomen now held a thickly defined six-pack, and a collection of serratus muscles and accompanying obliques had sprung up.  She brought her hands up to the coat of muscles on her core, feeling the rigid bumps.  They were extremely hard.  On a whim, Stacy formed a fist and beat the collection of feminine meat, producing a hollow thud - to her surprise, the action didn’t hurt at all.

Next, Stacy raised her arms upward for a classic double-bicep pose, noting that her arms were also a bit larger and better than a mere day ago.  A split had formed at the peak of each arm, and a tendon was visible between the top and bottom of her bicep.  She could also see the beginnings of her latissimus muscles emerging from behind her underarms.

Absentmindedly, the young woman flexed her arms a few more times, admiring how they danced on command.  “God damn, I am ripped...” she mouthed, bringing her arms down and entering a side-tricep position, forcing a horseshoe of power to emerge.  Stacy also noticed that on top of this arm sat a thick, round deltoid.

Stacy actually liked the way she looked, but wasn’t ready for the change to occur this quickly.  She wondered how much she weighed, and moved over to a nearby scale.  “239...!?” she screamed out loud.  That’s when something clicked in her mind.  The boots displayed a “50” on each side.  A few days ago she weighed around 116 pounds, and she was larger now... it dawned on Stacy that the boots must weigh 50 pounds each.  Furthermore, she must have gained 23 pounds of muscle.  Twenty-three entire pounds in a mere two days.  That was beyond unheard of.  She didn’t even eat enough food to facilitate that much growth.

Stacy quickly fell to the ground and tugged at the boots frivolously, desperate to get them off.  As much as she enjoyed the height, and apparently muscles, that they offered her, Stacy was terrified that things would keep going at this pace.  Despite her best efforts, the footwear remained firmly on.

Fiddling around with the boot, she explored every nook and cranny for something: a kind of release mechanism, or other means to remove them.  Eventually she found a single button.  “Here goes nothing.” she said to herself before tapping it.  A beep rang out, but the boots didn’t come off.  Instead, a fairly pleasurable sensation welled in Stacy’s legs.  She glanced over, and to her horror, the display had changed: it now read ‘60’!  She let out a scream and tapped the button again, which did nothing but intensify the sensation she felt, and increased the display to 70!

Stacy stood up, and went to move her feet, which ended up proving itself an almost monumental task.  She let out a feminine grunt and forced her foot into the air, which caused the pleasurable sensation to intensify even further.  With a loud thud, she brought herself one step ahead.  She repeated the process with her other foot.  Slowly, she made her way towards the scale again.  It was a slow and deliberate process, but she eventually got both of her feet in place to take a second measurement: 271 pounds.

Stacy did some mental math.  Following the theory that the number correlated with weight, that should only be a 40 pound increase from last time.  This was a 42 pound increase, which could only mean...  Stacy looked down at her legs; she wasn’t sure if the was the lighting, but they certainly did look slightly more menacing than even a few more moments ago.

“Oh god...” she uttered again before stepping off of the scale - a process that was still difficult, but more manageable than before.  She stomped around a bit more, finding that it was becoming easier to do so by the moment.  On a lark, after walking was trivial once again, she stepped onto the scale once more, delivering the result of: 274 pounds.  “Jesus... my legs... are like... growing in real time.” she concluded, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck.

Stacy made her way out of the kitchen and sat down on her living room couch.  This was all too much to take in.  Her head was spinning.  On one hand, she loved the idea of finally being the ultimate ‘bad-ass bitch’ with tons of powerful muscle, that was actually kind of sexy; but on the other hand, Stacy was terrified that this would continue and she wouldn’t be able to stop it.  She was frightened of the prospect of becoming some blimp of flesh.  Unsure of what else to do, she turned the television on.

Before she could get settled in, hunger overcame Stacy.  She wandered into the kitchen and started stuffing everything she could find into her mouth.  Stacy was ravenous, and her muscular body craved sustenance.  After cramming an immense number of calories down her throat, Stacy became very tired.  She stumbled over to her bed and crashed onto it before drifting off to sleep.

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[[In the full story, there is an extended scene here of Stacy waking up to the aliens’ initial invasion, the news reports, and texts from her friends chronicling how they had been kidnapped.  Stacy hastily gathers some belongings and starts running, heading to some nearby wilderness outside the city.  She ends up running ~30 miles, and finds her body becoming faster and more efficient over ti me, despite the weight attached.

This preview resumes as Stacy sits inside the heart of the wilds, pondering what to do next.]]
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Those... aliens, if that’s what they were, they captured her friends?  A chill ran down her spine.  How was this possible?  What could Stacy possibly do?  Would the aliens come for her next?  The past couple of days had been such a dizzying ordeal.  It all started when she put on those boots...  Where they possibly tied to this?

Feeling defeated, Stacy sat down and buried her head into her knees.  What was her next move going to be?  She could try to rough it out in the wilds, but she only had so much food.  Before long she’d have to find berries, or go hunting, or something along those lines.  She had no idea how to do any of those things.  More than just that, what if the aliens came searching for her?  If they had the ability to destroy humanity’s combined forces immediately, then surely they would be capable of finding any stragglers they wanted.

Was Stacy really just going to hide out here in the woods?  She’d just be buying time, hoping they leave, or are allergic to the atmosphere, or some other science fiction trope.  Then a wild thought entered her mind.  What if she took things into her own hands?  These stupid boots had crammed nearly 30 pounds of muscle onto her frame in less than two days; and one of those days she actively avoided using them. 

Just how strong could these boots make her?  Wild fantasies of becoming something a behemoth capable of throwing cars flashed through her mind.  She imagined leaping through the air, crushing alien spaceships with her bare hands.  While she doubted the boots were capable of doing that, surely some added muscle would help her.

Stacy glanced down at her thick, bulging quadriceps.  They were bursting at the seams with power.  During her run, her legs had grown considerably stronger, and a quick squeeze confirmed that they were unbelivably hard; possibly harder than rock.  If she could gain muscle that quickly from the boots, then maybe she could turn herself into a weapon.  She could make those quads bigger, stronger, harder.

It’s true that she might have to become something monstrous, but maybe that’s what she needed to do.  In terms of sacrifices to save the entire planet, packing a bunch of muscle on her frame wasn’t that bad.

With renewed vigor, Stacy looked over at the display on her boots.  They read ‘80’.  Biting her lower lip, she tapped the button, instantly releasing the pleasurable sensation, and increasing the number to ‘90’.  Steeling herself, Stacy hit the button again - increasing it to ‘100’.  Again; this time bringing it all the way up to ‘125’, accompanied by a tremendous swell of pleasure.  Letting her anger towards the invaders guide her, she hit the button once more, but found that a different sounding beep rang out, and the display remained the same.

“125 per foot will have to do.” Stacy reasoned before standing up.

It was time for Stacy to rise.  Not for only for herself, but for the entire human race!


[[What will happen next?!  Will Stacy’s training be a success?  What kinds of things will she encounter in the wilderness?  How will her journey shape her as a person?

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Preview:
The Proteus Effect - Chapter 2
By MagnusMagneto

A patreon reward for Corssan1
Story Outline / Plot / Characters by Corssan1
Art by Cuddle-Beam
Voice Acting by Cat

(Cover Here: http://*****/d9dp556 )

(This is a preview WITH VOICE ACTING for my upcoming story The Proteus Effect Chapter 2.  If you would like to receive this story, make sure you're pledged to my patreon before the evening of October 27th:  www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto - Art is also available with this entry, alongside the voice acting, so make sure you pledge matches what you want:  $4 for just the story,  $6 for either story + VA, or story + art, or $8 for the whole multi-media experience!

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[Please note – the final version will have audio files integrated into the documents, alongside provided audio files.  For the sake of this preview however, there will be a vocaroo link with the audio uploaded.]

[More Audio previews will be coming.  Still organizing the VAs!]


The Story So Far

Eric is an 18 year old high school senior living in a fairly regular suburban neighborhood.  He lives with his biological father Norbert, along with his step-mother Camille, and step-sister Selina.  One day, in the middle of September, Eric receives an invitation to play an early build of his favorite simulation game, Live-Sim; a game that allows the player to essentially act out a quasi-realistic interpretation of real life.  Within the game, Eric recreates the women in his life, including his step-mother and step-sister, alongside three others: his step-mother’s friend, Camille; his attractive Biology teacher, Julia; and his school crush, a cheerleader that he tutors named Chalsey.  Within Live-Sim, Eric attaches various traits to the characters he creates.  Of particular note, he assigns all of the women the ‘bodybuilder’ trait; which allows characters to both gain muscle faster than the average person, and grants them a far higher maximum muscle potential than an average person.  Additionally, he gives other beneficial traits to the girls: Nurturing for Camille, Competitive for Selina, Seductress for Maya, Dominant Leader for Julia, and  Super-Scholar for Chalsey; each of which grant bonuses similar to what one would imagine associated with them.  Finally, Eric gave each girl a life-goal similar to their personalities and the traits he assigned them.

After creating his virtual town, Eric then directed the girls’ avatars towards becoming immensely muscular, before his virtual self seduced each one.  He felt somewhat guilty during the process, but reminded himself it was just a harmless fantasy, and that none of the characters were related to him by blood.  Weeks passed, and Eric began to notice strange things occurring.  His step-mother displayed a sudden interest for fitness, Chalsey began complaining that muscles were sprouting on her frame, and his biology teacher’s legs looked thicker and thicker every few days.  Things continued for a while until suddenly Eric was confronted with the sight of his now-muscular step-mother in the kitchen one morning.  In a short amount of time, she had gained a significant amount of muscle.  To make matters even more complicated for Eric, his step-sister discovered him touching Camille’s abs, and quickly understood Eric’s secret tastes.  The chapter ended with Camille announcing she had outgrown their home gym, and would be bugging Norbert about upgrading it.


1.)  A week after the end of Chapter 1, the first week of December: Eric and Chalsey’s latest study session.

“Check it out!” Chalsey exclaimed with a huge grin, confidently shoving a paper towards Eric.  He glanced down and noticed that it was a biology quiz; an '89' was written on top, along with the message 'Good Job!'.

“Dang, great work Chalsey!” Eric replied with enthusiasm.  “That's a huge improvement.”

She flashed him a toothy grin.  “I have to admit though, I kind of wish I did better, and finally got that damn A!”

Eric was surprised by her apparent determination.  “Well, I'm sure if you study enough, you'll make it.”

(Narration: vocaroo.com/i/s1zV4bHj2k5C)
Chalsey nodded.  “I think that spending all of this time with you is making me… smarter.  It's hard to explain, but I feel like my mind is getting better at absorbing information.  I was never really one to study before, but now it's way easier than ever before.”

Eric quietly gulped, thinking back to the Live-Sim character creator.  Not wanting to come across as too awkward, he started up another conversation string: “Well, finals are coming up.  With some hard work, I’m sure you can get an A on that, and really prove your new knowledge.”

A strange look met Chalsey’s face, “yeah, finals…” she replied wistfully. 

“Something wrong?”

Chalsey lingered for a moment before responding: “With the semester ending, what do you think will happen to our study group?  We won’t have biology anymore…”

Eric blinked a couple of times.  Unless he was mistaken, Chalsey seemed legitimately upset that their time together would come to a close.  “Well, Miss Julia is teaching Biology II next semester as well, so as long as you take that, I don’t see why our study group would have to come to an end.”

Chalsey’s eyes lit up.  “That’s right!  Duh!  Oh man… just think about it Eric, what if I keep getting smarter?  Do you think that maybe I could become the best student in the class next semester?  I mean, I’ve already done too much damage to my average this time around, but next class…”

Eric’s face turned a shade red and he gave a light gulp.  Muscles weren’t the only thing that he secretly admired; a woman with a powerful brain was similarly arousing to him.  “If you keep trying hard, then that could quite possibly happen.” He explained with a mile.

(Narration: vocaroo.com/i/s1X2wdoEz5uW )
“Oh man.  I never thought I would regard studying as so much fun before.  It’s so satisfying though; after a long night hitting the books, feeling your mind pulse and pound a bit, knowing that the next morning you’re going to be even smarter.  It really IS like lifting weights, but for your brain.”

Truthfully, Eric had no idea of what the girl was referring to.  He figured that it must be another side effect of whatever was happening to her.  Perhaps this was the effect of the ‘super scholar’ trait?  “Y-yeah.  It’s good stuff!” he managed to lie in an attempt to seem empathetic.

As he pondered this, Chalsey began speaking again:  “Say, Eric… have you noticed anything different about me?  Physically, that is.”

He thought about it for a moment.  It was true that Chalsey was filling out her sweater a bit more than he thought she usually did, but knowing how self-conscious she was regarding her muscles, Eric didn't want to say anything.  “Uhh… I'm not really sure to be honest.”

“Really?” She asked, her voice slightly disappointed.  “I mean… are you suuuure?” Chalsey brought her arms up and placed them behind her head casually, before tensing and untensing her arms a few times; the heads of her biceps danced in response, pressing against the fabric of her long-sleeves.

“Are… are you intentionally doing that?” Eric sputtered.

(Transcription: vocaroo.com/i/s1HPD6AeTfli )
“Doing what?” Chalsey started with a teasing tone, “Fleeeexing?” she enunciated before bringing her arms down and entering a classic double bicep pose; her arms were nearly fully visible due to the thinness of the sweater's fabric.  “I dunno Eric, am I?” she rhetorically inquired before repeating the motion.  “I thought you liked this stuff?  Muscles on girls like me.”

“I.. I do.” Eric admitted, his face turning a tone red.

“Well, in that case, I bet you'll be very happy to learn that I've actually started lifting weights in addition to all of my cheer-leading practice.”

“But… what about, well, you know-”

(Narration: vocaroo.com/i/s0bSyuPm3l8W)
Chalsey immediately knew that Eric was referring to her boyfriend, who absolutely did not approve of nor like her changing body.  “Who cares.  Fuck him.  In the, uh, non-literal sense.” she gave a little cough and regained her composure, a rare slip up for someone like her.  “The truth is Eric, after watching my grades go up, after feeling my strength increase, after looking at my muscles get bigger and harder…  After hearing you admit that you like the way it looks.  Well, let's just say that I want to keep improving.  Not that I need your validation or anything.  I just want to see what I can turn myself into.  Become the best possible me, you know?”

Eric nodded, explaining that he understood.  The truth was, he understood far more than Chalsey could imagine.  After all, he had unwittingly given her that very desire.


2.)  One week later, December 8th: in the household living room

Camille was on the phone.  Her choice of attire, a tank-top, showed a thick, pulsing arm that bunched up from the mere act of holding the phone to her ear.  Camille had gained numerous pounds of sheer muscle in the past two weeks alone, which resulted in plenty of accidental gun-shows for Eric to ogle.  It was fairly rare for Camille to use telecommunications at length, so Eric knew that it had to be someone that she was good friends with.  The conversation began veering towards personal fitness.  Camille went on at length about how she had been really hitting the weights, finding great results in a short span of time.  The next few sentences indicated that whoever Camille was talking to also experienced a great deal of muscle growth.  Eric’s stomach churned as he wondered just who this mystery person was.

A few moments later, his question was answered: the woman was Maya.  Camille explained that Maya had found a new lover that was a personal trainer, who had been pushing her to the absolute limits.  She was currently on a business trip at the Caribbean, that was panning out to be more of a vacation, and an excuse to pump herself up to new heights in public view on the beach.  This trip was all thanks to a hefty promotion she had obtained, which combined with her new body granted Maya all kinds of new found confidence; not that Maya of all people needed a shred of added self-assurance.

