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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: taoschild on June 09, 2023, 05:17:57 pm
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I don't do incest so this story won't go there but the dynamic of play between big brother and little sister has always intrigued me. I'm not sure what I think of this so far -- perhaps a bit formulaic but I will on it a bit more after I finish my novel with the wife. If you're interested in stories that go a little more into the naughty realm with bros and sisters let me suggest IBP's More Than Gina? in our charity anthology, Stealing Muscle. https://www.amazon.com/Stealing-Muscle-Novella-Short-Anthology-ebook/dp/B083D5MFD7/ref=sr_1_2?crid=25BT0ZK7NZ9DD&keywords=stealing+muscle&qid=1686330107&s=books&sprefix=stealing+muscl%2Cstripbooks%2C210&sr=1-2
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Chapter 1: Fragile Bonds
Growing up in our small suburban town wasn't exactly a picturesque experience. Think, Stranger Things, but for me it was minus the friend group. I was bright and decently athletic but never good enough for my dad. He always expected more. I worked hard at football then eventually quit when I wasn’t good enough. My dad basically shunned me.
In the midst of my struggle, my sister Emily tried to be there for me. We’d once shared a close bond, but for some reason I didn’t think she gave me enough support. I guess she had her own life, but I just couldn’t let go. To make me feel better about my lot in life– stuck between friend groups, ostracized between friend groups, you name it, I started picking on my sister. Obviously, to say it tarnished our relationship was an understatement.
The truth was, Emily had everything I desired. Our parents showered her with attention and praise for her accomplishments in gymnastics. She had her own clique of friends at the gym, with whom she shared a tight bond. On top of that, she had a figure that turned heads. It was hard to ignore the constant chatter among my peers, discussing her like she was a piece of art. We'd stand in groups by the lockers and they'd talk about her to no end– and yeah, I got jealous. The comments were endless. "Would you look at her? She's got the most luxurious hair." "Check out that midriff? Best abs in the school hands down." "And those eyes... they're like emeralds" "She's got curves in all the right places. How is she so stacked when she's so fit?"
It was hard to escape the comparisons and the constant reminder that she was the hottest girl in the school, residing under the same roof as me. The weight of that expectation only added to the strain between us, fueling my resentment and perpetuating a toxic cycle that seemed impossible to break.
Burdened by my insecurities, I resorted to increasing verbal abuse as a means to control Emily. Part of me felt bad and knew it left her feeling powerless and demeaned, but when I walked out of her room knowing I’d come out on top of something— someone the boys at school cherished– somehow it made me feel better about my life.
Steadily, my abuse grew more tangible and finally I resorted to physical acts of aggression when my words weren't having the desired effect on her. That fateful day, consumed by anger and frustration, I reached out and forcefully grabbed Emily's arm, my fingers digging into her skin.
“Stop, James!” She cried, unsuccessfully trying to pull away, but I just reveled in the feeling of control over her. I’m sure the pain radiating through her body, matched the ache in her heart at how our relationship had turned, but I didn’t care.
“Just say, Uncle,” I grinned evilly.
As I held her captive, Emily contorted in pain, somehow spoke logically "James, listen to me," Emily said, her voice trembling yet filled with unwavering conviction. "What you're doing is wrong. The way you treat me, the words you hurl at me, and now this... It's not love, it's not how siblings should be."
Emily winced as she felt my grip tighten, his fingers leaving faint imprints on her skin. She looked into my eyes, hoping to find a flicker of remorse or hesitation, but instead, she saw only coldness and jealousy.
The room momentarily fell silent as I twisted, pushing for her to cry out and admit my superiority. Emily took a deep breath, steadying herself despite what must have been throbbing pain in her arm. Mustering every ounce of strength and resolve she channeled it into her words. "I deserve respect, James.”
My grip faltered for a moment. Deep down, I knew my actions were inexcusable, but I couldn’t stop. A mixture of emotions played across my face. Shame, regret, and anger. Unfortunately jealousy and anger won out. Her statement was met with the back of my hand. She fell to the floor and I walked out of the room.
The fact that she hadn’t cried uncle and begged for mercy frustrated me. In the face of my superior strength, Emily had demonstrated only resilience. I saw it as a threat and I started a steady program of absolute humiliation. Looking back, I know my actions were a desperate attempt to assert my dominance and feel better about myself– at the expense of someone who should have been my best friend— but I was young and stupid.
Chapter 2: Seeds of Transformation
The next day Emily announced to my startled parents that she was stopping gymnastics. Instead she was going to seek a gym membership and lift weights. I grinned, knowing that I was the reason. Emily was going to try and put some muscle on her wiry arms to defend herself. I was a boy, an older and semi-athletic one at that. She had no chance against me. All she’d done was give up the thing that my parents cherished her for. We’d be equals now, only I’d be stronger and I’d show her who was boss on a daily basis.
