★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] Stories~collected 2013

[El_Roy_1999]

The three guests disappeared upstairs, leaving the trailer outside loaded. Caleb arrived half an hour later. Astrid brought him up to speed and helped him move the supplies to the larder. They were interrupted by another car. Caleb said:
"I'll get it." He stepped out, but returned a few seconds later. "Do you have the guest list?" She nodded. "I'm sorry, could you take care of it, I just remembered I forgot the... the... the noodles." He seemed confused. Was this another fit?
"Noodles?"
"The noodles. I forgot them. I'll pick some up at the village. I'll be back in a jiffy."
"Fine. Be careful."
"Sure. I love you."
He stepped outside and left her with the half stocked larder. Astrid sighed, pushed the trolley into the kitchen and returned to the desk. There were three people, a couple in their forties and a young woman. The pair wore casual chic, the young woman was clearly a student. She had red-brown dreadlocks with pearls tressed into them. Her clothes were a motley of fabrics. She was probably one of these neo-hippies. Her face had an impressive number of piercings, including tunnels in her ears, a septum ring and snake bites. The couple looked like people out of a fashion catalogue. He smiled and said:
"Hi, I'm Russell and this is Mia." They flashed their pearl white teeth in unison. "We have a reservation for room 2."
"Yes. Nice to have you here. My name's Astrid. Doctor Marksburg is already here."
"Doctor Marksburg?"
"Alex."
"Ah. I see. Great!"
Mia added:
"This place is gorgeous. It's such a nice combination of vintage and modern. Did you design it yourself?"
Astrid smiled:
"Yes. I did. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. You'll see it in the evening, we get the most romantic sunsets."
"Sure. You know what, Russell, we could book this place for the rubber crowd. They'd love it." She turned back to the hostess. "Do you mind rubber fetishism?"
"Not at all. In the off-season, we're glad to provide for all tastes."
"Nice." The woman bent over to Astrid and added in a hushed tone: "We're experimenting. This thing here is totally special and a first for us, but we got other... kinks, so it's always nice to have a retreat, you know." She brushed her blonde bob from her face and said to her partner: "Let's get upstairs, I want to get in the mood."
He grinned and followed her.
As they disappeared upstairs, Astrid shook her head and focused on the young woman. She said:
"I know. Freaks. More money than they should have, more time than they can fill. My name's Shannon. Room 5."
Astrid checked her in and gave her the key.
"It was nice of them to take me with them, though. I'll be upstairs."
Astrid blinked and returned to the larder.

Eventually, Caleb returned with the noodles and some other things he had bought. Astrid told him:
"They're going to use the common room at six, so get everything ready." He nodded. "Are you okay? You seem a little jazzed."
"I'm sorry. I don't feel too good. I'll go to bed early, maybe it'll be better tomorrow."
She looked him square in the eyes:
"You're not having another crisis, are you? That'd be awful."
He shook his head weakly.
"I hope not."
"Be careful, Caleb."
"I will."
"I love you."
He left to clean out the common room. Astrid returned to the counter and looked at the time. If the seventh guest was to enjoy the fun, he or she would have to be quick. There wasn't a lot of time left. She stepped out to the back veranda and brought Russell and Mia some drinks. They were wearing swimwear and bath robes, each one embroidered with their initials. Even though it was still quite cool, they were calm and enjoying the view. She couldn't help taking a look at Russell's well-filled trunks and Mia's bikini top. Her breasts were quite large, giving her a nice and rather impressive cleavage. It was clear that they both devoted a lot of time to their looks. The only thing that marred their perfection was a rather large scar on Russell's waistline. It was probably from some kind of big surgery. Astrid sighed as she remembered the days when she had nothing else to worry about. They thanked her for the drinks and were about to strike up a conversation when the hostess heard a car approaching.
"This must be number seven."
The couple smiled at her and took a sip at their drinks.
"That's excellent."
"Thank you. I'll just have to greet our final guest."
"Okay. See you later."
She arrived just in time to see yet another station wagon stop on the parking lot. This one was clearly a family car, easily recognisable by the bear-shaped stick-on shader, the toys and sweets on the hat shelf and the child seat. Astrid hoped she wouldn't have to send the guest away, but her worries were unnecessary as a woman in her thirties climbed out of the car. She looked tired and dishevelled, her black hair was a mess. She wore some sweatpants and a T-shirt with "Supermom" printed on it. Astrid greeted her:
"Hello. How was your trip?"
"Horrible. You can't imagine how hard it is to get a week off for once. The job, the kids. Do you know how awful parents can be when they know you need them? Always perfect advice, but no help." She sighed.
"Well, you're here, so just relax and let me take care of all the rest. My name's Astrid."
"Erin. Thank you."
"Come on in, the others are there already."
"Of course. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologise. Everything is fine."
"Yes..."
The hostess grabbed her guest's bags and led her upstairs. She checked on Caleb and saw that he had already cleared out the common room. After the first few visits by their "other" clients, Astrid had insisted on having the room tiled. It was so much easier to clean afterwards. The wood panelling could be removed and the carpets removed. To keep a certain level of comfort, they had bought some easy to clean furniture made of black plastic and reinforced with steel. There was a special carpet too. As Caleb joked after some bondage clients had been there that it really tied the room together. Astrid had to smile, Caleb wasn't someone to just make a pun, so she was both glad and relieved that he had recovered a certain sense of humour. Also, he had clearly gone to bed, so she went upstairs to tell Alex that everything was ready. She knocked:
"Hi! I just wanted to tell you that the common room is prepared. Want to take a look at it?"
It took a while for Alex to open the door. Astrid half expected her to be dressed in full-on dominatrix get-up, but no. She wore a simple blouse and some straight pants.
"Thank you. Would you mind helping me get everything downstairs?"
"Sure. Let's take the elevator."
The women carried several canisters of greyish liquid to the platform, then the rubber suits and several boxes of needles and tubes. The next batch was the refrigerator, then a large pump and a power transformer. The elevator operated silently, moving the stuff with calm quickness. When everything was ready, Alex thanked the hostess and said:
"The room's perfect."
"The floor is even slightly tilted so the waste water can flow off."
"Impressive."
"You wouldn't believe how useful this is."
"Trust me, I know."
"You can move these panels. There are full-length mirrors behind. There's an intercom here, so you can call me if you need anything."
"I think we got everything, but thank you. We'll be starting now, so enjoy the evening."

[El_Roy_1999]

Astrid nodded and left her. She went to the back office, switched on the coffee machine there and took a look at Caleb. He lay on the bed and was fast asleep. He hadn't even managed to take off his clothes. She took the blanket and covered him. He mumbled something, then dozed on. The owner returned to the office, shut the door and switched on the TV set. It was connected to the closed circuit cameras, so she could enjoy the show. She also plugged in her headphones and turned on the microphones. Being a peeping Tom always turned her on. She switched on the interrupter so that any call on the phone or intercom would alert her. At the same time, it recorded everything. Finally, she took off her shoes and trousers and slipped into a robe. Time to enjoy the show.
It started with the people coming down from the upper floor and stepping into the cleaned-out common room. There was the elderly couple, the nerd, the stressed-out woman, the casual couple and the student. They all appreciated the cleanliness of the room and were clearly excited.
Alex waited for them to calm down, then said:
"Good evening. My name is Doctor Alexandra Marksburg, but you can call me Alex. You've come here to enjoy my services and I am happy to perform. As you know, we have this place booked for five days, so you will find plenty of time to enjoy the effects." She paused, then said: "Some of you have already participated in one of my sessions, so you know what is going to happen. For the others, just enjoy it and let it happen. I doubt it, but should anything go wrong, either use the safe word "mayday" or do the horns with your left hand. Got that?" There were sounds of approval. Astrid switched through the cameras. Ruth, Arthur, Terry and Erin were beaming with expectation. She wondered what was going to happen. The others seemed equally excited, but it seemed more vague. Alex continued:
"Before I start, let's be clear on one thing: The process reverses itself after a while and you'll be back to normal within a week. It cannot be quickened, so be sure that you have no sudden appointments. Also, the process is rather painful for most. If you are not sure whether you can take it, I will provide you with painkillers to ease you through it. Please stay don't drive for the next few days after the process, although I doubt you would want to or be able to." There were some chuckles.
"One last thing: I decide how much you get. I will accept no interruptions and there will be negotiations. Trust me on this. Are you okay with that?"
There were nods. The new members even voiced their approval.
"Excellent. I'll finish the preparations, then we start."
Just as she started to work, a phone started ringing. It played "I was made for loving you". Erin fumbled in her pocket and said:
"I'm sorry." She looked at it and continued: "I'll be back in a second." She stepped out.
Alex said:
"For God's sake, please turn off your phones. I'm trying to work here." There was a short moment as Shannon and Russell switched theirs off. Erin returned and said:
"I'm sorry, it was my mom."
The others gave her a "no-one cares" look. She blushed and went quiet. Astrid heard Ruth say:
"She always spoils the mood. What's her problem?"
Arthur made a soothing gesture.