Camille then explained that apparently Maya had been posting a great number of pictures on her new PictureGram account, a popular social media platform for sharing photographs.  At Eric’s suggestion, the family huddled around the living room desktop, accessed the internet, and quickly found what Camille was talking about.  With a few deft clicks, Eric opened an image of the woman standing on a picturesque beach, proudly donning an incredibly revealing bikini.

Eric's jaw physically dropped as he looked at the picture of Maya.  How could that possibly be her?  Saying that Maya had gained a relatively large amount of muscle would be a gross understatement.  Based off of his extensive experience with the subject, Eric would wager that Maya was similar in size to a Ms. Olympia competitor; that was to say, she was easily on par with a professional female body builder.

How was this possible?  Eric's mind was already jumping to the conclusion that had been haunting him ever since the encounter with Chalsey at the study session, and his step-mother in the kitchen: it was the game.  Maya was one of the five girls he recreated in Live Sim, and every other girl other than Selina had packed on a considerable amount of muscle since he played the closed test.  Well, Eric wasn't entirely sure if Julia was gaining muscle, but he was pretty certain the continuous thickening of her thighs was the kind he preferred.

Eric turned his attention back to the picture.  Her muscles aside, Maya looked even more attractive than before; there was an irritable allure in the way she gazed at the camera.  The older woman looked more youthful and vibrant as well, even more so than Camille who had shown similar improvements.

"Say..." Eric started, "What was that you mentioned, that Maya got a promotion or something?"

Camille nodded.  "That's right.  Maya's making bank!  Well, more bank than usual anyways.  She's up to the six figures now.  I have to say I'm pretty envious of that bod and her paycheck, but, I guess this is how it's always been.  My desires aside, I'm happy for her." she said.

Norbert chimed in:  "Maya looks great, but no need to compare yourself dear."

Seline spoke up next: "Daaamn.  Well, I bet this will be some motivation for you to hit the weights and pump up your guns even further, huh mom?" she asked, winking at Eric.

Camille nodded again.  "That's true.  I'm glad to see that big muscles do look great on a woman.  I was a little afraid of how I'd look, but as long as I end up half as attractive as Maya if I get that big, then I don't think I have much to fear."

Norbert spoke up again: "It's settled then!  We're going to all be as supportive of Camille's muscle growth as we possibly can as a family."

"Hey, wait a minute," Eric spoke up, "While I'm all for Camille getting as buff as she wants to, doesn't this all seem kind of weird to you guys?  That Maya suddenly gained that much muscle?  I mean when was the last time we saw her anyways?  Isn't it a bit suspicious that she got that huge so quickly?"

Camille shrugged before responding: "Well, Maya was always in great shape thanks to her pilates, yoga, and aerobics classes.  It makes sense she'd gain a bunch of muscle after lifting weights."

Eric blinked a couple of times.  "Yeah, but... that much, that quickly?"

"What's the matter Eric?" Selina spoke up, "Don't think that girls can get strong like guys?  Haven't you been watching my mom here turn into a champ?  I thought you were a big fan..."

Eric turned a shade red.  "Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against the look at all... just, aren't you guys like phased at all by these changes?"

The other three members of the family looked at each other with quizzical smirks.  Finally Norbert spoke up: "Son, I think you're overanalyzing things.  I know you don't have negative intentions, but it's a bit rude to raise questions like that."

"Sorry.  I hope you didn't take it the wrong way." Eric responded toward his step-mother.

"No problem Eric!" The older woman cheerfully replied, playfully ruffling his hair.

A collection of emotions welled within the young man.  He thought for sure that people should be reacting to the changes in the bodies of these women.  Sure, Chalsey's boyfriend wigged out, accusing her of taking roids... but nobody else has bothered mentioning or questioning anything.  It's almost as if they've suddenly accepted that these women are effortlessly gaining muscle like it's their job.

On one hand, this made life a little easier for Eric, as he didn't have to worry about the girls or anyone around them raising a fuss over the changes.  On the other, Eric felt a tinge of fear of just what he had done when he recreated the girls in Live-Sim.  While he seemed to have improved their lives for the most part, he wondered just how strong they would become.  Then his mind wandered to their secondary traits and goals. 

That's when the connection first truly settled in: Maya just got a huge promotion, AND she was looking extremely attractive in her picture.  He gave Maya the "Immense Wealth" life goal, and the "Seducer" trait.  Was the promotion tied to this?  Eric wondered in what way they were connected.  He quickly came to two primary theories:  the first of which was that perhaps Maya was more motivated to do whatever it took to get a promotion and increase her wealth; the other was that perhaps the reality shifts caused by the game were making it easier for Maya to acquire wealth.  Both options presented their own set of consequences.  Following this train of thought, Eric recalled the other secondary traits he gave the girls, as well as their goals; a chill ran down his spine as he imagined all of the possible outcomes if either of his theories were true.

[In the full story, there is a scene describing some changes to Julia]


3.5)  The next morning, breakfast

Over the past few weeks, breakfast at Eric’s house became an increasingly exciting event.  It often started after Camille had her first workout of the day, which meant that her muscular body was not only fully displayed thanks to her attire, but her muscles were pumped up further than usual.  Due to the increasing amount of food that Camille consumed to maintain her growth, the house often entirely filled with the aroma of protein-packed eggs and bacon.  Selina had taken a liking to watching her step-brother acting weak and awkward around Camille.  Even when Eric tried to avert his gaze, it was all but impossible for him to not catch glimpses of Camille’s muscular body bulging from even the slightest of efforts.

Per usual, Camille placed two huge plates onto the kitchen table: one with eggs, the other bacon.  In the process, her arms - easily bordering on 16 inches in circumference, sprang to life.  Camille noticed that her step-son was, once again, staring slack-jawed at her midsection.  At this point it was something of an automatic response, so she didn’t hold it against the boy.  “What do you think dear?  Are my abs looking a bit tighter than usual today?” she asked with a warm giggle before sitting down. 

Eric, Camille, and Selina all began taking food from the center of the table, putting it onto their plates.  Another phenomenon that Eric was becoming increasingly fascinated by was Camille’s appetite.  Despite possessing next to no fat on her body aside from her breasts, Camille kept eating larger and larger portions; seemingly all of it went directly into her developing musculature.  Sensing a bit of awkward silence, she decided to spur some conversation: "Mmm.  It's a good thing your father bought those new weights, now I can really bring my body to the next level!  In fact, I hit new personal bests on every single lift this morning!” she proudly declared.

Eric cleared his throat and collected himself.  “That’s great Camille!  I’ve read that by now most people who are new to working out start experiencing a ‘plateau’; basically, their progress slows down.  Do you think that sort of thing is happening to you?”  This question intrigued Eric on multiple levels.  First he wanted to try and understand just how much potential Camille really had, and secondly he wanted to know how Camille perceived the changes occurring in her body.

Camille looked slightly confused at Eric’s statement.  “Really?  Honestly dear, I think that I’m getting progressing at a faster rate.  It seems like every day I wake up and I’m bigger, stronger, harder… all of that good stuff!  Plus, my energy is through the roof.  I’m so glad that you encouraged me to do this.  I mean, just look at this arm!”  She announced before flexing her prodigious limb, which caused a thick cord of definition to ripple beneath the bicep’s head.

(Transcription of Selina's Lines: vocaroo.com/i/s1O0fP9unpuH)
“Can I feel it mother dear?” Selina asked with a mischievous tone.

“Sure thing!” Camille replied before bringing the flexed arm over to her daughter.

Selina wrapped her hands around it.  “Wow mom… this arm is so hard and strong!”  she squeezed the limb, completely unable to make it budge.  “I can’t dent it at all, it’s like pushing against a big, warm rock!  You can’t imagine what this feels like Eric, such a firm, powerful arm, all covered in velvet soft skin.” 

This time it was Camille who was blushing, as she did not expect such a performance from Selina.  The rest of the breakfast went by without much incident.  After finishing their meals, step-brother and step-sister moved into the living room.  Once outside of earshot, Selina decided to begin teasing her brother once again: 
(Audio transcription:  vocaroo.com/i/s0lAJVUlcX1K)
“Wow step-bro, I'm pretty sure that my mother's muscles are like… twice the size of yours now.  Doesn't it bother you?  Living in the same house as a woman like that?  Knowing that her muscles are constantly bulging, squirming, and jumping around?  Those firm, powerful limbs that are completely packed with pure power? That every time she works out she's getting bigger, and stronger, and harder?”

Eric's face was beat-red.  “W-why would th-that be a problem!?” he stuttered. 

(Audio transcription: vocaroo.com/i/s0vpzEukQcyh )
“Oh, I dunno.  Just the thought of someone like that being around.  Constantly all… buff and stuff.  Well, don't worry bro, your good little step-sister would never think about following in her path.  I mean, wouldn't that just be too awkward?  If I started pumping up, letting the blood flow to my muscles, growing bigger and stronger just like my mom?  Can you even imagine trying to eat breakfast while being flanked by two immensely powerful female bodies?  Ha, just imagine Maya coming over now that she's all huge; you'd have to deal with being around THREE huge, buff beauties.  THAT would be too much for you to handle, now wouldn't it?”

Eric gulped.  “I… I've gotta go do some homework.” he managed to spit out before taking off.


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FOLLOW-UP:
The Proteus Effect - Chapter 2
By MagnusMagneto

I can't edit the main post, but I have the preview clips for Camille's VA.  They are voiced by the very talented Jilli Puff.  She will also be voicing Julia (who has a fairly small role in this chapter, hence her absence) I think she has a great warm voice for motherly characters, and is a frontrunner to voice Tara in Mother Knows Best Rebirth 5!


Samples:

Camille asking Eric if her abs are looking tighter than usual: http://vocaroo.com/i/s063ceViuAoe
Camille talking about how she's hit new personal bests on every lift: http://vocaroo.com/i/s0YpMmrm7WQl
Camille's response to Eric asking if she's plateauing, and an ensuing flex: http://vocaroo.com/i/s1vYppq0SgvR

Much more will be included in the full release!

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Previews:
Mother Knows Best Rebirth - Chapter 5
by MagnusMagneto
Art by Ritualist
Voice Acting by Lilly Puff
Special Thanks to Ritualist and Detritus2613

Cover Pic: http://*****/d9dvr3b

[PLEASE NOTE THAT VOCAROO LOWERS THE AUDIO QUALITY.  THE FULL RELEASE HAS UNCOMPRESSED AUDIO]

[This is a preview for my upcoming story Mother Knows Best Rebirth Chapter 5!  It will be available to everyone who pledges before the evening of October 31st.  I am hoping to have it sent out around November 7th (still organizing some assets) This is a multi-media story, meaning that you can receive Art and/or Voice Acting with the appropriate pledge!  www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto

It’s only with the support of pledgers that I’m able to allocate so much of my own time writing FMG stories, and able to pay talented individuals to lend their art and voices to enhance the experience even further.  If you want to see even more art, more VA, and possibly other additions, then please consider supporting the projects!

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(The Story So Far:

Tara, the 35 year old single mother of 17 year old Cory decided to spend the summer at her wealthy brother Terry’s summer vacation house.  Cory was not amused by this decision, and opted to spend the first few weeks of their trip locked in his room, playing video games.  Viewing the trip as an opportunity to change things in her life, Tara began to exercise and take better care of herself - yielding extremely speedy results.  Encouraged by her progress, she attempted to coerce Cory into joining her in getting healthy.  Instead of agreeing or even politely declining, Cory insulted his mother, and proclaimed that even after multiple weeks of training, he would still be stronger than her.

Tara took the challenge to heart, and pushed herself as much as possible.  The results emerged fast and heavy, equating to a supernatural development of Tara’s body and mind.  When it came time for the contest, she deftly defeated Cory in every possibly manner by a staggering margin, and began to implement new rules to try and turn his life around.  While there was friction at first, after enough time, Cory came to appreciate his mother’s efforts, going so far as to encourage her to become the best version of herself as possible.

Chapter 4 ended with Terry arriving at the house with his family, eager to catch up with his sister after years of having not seeing her.  For Tara, this is an opportunity to show how much progress she has made since he saw her last - and to hopefully change her brother’s misogynistic views on women in general. )


1.) Immediately after the end of Chapter 4

Terry let himself in, quickly walking past Cory and into the entryway of what was legally his house.  “So kid, what th' hell's new?  Looks like ya grew a little since I last saw ya.”

Cory nodded.  The last time they had met in person was years ago, when Cory was much closer to Terry's relatively short 5'6”.  “I guess there have been a lot of changes between now and then.” he responded, holding back a bit of laughter as he thought about the immense transformation his mother undertook the past few months.

Terry failed to notice Cory's bemusement.  “Looks like th' place has been cleaned well.  Guess yer mom's done a good job of playin' maid, huh?”

Cory shrugged.  “Honestly, I think I do more cleaning around here than she does.  At least it's been that way for the past month.”

The older man cocked an eyebrow.  “Really son?” he started, shaking his head, “You should just let yer old woman take care of that sorta business.  Us men have more important things to do.”

“Like what?” 

“Oh, just about anythin' really.  Always remember that an hour of a man's time is worth far more than an hour of a woman's.  Not to say you should ever do wrong to a woman, just to know th’ respective places of th' genders.”

Cory squinted his eyes.  He was rendered fairly speechless.  The statement uttered by Terry was ludicrous to him, insane even.  At the beginning of the summer he may have high-fived his uncle, hoping that maybe he could crack open an under-aged beer with the man, but after the events of the past few weeks, sharing that sentiment seemed neigh impossible. 

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As Cory began to muster up a response, he was saved by a timely interruption.  Tara's voice quick filled up the room:  “Really brother?  I had hoped by now you grew up a little and stopped following that puerile school of thought.” 

Tara was standing tall and proud, wearing a classy sun-dress and specially fortified high-heels, which effectively displayed the immense muscular development that she had undergone over the summer.  To say that Tara was muscular would be an understatement.  Nearly 400 pounds of sheer muscle was densely packed onto her frame.  Every ounce of it was expertly defined, straited, and displayed masterful vascularity.  The dress was cut low, revealing the tremendous iron-plated slabs of pectoral muscle that sat underneath Tara’s hefty breasts.  The garment was similarly short, showcasing the pillars of steely flesh that Tara stood on.  Each quadricep possessed a thick, deep tear-drop in the center, the sides of which an average sized human could easily grip onto like a handle.  Due to their immense girth, the bottom half of Tara’s upper thighs pressed against one another; yet a tiny gap could be seen at their zenith, further emphasizing the fact that the legs were pure muscle, with next to zero bodily fat adorning them.

Tara’s mere presence in the room was nearly overwhelming.  Despite having grown more accustomed to it than any other person alive, Cory still felt himself affected by the intangible aura created from Tara’s immense power and confidence. 

Terry burst out in laughter.  “Who th’ frick are you!?” he spat out, doubled over.  “What kinda elaborate joke is this?  Hiring some crazy body building bitch ta take Tara’s place.”

The amazon placed her hands on her hips akimbo, which gave her an even more imposing presence as she took a few steps forward, her heels clicking loudly on the ground.  “Really Terry?  You should be able to recognize your own sister, even if she’s had a… bit of a transformation.”  Tara said with a warm giggle.

Terry wiped tears from his eyes that had formed from the laughter.  “No.  Frickin.  Way.  TARAAAAA” he yelled out,  “GET OUT HERE AND GREET YOUR BROTHER!”

Despite his cry, nobody came.  The woman in front of him laughed warmly.  “Come on Terry, you knew that I was having a bit of a transformation.  We discussed this over the phone.  I sent you my blood-work.  You saw my changes.  Well, the first batch at least.  Remember?”