Admittedly, I’d had some manifestations of arousal surrounding fit, muscular women but that never crossed my mind surrounding my sister. She could never get big. It seemed, at the time, like a huge victory for me. She was just the ordinary-- well super pretty and ordinary but I was stronger and I could dole out punishments as I saw fit.
So Emily sought solace in the weight room at the local gym. Later she told me how with each repetition and clank of iron, she discovered not only physical strength but also an escape from the emotional turmoil that plagued her-- me.
Slowly but surely, her muscles responded to the rigorous training regimen. Her once-slender frame began to fill out, muscles growing and shaping beneath her skin. Her shoulders broadened, sculpted with sinewy strength. Biceps and triceps emerged, chiseled and defined. Emily's legs, once delicate and unassuming, developed into pillars of strength. Thighs thickened with muscle, and her calves became rock-solid.
It happened quicker than I thought and her rise in strength was met with even more anger from me. A flicker of fear burned in me as I became increasingly threatened by Emily's physical transformation. Were my earlier assumptions destined to be valid forever?
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You have my attention, sir. Karma given.
(Also, loved More Than Gina from the anthology. I wish IBP wrote more FMG stories but seems like it was a one-off for them.)
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I always like the little sister becomes muscular theme ;)
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A very interesting first part. I'm looking forward to the continuation.
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A very good start. Awaiting further developments.
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An awesome start, karma deployed!
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I apologize for backtracking a bit but I wanted to add a little more description:
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They came measured and more frequently. Daily I came in and twisted her thumb back, slapped her but, or tackled her and gave her a nuggie. I could feel the difference in her body but my punishments grew so frequent that she seemed to give up and let me dole them out as I saw fit.
Instead of fighting back against me, Emily sought solace in the weight room at the local gym. Later she told me how with each repetition and clank of iron, she discovered not only physical strength but also an escape from the emotional turmoil that plagued her-- me.
Slowly but surely, her muscles responded to the rigorous training regimen. Her once-slender frame began to fill out, muscles growing and shaping beneath her skin. Her shoulders broadened, sculpted with sinewy strength. Biceps and triceps emerged, chiseled and defined. Emily's legs, once delicate and unassuming, developed into pillars of strength. Thighs thickened with muscle, and her calves became rock-solid.
It happened quicker than I thought possible and her rise in strength was met with even more anger from me. A flicker of fear burned in me as I became increasingly threatened by Emily's physical transformation. The fear of losing control, of losing the upper hand, gnawed at me deep inside. Were my earlier assumptions destined to be valid forever?
Seeing her muscles grow and her strength increase ignited a deep-seated jealousy within me. I couldn't handle seeing my sister challenge my physical strength. It was the one thing that I could count on to make me feel superior to her. Her growing strength was a blow to my already fragile ego, a constant reminder of my shortcomings. If she could break free from the confines I had placed upon her what would I have left.? Instead of working out myself, I directed his insecurities and his anger and frustration toward Emily.
One day at breakfast she wore a tight fitting tank top that shower off her grouping arms. I was dumbfounded and angry. Her arms, once delicate and wiry now looked defined and sculpted. The muscles in her arms seemed to ripple with power and even a simple act like twisting the top a the blender for her protein shake her muscles seemed to dance beneath her skin. As I gazed upon them, a sense of unease washed over me, as if the power she now possessed posed a direct challenge to my own.The sight of her growing muscles fueled my determination to prove myself. I vowed to regain the control I felt slipping away and show her and myself that I was still strong.
Silently, I pledged to myself that I’d punish her that night. It was a Saturday night. I marched into her room when she was talking to all her friends on a FaceTime call. I flipped off the phone and tossed it across the room.
“Hey!” she called out, “I was talking to my friends who are at the competition.”
“Hey is for horses and I don’t care about your so called friends.” I locked eyes with her, a hint of defiance in my gaze. “You think your strong now, so let’s settle this once and for all with an arm wrestling contest."
She looked surprised but intrigued, clearly recognizing the fire in my eyes. Without hesitation, she lay down on the floor, her bicep bulging with power. I mirrored her stance, flexing my own arm, ready to face the challenge head-on.
As our hands interlocked, I could feel the strength in her grip, the power pulsating through her muscles. I clenched my teeth, summoning every ounce of strength within me. The room fell silent, tension thick in the air.
With a surge of determination, I exerted all my force against Emily's arm determined to push her down in seconds. My muscles strained and quivered, pushing with everything I had but she held firm, resisting my initial onslaught.