The mistress of ceremonies recovered her smile and said:
"Let's start. Take off your clothes and put on the rubber suits."
Astrid switched through the group. She was astonished. Mia's body was every bit as toned and perfect as she had expected. She was perfectly shaved, there was a slight hint of a six-pack and enough muscle tone to make her look elegant without any loss of feminity. She felt a pang of jealousy. Russell was equally perfect. It was ridiculous. Tall, handsome, the hint of a beard, well trained and perfectly groomed. She grinned, using the zoom to explore his body. She switched to the rear view as her left hand slipped into her panties.
Terry was much less impressive. He also seemed uneasy in his body. He was tall, yes, but he had this huge belly and the soft arms. Everything about him seemed neglected. The only thing that was interesting was that he had no hair below the neck. It looked a bit strange on him. Shannon, on the other hand, had a thoroughly designed body. She had several tattoos that showed flowers and exotic birds all over her body, her nipples were pierced and there were several other pieces all over her body. She was rather gangly and thin. Again, no hair.
The final three were the most surprising: Arthur revealed a short, but well-kept body. He too was devoid of body hair and she was surprised by the size of his dick. It was quite long and thick, much larger than Caleb's. Ruth was equally astonishing. She was also in good shape for her age, and even though she had wrinkles and age spots, she clearly felt good in her skin. She also showed off her huge breasts as she stripped out of the largest bra Astrid had ever seen. Each one of her breasts was the size of a soccer ball and very round and fake. The others stared at the short woman's monstrous tits in awe and discomfort. She lifted and squeezed them, then said:
"Do you like them?"
There was a lot of approval. Astrid saw that Arthur's dick was getting stiff. She felt strange watching an elderly woman with porn star tits over the camera, so she switched over to Erin who was getting undressed. This woman was every bit the frustrated single mom she had to be and her body looked the way. A lot of sag, no tone, she looked awful. More than this thing, she just needed two weeks off.
Finally, they were all dressed in their grey outfits that seemed rather tight, not unlike diving suits. Ruth's body looked positively bizarre in this get-up. Alex went on:
"First, I'll check the contacts. Wouldn't want you to get a jolt in the wrong moment." She adjusted the suits, pushing in small knobs in certain places. When everything was ready, she nodded and said:
"Looks good. Are you comfortable?"
There were sounds of approval. The four 'veterans' were already quite excited, the others seemed rather curious. Next, she pulled up seven tubes from the pump at the centre of the room and connected each one to one of the suits.
"This will feed the suit with a skin softener. We don't want any stretch marks."
She stuck an IV needle into each participants arm and connected this to another device, one for each.
"I'll use this to monitor your body status. Also, if the pain gets too intense, you can call for painkillers."
The next step was to connect electric wires to each of the knobs on the suit.
"We're almost done."
Ruth asked:
"Last time, I had something in my, you know. That felt great! Could I have it again this time?"
Erin nodded and said:
"Me too. It sounded great." She gave Ruth a kinky look.
Alex replied:
"How about the others? The dildo intensifies the process."
The student shook her head, but Mia said:
"Why not?" Alex took out three rather large dildoes that had more wiring coming from them. "Do you still need lubrication?"
Ruth just took it and sighed as she pushed it in, shifting her hips and biting her lip. Erin just squeezed some lube on it and pushed it, wincing gently. Mia gave Russell a look and took the whole thing in her mouth without gagging. The others gave hoots of admiration as she sank the whole ten inches down her throat. Arthur added:
"This is going to come in handy in a few minutes."
Alex grinned and waited for Mia to be ready, then said:
"We're almost done, so be patient for a moment. As a second to last step, I'll have to inject you with the special enzyme set to enable the process."
She went around and attached a drip-bag to each one's IV.
"Are you okay? This will drip in for a few minutes while we finalise everything and get started." She returned to the centre: "As the final step, I'll install the feeder tubes. The idea is that you swallow down this tube so it directly feeds you and powers the procedure. Since most of you have a gag reflex, I'll give you something to block it and then it's down the hatch. You'll also get an additional ventilator to make sure you get enough air. Ready?"
More nods and approval.
Doing each one in turn, she gave them a jab from a disposable needle and then let one end of the tubes slide down their throat. Then she stuck another tube down their noses. When they were all done, the setup looked positively insane. Everyone was wearing a grey rubber catsuit, there were electric wires, tubes and drip-bags everywhere and they all had these tubes protruding from their mouths and noses. 
Alex asked:
"Are you all ready? Any problems? No? Fine. Let's get started. Enjoy!"

[El_Roy_1999]