Terry blinked a couple of times.  How could the being in front of him possibly be his younger sister?  This was no mere woman, but something of a goddess.  A statue brimming with strength, power, and femininity, all rolled into one.  The heels Tara wore added even more height to her lofty frame, giving her a total height resting a full foot above Terry’s fairly short 5’6”.  While Terry was a fairly thick, chubby individual, Tara’s body packed at least twice as much meat as his; though every ounce on the amazon’s body was pure muscle, aside from her prodigious mammaries.  The result was a being of unbridled power that physically emasculated Terry in nearly every possible way, despite the almost exaggerated level of femininity Tara exuded.

“No, no no.” Terry said, shaking his head.  “No way.”

“Why don’t you use one of your tools to test my DNA real quick?  Or even a fingerprint scanner?” Tara suggested.

Squinting his eyes, Terry retrieved his smart phone, turned it on, and with a few deft jabs pulled up an app - one made by his own company.  “Well, this thing isn’t one hundred percent accurate, but it should be close enough.” Terry started, “It records your fingerprints and uses a few other quick and dirty methods to pinpoint your identity, along with some other identifying marks.”

“Other identifying marks?”

The stout man nodded.  “Pulse, heat signature, and some other fancy stuff to provide a simple bio-rhythmic signature.  While I don’t have all of that stuff of yours recorded, I do have your prints.”  He presented the device held screen up.  “Just place four fingers, two from each hand onto it.”

Tara shrugged her brawny shoulders, causing a cascade of her lats and deltoids to ripple effortlessly, immediately sending a chill down Terry’s spine.  She did as he requested, placing her large fingers on top of the device’s screen.  After holding for a few moments, a beep indicated that the test was finished, and she was free to retract her hand.  As Terry glanced down and read the results, a sweat broke out on his forehead.  “Well.. I’ll be damned.” He murmured.

“Well?  What did it say?” Tara inquired.

“I guess… it really is you.  Though, it’s not a 100 percent match.”

“Oh?”

“For starters, while th’ fingerprint pattern is consistent, yer hands obviously grew a good deal to accommodate for, uh, well, all th’ other growth.  There are slight mutations in yer DNA, although th’ baseline is so close that it HAS to be you.  Also, when it reads yer estimated biological age…”  Terry held up the phone; both Tara and her son looked at it.  It read ‘31’. 

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Tara started laughing, while Cory simply stood there, bug-eyes.  After a few moments, Tara finally spoke: “Really?  Only 31?  I feel a lot younger.  To be honest, I have way more energy and focus than even when I was 21.  Plus, you know, THESE!” Tara brought her prodigious arms up, initiating a double-bicep flex.  The small mountains of muscle sprang to life, rippling to untold power.

“Well, I’ve got a quick an’ dirty theory for that.” Terry started, “Contrary to popular myth, more an’ more studies are pointing ta late 20s or early 30s as th’ real physical peak of a human being.  Thing is, most people just sit on their posteriors up until that point, so they don’t get that progression.  With that in mind, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say yer body’s actual physical peak would be 31 years old.  Of course, that’s not what your real age is…”

Before the conversation could continue much further, the rest of Terry’s family abruptly entered through the door.  In came four figures: Terry’s tall, beautiful, trophy wife, Estella; his average height, plump, 17 year old son, Barry; his small 10 year old son, Harry; and his adopted daughter of Korean descent, Kiko. 

As the family members entered, their eyes were all immediately drawn to the towering pillar of feminine muscle in the center of the room. 

“Oh… My… GOD!” Estella yelled out.
“Th’ fuck is that!?” Barry exclaimed.
“Holy shoot! A superhero!  Awesome!” Harry screamed.
“Weird.” Kiko murmured quietly.


1.5)

Estella was the first to run over toward Tara.  An on and off supermodel standing at 6 feet tall barefoot, who almost always wore heels, Estella was accustomed to being the tallest and most beautiful woman in any room.  Her body was lithe and sharply toned from years of pilates, yoga, and very light weight training.  She was also a heavy user of the elliptical and stair-master cardio machines, but strayed away from running due to fear of the effects the constant pull of gravity could have on her perfectly shaped breasts.

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“T-TARA!? IS that REALLY you?!” she exclaimed.  The last time they had met, Estella stood taller than Tara; had larger breasts than Tara; held more muscle mass on her frame than Tara; was more beautiful than Tara; possessed less body-fat than Tara; was more confident than Tara; and, unknown to most, was actually more intelligent than Tara.  Today however, every single one of those attributes had been reversed.  Tara was the one who was superior to Estella in each category.

“Hey Estella.  Of course it’s me.  Though I’ve changed a bit.”  Tara explained with a warm smile.

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Without asking, Estella began grabbing onto Tara’s arms.  “These muscles… they’re harder than anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I’ve been with a few bodybuilders before - male ones…” she observed bemusedly as she continued to press and knead the various muscle groups on Tara’s arms. 

Ten year old Harry was the next to approach the amazon.  “Wowow!” he yelled out.  “Is that really you aunt Tara?!”

The last time Tara had seen Harry, he was six years old.  She was surprised that he remembered her.  “You know it!”

Following his mother’s lead, Harry reached down and started grabbing onto Tara’s calf.  “Mom’s right!  This isn’t just a muscle, it’s like a super muscle!”

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Estella continued her probing of Tara’s impressive form.  "You... your skin... it's smoother than mine... and these arms! They're... they're huge! But in a good way! And your nails, so perfectly manicured!  You complexion, so fair and even.  Even your hair is like glistening silk.  You simply MUST tell me your secrets!  We have SO much catching up to do!” 

It was all true.  Despite spending relatively little time on skin and nail care the past few weeks, Tara had actually surpassed even Estella in this category, despite the constant professional care the latter underwent.  Between her system absorbing the components of various creams, vitamins, amino acids, along with the various techniques she learned from textbooks, an undoctored photo of Tara would likely be called out as photoshopped.

“Wow wow wow!” Harry exclaimed.  “What happened auntie?  Did you get into a radiation accident that gave you super?  Did you get stung by a super power granting bug?  Did the government abduct you and turn you into a super soldier!?!?”  He spouted off a few more nonsensical theories, as Tara’s transformation was simply too difficult for him to comprehend in any other fashion.

“Nope.” Tara replied warmly with a smile.  “The truth is, I just worked really hard and put my mind to becoming the best me possible.”

“Whoa… how do I do that!? I  want guns like yours!” Harry yelled out, playfully flexing his small, thin pre-pubescent arms to no avail.

“You want arms like these?  Well, the first step is to start eating right, then hit the weights.” Tara explained before realizing that perhaps a 10 year old boy shouldn’t be pumping iron yet, “Well, maybe you should wait a couple years before the second part."

Estella and her son continued to prod Tara’s muscular body, exploring the various ridges, crevices and slabs that adorned each limb.  While Tara enjoyed the attention, she could sense that with the rest of her extended family awkwardly watching nearby that she should try spurring things along. 
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“Having fun?  Say, who wants a ride?” Tara asked with a grin.  Harry yelled out that he would love that, while Estella simply giggled with consent.  Gently, Tara brought her arms down and grabbed onto both of their posteriors before hoisting them straight into the air.  “Why, you guys are light as feathers!” she observed with a giggle.



[[In the full story there’s much more here as the family gets introduced.  For the sake of this preview however, I’m going to skip ahead a bit to where they are outside at the family pool.  This comes after a scene where Tara first walks outside in a very revealing bathing suit, turning the heads of everyone in different ways, along with a bunch of dialogue involved with that.  I’ve skipped straight to the true introduction of a new character, someone who wasn’t in the original MKB, and will be a fairly major character - the new replacement of ‘Mary’ in the original MKB, a more interesting and unique character named Kiko.  This is her conversation with Cory.  I currently don’t have a VA for Kiko, but I am trying to secure one if possible.]]

[Added context - while everyone else is in their bathing outfits, Kiko continues to wear a very large baggy sweatshirt and loose sweatpants.]


Cory continued probing the girl, eager to find out why she was acting so strangely.  “Seriously though, you're really, uh, afraid to take your shirt off?  Or at the very least those pants..?”

“Not afraid...” Kiko sighed, rolling her eyes.  “Just, I dunno.”

“Are you like, naked or something?”

Kiko abruptly shook her head.  “No, I have my bathing suit on underneath...”

“What?” Cory laughed, “then what are you so worried about?”

Kiko looked to the side, avoiding meeting Cory's eyes with her own.

Cory shrugged.  “Well, I obviously can't make you take your shirt off or anything, but the water does look pretty cool...” 

The teen looked over to the pool, where Tara's muscular body was hurtling through the water like a torpedo. Estela was firmly attached to Tara, gripping onto the amazon's muscular back; while Harry held onto Estella's own back, screaming with joy.  In effect, Tara was actually swimming with two people clinging to her, though her incredible pace would lead an onlooker to think otherwise.  Meanwhile Terry and Barry looked onward with varied glances of anger, jealousy, and disgust. 

“Oooh…” Cory started with a mischievous tone, “You're afraid of being compared to our moms, huh?”

“WHAT?!” Kiko quipped.  “What on earth is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Whoa, calm down there.  I mean, I know she's my mom and all, but Tara's built like a goddamn Greek statue fused with Arnold Schwarzenegger, plus a dash of Jessica Rabbit.  I have to admit that I kind of hate standing directly next to her in front of you guys, I look like a little kid.  Then again, I guess everyone does in comparison to her...”

“And Estella?” Kiko raised a brow.

Cory snickered.  “Well, let's be real Kiko, Estella isn't actually related by blood to either of us.  She's uh… well, an on and off supermodel for a reason, you know?  I can understand not wanting to have your body shown off in comparison to them.  Not to, uh, insult your or anything, especially since I don't really know what you look like underneath those clothes.  Just that everyone has these kinds of natural insecurities”  Cory was talking a little bit faster than he should have, indicating his lack of control over things.  Fortunately, Kiko seemed to understand, and didn't hold it against him.

Kiko shrugged.  “That's really not the reason why.”

Cory's piqued curiosity was now boiling over.  He just HAD to know what on Earth this girl was trying to hide.  “Soo… what is it then?”

Kiko looked around reluctantly.  “I guess it IS really hot outside...” she observed before sighing again.  “Well, alright.  All things considered, I guess it isn't that big of a deal.” 

The young woman proceeded to grab the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them down, quickly revealing a striped bathing suit bottom, coupled with…  a pair of jutting tear-drop quadriceps! 

Cory's eyes grew wide.

The girl continued taking her pants off, and before long the full extent of Kiko's proportionately long, muscular legs were on display.  Small cords of muscle collected on the relatively thick thighs bunched up and danced from the slightest motion.  A pair of calves flared out from behind, indicating they were similarly built.  A veneer of dark golden skin, similar to Kiko's face covered the flesh, causing the legs to glisten in the sunlight. 

Cory gulped.  This was the last thing he had expected.  The last time he saw Kiko, she was a young, scrawny little thing.  Today however, he was now unsure who had the more muscular legs between them.  Proper examination would reveal that Cory's were technically slightly larger, but Kiko's shorter frame gave hers the illusion of looking much bigger.

Before either young adult could say a word, Kiko grabbed the bottom of her baggy shirt and deftly took if off, revealing: hard, jutting four-pack abs;  relatively large biceps with a split peak at their heads;  a developing V-taper formed by thick lats; and a small, pert cleavage with a proportionately deep pec-line in the center.

Cory blinked a few times, his mind trying to comprehend what was in front of him.  This wasn't Kiko!  This was some kind of 18 year old fitness model.  How was this possible?!  “Whoa...” He accidentally said out loud.

“Are you going to make some smart-ass comment about me looking like a dude?”

“No, not at all!  You look great.”  Cory assured her, his face turning a shade pink. 

Kiko raised an eyebrow once more, “Really?  Like… You're just saying that right?”

“No, I'm not!  You look awesome.”  Once again the words fell from his mouth a bit too quickly, but secretly their recipient didn't mind.

“Well, I guess you've been around… her… so maybe you're a bit different.”

Cory was about to continue that dialog, curious as to just precisely what Kiko was trying to say, but he decided to save that conversation for another time.  For the time being, he'd focus on her. “But.. how?” he asked.

“How what?”

“The… the muscles! ” Cory exclaimed.

Kiko blinked a couple of times.  “What do you mean 'how the muscles'?”  She intentionally invoked a stereotypical Korean accent as she quoted him, displaying her good humor about the situation.

“Oh come on, don't be difficult.  Since when do you have, you know, gains!?”

Kiko shrugged and her traps bunched up from reflex.  “Well… I kind of really hate admitting this...” she started.

“Admitting what?  That you lift weights or something?”

Kiko quickly shook her head.  “Oh, hell no.  Never touched a weight in my life.” 

Cory found this statement difficult to believe.

Kiko continued, “It's just that, well, it's so stereotypical, and I hate propagating that stuff, but I took martial arts for a couple of years.  Ages 12 to 15 to be precise.”

“Like… Karate?”

“Yeah.  A mix of stuff though.  I had a team of master martial artists all training me at once.  The idea was the adopted daughter of someone as rich as Terry needed to capable of defending herself.  At this point, I think I could be registered as a lethal weapon.”  She explained with a laugh. 

“So why’d you quit at 15?”

“It's weird.  Even though I was so young, I quickly learned almost everything I could, so there just didn't seem to be much of a point in continuing.  After beating up some muggers one day, I convinced Estella and Terry that I didn't need to keep training.”

“And the muscles?” Cory inquired, “Those are all from martial arts training?”

Kiko tilted her head around a bit as she considered the question.  “I’m not entirely sure to be honest.  They started growing a lot when I first entered puberty.  After a long day of training, I’d usually come back a bit stronger.  The thing is, honestly, even though I've quit, my muscles didn't go away.  Actually, they’ve gotten considerably bigger since then...  At first I thought it was fat, but...”  she leaned down, clasped her right thigh and shook it, causing the well-formed quadricep to shake.  “Not really much fat on my frame.” she observed, bringing her hands up to her thick abs.  “Plus, I’ve got these…” she flexed her arms, causing a hard, shapely ball of muscle to spring to life, rippling with definition and vitality, “Oh god, they look even bigger than a couple of days ago.  How does this even happen!?”

“Wow Kiko.  That’s pretty amazing actually!  Especially if you really haven’t worked out at all the past few years.  You’re definitely pretty blessed to have a body that builds and maintains muscle like that.” Cory explained with a genuine smile.

Kiko was apprehensive, “Are you SURE that my build isn't… masculine?”

Cory scratched his head.  “Why would I think it is?”

“Well, other than the muscles, I mean...”  she glanced down at her relatively diminutive chest, “and my hips aren't exactly the widest either.” she added.

Cory shrugged.  “I don't know why those things are needed to define a woman.” he explained, “It's not like you can choose the size of your hips anyways, not without surgery or something.”

“R-really?  YOU are the one saying this?” Kiko asked with a laugh.  She shook her head slightly, “I guess things really have changed.”

“Hey, what's that supposed to mean?”

“Even when you were a kid you were pretty thoroughly in Terry's, I mean my dad's, camp.  That women are just inferior creatures made to serve men, or something like that.”

Cory immediately realized that she had a point.  The truth was, even a mere few months ago, Cory likely would have mocked Kiko for her current body.  Today however, he couldn't help but admire the power it likely yielded her, and secretly found it quite alluring.  The longer he dwelled on the thought of Kiko, the more his male instincts were reminded that she was not related to him by any degree whatsoever.  He knew that he needed to distract himself, get his mind off of Kiko and her body.  Even if there was no blood relation, there was still the very loose technical relation.  Plus, he didn’t want to creep her out or anything.