But I wasn't about to give up. My manhood and superiority were on the line. I could feel my adrenaline pumping, my body surging with energy. I continued to press forward, inch by inch, the struggle intensifying with each passing moment.
Time seemed to stretch as we locked in our battle, muscles bulging, veins pulsating. My breath grew heavy, my entire body trembling with exertion. I poured every ounce of energy into that final push, my arm shaking with the effort. Unfortunately, the strength Emily showed me was sending the blood to another area of my body too. It felt unnatural and wrong, but also confusing, overwhelming, and right.
And then, with a surge of triumph, I felt her arm give way. Emily's arm touched the throw rug with a gentle thud, and I let out a brief victorious cheer. My hard on was raging so I didn’t have to gloat over my accomplishment. The brief sense of superiority washing over me was tempered by my strength and other unexpected feelings. Instead of gloating, I turned tail and virtually ran out of the room to chart my feelings and plan my next steps.
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A great addition. I hope the relationship between Emily and her brother will be mended eventually.
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Sorry I didn't have long to edit this much as I'm still working on finishing up editing of my novel. I hope this is enough for those of you following the story.
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Chapter 3: A Lapse in Judgment
I ran to my room confused about my erection and angry that she’d nearly beaten me. I was in full retreat and clueless how to respond. I needed to show strength and intimidate her but if she kept getting stronger how long would that last. I slammed the door panting and disoriented when the door right opened behind me. “You jerk, all I tried to do was…”
She never finished the question. Without even knowing what I was doing I lowered my shoulder and drove into her gut. Caught unprepared, Emily winced and stumbled backward, momentarily taken aback by my aggression. The blow had caught her off guard, leaving her vulnerable and wounded, both physically and emotionally. “Get out of my room,” I spat, trying to hide my raging hard on. Tears streamed down her face as she retreated back to her room.
I followed warily and watched as she collapsed to the bed crying. Satisfied that I’d recovered my supremacy, I called out. “Don’t touch my stuff or next time you’ll get it worse.”
Emily's body shook with a mix of pain and anger as she lay on the bed, tears streaming down her face. I knew that my callousness and aggression had pierced her already wounded soul, reopening old scars and creating new ones. The weight of my words and actions bore down on her, threatening to crush her spirit. To some extent I hoped they would. If things continued as they had been…
In that moment of vulnerability, Emily could have succumbed to despair, allowing my words to define her self-worth. But as the haze of pain cleared, a newfound determination ignited within her.
Wiping away her tears, Emily took a deep breath and stood before the mirror. As I watched her, a mixture of guilt and realization washed over me. She wasn't broken by my words; instead, I had only managed to startle her. The sight of her reflection revealed a determination and strength I hadn't noticed before. The workouts were working. She resolved herself to intensify her efforts.
I once again retreated to my room feeling a mix of guilt and regret. A few minutes later, the sound of the front door slamming echoed through the house. It was Emily, heading to the gym to continue her relentless pursuit of strength seeking solace and a way to channel her frustrations.
With a renewed determination, Emily immersed herself in her training. She would later recount how the clanging of weights and the hum of the gym enveloped her, providing a sanctuary from the outside world. It was there that she poured her anger and frustrations into her workouts, pushing her body to its limits.
As she lifted the heavy weights, each repetition became an act of defiance. It was a declaration to herself, and to me, that she would not allow my cruelty to silence or diminish her. The pain coursing through her muscles served as a constant reminder of her resilience, fueling her desire to grow stronger, both physically and emotionally.
A part of me wanted to join her, to shed the weight of my own insecurities and become part of her journey of growth. Yet, pride and stubbornness held me back, trapping me in a cycle of self-destruction. To be honest, I probably didn’t have the dedication she held either. So I waited with trepidation for the day that she would become stronger than me and the tables would turn.
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Seems like this story may be losing interest so I may post a chapter of the upcoming that novel that my wife and I are writing instead next time -- but here is another quick entry in the story of Lil' sis
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Chapter 4: A Twisted Dance
Emily's growth was nothing short of breathtaking. The veins that traced across her skin were like a roadmap, highlighting the dedication and sheer power coursing through her veins. Every movement she made radiated confidence and presence, commanding attention from anyone in her vicinity.
How was it possible? As Emily's physique evolved, driven by my own insecurities I couldn't barely bear to witness her physical transformation. Every time I laid eyes on her, my face flushed with a blotchy pink hue, my breath quickened, and a lump formed in my throat. I knew what was coming next—I couldn't help but lash out at her, taunting and belittling her progress, desperate to undermine her newfound confidence.