She stepped to her machines, took a last look at each one and switched them on. First the softener pump went on, sending a big spurt of gel through the tubes connected to the suits. Soon, they began swelling with the liquid. There were gasps and giggles as the participants found their clothes flooded by cold gunk. Alex turned on the next devices, the ventilator and the feeder. The perverts started grunting and choking, but it went well. After a few seconds, they understood that they just had to keep breathing as the feeder flooded their stomachs.
"And now... Electricity!"
The leader turned on the final device, sending a powerful current through the various wires attached to the suits. The grunts became louder and more intense. Arthur was shaking and shivering as the current hit him, but he remained upright. At his side, Ruth had closed her eyes and was clenching her mouth on the feeder tube, gasping occasionally as another electric wave hit her body. Terry groaned and shook but was clearly enjoying himself, while Erin stared at her feet, shivering and trembling. Mia stared at them in amazement and grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from falling down. Russell was trembling like a leaf, occasionally stumbling. Finally, Shannon was bucking and sobbing under the procedure. Alex checked whether she was okay, but she gave her a sign that she was coping.
Astrid wondered at what this was all about. Was this some kind of torture thing?
It was only then that she realised what was going on. Each one of them was growing. Not in height, but in girth. She zoomed on Arthur and saw that he was rapidly swelling, but not turning fat. No, instead of just bloating from the nutritional liquid Alex was pumping him with, he was growing muscular and fast too. Within a minute of this torture, his shoulders had become quite rounded, as would be expected from someone who regularly went to a gym. She switched around and saw that the others were suffering the same fate. Ruth was gnashing her teeth and grunting as her arms began swelling and slowly turned the old woman into an athlete. Terry's paunch was retracting gently as his quivering body became larger and more defined, slowly leaving the couch potato behind. Russell's already well-toned body was positively bursting with energy, giving him an Olympian stature and broadening his chest as more and more nutrient was pumped inside him. His partner was going through the same procedure. Her toned abdominals were now swelling quickly, giving her a rock-hard midsection. The student, Shannon, had crumbled into a tight ball and was fast becoming a veritable muscle-girl. Erin, however, had the most astonishing transformation. From a mousy and repressed start, she now stood there proudly, her legs wide, as her body piled on pound after pound of muscle. Soon, the individual strands of power pushed themselves against the fabric and began to show through.
Astrid's point-of-view returned to Arthur, who by now had turned into a Charles Atlas lookalike. His chest had filled out with large slabs of thick muscle, giving him a broad build and the look of a strongman. His wife was swelling synchronically, having reached a level of muscularity Astrid had only seen in a woman in a bodybuilding show she had once switched through on TV. Her huge breasts were now slowly becoming more proportional, though still ridiculously large. By now, the nerd had turned into a huge man with enormous muscles. His massive arms hung lazily from his soccer ball-sized shoulders. The yuppie pair was now grunting loudly, their idealised bodies now at superhero level. They stared at each other lustfully as another electrical wave went through them, making their muscles more defined. The young woman was in the same situation but shivered on the floor, her large shoulders shuddering with power. At last, she rolled on her back and Alex switched off the machine, letting her cool down. The stressed-out mother from before was gone. In her place stood a super-tight female bodybuilder, her muscles becoming denser and harder by the second. While the others were massive, she was lean and superbly defined, becoming wirier and larger at the same time.
As Erin marvelled at her changing body, Astrid suddenly saw the insanity that the elderly couple was going through. Instead of their former human muscularity, they had drifted off into cartoon territory. Arthur had reached a level that could only be described as a caricature of the human form. His neck had disappeared amid the swelling muscles, his back jutted out several inches and his arms were ridiculously built. Ruth was growing even more intensely. Her gentle grandmother's face was contorted by rage and lust, her eyes bulging with the strain. Her huge breasts were now strangely appropriate for her insane body, resting on a swollen belly full of brick-sized abdominals. She had a strange gut that was slowly growing, making her look pregnant with muscle. Her shoulders were now so large that she was roughly as broad as she was tall or at least it seemed this way. Just like her husband, her face started to look ridiculously small on her neck that would put a bull to shame. She had changed her stance to accommodate her enormous legs and the ever-growing inner muscles stimulated by the dildo. The other women did the same. Terry had turned into a veritable titan by now and Alex switched the machines off, making him breathe deeply from the effort. Russell and Mia also stopped shivering and fell to the ground softly, their perfect bodies resting. Erin contracted further, finally settling for a super-striated physique that was so shredded it was unbelievable that she had ever drunk a drop of water. Only the elderly pair remained now and Alex checked how they were doing. Arthur was clearly finished, but Ruth gave her the thumbs up for a final boost. Alex grinned wickedly and turned the machines up for the finisher. The old woman seemed to burst as her body convulsed once more, exploding into a ball of mutant muscle flesh. When Alex finally turned off the devices, the participants were exhausted. There were smiles all around, but everybody was clearly done for. Alex went around and removed any needles, drips and wires from their bodies. There was some wincing as she pulled out the feeding tubes.
After a few minutes, the men and women had recovered and started to get up. While Shannon, Russell and Mia were rather clumsy, the others were on their feet in seconds. Alex said:
"There you are. Enjoy!"
Ruth and Arthur were elated. Watching themselves eagerly, they struggled to remove the suits, but were unable to reach their own zips due to their enormous physiques. In the end, they swaggered close to each other and managed to fumble with them enough to free their bodies. Arthur squatted down in a sumo-like pose to pull the dildo out of his wife's snatch, but she must have gripped it with her vaginal muscles since he struggled for a few seconds despite his tremendous muscularity. Astrid stared in morbid fascination at the pair and their monstrous antics. When they were done, they stood there, gleaming from the skin-stretcher and suddenly locked in the most bizarre embrace Astrid had ever seen. Ruth's breasts were mashed up against her chin as they managed to lock their arms. Craning their heads forward, they managed to bridge the distance created by their outrageous muscles. She could see their hypermuscled stomachs mash against each other, their huge backs building a strange shell around them. They kissed, first on their lips, then with their tongues, then all over their bodies. Astrid could hear mumbled "I love yous" and marvelled at the elderly couple's passion. She was a little envious.
Meanwhile, Terry stood there and examined his body, flexing his ridiculous muscles and going through several poses while looking at himself in the mirrors fixed on the walls. He grinned as he let his muscles bounce and bulge. His face had become slimmer, giving him a quite handsome look. Astrid zoomed on his super-tight ass. Wow. She normally didn't have a thing for musclemen, but this one was impressive. Despite the nerd's original awkwardness, he now seemed to be perfectly happy with himself. The confidence radiated from his whole body. His nakedness seemed not to trouble him at all.
Russel and Mia had rolled on top of each other and were smothering each other in kisses. They still wore the rubber suits, which made strange squelching sounds as the remains of the skin-stretcher was forced out. Watching these perfect people worship each other's body made Astrid all wet. She worked her snatch with total abandon. Mia lay on top, sat up and slowly pulled the dildo out of her cunt. Russell stared at her in absolute lust. She licked her juices off the thing and dropped it down on the tiles. Then, she lifted her arms into a double biceps pose and flexed hard. The rubber suit stretched and shone. Russell grinned. She asked:
"How do you like me now, big man?"
"Whoa, girl, what have they been feeding you? Do you work out?"
"Only in bed!"
She grabbed his cock and squeezed it. He winced.
"So you're all hard now? So you wanna come?"
He nodded.
"Well, try!"
At the same time, Shannon was recovering. She removed the suit and sat there, astonished by the transformation. Her meagre body had turned into a superbly built physique. She was by far the most normal of the group, but her reaction was clearly the most surprising. She seemed genuinely unhappy. Alex stepped over to her and talked to her. It was so low that Astrid couldn't hear it. Besides, other things were happening.
Erin had pulled off her suit and was now lying on the floor and masturbated furiously, her super-dry body quivering. Every muscle fibre was clearly visible and working. An anatomy chart had nothing on her. Her face was gaunt and tight, almost skull-like, but she just went ahead with it. Astrid turned away, a little repulsed by the woman's fetish.
Switching back to Arthur and Ruth made it even more insane. The elderly muscle pair had switched into a standing sixty-nine position, Ruth holding Arthur overhead and letting him lick her cunt as she blew him. Their hypertrophied bodies interlocked perfectly, creating a thoroughly strange fuck-beast. Just as the watcher switched over to Mia still teasing Russell, she heard Arthur say:
"You're so tasty, my muscle cunt girl!"
Astrid couldn't help making a face.

As the first round slowly reached its end, Astrid saw Alex and Shannon go outside. The others left the room too.
Mia and Russell went up to their room, while the four veterans went out front. As they tried to get out, Ruth and Arthur realised that they couldn't squeeze through the small corridor that connected the reception to the stairs. Astrid heard Ruth say:
"No way am I going to fit through there: Look at this. My tits are so big I hit the wall and I'm not even through the door yet!"
Arthur purred:
"You're so huge, dear. Should I give you a push?"
"Don't you dare! I don't even know whether I could get back up if you did!"
Terry interjected:
"It's no problem. I'll get the stuff inside. You should be able to get out by the veranda. They have a double door there."
"Fine, but how do we get upstairs?"
Arthur said:
"We can always just make a hole."
"Don't you dare, darling. These nice people are our hosts. We don't break their house."
Upstairs, Mia looked down and asked:
"Got problems?"
The older woman replied:
"We don't fit through the corridor."
"Wow. You ARE huge."
Russell added:
"First world problems. Although the idea is cool. Imagine yourself so huge and muscular you could destroy anything, but you can no longer move. And you chose it for yourself."
"Oh my God, Russell, you're such a crazy fuck."
Meanwhile, Terry had reached the red station wagon and removed the trailer's covering.
"Sweet!"
He took out a weightlifting bar and some weight plates and slotted them in, curling it like a dumbbell. He switched sides, then set it down. He turned to Ruth and Arthur who came swaying from behind the inn. They had squatted down and moved in a weird shuffling gait, Arthur's cock still semi-stiff in front of him. Ruth said:
"We thought you would like it. Last time, you seemed a bit annoyed when the weights were all light."
The huge man replied:
"Thank you. Got anything else?"
"Well, we got some extra stretchy clothes for ourselves upstairs, but we seem to be unable to get to them."
Arthur grinned:
"We'll have to stay naked, then." He massaged his wife's huge shoulders and kissed the sad remains of her neck. "Terry, take what you want and enjoy, we're going for a bit of skinny dipping. Let's see if we still float."
Terry smiled and added:
"Be careful."
"Sure. Enjoy."