“So.. You really think you’d be able to beat me in a fight?” he asked.

Kiko raised a brow.  “Didn’t you hear what I said?  Lethal weapon.  It wouldn’t even be close.”

Cory entered a playful fighting stance trying to imitate a character from one of the fighting video games he had played.  “Well, why don’t we have a friendly sparring match?”

“You sure?”

Cory nodded, then suddenly Kiko moved so quickly that she looked like a blur to him.  A pair of palms struck him in the abdomen with just enough force to cause him to stumble backwards a few steps towards the pool.  She quickly closed the distance, and before he could react had grabbed onto him and with one single motion tossed him into the pool with a loud splash!  Cory flailed around a bit before catching his barrings, spitting some water out of his mouth. 

“Alright!  Duly noted!” he exclaimed, “You can win on the land, but I bet you can’t beat me in the water!” he challenged. 

A playful smirk met Kiko’s mouth - the challenge was accepted.


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Preview:
Equality: Genesis
by MagnusMagneto
Voice by Sycllas

[Please note: uploading the voice files to vocaroo compresses their quality significantly.  In the full release the files sound significantly cleaner!]

[This is a preview for my upcoming Patreon story Equality: Genesis.  This is the first ~3100 words of the story, which will likely end up being around 10,000 total (subject to change).  To receive the full story, make sure you are pledged to my Patreon before the evening of November 28th  www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto The full story is targeted for release on December 10th - if you pledged, it'll be beamed right to your Patreon inbox at that time!]

(Author's note:  I put a good deal of research into writing this story.  In a sense, it is the most realistic FMG story I know of that features a woman this strong.  It is based on real world conditions, and experimental research that is actually occurring today.  What occurs during and after the recovery phase of this story is entirely conjecture, as there is no real world precedent.  Please know that I intend zero disrespect to anyone suffering from muscular dystrophy, nor their loved ones.  I genuinely hope that a treatment is found someday.)


In the year 203X
1.) An introduction, and my school years.

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My name is Genesis, and I'm the fastest human being in the history of the world.  I'm also the strongest; at least my lower body is.  That's not to say my upper half is shabby, I can give all but the biggest of men a run for their money.  If you had known me five years ago, that would come off as some kind of sick joke.  It still feels like yesterday sometimes, when I was confined to a wheelchair. 

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I remember the day it happened so distinctly: the evening my parents sat down on my bed and told me I was “special”.  It was an adjective I came to hate, for a long time at least.  The real truth was I was suffering from muscular dystrophy, but my parents didn't have the courage to tell me that.  How could they anyway?  Their 10 year old daughter, sister to the high school quarterback all-star, and two equally athletic sisters; it seemed encoded in my DNA that I would also be a superstar, but reality was the opposite.  Instead of growing into a healthy, able-bodied woman during puberty, I was going to literally waste away.

The truth was, while my siblings inherited traits that gave them strong, agile bodies, my genetic makeup was missing vital sequences of DNA to naturally develop my muscles.  Three years after that talk on my bed, I was in a wheelchair.

Life became a living hell for me.  While none of my classmates had the audacity to pick on me or bully me, their stares alone pierced my heart.  The way they looked with a mixture of pity of disgust – it drove me to tears when I came home.  I was sectioned off to “special” classes, given a “special” caretaker, and refined to the “special” lunch table.  As much as I understood the plight of the other “special” students, my mind wasn't like theirs'.  I had no friends, which obviously led me to feel alone and isolated.

When I became older, I was allowed to integrate into the “normal” classes.  I didn't really understand the point.  I was always accompanied by my “special” aide, who had to wheel me everywhere, help me eat, and even assist me in using the bathroom.  It was humiliating.  In hindsight I appreciate everything she did for me, but at the time I actually resented her.  I feel awful for ever harboring those emotions, but she was the biggest reminder that I was “special”; that I needed help because I was broken.

The worst day of my life was when I used my cell phone to do some research on my condition.  Within a matter of moments from opening a few articles, I learned that there was no hope.  Every muscle in my body would continue to waste away, eventually including my heart.  I would not live past 30 except by some divine miracle.  I would likely die a few years before that.  Even if I did make it that long, it would be a life completely dependent on others, yet fully isolated from life's pleasures – a paradox whose wicked irony was lost on me until I became older.

I was 14 at the time I performed the research, and could not believe that I was effectively middle aged.  Cruelly, the bottom of that web page had a related article predicting that my peers would be the first generation to have a life expectancy over 100.

I missed the following week of classes simply because I could not stop crying.  Secretly, I wanted nothing more than to die.  The thought of my already deformed arms becoming more pathetic, my face growing more lopsided; the fact that I'd soon be unable to feed myself at all unless my limbs were cut off and my family bought extremely expensive prosthetic replacements…  Replacements that weren't covered by health insurance, and would require them to go into debt…  Limbs that would be wasted when my heart gave out in a decade anyways...  It was too much to bare. 

Only out of respect for my family was I able to soldier through the next few years of my life.  Things became progressively worse.  I relied on my parents more and more for everything.  Bathing, clothing, even eating; there was seemingly nothing I could do anymore.  Nothing except to watch television and think; and my mind was too addled for the latter to do me much good.

I don't really remember much of a single school lecture, as all I could think about was the kids around me.  Internally, I was seething with jealousy.  Not a single one of them would ever dare be my friend.  I felt like a disgusting monster, a mistake of nature.

While the grade-school years presented my classmates with myriad first experiences: sports, fights, dances, love, hugs, kisses (and what those lead into), hopes, dreams, fears…  I was left with what felt like a hollow shell of an existence.  Nobody would ever feel romantically for me, and I couldn't even blame them. 

I think what startled me the most in my experience during school was the way nobody would look me in the eyes.  The further my condition progressed, the worse it became.  When the condition first started, kids would stare at me, then hide their faces when I looked back.  Then it got worse, and they stared for a shorter length of time, their gazes hiding more quickly.  More time passed, and they only snuck peeks, never lingering for long.  By the time puberty had begun to transform them, they rarely ever looked me in the eyes.  At best, some of the nicest, most outgoing girls would sputter out an awkward and forced “Hi there” before quickly growing nervous and leaving.

If this were a Hollywood movie, this would be the part where some popular jock has a fall-from-grace, and seeks my companionship, eventually resulting in our love.  If it were a story on the internet, some nerdy, out of shape guy would give up on normal girls and try his luck with me.  If it were a newspaper article, then I'd find love with someone else who was “special”.  I wish I had story like that to add here.  The truth is: I don't.  I never, ever made a single friend throughout the course of my grade school career.  (Except for my caretakers, but I didn't realize they were friends until much later.)

A few years later I graduated high school.  The truth is, I don't think I deserved to.  I barely completed any of my work, and the work 'I' did was almost entirely done by either my state-appointed “special” aide, or a family member. 

I had to desperately beg my parents to not send me to college.  They wouldn't listen to my reasoning that if I was going to die in a decade, there was no point in spending four years of that time and their money on education.  I became paranoid, taking their gesture of kindness for some kind of trick to get rid of me.  To not have to clothe me, bathe me, feed me.  To not have to hear my distorted voice.  To not have to watch their daughter literally and metaphorically waste away while their other three children became stronger, smarter, and more successful.  Fortunately, I managed to convince them to let me stay home.


2.) In which I was given a chance at life.

The next few months were agonizing.  I had no friends.  No real hobbies.  Nothing I could do productively with the short amount time I held in life  (In truth, there were things I could've done, but I wasn't given the emotional tools to understand that).  There were zero possible jobs I could realistically perform, and frankly, the prospect of spending any of those remaining 8-12 years working seemed absurd.  So… I just watched television.

Then one day, everything changed.  That day caused me the second most anxiety of any single date (the first being when I discovered my life expectancy).  A pair of pleasant looking people wearing business casual attire, a man and a woman, arrived at the front door.  They explained they were with a bio-tech research firm called Equality who were seeking a willing participant for an experimental treatment for muscular dystrophy.  Equality's mission statement was simple, if not a bit morally high-horsed: they wanted to use medical research to bring physical equality to all human beings.  Treating diseases like my own was one of the more obvious targets.

My parents were skeptical, but I begged (more like screamed, cussed, swore, and threatened as loud as my diminished lungs possibly could) to let them run any experiment they wanted on me.  At best I would be cured.  At worst, I'd be freed from this existence, and my death could possibly help save others with this ailment.  Reluctantly, my parents agreed to let me at least meet the science team and hear their proposal.

The researchers were extremely nice.  I could tell they were desperate for someone to accept their deal.  There would be no compensation beyond the free treatment and physical therapy if it was a success, plus there was a very real possibility I'd die. 

There was one other thing; something that they seemed concerned about my reaction to.  They showed me a picture of an x-ray of a mouse's legs.  The left side had small deposits of white, indicating the limb's muscularity was underdeveloped.  On the right frame was a tremendous white mass, multiple times larger than the left's.  I was told that this was the same mouse, before and after the treatment.  The mouse originally had muscular dystrophy that was analogous to my own.  They then produced a third image, which shows what a regular mouse's legs looked like – it seemed to have half the mass of the after picture.

The scientists then explained that they simply did not know any other way to cure the mice from muscular dystrophy.  They had successfully replicated the experiment a few times, but it only worked by changing the genetic sequence in such a way that the body overcompensated how much muscle was produced—always creating roughly twice as much as there should normally be.  Every time they tried to alter the sequence to prevent this overcompensation, the treatment failed in numerous ways.

In other words: if the therapy was a success, the baseline mass of my muscles would swell to approximately twice of what they were 'supposed' to be if they never had muscular dystrophy.  I was warned that any strenuous exercise would make those muscles even larger.

It was surprising to me how the scientists thought this was some kind of huge disadvantage that would dissuade me from undergoing the treatment; that becoming jacked without effort (and even more jacked with) was a drawback.

Today, in reflection, I can understand why they thought this way.  The vast majority of women do not want to be big.  They fear being larger than their man; possessing muscles that only a bodybuilder could surpass would be a huge disadvantage, lowering the potential pool of mates by a huge margin.

To an 18 year old with arms so shriveled that she couldn't bring a fork to her mouth, that was the least of my concerns.  If anything, I dreamed of becoming The Hulk; that in a bout of rage I would turn into a giant green monster bursting with muscle.  I wanted to throw cars around and leap hundreds of feet into the air.  I wanted to never sit in a chair again for the rest of my life.  I wanted to never stop moving.

My parents on the other hand wanted me to 'sleep on' the decision.  I refused.  They tried to forcefully take me back home (which wasn't much of a struggle at all since I entirely relied on them to go anywhere), but I relented.  I screamed as loud as my weak vocal chords allowed me to.  I begged the scientists who watched with mixed expressions, petrified with doubts of their own on how to react.  Desperate, my mind quickly came up with a solution – I yelled with as much clarity as I could muster: “Call the police!  I am 18 years old and am being kidnapped!  This is illegal!  I am an adult with free will and I demand to remain here!” 

To this day I'm not actually entirely certain how technically accurate that claim was, but regardless my voice was heard.  The scientists quickly sprung into action, and my parents stopped, frozen in motion.  How could they possibly deny me this?  One scientist produced her phone, began a recording, and asked me if I was giving verbal consent to relocate me away from my parents, to which I hastily agreed.

That was the last time I saw them for the next few months.


3.)  In which hope was poured into the hollow shell of my existence.

I don't remember much of the treatment itself.  Before the operation, the staff all thanked me personally.  Thus was particularly memorable because it was the first time in over a decade someone had earnestly done so.  The last before that must have been when I was very young, six years old or so, and did some small task for my parents. 

It was a transcendental moment: meeting these potential saviors.  Their faces had the same emotion as my own.  Everyone in the room, including myself, wanted nothing more than for this treatment to work.  For the first time, people staring at me was a positive thing.

After signing a tremendous number of forms (I'm unsure if they were even legally binding since this treatment was clearly not sanctioned for human testing yet) I was prepped for surgery.  They offered to let me think it over, to give me a night of eating hand-fed cookies, cake and ice-cream; a night of pampering and decadence – a last hurrah in case something went wrong (though they never admitted that).  I vehemently declined the offer, begging for them to not let me spend another day in my dying body.

They must have been impressed by my gusto, because the operation was performed that very night.

The surgery's recovery was initially very slow.  I was bedridden for a long time, so long that I lost track.  It could have been a few days, or a few weeks – I really couldn't tell.  When you're confined to one place like that, time becomes something of a tunnel you phase through in alternating spurts of extreme haste and sluggishness. 

Despite this, I was alive.  Not only was I alive, but for the first time in a decade, I felt as if I was getting… stronger.  At some point it became easier to breathe.  I could control the passage of air, holding my breath for a short while.  A nearby mirror revealed that my face was no longer lopsided, as the flesh had regained its proper tautness.  Over time, the heart-rate monitor to my side became more stable, less erratic.  Soon, I could move my head more freely.  Eventually, one day, I moved my legs.  Not just slightly and jerkily, but moved them with a smooth, controlled motion.  This in turn caused my heart-rate to skyrocket so quickly from excitement that two nurses burst into my room.

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It was around this point that things started picking up.  I could now feed myself with relative ease, and my appetite was skyrocketing.  The doctors assured me this was a good thing, and constantly provided optimally nutrient balanced food whenever my hunger pangs flared.  I treated eating like it was my job; not a morsel was ever left on my plate.  I knew that my body needed sustenance to repair itself, to reverse the damage caused by years of genetic defect. 

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The doctors brought in a strange machine that massaged my legs.  At the time I didn't understand what it was for, but later I would learn that it was a device used to stimulate muscle growth in bedridden patients.  It was official: I was becoming stronger every day.

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I wanted to help this process along, so I would intentionally move my arms and legs around, performing a makeshift kind of exercise.  I couldn't believe it, I was actually intentionally working out in my own way. 

From this point on, I started looking at life in a new way.  Everything became more vibrant and full of life.  When I watched television, I was no longer depressed at how I would never do any of those things; instead I was filled with hope.  Hope that I would have a working body that could explore the world and live life.

Another week or so passed (I really wish I had kept better track of time during my recovery, but as I said, my perception of things was distorted.) and eventually it was time for me to try and walk.  It was rough, and as much as I wish I could report success at my first attempt, it was actually a failure.  Despite this, I actually stood on my own two feet, without the help of machinery or someone else, something that had been impossible for years.  That night I was filled with determination.  I ate more than ever, and performed my makeshift exercises.

A few days later, I finally walked.  It was a moment so exciting that I burst into tears, as did many of the people around me.  I only wish my parents and siblings could see what happened. Despite the overwhelming triumph welling within me, I felt both guilty and angry that they weren't there.  Part of me was still furious that they would've prevented me from getting this treatment; another part missed them, and knew that ultimately they loved me.

Despite my misgivings about my family, my life became a true upward spiral from this point on.  Each day I became a little more independent.  Soon I was dressing myself, going for walks, and as embarrassing as it is to admit: finally using the restroom and bathing without any assistance. 

My body was slowly filling out.  It seemed like each day my thin, twig-like limbs increased in size. A week later, I was walking around the facility, greeting people, and watching on as they performed research.  My mind was stimulated, and I realized that I was no longer going to die at 30; instead, I was going to be one of the kids from my generation projected to live until 120. 