For some reason she didn’t respond and I tried to let myself feel like I was still in charge but now, any physical violence now seemed off the table. My superiority had become hollow… what is she waiting for to strike back, I wondered?
But Emily didn't crumble under the weight of my hurtful words. Instead, she used them as motivation to push herself even further. I watched as she poured longer hours into the gym. Each repetition was a battle cry, her muscles screaming in protest, and her body strained under the weight. But she persevered. With each passing day, Emily's muscles grew.
As Emily's muscles grew, so did her inner resolve. She walked by me as I teased her letting my insults roll off her back. In the face of my taunts, Emily stood tall, her chiseled physique becoming an impenetrable shield against my words. She no longer sought validation from me or anyone else. Her worth was defined by her own achievements in the gym. Little did I know that she already understood that her strength surpassed my own but was simply using my words as determination to get grow.
Soon enough, her once slender physique level morphed into a mountain of muscularity. Churning, swelling, growing sweaty muscle greeted me when she returned home from her marathon workouts. Emily's hulking size and strength became a visual representation of the battles she fought and the obstacles she overcame.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Emily’s growth seemed to know no bounds. The gym became her sanctuary, a place where she could embrace her true self, free from the judgment of others and use my taunts to push her strength to new heights. And with each passing day, her body continued to transform, reaching new levels of strength and power.
We were going to completely different directions. While my insecurities continued to eat away at me, she was in the midst of her transformation both physically and that of her character. I grew increasingly intimidated and fascinated by her journey and remorseful about my own pathetic behavior– but I just couldn’t stop.
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it's a good story but the lack of attention might be because there has been no development watsoever. so far every chapter can be summarized by he is mean to her so she trains.
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Ravanin.. You're absolutely right - didn't put enough thought into this one bc I'm focusing on my other works - I just sat and wrote - at best it's a rough draft - but here is another section nonetheless.
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Chapter 4: A Twisted Dance
Emily's growth was nothing short of breathtaking. The veins that traced across her skin were like a roadmap, highlighting the dedication and sheer power coursing through her veins. Every movement she made radiated confidence and presence, commanding attention from anyone in her vicinity.
How was it possible? As Emily's physique evolved, driven by my own insecurities I couldn't barely bear to witness her physical transformation. Every time I laid eyes on her, my face flushed with a blotchy pink hue, my breath quickened, and a lump formed in my throat. I knew what was coming next—I couldn't help but lash out at her, taunting and belittling her progress, desperate to undermine her newfound confidence.
For some reason she didn’t respond and I tried to let myself feel like I was still in charge but now, any physical violence now seemed off the table. My superiority had become hollow… What is she waiting for to strike back, I wondered?
But Emily didn't crumble under the weight of my hurtful words. Instead, she used them as motivation to push herself even further. I watched as she poured longer hours into the gym. Each repetition was a battle cry, her muscles screaming in protest, and her body strained under the weight. But she persevered. With each passing day, Emily's muscles grew.
As Emily's muscles grew, so did her self confidence. She walked by me as I teased her letting my insults roll off her back. In the face of my taunts, she stood tall, her chiseled physique becoming an impenetrable shield against my words. She no longer sought validation from me or anyone else. Her worth was defined by her own achievements in the gym. Little did I know that she already understood that her strength surpassed my own but was simply using my words as determination to get grow.
Soon enough, her once slender physiquel level morphed into a mountain of muscularity. Churning, swelling, growing sweaty muscle greeted me when she returned home from her marathon workouts. Emily's hulking size and strength became a visual representation of the battles she fought and the obstacles she overcame.
As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Emily’s growth seemed to know no bounds. The gym became her sanctuary, a place where she could embrace her true self, free from the judgment of others and use my taunts to push her strength to new heights. And with each passing day, her body continued to transform, reaching new levels of strength and power.
We were going to completely different directions. While my insecurities continued to eat away at me, she was in the midst of her transformation both physically and that of her character. I grew increasingly intimidated and fascinated by her journey and remorseful about my own pathetic behavior– but I just couldn’t stop.
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Definitely still interest in this story! Please keep going
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Great development of the story, really interested
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I agree with the rest. This story has been interesting so far and has a lot of potential.
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Again I apologize for the rough - un-edited doc. But took a break from editing my novel for a bit today to write this for those of you interested. Excuse the U-turn in the story
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Chapter 5: A Will of Steel
Haunted by my words, Emily sought a way to break free from the chains of my verbal abuse. Driven by her desire to no longer be a victim, I watched as Emily's transformation accelerated. As she delved deeper into her training, Emily’s determination knew no bounds. Unfortunately, others sensed that desire within her too. As she performed a set of squats to failure one day, racked the weights and put them on again only to fail a second time, she was noticed. A scientist ostensibly working out in the gym was instead looking for ‘volunteers for a special project.’