[El_Roy_1999]

As Terry unpacked the weights and carried them to the front door, Erin held him up and said:
"Hey. We didn't have time to talk."
"Nope."
"Do you need any help?"
"Do I look like I need help carrying?"
She smiled awkwardly:
"No, of course not. I didn't mean carrying."
Terry looked down at her bizarrely dry body and said:
"I know." He hesitated: "I know it's hard, but I can't. It's not okay. You're Sam's wife and I shouldn't."
"You keep saying this as if you should. Look, Terry, you're the only guy who understands what I'm going through. Sam's a nice guy, he's a lousy father and a good friend. He has no idea what it's like to want to be superhuman. Look at these." She flexed her arm, making the fibres of her biceps swell up. "He doesn't understand and he'll never understand."
"I know."
"I wanted this for real, permanently. I went to the gym, I built my body and he, well, he grew distant. This is great and it's sexy, but it's second best and still, I want to experience it fully."
"I'm aware of that, but you're sounding so needy right now, I couldn't even if I wanted."
She stared at him, then turned away. Terry shrugged. Sometimes, he found it hard to understand her. At least she had a partner, even if he didn't indulge in her fantasies. He finished unloading, then went upstairs to fire up the cam. Time to show off!

Astrid switched to Russell and Mia. The couple was in their room and were already at it. They had spread a rubber bed sheet on the mattress and were putting on their costumes or whatever they were. Mia was slipping inside a black and red rubber bodysuit, while Russell was pulling on some pants made from the same material. They were clearly excited by their muscularity and apparently were enjoying the fact that the clothes were very tight. Once Mia had put on her suit, she flexed, making it groan from the pressure. She went through a few improvised bodybuilding poses and was clearly enjoying her body. Next, she picked up a pair of very high boots from her suitcase and began putting them on, lacing them up to her superbly muscled thighs. Russel put on a very tight-looking vest and some heavy boots, then helped his wife slip into some long sleeved rubber gloves. By that time, she was ridiculously hot. Next, he wrapped a corset around her muscular waist and pulled it tight until she winced. Astrid heard her moan:
"Whoa, this is so tight. Be careful, I'm all muscly now, I don't have so much room."
He just grinned and pulled harder, his powerful muscles straining. In the end, he coerced her into a wasp-waist and picked a hood from the suitcase. He slipped it over her head and face. Now that she was entirely wrapped in rubber, he said:
"Not bad. The muscles look good on you."
"They look good on you too."
"They look good on me ..."
"They look good on you, master."
"Thank you."
He cracked his knuckles.
"Let's get to work, dear."
"As you wish, master."
Seconds later, she was solidly bound to the frame of the bed and Russell was working on her erogenous zones, making her gasp and squirm. Astrid smiled and switched to the next set of cameras.

[El_Roy_1999]

Erin was in her room, masturbating furiously, her super-dry body a landscape of veins, muscle fibres and striations. Astrid was a little disgusted by her guest's body, but it did turn her on.
She switched to Terry, who was now dressed as a comic-book hero or something and was chatting with people over the internet. She wondered what he was thinking, but he was clearly very happy. She wondered if this was all he was living for. It looked a bit like it.
Looking around, she realised it was quite late already. She wondered whether she should go to bed now. She just decided to check on Shannon and Alex. After a little trial and error, she saw them sitting on the porch, talking. However, she must have been too late since Shannon just got up and walked inside. Alex got up herself and walked around the house. Astrid switched through the cameras to follow her. She saw Arthur and Ruth who had returned from the beach. The two behemoths stood there, discussing about how they would get up to their room. Alex walked towards them and Ruth became very excited:
"Doctor Marksburg, I can't say how happy we are to be with you again. It's so fascinating."
"Thank you, Ruth."
"We just went to the beach and tried a little swimming. It was very refreshing and we're all salty now."
Alex just nodded.
"I just have a question for you: Could you try to think again about what we talked about last time?"
"Ruth, I already told you. It's a bad idea. I'm the only one who knows how to operate this system and I wouldn't want you to use it for yourself. It would be dangerous."
"But Doctor, you said you'd think about it."
"I did. I told you."
Ruth was clearly disappointed:
"This really makes me sad. It's just that being this way is so wonderful. I could stay like this all the time. It's so depressing when it all goes away again."
"I'm sorry, but I have a responsibility."
Ruth sighed and said:
"I have another question."
"Go ahead."
"How do we get to our rooms now?"
"That's what I was talking about. There's an elevator that you might use."
"An elevator? That's an excellent idea. How do we operate it?"
"I'll have to ask our hostess."
Astrid jumped up, switched everything off and rearranged everything to look inconspicuous. She waited until the bell rang and walked to the bar. Alex was there and asked:
"I'm sorry for disturbing you. Were you already asleep?"
"I was watching TV. No problem. How can I help you?"
"We'd need to use the elevator."
"I'll get the key and I'll be right with you."
Alex shook her head:
"Don't worry, just give me the keys, I'll bring them back in a second. No need for you to miss your show."
"There's no show. I'm coming."
"It's just ..."
"I see your problem, but don't worry. We see a lot of strange stuff here."
"Maybe ..."
"Don't worry."

They walked outside and Astrid was shocked. Seeing the pair on the screen was nowhere as impressive as seeing them in real life. She gasped. Ruth grinned and said:
"Impressed?"
"Oh yes."
"Watch this."
She flexed her ridiculously huge muscles, making them balloon in every direction.
"Wow."
"It's all thanks to Doctor Marksburg."
Astrid gave the doctor a sceptic look. She nodded.
"Ruth and Arthur like to go a little bit over the top."
"A little bit?"
"A little much."
Ruth smiled and said:
"You should ask the doctor to give you a boost too, you could use it. Nothing as enormous as us, just a little more brawn, you see."
"I'll think about it. Now, about the elevator. What do you want to lift?"
"Well, us. we don't fit in the staircase anymore."
"Okay ... Well, let's hope the thing is able to support you. Get on, will you?"
Ruth waddled on the platform and Astrid switched it on, carrying the elderly hulk in the air. The machine seemed to strain a little, but it worked out. Arthur was next. However, close to the top, the thing failed and stopped. Astrid cursed.
"I'm sorry. I'll have my husband look at it right away."
Arthur shook his head and replied:
"Don't worry, we can leave that for tomorrow. Watch me."
with a jump, he propelled himself upwards and pulled himself up on the ledge, stepping inside with his wife.
"Those muscles aren't just for show."
Ruth giggled:
"But they are for show too, so let's go to bed!" She turned to Astrid: "Sorry for the trouble. See you tomorrow."
Astrid nodded and said to Alex:
"You know what, I'm going to sleep now. You can wake me if anything happens or if you need anything."
"Don't worry. Have a good night!"
Astrid decided to leave it at that. She quickly got herself off in the shower, then snuck into the bed with Caleb. She soon fell asleep to his gentle snoring.