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It was at that revelation I made my decision:  I was going to make the most of my life.  As soon as I was healthy enough, I was going to go to college.  I was going to nourish my mind, and learn how to contribute towards the same research that saved my life.  I was going to cherish my body, nurture it, and make it stronger.  I was finally given a chance at life, and I was going to make the most of it.  I was going to become as intelligent and fit as I possibly could!

[This is a preview for my upcoming Patreon story Equality: Genesis.  This is the first ~3100 words of the story, which will likely end up being around 10,000 total (subject to change).  To receive the full story, make sure you are pledged to my Patreon before the evening of November 28th  www.patreon.com/magnusmagneto The full story is targeted for release on December 10th - if you pledged, it'll be beamed right to your Patreon inbox at that time!]

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Prelude:
Equality: Dawn
By MagnusMagneto

(This is a PRELUDE to my upcoming Patreon release: Equality Dawn.  This is a separate entity that won't be included in the release, as Equality: Dawn will be told from the first-person perspective of Dawn herself.  This merely sets things up and explains the science behind Dawn’s genetic therapy, because frankly, Dawn isn’t going to understand it at all (Though she will very thoroughly enjoy it.) )

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Background:

After Genesis (from Equality: Genesis) won her gold medal at the Olympics, word got out that she underwent genetic therapy from the Equality Institute, bringing both the organization and genetic therapy itself to the spotlight. 

What should have been a victory for humankind was mired in political controversy and sullied by outrage culture.  One hard working girl’s victory was deemed null by detractors claiming she was given an unfair advantage.  Instead of encouraging that the Equality Institute repeat its procedure on sufferers of muscular dystrophy worldwide, the organization found itself under immediate scrutiny.

An international ‘Human Enhancement Council’ was formed, and given regulatory powers over Equality.  Adding further fuel to the fire, a large movement primarily composed of highly religious individuals claimed that what the Equality foundation did went against the will of God; that it was man’s folly to cure muscular dystrophy.

As a result, The Equality Institute found itself unable to sustain its research of the therapy that saved Genesis’s life.  Unsure of what to do, the Institute looks into a new angle to approach: making women equal to men. 

Two scientists in the Equality world for are discussing their upcoming patient, a 29 year old woman named Dawn.  Whenever they make changes to a human being, they have to explain everything to the Human Enhancement Council.  In this case however, due to a bureaucratic backup, the Equality Corporation was given the go-ahead to perform this operation and report the changes later.  Seeing this as an opportunity to push things further, Scientist 2 has decided to roll out the most impressive list of changes yet.  One of his colleagues, Scientist 1, is not so amused.


S1: “Let me get this straight.  The subject, Dawn, will actually have greater activation of satellite muscle cells from exercises, greater muscle building potential, greater muscular endurance, faster recover time, AND more effective muscles in terms of both aesthetic appearance and strength per pound than the absolute pinnacle of the male gender in these respective categories?”

S2: “Sounds about right.  I mean, it's not THAT huge of an increase.  Only like 20%.”

S1: “That's 20 percent of THE strongest man alive!  That could be hundreds of pounds depending on the lift!  Plus these things all kind of compound with one another... she'll have the cardiovascular endurance of an Olympic long-distance runner, the strength of the world's strongest man, AND the aesthetic potential of Mr. Olympia.  Err, 20 percent MORE than those things.”

S2 Shrugs before speaking again:  “In theory, yeah.  Plus some other stuff like bone density, muscle toughness, etcetera.  Honestly, I’m probably going to push it up to 30, 40, maybe 50 or even higher of a percentage and not tell anyone.  By the time anyone figures it out, it’ll be years from now.”

S1: “So how exactly are we going to justify this to the Human Enhancement Council again?”

S2: “Easy.  Just tell them she's a five foot flat in height.  A tiny thing.  Even if she had huge muscles, a six foot tall guy would have a tremendous advantage in terms of his arm length.   Let's say she got into a fight with Muhammad Ali during his prime; he'd veritably tower over her.  He'd knock her right in the head four times before she could even try to strike back.  How's that equal?  Even if she has the strength of someone like Zydrunas Savickas at his prime, she'd still get destroyed if a champion kickboxer roundhoused her in the face a few times before she could get a shot in.

Also, it should be stated that even after cranking her potential up to 30% greater than the strongest men alive, her legs won’t be able to match Genesis’s – presuming Dawn even bothers to weight train.”

S1: “So... the definition of equality is being able to defeat Muhammad Ali or some 'champion kickboxer' in their prime in a fight?  Also let’s not talk about Genesis.  My headache’s already big enough as it is.”

S2: “Exactly!  Well, kind of.  The point is to give this girl Dawn the same potential.  Sure, she probably can't really become a basketball player or something, but we haven't figured out how to make a developed adult grow a foot taller without warping their entire skeletal structure, now have we?”

S1 shakes his head: “So basically, you're saying to compensate for potential height advantages, give her more muscular potential than the strongest man alive?”

S2: “Now look.  We can't just put that on our report to the council.  That would sound pretty sketchy.  But, in a sense, sure.  Though keep in mind that she's going to have some other advantages so her body can actually utilize all of that mass.”

S1: “Right.  A stronger heart, lungs, and other organs.  Better, harder bones—especially her joints.  Far stronger tendons.  Sharpened reflexes.  Specially oxidized blood circulated into her system, and proper instructions sent to her heart to create said blood...”

S1 seems to have come around to S2's way of thinking, or perhaps he's trying to show how dangerous this train of thought is: “AND we have to tighten up those eyes of hers – no good for the next model citizen that emerges from Equality Corporation to require glasses.  That's a real easy fix by the way, don't know why it isn't covered by health insurance and practiced nationwide.  We'll also help her be a bit more equal with her peers: stimulated breast growth to compensate her new pecs, wider hips to offset the size of her quads and shoulders, you know – the goods.”

S2: “Now you get it!  May as well reconfigure her hormones a bit, help her have skin, nails, and teeth like a model, you know?  It's not very equal if she accidentally suffers from an acne breakout while a different woman doesn't.”

S1: “Let's just make her as smart as us while we're at it.  Actually, no, smarter, unless you want to pretend you're the smartest man alive.”

S2 chuckles: “Now THAT's an idea.  Unfortunately we all know how unpredictable tampering with the mind can be.  Plus, our jobs would be vaporized immediately if that was reported to the Council.”

S1 is massaging his temples: “I'm pretty sure the public is going to have our asses over this as it is.”

S2 shakes his head:  “Nah, we have exemplary records.  Not too many with our training that they can trust.  Plus, after they see Dawn all beefed up, their hearts will melt and they'll agree.  Trust me.”

S1:  “You know man… did you ever think about just what will happen after we make all the non-muscular upgrades?”

S2 cocks a brow: “What do you mean?”

S1: “Think about Genesis.  Sure, her legs will probably always be bigger than Dawn’s, but what about when we take into account the improvements to bone structure, tendon strength, flexibility, so on and so forth?”

S2: “What about that?”

S1: “I’ll get to the point.  How will she match up to Genesis?”

S2: “Now we’re talking…  So, there’s another improvement I slipped in that will cause a huge difference.  Dawn’s muscles will be able to transition between different twitch types.  As I’m sure you know, some kinds of muscle are better for quick explosive things like lifting weights, others are better for endurance related tasks like running, with myriad variations in between.  Dawn here… she’s going to have ‘smart muscles’.  That’s to say, her muscles will instantly adapt their twitch makeup to the task at hand.”

S1: “Im... impossible!”

S2: “Yeah, that’s what they said about putting a man on the moon a hundred years ago.  This stuff is simple in the grand scheme of things.  It’s just a real shame we have to hold back, and we can’t do this sort of thing more often.  That’s why I want to leave an impact with Dawn.  Show the world what we can really do.

Anyways, to get back to your earlier question…  I’m sure you’ve seen Genesis’s vitals, and we’ve both spent enough time around her at the lab to know what she’s built like.  Those bones of hers, far denser than either of ours…  They’re going to look brittle next to Dawn’s.  Dawn’s tendons are going to be of such higher quality that Genesis’s freakish neuromuscular efficiency will pale in comparison. 

Look, I love Genesis as much as the next guy, but Dawn… Dawn’s going to really show the world what EQUALITY is.”

Scientist 1 blinks a few times and gulps hard.  He knows he can’t stop his colleague from turning this dimwitted store clerk into a peak human goddess, and deep down, he doesn’t want to.




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Preview:
In-Shape
by MagnusMagneto ( www.magnusmagneto.com )


(This is a preview of my upcoming Patreon story: In-Shape.  It might become a series, we'll see.  Either way, this will be a highly satisfying slice of classic FMG 'easy gainer' style action.  The main difference between this and something like Brian and Kelly is that the couple are in their 50's, and have a good deal of respect for one another, granting the whole thing a different dynamic.

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It was Brody’s 50th birthday.  He was beginning to encroach on what he feared was ‘old man’ territory.  Brody was a fairly tall, broad man – standing at 6 feet of height with a wide frame.  He never truly took care of his body, opting to skate by off of his fortunate genetics.  The past decade had slowly taken a collective toll however.  No longer were his arms bulging with tight muscle.  No longer was his midsection a lithe six-pack, nor were his calves and forearms chiseled from manly flesh.  Instead fat had accumulated, and he was encroaching on “beer belly” territory.

Truthfully, Brody still looked a hell of a lot better than the average guy his age, as many of his friends, and his loving wife were quick to point out.  Donna, the 51 year old aforementioned wife, was particularly decent to him about his appearance, ensuring her husband that it was easy to mistake him for a 40 year old. 

Despite these assurances, Brody just didn’t feel that way at all.  He was starting to feel like he looked old, and he didn’t like it. 

“Donna, I think that as part of a birthday resolution, it’s finally time I got into shape.” He announced one afternoon.

Truthfully, time had also been unkind to Donna, who was equally lethargic.  Donna was a tall woman, only an inch and a half shorter than her husband.  She was blonde with bright blue eyes, and had large features.  Brody had lucked out quite a bit when he ended up with her 20 years ago.  She was a brilliant biologist who made twice as much money as him.  There was an almost eerie level of logic that she applied to everything that scared off most other men, but Brody found strangely endearing.

It would be an understatement to say that Donna was more intelligent than Brody.  The truth was, Brody didn’t really know the full extent of their mental disparity.  During their marriage, they both experienced several pay raises, but over time, Donna’s salary came to truly eclipse Brody’s – when they retired, she was making more than three times what he was. 

In actuality, they only managed to retire during their late 40s thanks to Donna’s huge earnings and intelligent saving.  Still, despite all of this, Donna did love Brody deeply, and they were mostly happy with their marriage.

When they had met, Donna was thin and busty with long legs; today however, she was fairly flabby, though she still had a fairly impressive bosom for a 51 year old woman. 

Donna tried to reassure her husband that she loved him the way he was, but Brody insisted that he needed to get in shape.

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For the next two weeks, Brody stuck with his plan.  He went running in the morning and lifted weights in the afternoon five times a week.  He cut his beer intake in half, and stopped drinking carbonated sodas.  Donna even prepared healthier meals for him, and used her immense knowledge of the human body to better shape his diet.

By the third week, Brody had started to see some results.  He was looking more like his 40 year old self.  That evening, he and Donna had sex for the first time since his birthday.  It was a moderately fulfilling session, but still a far-cry from their younger days. 

The next morning, Donna confronted Brody.  She could tell that he was dissatisfied with her.  He insisted that she was mistaken, but she persisted that she was correct.  He asked how she would possibly know that, and she listed off a series of body language signs that she easily interpreted.  Ultimately, he yielded that she was right.  Donna then instantly deduced that he wanted her to get into shape as well, which, once again, was a perfect analysis.

Brody told her that she should join him, and they could get in shape together, which led to a rather surreal conversation:

“I have to warn you Brody… when I’m in shape, it’s like I’m an entirely different woman than the one you know.”

Brody found this statement to be quite bizarre.  “What do you mean sweetheart?  I remember what you were like when we got married…”

Donna let out a small snicker, “That wasn’t in shape, trust me, that was far from it.”

Brody was intrigued, “What’s your idea of being in shape then?”

Donna tilted her head for a moment as she contemplated the best way to answer the question, “That varies for everyone.  Every human being has vastly different levels of being in-shape.  In my opinion, the state that a body achieves after being used actively for a prolonged period of time, perhaps a few months, is adequate for being in-shape.  Obviously a body can be brought beyond that.”

“Right.” Brody wanted to roll his eyes, but stopped himself.  “So, what’s your idea of YOU being in shape?”

“Well, probably the peak I brought myself in my early 20’s.”

This intrigued Brody even further, “Oh?  I could’ve sworn I’ve seen pictures of you back then, you looked like, well, similar to how you did when you were 30.  That’s to say, pretty damn good!”

Donna laughed a bit, “You have no idea dear.  There were no pictures taken of me when I was REALLY in shape.  I’ll have you know that I very easily could have walked onto a competition stage for a women’s fitness or bodybuilding contest.”

Now Brody was extremely intrigued, “Can you… elaborate?”

“What is there to elaborate on dear?  I used to be, well, jacked.  Yolked, ripped, huge, buff, a real beefcake.  A true-blue stud.  You know.  Though I was still very… womanly… at the same time.”  Just then Donna noticed something, “You… you’re attracted to that idea aren’t you, the thought of me looking like that?”

Brody recoiled slightly, “What?  Why do you think that?”

A smirk met Donna’s mouth, “Come on Brody.  You know you can’t fool me, even though you try, and try again.  I can read you like a book.  The way your lips curled ever so slightly, your breathing sped up a bit, your eyes suddenly darted down to my arms, then down to my legs; you were obviously imagining what my body would look like with Big.  Rippling. Bulging. Muscles.  Mmmm… Even right there, with each of those adjectives, you subtly reacted.  You’re craving it Brody.  Just keep thinking about it, these little bingo wings –“ Donna then shook the small deposit of unfortunate fat underneath her arm that most women her age possessed, “Would be pure, rock solid muscle.  Think of all the stamina I’d have.  All the power I’d have.  You love it already, don’t you?”

Brody’s face was beet-red.  What on Earth had come over his wife?  He had to admit that whatever it was, he was really enjoying it.  Just this little theoretical explanation was really turning him on.  When Brody was a young man, he wouldn’t have been so keen on the idea of a muscular woman, but as he grew older, his tastes matured, and the idea of a fit, powerful partner his age – that still had the curves and scent of a woman – was highly intriguing.

“Yes.  That… would be pretty amazing.  I’ll admit.”

Donna’s tone shifted towards dire seriousness, “There is something I have to warn you about though.”

“What’s that?”

“My body… it’s special.  Trust me, I would know – I’ve studied a LOT of bodies.”

This whole chain of events had gone from weird to weirder for Brody.  “Special… how?”

“When I initially got into shape, it happened very, very fast.  Additionally, you might have heard of the term muscle memory – in short, once you’ve developed a muscle, it typically requires less effort to rebuild than that of the initial construction.  Anyways, this… muscle memory – from the experiments I’ve performed, well, it seems that my body has a kind of super muscle memory that functions far faster than regular muscle memory.  Believe me, there have been many times in the past few decades where I’ve actively had to remain entirely sedentary to prevent myself from triggering it.”

“What exactly are you trying to tell me?” Brody cut to the chase.

“Simply put, unless I’m wrong, and let’s be honest, it’s pretty darn rare that I ever am, if I start to push myself, I’m going to develop muscles very, very quickly.”

Brody blinked a couple of times, his mind was unable to formulate a response.

Donna started again, “Wow dear.  This whole concept must be really, really tantalizing to you, isn’t it?”  She took a step closer to him, and Brody’s breathing intensified.