Emily’s obvious determination came in confluence with the young doctor’s search for a lab rate. Emily’s determination and hatred of failure led her down the the primrose path of taking increasing risks.
Emily thought she had tumbled upon a group of scientists working on experimental performance-enhancing drugs. In reality, they had targeted her. The scientist, Dr. Sophia Rodriguez, was captivated by Emily's refusal to accept failure. Intrigued, she saw an opportunity to harness Emily's relentless drive for her own research. She approached Emily with a seemingly innocent proposition.
"Excuse me. I couldn't help but notice your incredible determination. I’ve been running a little boot camp with some new supplementation that has promising initial results. I believe you have the potential to take it to the next level.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” Emily responded.
“Sorry, I’m probably coming on a little strong,” Sophia responded, “which is kind of ironic given our relative body compositions.”
Emily blinked.
“Well, let me cut to the chase. My name is Dr Sophoia Rodriguez. I’m offering to help you build more strength and far quicker than you have up to now. Would you be interested in joining our program?”
Emily paused, her heavy breaths slowly subsiding as she regarded the scientist before her. "What kind of program?" She inquired with a mixture of skepticism and intrigue.
Dr. Rodriguez's eyes gleamed with excitement as she explained, "We are working on experimental performance-enhancing drugs that have shown promising results in enhancing strength, endurance, and overall physical capabilities. It's a unique opportunity to push your limits and unlock your true potential. However, I must emphasize that this program carries certain risks and unknown consequences. You’d have to sign a confidentiality agreement, but it would come at no cost to you."
Emily hesitated, “But i’ll become stronger.”
“Much stronger,” the doctor grinned.
Emily took a moment to gather her thoughts before finally responding. Blinded by her desperation to escape my demeaning attitude, she made a fateful decision to enter their secretive program, unaware of the potential consequences that lay ahead. "I've come this far on my own," Emily said. "If there's a chance for me to become even stronger, to overcome the obstacles that have held me back, then I'm willing to take that risk. I won't let fear– of anyone– dictate my path anymore."
Between the summer of her junior and senior years, she told my parents and I that she was pursuing a personal journey hiking in the Adirondacks for the entire summer. Instead, her personal journey was far more risky.
In the dimly lit laboratory, Emily stood before the scientists, her heart pounding with a blend of anticipation and apprehension. The air was heavy with a sense of secrecy and anticipation. I watched as they presented her with a syringe containing the mysterious substance, their white lab coats lending an air of scientific authority to the room. The hum of machines in the background heightened the tension, adding to the gravity of the moment.
With a deep breath, Emily braced herself for what lay ahead. She extended her arm, and the needle pierced her skin, delivering the experimental substance into her veins. A surge of energy coursed through her, igniting a fire within. It started as a subtle warmth, gradually building into an electrifying sensation that pulsed through every fiber of her being.
The scientists put in a strength lab honing her physique by day with frequent meals and more “treatments” at night. In the days and weeks that followed, the changes in Emily's physique became unfathomonable. Her body seemed to defy the boundaries of human potential, as if it had been meticulously crafted by some higher force.
Her muscles responded with newfound vitality, growing at an accelerated pace. I watched as her biceps, once defined, swelled with power, each muscle fiber visible beneath her glistening, taut skin. Her shoulders broadened, bestowing her with an imposing presence. The once-slender frame she had known was now adorned with hulking, man-shaming muscles.
But it wasn't just her upper body that underwent a transformation. Emily's legs, once admired for their gracefulness, became a testament to her physical prowess. Thighs grew thicker and more sculpted, rippling with power as she moved. Her calves, once unassuming, now resembled hardened marble, supporting her with unwavering stability.
Dr. Rodriguez, ever supportive and perceptive, recognized the tumultuous journey Emily was undertaking. She provided guidance, not only in terms of physical training but also in fostering mental resilience. Through countless repetitions, grueling workouts, and unwavering commitment, Emily discovered that true strength was not solely defined by the size of her muscles, but their ever increasing size was comforting too.
“You're doing great, Emily,” Sarah said, encouragingly. “Your progress is impressive."
Gritting her teeth as she pressed the entire stack of weights, Emily responded, "I know, Doctor. It's just... sometimes his words still ring in my head. It's hard to let go."
Sarah placed her hand on Emily’s gargantuan shoulders. "I understand, Emily. But remember, his words are a reflection of his insecurities, not your worth. You have the strength within you to rise above it all. Focus on your goals, on becoming the best version of yourself. Get bigger. Pretty soon he won’t hold a candle to you."