[El_Roy_1999]

The next morning, her alarm woke her. She slipped out of the bed, Caleb mumbling something about five more minutes before getting up. As she was trying to leave the room, she suddenly felt his hand on her ass. She smiled wickedly and said:
"Need some help getting up?”
To her surprise, he answered:
"I’m up down there. Want to try?”
And then, to her infinite surprise, they had sex. It was fascinating. Quick, without bells and whistles, but sex. Finally. Was her life taking a turn for the better?
She washed, dressed and quickly prepared everything for breakfast. While the coffee was brewing, she straightened the common room, washing it up quickly and returning everything to its former state. Caleb helped her with the furniture and soon, it looked like the perfectly innocent inn she always wanted it to be. Next, she sent Caleb to fix the elevator and rushed to prepare the toast and pick some new glasses of jam from the larder. By the time everything was ready, the first guests had woken and were now coming down slowly.
Soon, the common room was bustling with hugely muscled people stuffing their faces with buttered bread and freshly baked buns. Astrid bustled about, taking care of everything. She had Caleb get some additional tables since at least three of her guests were way too wide to sit together. Ruth and Arthur had come down using the now-repaired elevator. They were both glowing with sexual energy. He was wearing an oversized T-shirt which could be buttoned on the lower half as well as some training trousers that fit over his muscular legs like cling film. Ruth was wearing a very stretchy shirt and skirt combo and struggled to feed herself. The others were in a similar situation. Terry wore a clearly custom made shirt and some fitting trousers, but both Russell and Mia had to make do with the robes the house provided. Shannon sat with Erin, the later one wearing a nightgown and a robe over her ridiculously dry frame. Shannon ate little, she still didn't seem comfortable with her bulky body.
Astrid realised Alex was missing and asked Caleb to take over for a second while she checked in her room. She didn't want to interrupt anything, but she wanted to make sure nothing bad had happened. She climbed up the stairs and knocked on Alex' door. Nothing. She knocked again. After a third try, she decided to take a chance and unlocked the door.
Nobody. The bed had obviously been used, but there was no sign of her. She checked the bathroom but found it empty. Astrid returned downstairs and turned to the guests:
"I'm sorry, but has anybody seen Doctor Marksburg?"
A chorus of noes made it clear that she wasn't in the house. Someone offered:
"Maybe she went outside?"
"I'll check."
Astrid put on her jacket and left the building. The place was deserted. The cars were all here and she knew that there was nothing close by to visit. One of the charms of Coldwell Beach were its complete lack of distraction and peeping toms. She walked around the house but found no one. There were the heavy footsteps left by Ruth and Arthur, as well as the lighter ones left by Caleb, but that was it. She decided to check the beach and hope for the best. Maybe she had decided to take a swim in the surf. That was quite nice although a little cold. Astrid followed the way until she was out of sight of the house and found the reclusive bay that created a sort of private beach for the denizens of the hotel.
By the time she reached the shore, she was certain that something was wrong. There was an ominous atmosphere over the whole area and she couldn't help feeling distressed by the expanse of water in front of her. Finally, she saw Alex. She was lying there, quietly, the surf gently caressing her body. A few gulls were watching her intently and Astrid felt something crush her heart. She ran towards her and instantly recoiled. Her face was bluish-grey, all life taken from her. Astrid couldn't help but scream.

Minutes later, the others had come to look after her. Soon, she was surrounded by many helping hands that led her away from the shore, that soothed her and tried to calm her, giving her a blanket to combat the shock and handing her a cup of cocoa. The whole group was abuzz, but Astrid couldn't bear listening to them. It felt as if somebody had pulled the rug from under her. It took an hour until she was able to speak again. Meanwhile, the others had debated incessantly, although she had no idea what they were talking about. When she finally recovered her wits, she asked:
"Is it true? Is she dead?"
Shannon, who was sitting right next to her, nodded grimly. She replied:
"I'm afraid yes. She was killed, I'm sure."
The others nodded. Astrid tried to fight off a sob:
"But why? Who would do such a thing? Who could have done this?"
There was a general mumbling. Most of the other guests were equally shocked. She could see that Erin just sat there, staring into the emptiness. Ruth and Arthur sat next to each other, their bulky bodies preventing them from holding more than each other’s hands. Mia and Russell were sitting close to each other, deep in thoughts. Terry stood close to a wall, breathing deeply and trying to control his emotions. Caleb sat next to her and tried to work some life back into her.
Finally, Terry said:
"We should call the police."
This sentence struck the group like a thunderbolt. There were shouts of protest. None of them wanted to be exposed. None of them wanted to be forced to admit their fetish. The whole situation was highly dubious. None of what was going on here was strictly speaking legal. Astrid was certain that this thing would spell the end of her hotel. It would also stay burned into her memory forever. She shuddered at the thought of the dead face in front of her, the eyes bulging from their sockets. She sobbed, leaning on Caleb for comfort. Once she recovered, she said:
"I don't think that's a possibility. I know we should do it, but I'm aware that too much is at stake for all of us. However, there is one important thing: She was killed. Murdered. By one of you. I don't think we can just leave it at that. Besides, you're all pretty much stuck here, so I can say we should clear this up. I couldn't sleep well under a roof with a killer in my house."
There was a roar of protests. People shouted, pointed and threatened each other. In the end, Astrid screamed to make them shut up.
"Be quiet. This is getting us nowhere."
The crowd calmed down slowly. She continued:
"I'm fairly certain she was killed by one of you, simply because there is no one else around. As you know, this place is far away from everything and there is next to no chance for anyone just turning up around here." She paused for a breath. "Also, when I looked outside, there was no sign of anybody near. No footsteps except yours", she pointed at Ruth and Arthur, "or Doctor Marksburg's. No, I'm quite sure that this was done by one of you."
There was a short pause before Erin stood up and pointed at Ruth:
"I'm sure it was her! I'm certain of it: She always wanted Alex to tell her the method for the muscle growth and when she didn't tell her, she tried to force her. Something must have gone wrong and she got scared!"
Ruth's eyes went wide with outrage. She got up and screamed:
"How dare you! You insolent, horrible person! Me, kill the doctor? Are you crazy? This woman was a saint!"
"Maybe, but you always had difficulties controlling yourself! You're addicted to this! You always want to be bigger!"
"The same could be said for you! I think it was you! You killed her to get her method for yourself so you could enjoy yourself while still keeping your sorry excuse for a husband."
"At least mine isn't such a meagre jerk. Arthur is just in this because he’s horny, he doesn't care about muscles at all."
Arthur growled:
"Now listen, lady ..."
Astrid shouted out again to calm them.
"Hey! Shut up! We have to be methodical about this. Honestly, I don't think Ruth did it."
Ruth nodded in outrage:
"Very well."
"She couldn't have done it since she couldn't have left the first floor. The elevator was broken and she didn't fit through the stairwell."
Erin didn't stop there:
"She could have jumped down."
Ruth shook her head:
"That would have left quite a dent in the ground. I'm so huge you would have heard it all." She grinned and flexed her enormous arms. "However, what about you? What proof do you have that you didn't do it?"
Erin crossed her striated arms, setting off a web of crisscrossing veins and fibres all over her forearms.
"You can't be serious. I was in my room the whole time."
Ruth pointed at her:
"That's nice, but do you have proof?"
"Well, I was on the phone with my mother. There was trouble at home. I also called my husband. You can check on my phone if you want."
"That's not a real proof, you could have manipulated it."
"Yes, but I really don't think this is how it works. It's all I have. Let me get the phone."
Ruth snapped:
"Don't let her get it, she'll do something to it."
Astrid sighed:
"I'll get it."