“Well, alright, yeah.  It is.  I think you’d look pretty amazing like that, though I have to be honest: I don’t believe that you ever really were a bodybuilder back in the day, nor that you’ll magically pack on muscle like you say you will.”

Donna smirked, “You’ll see.  So, if you’re positive that’s what you want, then I’ll do it.  I start getting in-shape with you, just know what you’re getting yourself into here.”

Brody failed to see a downside to any of this.  “Just promise me you won’t take steroids or anything weird like that.”

Donna laughed a bit – if only he knew what she did – “Don’t you worry about that dear.  My line of work and studies make me more intimately familiar with the potential pitfalls there than 99% of the population.” 

“Right.”  Brody nodded.  “Then let’s do it, let’s both get in-shape!”


[In the full story, there will be a full section of Donna initially undergoing the first steps of getting in shape with Brody.  She, of course, progresses extremely quickly.  For the sake of this preview, for a bit of a teaser, I’m going to skip ahead to when Donna is already quite developed.  The context is the couple is at the beach.]


As the woman emerged from the shoreline, her tremendous figure truly presented itself to Brody.  Her upper half had transformed into an upside down triangle of muscular development, a wide pair of lats cascading downward to a tiny waist protected by rippling abs.  She looked bigger than a mere few hours ago, as if every muscle on her frame had been pumped up from the activity of swimming in the ocean.

Donna jogged over towards her husband, the thick chords of muscle erupting from her thighs shaking slightly from the motion.  As Donna drew near, Brody’s nose was full of an enjoyable scent:  sea-salt, Donna’s natural pleasurable musk, and a certain something else that he couldn’t quite put his finger on – a sensory representation of spent effort and the overflowing vitality of Donna’s form.

In comparison, Brody’s form wasn’t very impressive.  While he had a barrel chest and moderately thick arms, he still had a palpable layer of flab over his midsection; though he had made quite a stride in the past month.

Donna looked younger than she did a month ago, as if the transformation her body had undergone restored some of the light of youth that had faded from time’s passage.  Her posture was excellent, and while Donna was already quite confident in the past, she now looked supremely self-assured at all times.  In many ways, her body was starting to truly match her mind and personality.

“You okay Brody?” she asked, taken aback by her husband’s transfixed expression.

“Yeah, just…  Damn Donna, you look good.” He said, staring directly his wife’s abs.

“Aww, thanks B!  I warned you, I’m pretty close to getting back in shape!”

“Close?  Sweetie, what do you mean by close?  I’d say you’re definitely already there…”

Donna smirked, “Trust me, me in my prime would smoke this out of the water.” She patted her abs.

Brody cocked a brow, “How so?”

“You really wanna know?”

“Obviously.”

“Right.  Well, for starters, this embarrassment of a six-pack will be completely different.” 

“Embarrassment?  Donna, you’ve got the best abs of any woman here; better than the vast majority of the guys too.”  They were also far more impressive than what he had going on his torso, but Brody didn’t want to admit that inconvenient truth out loud.

Donna shrugged, “Doesn’t matter, this is pretty weak compared to me in shape.  To help you understand better, I should have two more visible ‘packs’.” She brought her fingers to the bottom of her six-pack, “Actually, if you look closely, you can kind of see them.  Once I get back in shape, they’ll stick out.  In fact, all of these abs,” she ran her fingers up them, “Will be a LOT bigger and stick out much further.  Continuing, my little belt here,” she brought her fingers to the area of skin beneath her waist and above her crotch, “Will be a lot deeper.  Also, there will be cool little ridges around here,” she brought her arm up and moved her hand over where defined serratus would lay, “trust me, if we were to take a comparison photo of these abs next to what’s coming… it would be almost comical.”

Brody gulped and shifted his legs around to make accommodation for his growing arousal from imagining these changes.  “I… I see.” He replied.

“That’s not even getting into my upper and lower bodies.  Let’s just say that these babies have a good deal of growing and peaking to do!” she flexed her arms, causing a pair of hard looking lemon sized biceps to erupt.

“Naturally.”

“Of course… that’s unless you want me to stop.  I could get back out of shape if you want, there’s still time to turn back.”

Brody blinked a couple of times.  Time to turn back?  Donna was making this sound as if it were some kind of potentially dangerous, irreversible thing; she was just getting into shape is all.  “Err… what do you mean there’s still time?  Atrophying is always an option, not that I want you to do that.” 

“Well, sure – technically – I could just be lazy again and let the muscles fade… but there’s something else you should know.  Once I really start getting into this, I’m going to change more than just physically.  There’s a bunch of mental and psychological developments as well.  My entire core personality is going to undergo a bit of an alteration.”

“Wh-what?”  Brody hadn’t anticipated something like this.  Sure, it would make sense that going from a, frankly, flabby 50 year old woman to a smoking hot rippling muscle goddess would change one’s psyche a bit, but an overhaul of her fundamental personality?  That sounded insane.  At the end of the day, as much as he enjoyed Donna’s new body, he wanted to still be with his wife.  “Can you elaborate?” he added.

“Sure.  For starters, I’ll be more dominant and assertive.  Actually, you’ve probably already noticed this starting to happen.  Notice how my body language is more upright, my posture is improved, my chest sticks out a little.  In comparison you’re slouching over a little – more than usual.  That’s okay, you can’t help it; right now my primal self is staking its claim as leader of our family, your body on the other hand, is surrendering a bit to me.  That said, once you yourself improve yourself further, you will start standing up straight again – straighter than ever before.”

“Donna, what on earth are you babbling on about?”

“There will be a slew of changes for both of us if I continue.  At first it may be a bit tough for you, as your body is going to continue becoming naturally submissive to my growing muscles.  Once I hit my prime in particular, you may find yourself having thoughts you normally wouldn’t have.”

“Such as..?”

“This isn’t to knock you in any way dear, but you’ll likely become more attentive.  Your mind will be transfixed on me more often, and you’ll think about ways to appease and pleasure me.”

“Okay…” Brody was trying to really comprehend what his wife was saying.  On one hand, he wanted her to keep getting into better shape, but on the other he wasn’t so sure about all of these personality changes she presumed would occur.  “And… well, I guess you should just tell me all of your theories on this while you’re at it.”

Donna nodded and continued:  “I will, naturally, acclimate to this new role: that of the ‘leader’ between us.  Bit by bit, I’ll make more decisions between us.  Don’t worry, I won’t abuse my power or anything like that, quite the opposite – you’ll find that my ability to make logical decisions will only increase further.

As my confidence increases, we’ll have more and more sex.  This will, in turn, start to have some nice effects on you.  You’ll take your training towards becoming in shape more seriously (not to say you aren’t, but in comparison you’ll train much harder), and your body will improve more quickly as a result.  This will feed into itself – the fitter both of our bodies become, the better the sex will be, and the more motivation you’ll feel.

Unfortunately, I don’t think you have the same genetic predisposition to build muscle that I do, nor the muscle memory channels benefitting me further, so it’ll likely be a much longer process for you.  There is, frankly, also the possibility that my ultimate potential, which I’ve never reached, is simply far greater than yours.  That said, since I’ve never touched such full potential, nor seen yours, I can’t really know for sure.  Still, as I continue to grow and grow, you’ll be more naturally inclined to listen to me, and I’ll supercharge your training.”

Brody was about to burst right then and there.  This was all too much to take in.  “And… and the downsides?  What part of this can’t you stop?  Why would you need to stop now?”

“Well… I can just sense that if I keep going, I’ll become very motivated.  There’s a reason why I stopped when I was in my 20’s.  Pushing my body consumed my mind, it was what I did all the time.  I was like a rabid beast, and it eventually had a negative impact on my career and social life.  Of course… things are a lot different now.  I don’t really need to worry about my career, and my accumulated knowledge and wisdom of the past nearly 30 years will help ensure that I handle things more tacitly.”

“Wait…” Brody interrupted, “What’s so different between you now and then mentally?”

Donna suppressed a laugh, “Magnitudes dear.  Magnitudes.  Hell, even between now and when we got married, my mind is a totally different beast.”

Brody raised a brow, “Honestly, I’m pretty sure that my brain is like the same it was when we got married.  I don’t see how yours could be different.”

“Dear, I don’t want to be belittling, but think about how we spent all of that time.  I worked a high-intensity research job creating scientific breakthroughs.  I constantly consumed studies from my peers, along with other non-fiction books, and a healthy smattering of literature.  The sheer amount of knowledge I’ve gained is, well, quite staggering.  Fortunately, I seem to have a highly above average mental capacity, so I can retain all of it.

You, my beloved Brody… You’re a smart guy, and were a great businessmen.  That said, you didn’t submerge yourself in academia for the past 20 years like me.  I don’t see what’s so difficult about accepting that my mind has continued to grow stronger while yours remained the same.”

Brody gulped.  “R… right.”

“So, dear.  What do you think?  Should I continue getting in-shape?  Are you ready to see what happens next to me?”

Brody was a bit torn.   On one hand, he did somewhat resent the rapid progress Donna was making, and wasn’t so sure how to handle this dawning realization that her mind had improved so much in the past few decades while he mostly messed around.  Still, she did look amazing, and knew first-hand that the fitter she got, the better their sexual life was.  He had no doubts anymore that what she claimed was true: that she’d become this sensual beast that in turn triggered positive changes in himself. 

At the end of the day, Donna had always been somewhat ‘superior’ to him in their relationship.  She was always brighter and made much more money; it wasn’t so bad if she was stronger too.  In a way, Brody really liked it.  Besides, almost every couple on the planet had someone who was more dominant, and someone who followed – it was the year 2016, and gender roles were meant to be toyed with.

“Yeah.  I think you should.” He replied with a grin.  “I’m excited to see what happens.”

A knowing smirk met Donna’s lips and her eyes lit up.  “I won’t let you down.  In fact…” suddenly, her entire body quaked slightly, and right before Brody’s eyes, Donna’s already wide upper-body seemed to grow by half of an inch in its entirety, becoming even more impressive, “I think my body heard you, and wants to help.”  She gave a playful wink, “I’m going to go work out at the beach’s open gym over there.  Feel free to come over later if you’d like, or think up a way for us to have some fun when I’m done.”

And with that, Donna started jogging over to the weights that would fuel her growth even further.  Brody simply watched the shapely muscles her perfectly round bottom jiggle, and her thick back similarly dance from the motion.

He could tell that things were about to become interesting..!




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Beverly and Betty – Chapter 2
By MagnusMagneto ( www.magnusmagneto.com )

(This is a ~3000 word preview of my upcoming Patreon story, Beverly and Betty – Chapter 2!  This is the first 30-40% of the story.  There’s a fair deal of fun content here, so even if you aren’t planning on supporting this release, I hope you enjoy it regardless.

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The story thus far:
Ever since she was a young girl, Beverly Sinclair dreamed about powerful women.  From athletes to Greek goddesses, she wanted nothing more than to possess that power in a feminine form, or be around someone fitting that description.  Unfortunately for her, she was diminutive and bookish to an almost comical degree.

Betty Bussey was the exact opposite: tall, blonde, beautiful, and relatively strong, she was one of, if not the, most popular girls in her high school. 

Despite being polar opposites, fate brought Beverly and Betty together as roommates during their freshmen year of college.  Initially they didn’t get along at all:  Beverly resented Betty for being so perfect, and Betty was somewhat weirded out by Beverly’s anti-social behavior.  During an accident that led to Betty teaching Beverly how to apply makeup properly, the two girls started to get along.  Emboldened by her new friendship, Beverly started taking better care of herself and lifting weights, to moderate results.  As Beverly continued to improve, as did the girls’ friendship.

One fateful evening, during cold winter weather in their under-heated dorm room, Beverly made the audacious suggestion that they snuggle together to share warmth.  Betty agreed, and from then on their friendship began to blossom into a relationship.  During Winter break apart from each other, Beverly pushed her body as far as she could, and came back stronger and harder than ever; this in turn made Betty even more attracted, and their budding romance deepened.

Inspired by Beverly’s developing hardbody, Betty decided to join her not-quite girlfriend in the gym.  In a mere week, the naturally mesomorphic blonde began to see results.  Turned on by each other’s bodies and hard work, the chapter ended with the girls pledging to turn their romance into a full-fledged relationship.


1.)  The Day after Chapter 1

Upon Betty’s insistence, Beverly made a FaceSpace account (a popular social networking website) and the two girls publicly set their status to “In a relationship”.  This act, in turn, garnered a great number of likes (virtual signs of approval) and comments from men (all of whom were Betty’s digital friends) indicating that they found the thought of the girls together to be “extremely hot”.  Generally, every single comment implied that the commenter did not believe that this relationship was real, instead, that it was just a joke or the girls being quirky.  It didn’t help that Beverly’s account had no friends other than Betty, and only a handful of pictures that were recently taken.

Eager to show the world that they were serious, the girls walked to lunch holding hands; Beverly’s comparatively tiny fingers interlaced with Betty’s far larger ones.  Truthfully, they were both unsure of the entire thing.  Betty and Beverly were doubtlessly attracted to one another, more so than to any guy at the moment, but both were uncertain if they were really bisexual.  They both found men to be attractive, and deep down, harbored thoughts of having children someday in the distant future – after they were ‘established’.  Still, all of that could wait; it wasn’t like either of them wanted to get married or even meet their future spouse while in college, and for the time being, they genuinely found each other to be the most attractive people around.  Plus, they had the extra benefit of living together in the same dorm room, which made it far easier to engage in ‘alone time’.

Despite their efforts to legitimize their relationship in the eyes of everyone else, the girls seemed to be unable to convince anyone that they were truly dating one another, and this wasn’t some ploy for attention.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Beverly asked that afternoon in their dorm room.

“Does what matter?”  Betty replied.  She was wearing nothing but a thong, her tall, glorious body on full display.  There was next to no bodily fat on her form whatsoever aside from her full, perky breasts.

“The people.  Their reaction.  Like, they think we’re just messing around and aren’t serious.  It kind of hurts, you know?”

Betty shrugged, “That’s something you’re just going to have to learn for yourself Bev.  It doesn’t really matter what other people think.  Do what’s best for you, and keep going.  That’s how you got this far.  No offense, but compare yourself today to how you were when you first got here!  You’re only a hottie with a body because YOU wanted to be, not because of someone else.”

Beverly wasn’t so sure about that.  After all, Betty was the one who taught her to apply makeup.  Betty was the one that convinced her to get new clothes and a better hairstyle.  Inadvertently, Betty was the one that enticed her to hit the gym as hard as she did.

“Yeah but… don’t you care a lot what other people think?  Isn’t that why you take the time to exercise, put on makeup, wear clothing that looks nice on you, network with people, all that jazz?” Beverly inquired.

“Networking?  I don’t think I do that…”

“Your social network is huge Betty!  You’re a freshmen and a tremendous number of people living on campus know who you are!  Plus, that doesn’t answer any of my questions!”  Beverly was visibly worked up.

“Oh man, you’re so cute when you’re passionate about something.” Betty laughed, “Okay, I get what you mean by networking now.  Well, that’s the thing.  One of the most important lessons my parents taught me was to do all of those things BECAUSE you don’t care about other people.”

“W-what?!” Beverly was thoroughly confused.

“My philosophy is that I do me.  I do me so hard that I become awesome.  The awesomer I get, the more awesome people enter my life.  I then use those awesome people to make myself even more awesome.  It’s like, the cycle of never-ending awesome.”

Beverly blinked a couple of times.