Emily took a deep breath, "You're right. I'm going to prove him wrong and protect myself."
Sarah smiled, “That's the spirit, Emily. Harness that fire within you. Let it fuel your determination and your growth. And always remember, you're not alone on this journey. I'm here for you every step of the way."
As the weeks turned into months, Emily's growth seemed to know no bounds. Her body became a living testament to her dedication and the effects of the experimental drugs. At the end of the summer, she arrived home and we barely recognized her. She stood before us, her towering, hulking frame of muscle filled the doorway, casting a shadow that seemed to eclipse everything around her.
Every inch of her body seemed to have burst with power, each muscle group inflated to awe-inspiring proportions. Her shoulders, broad and imposing, stretched out like a pair of massive boulders, ready to bear the weight of the world. Veins snaked across her bulging arms, pulsating with the intensity of her newfound strength. Her arms were now bigger than my thighs, hanging by her sides like King Kong.
My dad, his voice trembling, was the only one who dared even question the transition. "Wh... wh... what happened?" he finally stammered out, unable to conceal his astonishment.
“I’ve blossomed,” she said, stepping into the room withher eyes baring down on me with a weight I’m not sure I could lift that sent shivers down my spine. The floorboards squeaked beneath her as she brushed by me.
My eyes were captivated by her shredded and bulging thighs beneath her cut off jeans.. They had grown to such massive proportions that they surpassed the size of my midsection by a significant margin. Each thigh resembled a mountainous landscape of dense, striated muscle, with veins coursing through them like winding rivers. With each step she took, her colossal thighs rubbed against each other, creating a symphony of muscularity. Her glutes flared, hamstrings bulged, and huge heart sized calves danced as she made her way up the stairs. “See you later bro,” she said as she departed.
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Excellent stuff!
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Wow! Please continue, “see you later bro”sounds so menacing. I have a feeling hes going to get acquainted with those legs he’s so focused on
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This story is picking up. Got my attention. Can’t wait to see how it develops
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Happy to read what she has in mind for her now little brother.
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Here is another small section. Today, instead of editing my book I wrote a true story about my wife and me. I'm not sure I will share because it will take courage to do so-- but we'll see. Gym Girls is almost ready to publish too:
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Chapter 6: On Edge
That night, tension hung heavy in the air but she never did anything. The pressure mounted as I watched Emily return home daily from the gym, her body drenched in sweat, her muscles pumped and veiny. The sight of her towering, hulking frame caused an uneasiness to settle within me, and even our parents gave her a wide berth.
“Yes, sweetie, whatever you need," was always the refrain.
I knew that she had long since surpassed me and it would only be a matter of time before our unresolved issues would reach a boiling point.
Each day, I tested the waters, pushing the boundaries further and further. Slowly but surely I resumed my taunting and she didn’t do anything. But for some reason, I pushed it.
I’m not sure what the logic was behind it, but one day I did the unthinkable. When Emily accidentally bumped into me, nearly toppling me over, I let my anger consume me. In a moment of blind rage, I unleashed a sharp punch at her face and her abdomen, connecting with both. The impact reverberated through me, leaving me with aching knuckles and a profound sense of guilt.
Time seemed to stand still as the weight of my actions sank in. I awaited her retaliation, anticipating a storm of fury and retribution. But instead, I saw shock and confusion etched on her face. A whirlwind of emotions flooded her being—betrayal, anger, and a deep sadness had to be echoing through her soul. It was in that moment that I realized the depth of the wounds I had inflicted upon her. Guilt flooded me.
Through gritted teeth and tears streaming down her face, Emily made a choice. She made an commitment to herself to rise above the darkness that had plagued our relationship. With trembling hands, she wiped away the blood from her split lip and steadied herself.
Wordlessly, she retreated to her room, her silence serving as an ominous declaration. I had earned another hollow victory, but little did I know that it would be my last. The fire ignited within Emily, fueled by her tremendous work ethic, would reshape the dynamics between us forever.
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I’m really liking this story I just wish the chapters are a bit longer. Either way looking forward to the next chapter
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Next chapter will be the start of his new life as little bro.
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Chapter 7 (pt1): Bonds Restored
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I found out from my friends at school the next day that Emily, despite never throwing a punch in her life was detained after class and moved up to the advanced kick-boxing class after her initial evening. With almost superhuman like speed she learned to incorporate well-timed strikes and evasive maneuvers into her repertoire. By the end of her first class she moved up the ranks, knocking out several opponents and then faced the instructor as the class ended. It was a dance of power and finesse and ended unexpectedly. Emily landed a punch with brutal force that caught the inspector off guard and sent him crashing onto the mat with a resounding thud.