[El_Roy_1999]

After a few moments, she returned and said:
"You had a lot to do."
"It kept me up all night."
Astrid took a piece of paper and noted the times when Erin had been on the phone.
"That's an account for quite a part of the night."
Suddenly, Shannon spoke up:
"We'll need a time of death. If we use this, we can find out whether she did it."
"I didn't do it!"
"That's what we are trying to do."
Russell nodded and said:
"While you were recovering, I took a look at the corpse. I'm a plastic surgeon now, but I was trained as a regular doctor. I have no experience with a coroner's job, but I'm pretty sure she was killed earlier than three o'clock. It's clear rigor mortis has already set in and she was seen alive at one o'clock when Ruth and Arthur came up. Does it fit?"
Astrid looked at her notes and said:
"There's roughly an hour missing, I'd say from two-thirty to three-thirty."
Ruth raised her voice again:
"That's more than enough to do it. She did it! She has a motive, she had the opportunity and she is strong enough. I read enough murder mysteries to know that."
Erin was genuinely unhappy and gave Arthur a long look. He scowled. She hesitated:
"Well ... I'm not sure I should say this, I think ..."
Astrid closed her eyes. This was a nightmare. Arthur's gaze was petrifying.
"I can vouch for her. She didn't do it. Trust me on this."
Ruth gave him an angry look, but he just sat there, looking straight ahead. There would be much to talk about later.
Astrid shivered. It was getting cold outside, as if a freezing wind had started blowing. However, the landscape was still. She shook her head and said:
"If I may sum up: Neither Ruth nor Erin did it. That leaves us with Russell, Mia, Shannon and Terry. And there's Arthur, of course."
He shrugged:
"You can strike me off the list. I have the same 'handicap' as my wife."
Shannon spoke up:
"Do you?"
"Yes. Definitely."
"Why don't we check? After all, your chest is a bit less enormous."
"If you insist."
He got up slowly, struggling with his over-sized body and walked over to the door, pushing through sideways. The others stared at him as he tried to shimmy into the corridor and to the stairs. Shannon turned to Astrid:
"It's a tight spot, but it would work."
Arthur arrived at the stairwell and began to ascend. However, the stairs began creaking and splintering. He stopped and said:
"I doubt anybody would have missed this. I said it before, I didn't do it."
Astrid nodded. That was clear. She turned to the others while Arthur returned:
"So, let us hear your alibis."

Terry rolled his hulking shoulders back and said:
"I was online, chatting all the time. You can see the log. I never left my room. But I tell you one thing: The person that killed Alex is going to get it. Big time."
Astrid hesitated and said:
"I don't think we should ..." He scowled at her and she decided to keep it at that. She addressed Mia:
"How about you?"
Mia smiled, her bodybuilder physique glowing:
"I couldn't have done it. I was tied up. Totally. I have the rope marks to prove it."
Astrid sighed. Perverts.
"That's hardly a proof."
"Russell can vouch for me. He was there all the time."
Astrid turned to the young man:
"Were you?"
"Well ... Most of the time, yes."
Mia blinked:
"Where were you, then?"
He grinned:
"I fucked Shannon. I think she enjoyed it, didn't you?"
Shannon nodded tiredly. Mia kissed Russell on the mouth:
"You're so kinky, Russ."
"Absolutely."
Astrid asked Shannon:
"This is getting complicated. Could you explain your relationship to this couple?"
Shannon shrugged and replied:
"It's not that complicated. I'm their plaything. They make me do things and take me with them on their trips. I like it that way. I know it's weird, but so are you. I like to give myself up to others, but it also makes me feel strange. The muscles ... I don't know. When I saw them, I felt horrible. Alex took the time to talk to me and I calmed down. She was nice to me. I still can't believe she's dead. Just like that." She paused. "Russell is right. He came to my room after midnight and fucked me for an hour or two. His big muscles make it awesome, we were quite rough together. After that, he left. I guess he went back to Mia."
Astrid thanked her.
"It's all getting a little sketchy. If I understood this right, Ruth, Arthur, Terry and Erin couldn't have done it. Mia says she was bound up the whole time and I think I'll believe her, even if there is no real proof." She noticed that Arthur was fidgeting in the same way he had when the discussion had turned to Erin. This guy was impressive. He had really fucked every woman in range. Maybe even Shannon.
"All in all, Russell and Shannon are the only ones missing an alibi."
Arthur fidgeted. Astrid was amazed.
"So, Russell, what did you do between two and three o'clock?"
He bit his lips and said:
"I don't think you would believe me if I said I just needed a break and wanted to be by myself, but it's true."
"Where did you go on this break?"
"I just went downstairs. She was not there. I expected her to be in her room, I just sat on the porch for a little time to enjoy the clear night."
Mia grinned:
"You smoked, didn't you?"
He smiled sheepishly.
"I did. I'm sorry."
Astrid tried to keep them focused.
"I'm sorry, but there is only one solution for me. You're the only one who had the time."
Ruth interrupted her:
"That's bullshit. Neither Mia, nor Erin, nor Shannon have an alibi. They ..."
Arthur gave her a sheepish look. She stood up in a complicated motion and walked out.
Suddenly, Astrid remembered something.
"Say, Russell, did you work in research before becoming a surgeon?"
Mia asked:
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Russell, on the other hand, nodded:
"I guess I'm fucked now."
"I didn't recognise you at first, but you were on that picture with Alex, weren't you?"
"I'm not sure which picture you are talking about, but I guess so. We were co-workers a long time ago. I was surprised to see her again."
"I see why she didn't recognise you."
"Losing a hundred pounds and shaving your beard does that to you."
"So you did talk."
"Absolutely. It was a long time ago, we both found our way to success. I was happy to see her."
Mia stared at him angrily.
"Did you fuck her? Tell me!"
"No, I didn't, dear. We have a deal, I respect it. Don't worry."
She shivered. Astrid massaged her brow.
Finally, she said:
"I want another look at that picture.”

[El_Roy_1999]

She went upstairs and heard the insults and accusations grow again. What was she going to do to fix this?
She entered the bedroom, feeling as if she walked into a crypt. Alex’ stuff lay all around, the medical equipment lying in a heap or distributed over the furniture. She checked for her wallet and found it. She opened it and took a long look at the picture. Finally, it dawned on her. She closed the wallet and sat on the bed. Russell seemed earnest. He was a big man, strong and powerful, even more so after his strange treatment. Alex had put up a fight, it was clear. She doubted that she would have had much chance to even resist such a Hercules. Was this the only solution? She shut her eyes and tried not to cry.
When she returned, the situation was about to escalate. Ruth was clearly out to throttle Mia and only Arthur’s and Terry’s combined efforts managed to prevent her from doing so. Astrid coughed and asked for their attention. Surprised, they calmed down a little. She said:
"I think I know who did it.”
She could see the fires of vengeance in Ruth’s eyes. Arthur seemed calm and dispassionate, Terry was serious and clearly attentive. Mia’s fury was still seething, while her husband was infinitely sad. Shannon and Erin looked as if they were somewhere else, damning the moment they had decided to come here.
"Before I explain the situation, I want you to swear that there will be no attack, no vengeance and no lynching. I know I don’t have the power to stop any of you, so I will need your word. In return, I might be able to help you and get you all out of this mess.”
There were mumbled oaths.
"Thank you. I don’t know why you did it, but could you please explain, Caleb.”
She turned to her husband. He stared at her in disbelief. She waited for what seemed like an eternity. She could see the anger boiling up in the crowd. It was about to turn into a murderous mob. She gave him a pleading look. Finally, he lowered his eyes and asked:
"How did you find out?”
"You’re on this photo.” She showed the picture from the wallet. Three smiling young people were on it: Alex, Russell and Caleb, back when he was still in shape. He was almost unrecognisable. "You knew her, you knew him.”
Caleb nodded slowly.
"Yes. That’s me. That was me.”
"You’re also the only one weak enough not to kill her in a second. Finally, you’re probably the only one who would have murdered her out of passion, am I right?”
"You’re absolutely right. If I had had a moment to think this through, to just calm down, I wouldn’t have done it. I would have stopped myself. But I was weak. I was angry. I just had to.”
Ruth exploded:
"Why? Why did you do it, you horrible person?”
"It was a long time ago. You remember, Russell. We were working on the anti-muscle dystrophy drug. The concept was there, it worked in the trials. We had invested so much time, so much work. I was the project coordinator, but I was all caught up in the paperwork. I wasn’t there when she had the breakthrough and she kept it from me. Maybe I wasn’t interested enough, maybe she was just much brighter than me. She understood it, I was just her senior. Anyway, the project failed, or so she told me. It was all for nothing. Russell left and returned to medicine, but for me, it was the beginning of the end. My failure cost me my job at the research lab and I tried to make for it by burning through all I had. I really destroyed myself and my marriage.”
He sat down weakly.
"When I saw her return, I tried to get out of the way, but then I saw what she was doing. You couldn’t believe the anger. She had made it work. She had the cure and she used it on a band of perverts. Why. I was so angry. At first, I just wanted to talk to her, but I exploded and before I realised what I had done, I had … killed her. I hate myself. I wish I hadn’t done this. I want to wake up.”
He collapsed into a heap.