Betty continued: “Like… how do I put this into words that don’t sound creepy…” she brought her hand to her chin, causing a feminine bicep to swell up, “By using people, I don’t mean like… manipulating them.  I mean like, learning from them, getting more friends thanks to them, then learning from those people.  It can be as simple as getting invited to a party by knowing a friend of a friend, or even getting a good tutor on a tough subject.  Maybe I see someone wearing a hot dress, I ask them where they got it, now I know where to shop.  Maybe I see a smoking hairstyle, I find out who their stylist was, now I can upgrade my hair even further.  Etcetera.  That’s why I don’t turn anyone down unless they’re actually dangerous or something.  There’s always some way you can improve yourself by meeting someone else.”

“Are… are you using me to improve yourself?” Beverly asked.

“Well, duh!   You’re already turning me from Betty Bussey into Betty Beastly!”  She flexed her developing arms and grinned widely.  “Plus, you already helped me score way higher on my past couple of calculus tests.  You’re a better tutor than anyone else I’ve met!”

“Oh… right.”

“Hey, don’t look like that.  You know I like you for you!  Plus, you used me too.  The make-up, clothing, hair, all that stuff.  Don’t want to boast or put you down, but that was pretty much thanks to me babe.”

When Betty put it that way, it started to make more sense.  “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“Plus…” Betty drew closer, getting down on her knees to look at Beverly eye-to-eye.  “Since we’re girlfriends now, we should be using each other all the time.  We can keep making each other stronger, and hotter, and maybe even smarter.  Just imagine it Bev, we’ll be more jacked than most guys, AND look way better in a dress!”

Beverly smiled, “Alright, sounds good.”

Betty drew her face in, and the couple embraced in a passionate kiss.


2.) An Hour Later

“I think I’m going to go for a run.  You in?” Betty asked.

Beverly thought about it for a moment, but ultimately decided that since they were dating, she probably should join.  “Alright.”

Despite being a chilly January afternoon, Betty wore relatively little: a sports bra and running shorts.  Beverly covered up a bit more, but was also clad in athletic shorts. 

The girls started their run; Betty’s long, strong legs propelled her ahead.  Despite all of her physical training, Beverly barely did any cardio at all, as the smaller girl was primarily focused on gaining as much muscle mass as she possibly could.  Between her better conditioning and longer legs, it didn’t take long for Betty to quickly move far ahead of her companion.

“Woops!” Betty exclaimed before slowing down.  “You’re such a beast in the gym, I just kind of thought you’d be as good at running as me!” she explained.

“It’s okay.” Beverly replied, already slightly winded.  “It looks like you’ll be my coach for this stuff.”

Despite Beverly’s comment, there wasn’t really too much that Betty could teach the smaller girl.  She explained a few techniques, but beyond that, Beverly simply needed to work on her own cardiovascular endurance – there was little else to it.

Wanting to spend quality time with Beverly, Betty slowed down to better match her girlfriend’s pace.  Beverly disliked the fact that she was holding Betty back, she wanted the taller girl to push herself to her limit, not hamstring her training.

Beverly’s sharp mind quickly thought of a solution, “Hey, I have a place I want to check out, follow me.”

Unable to think of any objections, Betty agreed.  As she looked down at the smaller girl, she couldn’t help but smile as she watched Beverly’s small, pert butt wiggle from each stride.  Despite being much smaller than her own, Beverly’s legs were packed full of muscles that displayed greater definition.  Beverly’s calves in particular, stuck out like cute little hearts brimming with power.

She continued to follow Beverly, and eventually, the couple ended up at the college’s running track.  It was completely empty, likely due to the cold weather.  They came to a stop.

“I brought you here for a reason.” Beverly admitted.

“Oh?  What’s that?” Betty raised a brow.

“I knew…” Beverly panted, still trying to catch her breath, “I knew there was no way I could keep up.  I was only going to hold you back.  You can go ahead and do so sprints around the track, really wear yourself out.  I’m going to catch a breather.”

“Are… you sure? “

Beverly nodded, “I want you to really get as good of a workout as you can.”

“Is that all?”

“Well… I’d like to watch those legs of yours in action too.” Beverly blushed a bit.

Betty giggled, “In THAT case, I can’t refuse, now can I?” she winked before walking over to the track while Beverly headed towards the bleachers. 

The blonde took off, pushing herself with as much force as she could muster.  Her thick hamstrings bulged further, and her entire lower half quaked as she dug in for as much explosive power as possible.  If Beverly wanted a show, then Betty was going to give it to her!

Beverly watched with rapt fascination as her girlfriend’s powerful body continued to move at speeds she could only dream of achieving.  She was reminded of the story of Atlanta: the Greek myth regarding a princess who none could beat in a footrace; in order to avoid marriage, she made the stipulation that her suitor had to beat her in a race.  As Beverly reminisced on the tale, she was reminded once more of her obsession as a younger girl with Greek goddesses.  Now, in a sense, she was dating one.  Her goal of being around a woman that embodied both power and beauty had finally come true; and, in a way, she had brought herself much closer to representing those ideals herself.

As Beverly watched Betty, she loved observing the entirety of the ‘human machine’ in action.  That was to say, she imagined Betty’s body like a cross between a robot and the anatomy charts she studied.  She envisioned the individual muscles, tendons, organs, blood vessels, all working in unison for the pointless act of Betty’s running.  Most of these things would improve themselves to better allow Betty to repeat this action in the future.  Thinking about her girlfriend in this way, while also witnessing the beautiful sight of the girl pushing herself, knowing that Betty was going to become even ‘more awesome’ as a result, was, in a strange, nerdy way, quite erotic to Beverly.

After pushing herself to her limit with sprinting, Betty finally came back over to her girlfriend.  This time, it was Betty who was panting, sweat dripping down her perfect form.  With endorphins flooding through her system, Betty was in a great mood.  There was an almost palpable aura of recently spent vitality surrounding the girl, which, in turn, made the already fairly aroused Beverly even more so.

“Feels good to push myself like that.  Good suggestion Bev!”  Betty exclaimed with a grin before taking a seat next to Beverly.

The smaller girl rested her head on Betty’s comparatively large shoulder.  Betty’s aroma filled her sense of scent, and was, in a strange way, comforting to the smaller girl.  “I’ve been thinking Betty…”

“Of course you have been.  You’re always thinking!”

Beverly smiled, “Yeah, but I mean, thinking about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“About what you said earlier to be exact.  I think you were right.  It is good to use people in a positive way like that, and I’m glad that you’re using me like that to, in your words: make yourself even more awesome; and you’re right, I’m using you to make myself more awesome too.”

“Well, duh!  I’m glad you understand though.” Betty replied with a warm chuckle.

“There’s more to it than that though.  This is… a little embarrassing for me to admit…” She started.

“Well, no need to worry, we’re girlfriends now, remember?”

“Yeah.  Okay.  Well, I’ve been thinking of you like a Greek goddess.”

“A, huh?  Sorry Bev, I kind of slept through most of history class!” Betty laughed a bit more loudly.  It was amazing to Beverly how Betty didn’t seem the slightest bit embarrassed about this lack of knowledge.  She knew that if she didn’t know what the Greek goddesses were, she’d feel stupid and inadequate.  Betty’s supreme self-confidence was one of the things that constantly drew Beverly closer to the girl.

“That’s alright.  Well, the Greeks, they worshipped these gods and goddesses that were a lot like humans in appearance.  The female ones were often described as these strong, powerful beings that were also extremely feminine.  I guess you kind of remind me of that.”

“Well, thanks Bev!  Don’t know what’s so weird about that though.” Betty offered with a smile.

“Alright, I guess I’ll get a bit weirder then.” Beverly preempted, “I kind of… want to help you become even more.  I want to see how awesome you can be.  How close to a Greek goddess you can become, or hell, maybe even better than that, since none of them were particularly jacked.”

Betty laughed a bit and shook her head lightly, “Sounds good Bev.  Not too weird at all honestly.  I think you’re just overthinking things!  Anyways, I don’t know about you, but I kind of want to eat soonish.  What’dya say we head back and get ready for dinner with a shower… together?”

Beverly’s ears perked up.  “That sounds like fun!” she said before picking her head up and planting a small kiss on Betty’s shoulder.

Reinvigorated, the girls got up and headed back to their room.


3.) One Week Later

To Betty’s disappointment, and Beverly’s secret relief, the taller girl’s second week of progress wasn’t quite as explosive as her first.  Despite this, Betty still did become stronger, and a bit more visibly muscular.  She had already surpassed the smaller girl in terms of lower-body development (at least size and strength wise), and was well on her way to catching up in regards to upper-body.

Deep down, it bothered Beverly that her new girlfriend was able to gain strength so much more quickly and easily; strength that she had to work so hard to earn.  Still, this WAS supposed to be her partner, and Beverly knew that the right thing to do was to support Betty and be happy for her.  Plus, Beverly did find the prospect of a buff Betty to be extremely enticing, as she wanted Betty to turn into a true goddess; she just wished that the taller girl had to put a bit more effort into earning it.

As a result of the continued training program, Betty’s appetite skyrocketed.  Beverly continued to meticulously track her girlfriend’s caloric intake, properly measuring the optimal ratio of protein to other nutrients.  In fact, during all of this, Beverly had boosted her own knowledge on the subject by a great deal.

Beverly had always been well-versed in the human body, especially since she was entering the undergraduate Biology circuit, and would later decide if she wanted to specialize in genetics, biochemistry, or something else along those lines.  That was to say: Beverly had a natural inclination towards learning about what made the human body tick.  She delved deeply into optimizing her own workout and nutrition portfolios, but with Betty also under her care, Beverly took it upon herself to become even more of an expert.

This meant that scouring blog posts and Wikipedia articles was no longer enough.  She used her university’s access to scientific databases to go straight to the heart of things and began studying academic journals.  It was a bit tough to comprehend at first, but after reading a few, she started to get the hang of it.  She delved deeper and deeper, soaking up every little bit of empiric information there was regarding muscular hypertrophy, strength development, nutrient utilization, so on and so forth.

One afternoon, Betty actually noticed Beverly on said databases.  She walked over and looked down on the screen her girlfriend was so intently staring at.  “Daaamn Bev.  I knew you had a big brain, but this is like, graduate level stuff, isn’t it?”  Betty was mostly just going off of intuition; in truth, she had next to no idea what most of the words on the screen meant.

Beverly chuckled, “Probably is grad-level or higher, yeah.  This is a peer-reviewed study about protein synthesis after working out.  Err, that’s to say, the way that your body uses protein to rebuild your muscles after you pump iron.”

“Wow that sounds pretty cool.  Is this for one of your classes?”

Beverly shook her head, “No, just something I wanted to research.”  She felt somewhat self-conscious about admitting that, as it revealed just what an actual nerd she could be.

Betty was shocked, “That’s… that’s really cool Bev.  Honestly.  So… why are you curious about this?”

“Well, you know…”

Betty may not have been able to understand what the scientific study was talking about, but she had a rather high social intelligence, and certainly understood Beverly.  “Are you… are you trying to research how to better improve our gain trains?”

Beverly couldn’t help but blush – it was shocking to her that Betty so easily figured it out.  “Kind of, yeah.  There’s a lot of junk science out there, so I wanted to get the facts straight.  Plus, we can do experiments of our own building off of what was already done.  As you’d put it, I’m using this to make myself a bit more ‘awesome’ in the coaching department.” Beverly giggled a bit.

“That’s so cool Bev!  I love that you’re so smart!  I like to think of your brain like a little sexy sponge, soaking up all of that knowledge from class and stuff like this, getting bigger and smarter.”

“Y-yeah…” Beverly was blushing more deeply.  “You’re getting smarter too, you’re definitely way better at math…”

“That’s right, and it’s thanks to you!  Our bodies and are brains are gonna get yolked!  I have to say Bev, I’ve been with a lot of guys, but none of them tried to improve me like you do; at least not in a positive way like this.  Plus, I never really wanted to improve them either… but with you…”

Beverly, feeling emboldened, cut in, “But with you, it’s like I want to keep improving myself so I can help you become even more awesome.”

“Yes!”

Both of the girls were becoming a bit too aroused from the thought of them pushing one another to their limits.  Beverly was about to take the first of many study breaks caused by this…




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The Proteus Effect - Chapter 3
By MagnusMagneto ( www.magnusmagneto.com )
Plot / characters outline, and special thanks to: Corssan1

(This is a ~3500 word preview of my upcoming Patreon story, The Proteus Effect Chapter 3!  This is the first 30-40% of the story.  There’s a fair deal of fun content here, so even if you aren’t planning on supporting this release, I hope you enjoy it regardless.
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The Story So Far

Eric, an 18 year old high-school senior with a secret penchant for muscular women, was invited to the closed alpha of his favorite life-simulation video game: Live-Sim.  Upon booting up the game during its one day testing period, he recreated all of the pertinent women of his life:  his 18 year step-sister, Selina; his step-mother and Selina’s biological mother, Camille; his teacher, Julia; his 20 year old cheerleading classmate he had a crush on, Chalsey; and his step-mother’s very attractive older friend, Maya.

Inside the virtual world, Eric endowed each of the girls’ avatars with a ‘body builder’ perk that gave the characters greater muscle-building potential, a faster rate of improvement.  Additionally, Eric gave each of the women another powerful perk related to their personalities, along with a life-goal to further shape their personalities.  Once the game started up, Eric forced the female characters to become supremely muscular, and to all romance Eric’s virtual self.  He assured himself that this was harmless fun, and none of the women were related to him by blood.

Over the next few weeks, changes started to occur in the women around him.  Eric couldn’t help but notice that they were growing stronger, and much more muscular.  They were also, mostly, becoming far nicer to him. 

By the end of Chapter 2, all five of the girls had developed extremely impressive muscular bodies.  Camille, with bulging 17 inch biceps, announced that she was going to enter a bodybuilding competition at the end of January.  At the end of the chapter, Camille tried to show her posing routine to Eric, only to be interrupted by Selina; who then disrobed, showing off her bikini-clad body, revealing that she had secretly built herself up to become even larger than her mother.

With all five of the women




1.)  A few days after Chapter 2

Eric could hear Camille and Selina, his step-mother and step-sister, pushing their powerful bodies in the basement.  The clash of weights, the heavy groans, and occasional yelling to get pumped up met his ears.  It seemed impossible for Eric to ignore the noises.  Even from his room, the loud, feminine grunts from the basement pierced his ears. 

In a mere few weeks, Camille was going to be entering a local bodybuilding competition, and as a result, was taking her training even more seriously.  Eric had a feeling that Selina would live up to her promise to do everything she could to try and beat Camille at the show.  This meant that the two of them were likely going to bring their training to ridiculous intensities.

The young man, who thoroughly enjoyed muscular females, and had, so it seemed, accidentally empowered the women in his life, couldn’t help but imagine the girls pumping themselves up.  Eric hated to admit it, but it drove him crazy: The thought of his step-sister and step-mother’s muscles growing even larger at that very moment.  He knew damn well that their bodies reacted to weight training at a super-human rate, and they would almost certainly be even stronger, and possibly larger, tomorrow as a result of this training session.

Eric’s mind wondered just how much weight they were hurling, and what the atmosphere was like in that basement gym.  He knew that Selina was competitive, perhaps to a fault, and Camille had a bit of that in her as well.  At the same time, the mother and daughter duo did love each other, and Camille in particular wanted to see her daughter fulfill her full potential.

The whole thing was driving Eric crazy.  How could he possibly just sit around while those two were going at it just a mere two floors beneath his feet?  He wanted to simply sit there and watch as their powerful limbs pumped up and engorged with blood.  Unfortunately, he knew that would be considered weird, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause any more friction in the household, especially not with the girls being as strong as they were.