"How's it feel to be the little brother in the house?" Pete asked, laughing.
"Like you could do better against her, Pete," George responded, coming to my aid. But it was little consolation. I was hosed. They walked off shortly afterward laughing but I was virtually quaking in my boots.
When I came home that night, after hearing the stories, I was scared silly. I didn't manage more than a peep at dinner as her physique, shimmering with sweat after her most recent grueling workout, looked like it could tear my arm out by it's socket. The once-comedic proportions of her physique had transformed once again into that more akin to the Hulk -- and not the She-hulk.
I could no longer find words to belittle or demean her. The sight of my sister's incredible growth, both physically and mentally, left me in awe and silent contemplation. I had witnessed firsthand the transformation of a once-timid girl into a powerhouse of strength.
One night, when the house was enveloped in a heavy silence, I found Emily standing outside my bedroom door. It was finally her time to address the pain I had inflicted upon her. She stood there, silently outside my ajar door, clearly thinking about my transgressions and ready to inflict her final revenge. While she mused, she flexed until she was pumped almost beyond recognition. Muscles erupted from her body in an awe-inspiring display of thick, raw, power. Her upper arms resembled colossal mountains, their sheer size and definition intimidating me as an onlooker. Each taut muscle fiber of her bloated forearms that dwarfed her fists. The meat of her shoulders seemed to defy gravity as it pushed upward, almost touching her ears. Their sheer mass and rippling striations ready to unleash nearly limitless force.
Finally, she took a deep breath and pushed open the door and entered the room. She immediately commanded the room, exuding an aura of dominance and authority that left me in awe of her incredible muscularity. I looked up, gulping in awe and my dick instantly turned rock hard as her eyes locked with mine. Here was an 18 year old woman who’s face was reminiscent of a sultry model, with piercing eyes and delicate features now juxtaposed against a bodybuilder's physique.
As my gaze shifted from her face to her body, a sense of astonishment washed over me. Every inch of her being seemed to be on the verge of eruption, as if her muscles were pulsating with raw power, demanding attention. The bulging mass of her biceps strained against her skin, displaying an alarming level of size and definition. Veins snaked across her arms, tracing a roadmap of her dedicated training and the immense strength that coursed through her. It was as if her captivating beauty had been seamlessly merged with that of a muscular God, resulting in an awe-inspiring combination that both intimidated and aroused me, awakening a complex mix of emotions I had never experienced before.
I didn't utter a word as I watched her step into my personal space. She seemed even more massive. “James, we’re going to have a talk. I think things are going to change between us. As you might have noticed I’ve been working out a little…” She twirled and showed me her backside.
I was agog. The sight of her back alone was enough to leave anyone in awe, as if it had been chiseled from stone, boasting a remarkable level of detail and muscularity. They seemed to continuously rearrange themselves, as if preparing for the next display of raw power. But her bulging glutes rose outward like two powerful masses, firm and round were maybe even more impressive. Her hamstrings, like giant pipes of muscle, pulsed and flexed with each movement, sending a wave of strength coursing through her body. And her quads, wide and formidable, flared out to either side, like pillars of strength supporting her superhuman physique.
She spun back around and gaze fixated on the impressive bulge of her left bicep. With a mix of admiration and affection, she flexed and planted a kiss on the massive mound of muscle. Her plump lips met the soft, smooth skin with a satisfied pucker, resulting in a resounding, wet SMACK that echoed through the room.
As if responding to her touch and affection, her muscularity seemed to undergo a remarkable transformation. Every muscle in her body appeared to expand and swell, as if they were fueled by an extraordinary surge of energy. Each bulge and ripple seemed to grow to one and a half times its original size, creating a breathtaking display of power and size. Only now did I realize that she hadn’t really been flexing before. It was like a warmup to the main event that was now unfolding before my eyes.
The sight was mesmerizing: muscles bulged and pulsed with a superhuman like presence, showcasing her unfathomable strength and dominance. It was a moment of raw power, as if her body had reached a pinnacle of growth and vitality, leaving me helpless before her.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I huffed, attempting to maintain a facade of indifference. But my reddened face and the unmistakable bulge in my shorts betrayed my true feelings. The sight of Emily's awe-inspiring transformation had stirred something within me, evoking a mix of desire and intimidation.
Emily's gaze bore into mine, her towering presence casting a shadow over me. Her voice carried a mix of sternness and disappointment as she began to speak. Emily, now towering over me with her imposing physique, looked down at James with a knowing smirk. The power radiating from her muscular frame and the confidence in her eyes made it clear who held the upper hand in this encounter. "You can deny it all you want," she said, her voice dripping with dominance. "But I can see the truth written all over you. You can't resist the allure of a strong, powerful woman like me. Can you?”