There was a sudden silence pervading the room, only interrupted by Caleb’s sobs. Russell walked over to his former colleague and said:
"I hate to tell you, but it didn’t work back then. She must have found out on her own. She didn’t lie to you. Why didn’t you ask me?”
"I didn’t think about it. I hadn’t seen you. I couldn’t have recognised you. I was stupid. When I returned to the house, I was exhilarated at first. I had my revenge. I had recovered my life. It was a lie.”
Astrid swallowed and asked:
"What are we going to do now?”
Erin gave her a stare and said:
"We bury the body and never talk about this again. I can’t afford to be implicated in this business and so can neither of us. I know it’s horrible, but on the other hand, we have duties. I don’t know about you, but I can keep my mouth shut.”
The others nodded. Astrid shook her head in disbelief, but she knew that this was the only way. However, before she could agree, she realised that Ruth was about to crash. The stunted hulk was shivering in anger. Before she could assault Caleb, Astrid said:
"Please, calm down. I know what you want and I think, I can help you get it.”
Ruth stared at her insanely and asked:
"How?”
"I have the whole process on tape, we have samples of the materials used and Caleb and Russell should be able to reconstruct it. After all, it was a part of their invention. They should be able to do it.”
Ruth calmed down a little and looked at them disdainfully:
"You would be able to do this?”
"Since it can be done, we might manage.”
"You’d better, or I’ll tear you apart.”

Several months later, Astrid and Caleb’s life had settled back into their routine. They were preparing the house for the summer season and were busy enough not to talk to each other. The burial had been short and unceremonious. Strangely enough, no one ever came to ask for Alex. It seemed as if those people that had known her had decided to treat her as if she had never existed.
The couple’s relationship had changed. The common secret had forged them together. Strangely enough, Caleb had recovered his vitality, but was at the same time wracked by guilt. Astrid felt just as exposed by the fact that their guests had found out about her guilty pleasure. Still, they tried to live on, waiting for the sunset.
The last thing they heard of the affair was that Ruth and Erin had finally managed to live their dreams together, taking their obsessions to their apogee. The photos they sent showed beings that were barely human anymore. Russell and Terry had taken it to themselves to manage the technology and aid them in the emergence from their chrysalis of normality. Arthur, Mia and Shannon drifted away from the others’ one-sided obsession.
Years later, Astrid couldn’t resist anymore and just had to try the treatment.

[El_Roy_1999]

Confession Time cont'd

I walked closer, stepping lightly on the tiled slaughterhouse floor. As I approached, I realised that my wife, or what we had turned her into, was intensely aroused. Her breathing was heavy and as powerful as her entire, shivering physique. When I reached her, I saw that the chains that bound her were exceptionally robust. I wondered whether she would be able to break them.
Best try to find out.
I put my lips to her ear and whispered:
"Ingrid. Break free."
Instantly, her body erupted in a muscular maze as she contracted her enormous, bulging muscles and began struggling against her bonds. She grunted and roared as her arms swelled and contracted, but the chains held fast.
"Go on, break your bonds."
She groaned and replied:
"They are too strong. I am finally bound."
Donatella laughed and said:
"I told you. You're at my mercy."
"Yes."
"But, Ingrid, my dear, I think I found out what you love."
"Yes?"
"You love the struggle. You love the challenge. Trying to fight it turns you on like nothing else."
"Yes."
"You get off on your own self-control, on your own ambition."
"Yes!"
Donatella turned to me:
"Make her come and let her try to hold it. I just want to see what happens."
I nodded and whispered:
"My love, I know you want to fight it, so here you are: Come."
I could feel a bodily force of her emotions hit me. It must have been the nano-machines. I was almost thrown back as her masked face contorted and she tried to keep herself under control. It was fascinating to watch as the fact that her self-control made her hornier and she tried not to come. It was as if I were in the eye of a storm. I grabbed my cock and started masturbating furiously as her mind tried to subjugate the nano-machines and their work.
Suddenly, I noticed something strange. Her body was changing. It was as if the nano-machines realised they were losing their struggle and tried to increase their power to cope with this.

[El_Roy_1999]

The first sign that something was happening was a kind of metallic groaning sound that slowly spread through the room. I wondered where it came from until I noticed that the chain links were slowly being forced apart. Soon, the sound was clearly audible and the gaps in the links became noticeable. Donatella stopped doing what she was doing and got up, striding next to me to stare at the unexpected phenomenon.
"What's happening?"
"I don't know, but she seems to be growing. Is this supposed to happen?"
"It never did with me."
"Then something must be wrong. Ingrid! Stop it, something isn't right! Don't strain it. We need to get to a doctor!"
Instead of holding, Ingrid just growled and said:
"I will not give in."
I gave Donatella an anxious look, but she was staring at my wife.
Suddenly, her muscles surged forward and I could see the chains shatter and break. The links flew through the air as she collapsed on her arms, breaking the post behind her with a crack. She roared and screamed as the nano-machines made her grow ever more muscular, turning her into a veritable bulging sphere of rock-hard flesh. Still, she resisted the order, forcing the machines to redouble their efforts.
That is when she reached her apogee.
She could not even get up as her back spread wide and her monstrous pectorals lifted her from the ground. Within seconds, she had gone from heavyweight bodybuilder to grotesque caricature and beyond.

[El_Roy_1999]

Still, she refused to give in. The machines built on, trying to force her to comply to their orders, but it was pointless. Just as she was about to become entirely immobilised by the enormous mass she had built, I realised that she was starting to shrink. I suddenly understood: The nano-machines had consumed their reserves of energy and were now using the muscle they had built to build more, but were losing in this trade. Ingrind winced and whimpered, struggling to cope with the changes her body went through. When she finally allowed herself to come, she had become a shadow of her former self. She was lying in the folds of the overstretched rubbery outfit and was breathing calmly.
I walked over to her, knelt down and asked her:
"Are you alright? Should I get a doctor?"
She turned to me, her face gaunt and empty and said weakly:
"I'm fine, thank you. I just had the most marvelous orgasm ever. What happened?"
I explained what had happened and helped her to her feet, assisted by Donatella, who was still shivering from the orgasms she had ran through herself. I said:
"I think it's time for you to eat something. You're all skin and bones."

[El_Roy_1999]

We returned home a few days later. The extended vacation had given us time to think and to reevaluate our relationship. Clearing all these little unsaid things up felt good. The next weekend, we decided to have another go at it. After all, a week of catching up at work was a lot and we both needed a little relaxation.
After waking up, I rolled over to her and said:
"Good morning, love."
She smiled weakly at me and said:
"How did you sleep?"
"I had a dream. I liked it. You were bound up. Tight."
"Was it a nice dream?"
"Oh, yes. By the way, I had something made for you last week."
"What is it?"
"Wait a second. First, I want you to swallow this."
I handed her a pack of pills.
"What are these?"
"That's concentrated fuel for your machines. Trust me, you'll need it."
"Will you make me grow?"
"Absolutely."
She grinned and gobbled up the pills, washing them down with a drink of water. She said:
"There you are."
"Excellent. But there is more."
And with these words, I handed her a blindfold.
"Put that on. Your touch will be enough."
She did as I said and sat there calmly. I handed her the suit. It was a new one, a special design I had constructed just for her. It was engineered to always be skintight, regardless of the shape of the wearer and it had attachments for every mean of, well, attachment imaginable.