Suddenly, an idea hatched in his mind:  What if he brought them protein shakes?  Surely they’d be grateful for the refreshing beverage packed with extra muscle-building nutrients.  It’d be viewed as an act of spontaneous kindness that would win him ‘brownie points’ with both of the girls, AND he’d have a valid reason to see them up-close and personal during their workout.  Eric couldn’t believe he had come up with such an ingenious idea, and quickly scurried down to the kitchen to begin his work.

Eric read the label of the protein powder, meticulously following its directions on how to make a shake.  A few moments later, two finished beverages sat in front of him.  On a whim, he decided to add in an extra scoop of protein powder, his femmuscle focused mind imagining Camille and Selina’s bodies utilizing the added resources to grow even larger.

His hands shaking with anticipation, Eric brought the tray down to the basement.  As he approached the home gym, the sounds of feminine grunts and clanging weights became louder.  Gulping, Eric prepared himself to cross the threshold.

Before he entered, he heard Camille yelling, “Selina!  This isn’t safe, you can’t just-“

Suddenly she was interrupted by her daughter, “Just watch me!  I can handle it!  I’m going to become a god!”  Eric then heard what sounded like a tremendous weight being unracked followed by his step-sister letting out a groan of effort.

Eric finally crossed the threshold, and saw a sight that he should have expected, but still instilled so much shock in him that he nearly dropped the protein shakes:  Selina was on the bench press hoisting a tremendous amount of weight into the air.  Eric quickly calculated how much there was, his many years of watching women work out finally paying off; the total was 500 pounds flat. 

Selina brought the weight down to her huge, thick, chest; her outrageous horse-shoe triceps quaked and trembled from the effort.  With a loud, feminine groan, she managed to hoist the weight back up into the air, beads of sweat pouring down from her proportionately tremendous arms.  With heavy pants, she finally gave in and re-reracked the weight.

“Holy sh- shoot dear!” Camille yelled, “I guess I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

After resting for a few more moments, Selina finally sat up.  Every muscle on her upper half had grown engorged from the torture she just put it through.  She was still breathing heavily, her thick, bulging pecs heaving with each exaggerated breath.

The buzz of the tremendous weight she had just lifted wearing off, Selina finally noticed Eric.  “Looks like we have a visitor.” She said with a sinister giggle.

Camille turned and faced Eric, “Oh!  Hey honey, didn’t notice you there.  What’s up?”

Eric almost fainted.  Camille and Selina were so… huge!  They were bigger than almost every female bodybuilder he’d ever seen, and they looked far more beautiful and feminine than those who were comparable in size.  Unlike any of them, Camille and Selina had no need for steroids that would endow them with masculine side effects; instead their natural feminine charms: their breasts, hips, and general beauty; continued to only increase as they packed on pound after pound of sheer muscle.

After an awkward moment of silence, Eric finally mustered up the courage to speak: “I-I b-brought you ladies s-some protein shakes.”  He felt like a doofus for stuttering.  In his mind, the whole thing went far smoother.  In practice however, being around the overwhelmingly attractive and powerful women left him unable to properly formulate his thoughts.

“Wow Eric, what’s this?  Bringing the muscle goddesses of the family an offering?” Selina asked with her usual teasing tone that bordered on cruel at times.  “Or did you just come here to ogle the two women of your dreams as they pump up to even bigger and bigger proportions?”

Camille tried to stop herself from laughing, but couldn’t help but utter a few giggles, “Oh stop it Selina, no need to torture the poor boy.”

“I… I just wanted to help out.” Eric sputtered. 

“See Selina, no need to be so rude.” Camille added warmly.  “Eric has the best of intentions.”

“Well step-bro, I suppose I wouldn’t want to turn down some perfectly good protein.”  Selina grabbed a shake and began to chug it down, her thick chest heaving from each gulp.  Without breaking stride, she finished the entire thing before letting out an exaggerated ‘ahh’ of refreshment.  “That’s good stuff.  Let me guess Eric, you’re mentally getting off to this already, aren’t you?  The thought of the very shakes you delivered making us bigger and stronger.  In a way, you’re directly contributing to making us even more powerful in relation to you.  We’re just going to keep growing and growing, all while you helplessly play along and contribute to it!”  The young woman’s eyes were alive with fiery intensity.

Eric’s face was beet-red.  He had to shift his pants to try and hide his growing pangs of arousal. 

Camille’s face was also slightly red.  “Selina!” she barked, “What’s gotten into you.  That’s… that’s so… ridiculous!” Her words betrayed her true feelings.  Deep down, Camille knew her daughter was right.  She knew that Eric dug their muscles, and knew that he was directly contributing to helping them grow… but was that really so bad?  How could she blame him anyways?  He wasn’t related to either of them by blood, and he was eighteen – his hormones were at their peak – and she and Selina were becoming pretty physically dominating.  Any guy who even remotely liked muscles would be all over them; Norbert for instance was already all over her new body.

“Anyways…” Camille continued, “Thank you very much Eric.  Your kindness won’t go unnoticed.”  She reached over and took the other protein shake, bringing it to her lips.  After taking a few gulps, she stopped to comment: “Say, did you add more protein than the recipe calls for?  Not that I’m complaining.”

Selina’s eyes lit up, “You definitely did, didn’t you?  It tasted way stronger.”

Eric shrugged, “I might have.”

Selina laughed, “Wow Eric, you really ARE even more dedicated to making me superhumanly strong than I thought.”  While her mother resumed drinking, Selina decided to terrorize her step-brother a bit.  “Say, Eric, why don’t we have a little muscle comparison: brother versus sister?”

“Selina…” Eric quietly objected.

“Come onnn bro, don’t you want to get up close and personal with my guns?” Selina snickered.

Eric gulped.  The truth was, he did.  He really did.  He wanted to get as close as possible to them.  He wanted to feel them, and deep down, he wanted them to grow and grow to evermore ridiculous proportions.  But this?  Eric wasn’t so sure how much he wanted this; he knew exactly where it was headed.  Selina would go on at length about how much bigger and better her arms were, how she was going to keep getting stronger, so on and so forth.  On the other hand that WAS pretty enticing… and he also was curious to see Camille’s reaction to all of this.  So long as he didn’t do anything too awkward or pervy, it was probably ultimately in his interest to go ahead with it.

“Well, okay.”  Eric came closer.

“Go on Eric, flex us up a bicep.” Selina ordered.

Eric rolled his t-shirt up and flexed his thin, spindly arm; it expanded marginally as a small bicep tensed up slightly. 

Selina giggled.  “My turn!” she cheerfully exclaimed before bringing over her proportionately tremendous limb.  Even without flexing it at all, she was far larger and better-developed than Eric; and after tensing it, the exaggerated difference between them grew even more.    “Hold on, I can do even better than that!” she announced before untensing and retensing her arm a few times, forcing it to pump up to even more obscene proportions.

Selina couldn’t help but burst into laughter.  “Just LOOK at our arms Eric!  Look at how different they are!”

“Y-yeah, yours are pretty impressive.” Eric said, trying to collect himself so he’d stop stuttering. 

“Ha!  Just impressive?” Selina was really getting into it now.  This was her chance to REALLY show Eric who was the boss between them.  She loved the idea of teasing Eric more and more; she just wanted to keep teasing him forever, it was so much fun!  “Look at the sheer difference of muscle on our arms!  I’d guess that my arm is almost twice as large as yours in raw circumference, yet ALL of the difference is muscle, none of that pesky bone or fat stuff.  Pure, hard, MUSCLE, and I’m gonna get even MORE thanks to your protein shake!”

“Selina!  Control yourself!” Camille cut in.

“It’s cool Camille.  I can’t argue with that.  Selina’s right, she’s got some great guns.”  Eric was finally getting hold of himself, and was starting to come off more like the smoother talker he envisioned instead of a stuttering bumbler.

Selina looked flustered at how Eric simply deflected her taunt.   “Don’t you remember Eric?  Just this last summer I was just as puny as you.  Now I’m three, four, or maybe even FIVE times stronger than you!  And I’m just going to keep getting stronger and stronger and stronger and there’s nothing you can do!!”  Selina was getting redder in the face from her almost maniacal rant than the five hundred pound bench press she had just accomplished.

“Yup.  I look forward to seeing what you can accomplish.”  The words were coming to Eric from some subconscious ether.  For all of Selina’s strength, she would never intentionally lay a harmful hand on him, and Eric knew that fully well.  He knew that Selina knew that he liked female muscle, and she only gained such a stupendous amount of it after confronting him about it.

“Aww, Eric, you’re such a mature, nice young man!” Camille said with a warm smile.

Eric felt like he was on a roll, he kept going: “Well, you know how it is – building you two up is a family effort.  I just want to do my part, since you ladies are working so hard and all.”

“Yeah… well… well…” This time it was Selina who was having difficulty putting her thoughts into words, “If that’s the case, then you should go get us another round of protein shakes!”

Eric looked over at Camille, curious to see what her response would be.

Camille knew that Eric was looking to her to chime in.  After a moment of consideration, she spoke up: “Well… I don’t want to boss you around or anything Eric, but, the truth is, we could actually use some more fuel down here… if you don’t mind that is.”

“Yeah, more fuel!” Selina spoke up, “And throw in ANOTHER scoop of that powder!  Didn’t realize how tasty that stuff is!”

Feeling bold, Eric decided to try and barter a bit, “Well, I could, though if I’m going to help out so much, what’re you going to do for me?”

Selina was shocked, her dorky step-brother was going to challenge her like this?  That was… kind of interesting.  Selina liked the idea of Eric having a bit of a backbone, AND serving her at the same time.  She decided to play into this.   “Welllll….  I’ll work my biceps while you’re gone, and let you feel them when you bring those shakes down.”

Deep down, Eric was thrilled.  This was his chance.  He had been around numerous women who were all gaining obscene amounts of muscle, yet he had only been able to cope a very small number of feels.

“Selina!” Camille cut in.

“What?  What’s wrong with that?” the younger woman replied.

Camille wasn’t so sure how to respond.  Technically, there wasn’t actually anything wrong with the proposal. 

Eric decided to chime in, “That’s cool Selina.  I was mostly just messing with you anyways, I would’ve gotten the shakes regardless.”

-

Eric returned to the kitchen, prepared another duo of shakes – making sure to add in even more protein powder per beverage – and made his way back to the basement.  As he approached the threshold to the home gym, once again he was met with the sound of Camille warning Selina, “Dear, you can’t, that’s too muc-“ only to be interrupted by a tremendous feminine battle cry as Selina presumable hurled far too much weight into the air.

He entered the room, and his suspicions were confirmed as he witnessed Selina literally curling 100 pound dumbbells; her tremendous arms swelled with godlike power, a few choice veins erupting outward, and the deep split down the center of the bicep’s peak appearing even more impressive than usual.  With another loud cry, Selina forced herself to curl the other dumbbell, giving her other arm a similarly intimidating appearance.

Selina eyed Eric, and casually dropped the dumbbells leading to a deafening crash.

“Selina!” Camille shouted, “We need to be more careful with the weights, these aren’t children’s toys!”

Selina shrugged, her thick traps bunching up, and her wide lats flaring in the process, “Nobody got hurt.  Now give me that shake and you can have your reward.”

Eric handed the shake to his step-sister, and she quickly chugged it in its entirety.  “Mmm… yes!  More fuel for me!” she exclaimed with glee.  “Okay, time for your reward.”  She tensed her arm, the tremendous bicep bulging to obscene heights.  “Almost as big as your head.” She observed with a giggle.

As Eric placed both of his hands on the bicep, he felt a nearly overwhelming flood of sensations.  The limb was radiating an inhuman amount of heat, and Eric could palpably sense the sheer amount of energy and strength it yielded her.  For a brief moment, Eric thought about how fast Selina’s metabolism must be now, as the furnace that was her body had to burn more and more fuel to both function and grow.

Selina gave him a look, and Eric instinctively knew that she was urging him to try squeezing the bicep within his grasp.  He dug his fingers in, and there was absolutely no give whatsoever.  This impenetrable arm could literally curl 100 pounds with the strength of its bicep alone.  The heaving pecs a mere few inches away from him could press up a quarter of a ton.  Selina’s strength was reaching worldwide records for women, and was far greater than 99% of men; and Eric had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too long until she shattered all of those.

“That’s right Eric.  All that after just a mere few months, and I have no plans to stop.  I’m going to keep going and going, as far as I possibly can.  Nobody is going to outmuscle me, ever!”

“Oh, we’ll see about that dear.” Camille giggled grabbing the other protein shake before drinking it down.

-

Eric lingered for a short while later, but he was starting to become overwhelmed.  The sensation of witnessing the girls lift such tremendously heavy weights, the feeling of Selina’s bicep within his fingers, and the newfound knowledge that he could get a peak whenever he wanted by delivering shakes; it was a lot for the young man to take in.  Eventually, he excused himself, and retreated to his bedroom.


2.)  One Week Later – Mid January

Despite the fact that Chalsey had completely turned her grades around, she managed to convince her teachers to allow her to continue meeting with Eric regularly for a study group.  She reasoned that she only achieved such high marks to begin with thanks to the sessions, so they should be allowed to continue.

Eric looked at the papers sitting in front of Chalsey; they were a collection of quizzes from the past two weeks, all of which had perfect or near-perfect marks.  Truthfully, Chalsey was consistently scoring better than Eric now.

“I gotta say Eric,” Chalsey’s voice cut in, “My classwork alone isn’t really enough to stimulate my mind anymore.  I don’t really get that feeling of my head pounding after a study session with this stuff.”

“Oh, oh yeah?” Eric still wasn’t entirely positive what Chalsey was referring to whenever she discussed this study induced head-pounding. 

To Eric’s despair, Chalsey was wearing a thick winter jacket, that manged to hide the details of her form.  Despite this, he could tell that she was definitely getting… bigger.  Her face remained as slender and beautiful as ever, she almost definitely wasn’t gaining fat.  Eric had a pretty good idea of what was going on underneath, as the pattern of the five girls her recreated in Live-Sim becoming more muscular was too strong to doubt.

Still, Eric wanted to see just how developed she was now.  Was she as tremendously large as Selina?  As ripped as Camille?  Maybe she was closer to what Maya looked like in the picture she sent.  Or perhaps… Chalsey’s body had a different appearance altogether?

“So… I guess you’d like to know that I broke up with top douchebag.  Well, maybe he broke up with me.  I dunno.  I guess it was mutual.”

Eric’s ears perked up, “Oh, sorry to hear that.” He lied.

Chalsey snickered, “Don’t be silly Eric, I know you’re secretly relieved.  I hope you are at least.  Anyways, yeah.  He kept going on a rant about how he didn’t want to date ‘a man’.  Kind of hurt to hear that, though, really, what man has these?”  Chalsey gathered and pushed her bosom forward, which was still somewhat visible through the heavy jacket she was wearing.

Eric blushed.

Chalsey giggled, “So yeah.  For now, I’m just going to focus on me.  Becoming the best Chalsey that I can.  I don’t want to get too full of myself, but I feel like I have some kind of great potential within me, and all I have to do is continue working it.  I want to keep pushing my body and mind; I have this feeling that I can transform myself so much that I can change the world.  Know what I mean?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric gulped.

His mind was swimming with thoughts.  Just how far would the transformations of the five girls go?  How strong could they get, and in Chalsey’s case, how intelligent?  How would they differ from each other?  Who would end up the strongest?

He’d just have to wait and see.



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