[El_Roy_1999]

A few minutes later, Ingrid was bound and gagged, suspended from a complex array of ropes, wires and pulleys I had imagined. Trust me, I'm an engineer. I could feel her arousal as she realised she was now safely immobile above the ground, unable to build up any resistance to allow her to free herself. I was quite satisfied with myself. Grinning, I said:
"So, my dearest wife, I think that you will find it hard to get out of this."
She mumbled something unintelligible inside her gag, but I could sense in my mind that she was enjoying herself.
"Well then, I think it's time."
I approached her as the straps and hooks let her sway.
"My love, the moment has ... come."
Immediately, she began to struggle. The pulleys and attachments groaned, but the counterweights held fast.
Seconds after, I could hear the nano-machines working in my inner ear. I could feel her muscles contract and relax. Then, with a surprising quickness, her waifish body began to fill out. I stared in ecstasy at her growing muscles. Within moments, she had built a light bodybuilders physique, her outfit straining to contain her. I moved behind her, unlatched the covering of her crotch and said:
"I'll make it easier for you."
She moaned and growled, trying to contain her arousal. As I pounded her snatch, her arms swelled to become a heavyweight bodybuilder's, well-defined and powerful. I grabbed around her now tree-trunk-like waist and began to work her clit. She struggled and fought, gasping for air and shivering as the mass of her body continually increased. She reached the enormous build she had reached on our holiday and went even beyond. I almost forgot to come as she exploded into a monstrous, hulking juggernaut of muscle and arousal.
When she finally came, the pulleys had long ago given in, but we were both calm and sated.
I stared at her, removed her hood and kissed her gently, lying amidst her enormous body and said:
"That was some kind of confession."

[El_Roy_1999]

 

Here's a little something "big bicep stories" inspired me to write:

Second Place!

"Second place: Alice Brewer!"

The announcer's voice echoed over the stage. Alice smiled grimly, taking the trophy while trying to maintain her flex. She thanked the laudator and thought:
"I hate this. Second place. Look at the bitch. Look at her. She's all roided out, I mean, look at her. The judges are creeps and fuckheads. I wonder how many of them she had to blow to get this. I hate her."
She took a bow. Her body felt empty and she was completely trashed. She was tired, exhausted and thirsty. And hungry. So hungry. She just wanted to get off the stage, but she still had to wait.
"And the winner is: Laura van Roos!"
The triumphant Laura smiled and took the trophy, held it high above her head and went through a series of poses. The public applauded, there were some hoots as she showed off her best body part: Her enormous and swollen biceps. Alice had to admit that her own were far from Laura's level. She cursed her poor genetics. Why couldn't she build them as big? She worked hard, but it was pointless. She hardly made any progress.
Actually, she was lying to herself. She was one of the world's best bodybuilders. Heavyweight, very tall for her weight, good symmetry. She only lacked in the arms department. And by lack, she meant she only had 16" arms. Few men would reach her level of training, but Laura's 18 inches were just more. Crap.
When she finally left the stage, she returned to her shitty hotel room and showered, then she ate and cried. The frustration got the better of her. She wanted to win. To know that her sacrifices were worth it. When she finally fell asleep, she dreamed odd scenes of her kissing and licking Laura's arms. She awoke all sweaty and tired and damned herself for this dream.

* * * * * * *

The next day, she returned home, took a day off and went to visit a few friends. Due to her commitment to her sport, she had little time to spend with them and was always a little alone. Meeting these people was odd. She liked them, but there was little heart to their connection. It was lonely at the top. The conversation was a bit slow at first, especially since her muscles were quite the elephant in the room. She had started bodybuilding four years ago and had made tremendous progress, but this was the first time her friends had seen her in contest shape. Then came the usual questions.
"Can I touch them?"
"How much do you train?"
"Do you take steroids?"
"Don't you feel masculine?"
After she said: "Yes, every day, not right now, no, do you?", they could finally move to more interesting topics. After a while, she was outside on the balcony with Cleo, a young pharmaceutics researcher that seemed to have taken a fancy of her. They talked a while, looking at the night city lights. Finally, the scientist asked:
"So, how did you place?"
"I came in second. I hate it. What can I do? At this level, it's just a question of genetics. I have a good overall package, but there's always someone better."
"Absolutely. In science, it's the same. You can only try to carve out a niche for yourself and try to be the best at this. It's all very narrow."
"You have the same problem?"
"Not yet, but it might boil down to this. I'm still trying to decide what to do."
"What are your options?"
"Are you really interested?"
"Not really, but I wouldn't mind taking my mind off my problems, so go ahead."
"Okay. Well, the thing is, I have a lead on an interesting therapy concept which my group has been developing. It could be a treatment for muscular dystrophy, but marketing is trying to sell it as a diet jab. I doubt that's going to work, but I don't want to fight. So I'm thinking of quitting."
"Muscular dystrophy? What does it do?"
"It's a condition that means that your muscles deteriorate and ..."
"No, I mean, what does the therapy do?"
"You're probably thinking about a drug to build your muscles, am I right?"
"Of course. It's my job."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. The thing is not yet ready to be marketed and it's not meant for this."
"So are anabolic steroids, but they're still used. Listen: If you need a guinea pig, I really need some help. I'm volunteering. It might help you prove your point. If I get all big and muscly, they'll understand that there's no future in dieting and you can use it for your original concept."
"That's not how science works. N=1 is never the solution."
"What?"
"Forget it."
"Whatever. Please let me try it. I need an edge. Please."
"I could get fired."
"I'll sign any agreement."
"This is idiotic."
"Come on. I can't really pay you, but I'll do anything you want."
"There's no point. And it's dangerous."

[El_Roy_1999]

Cleo left the party, walking alone through the dark streets. She should have taken a taxi, she thought. This part of the city was hardly safe. She grabbed her key-chain and prepared to hit any would-be attacker with it. Five minutes later, a couple of thugs appeared. She cursed under her breath. She passed them, trying to keep a calm exterior. She hoped she could pass them, when one of them made his move and grabbed her handbag. She screamed and tried to hit him with her keys, but he just laughed and slapped her hand away. She struggled to keep her grip and tried to fend him off, but the other guy joined in and grabbed her. She screamed again and shouted for help, but the street was dark and empty. She was about to panic and pleaded for mercy, when one of the guys suddenly fell over. The other one turned around to face the attacker, but was quickly slapped in the face by her defender. After a few seconds of grunting brawl, the two thugs fled.
Cleo tried to get up, when a hand helped her to her feet. She heard Alice's voice:
"I thought it was dangerous for you to go alone and followed you. Turned out I was right."
"Thank you." Cleo struggled to regain her breath. "How can I ever repay you?"
As the words left mouth, she wanted to force them back. She knew the answer before she finished her sentence.
Alice gave her a long look suggesting utter obliviousness. Cleo continued:
"Well, I can think of something. Could you accompany me home? Visit me at the lab tomorrow, will you?"
"Of course. Thank you."
"Don't mention it." She stopped: "Really don't mention it. You'd get me fired. I don't want to be ungrateful, but don't say a word, okay?"
"My lips are sealed."

* * * * * * * *

In the morning, Alice arrived at the lab. Cleo let her in and showed her around. By the time they were at her office, Alice was extremely excited. She really hoped to get her edge. Cleo explained:
"Animal testing suggests the drug works topically. We inject an area and the muscles in it recover and grow quicker than normal. We have quite a few side-effects, such as heart failure, liver failure and a few others, but we have most of it ironed out. Chances are slim you'll be affected, but take the time to read this through and see whether you really want this."
Alice looked over the list and felt her stomach knot. Still, who dares, wins.
"Go ahead."
"What place should I inject? I'd suggest something discreet."
"Biceps."
"Something discreet."
"Do the biceps. Go ahead."
"Okay. Your call."
She loaded two disposable syringes, disinfected the skin surface and gave her the jabs.
"How long until it shows an effect?"
"Normally, it takes a few hours before anything happens. Also, I'm going to have to ask you to monitor the injection sites carefully. If anything odd happens, call me. Got it?"
"Sure. Can I train normally?"
"I guess so. I don't know. Also, please write down what you do. If possible, with exact duration and note what you eat, drink and anything else that might be interesting."
"Fine. See you soon."
Cleo saw her go. She hoped it all went well. This was a shitty situation. She had thought about giving her a sodium chloride injection and just say it did nothing, but this woman was so desperate she went for the true product. She just hoped it wouldn't do anything.