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Great story so far Richard !
BTW, I just finished your "Old Wounds, New Scars: A FMG Story" that is a terrific story too.
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TY, Jaguar. Wish I could claim credit for that -- but my wife wrote that one and I edited it though I wrote the short story at the end :) https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1063238 I'll finish this one soon in between my final edits of Gym Girls.
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The Secret Life of Gym Girls is now out on Smashwords and within hours on Kindle: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1422927
"I felt light-headed and strange. Confusing ripples of desire cascaded through my body as I watched her muscles grow. I wanted those muscles on my body. I closed my eyes and dreamed of how I’d look with thick columns for legs and huge bicep muscles of my own and smiled. I was intrigued– maybe even entranced by her power. I wanted that power. It consumed me."
Josie has spent much of her adult life in the shadows, catering to the needs of others. Devoting herself to her daughter's special needs, shuttling her to therapy sessions, and tirelessly training clients, Josie barely has a moment for herself. The gym and working out are not only a sanctuary for her, but a means to keep her and her daughter afloat.
The opening of a new gym filled with women seeking physical empowerment stirs a deep desire within Josie. She yearns to be part of this community and sculpt her fit body into a symbol of enduring strength and beauty. Yet this decision to embrace a new life is met with a challenge as Kyle, an old flame, resurfaces in her life at an inconvenient time. Driven to establish a relationship with Josie, Kyle disrupts her budding experience at the gym, forcing her to confront the choice of prioritizing herself. As Josie grapples with responsibilities, temptations, and an insatiable desire for strength, she embarks on a transformative journey into the hidden world of the Gym Girls.
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“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I repeated, my face flushed with desire. Despite my bravado it was clear that the balance of power had shifted.
"James, look at what I've become. Look at the strength I've gained.” She flexed her bicep and growled, “feel it.”
My hand reached out, trembling slightly, as if drawn in by an irresistible force. My fingers tentatively curled around the very top of the immense bulge of Emily's bicep, feeling the hardness and power beneath my grip. The difference between it and my own slender and untrained physique was defeating. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, a confusing mixture of awe and desire intertwining within me.
Her sculpted muscles literally pulsed with power. The room seemed to fill with an electric charge as her incredible muscularity overwhelmed my senses. Every curve and contour of her body seemed to exude an aura of strength.
I shifted uncomfortably, unable to meet her unwavering gaze. I’d belittled and beaten her and I had only worsened my behaivor as she’d grown stronger, trying to maintain an air of superiority over my ‘little sister.’ Now, my teeth chattered slightly, a mix of fear and vulnerability overcoming me.
A surge of conflicting emotions washed over me. On one hand, I was enthralled by the sheer magnitude of Emily's muscularity. It was an undeniable display of physical prowess that ignited a confusing primal attraction within me. Yet, at the same time, I felt a tinge of envy and emasculation, realizing the vast gap that separated us in terms of strength.
My internal struggle intensified as I found myself studying her formidable physique. The sight of her swollen, chiseled muscles awakened a storm of conflicting emotions within me, stirring desires I had never before confronted.
My heart raced, and a flush of heat intensified across my face. I felt a surge of unfamiliar sensations coursing through my veins. I tried to suppress these feelings, struggling to comprehend the complex tapestry of emotions woven within me but her comeliness was just too compelling. I stared blankly.
My sister's physical strength seemed to hold a magnetic pull over me. It challenged my preconceived notions of beauty and femininity and awakened a primal fascination.My heart raced, my mind churned with conflicting emotions.
It was a paradoxical blend of fascination and confusion, as the ideals of beauty and femininity I’d grown up with clashed with the raw power emanating from her physique. My breathing grew shallow, and a tingling sensation traveled through my limbs, betraying my inner turmoil. My gaze lingered on the contours of my sister's muscular physique, drawn to the sculpted curves and proud pecs.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins, amplifying my heart rate and sharpening my senses. My muscles tensed involuntarily. Confusion, like a fog, clouded my mind and affected my physical state. I found myself unwillingly engulfed in a crescendo of arousal. It was an all-encompassing sensation, a maddening symphony of desire. My physical arousal persisted, seemingly independent of my conscious will. A mix of frustration and self-doubt washed over me as I struggled to regain control over my body's involuntary response.
Emily, keenly observed the signs of my arousal watching as I shook. She extended her arm and pointed her finger directly at my sternum. “Now that we know that your the little brother around here what are we going to do?”
I was just pleased that she wasn’t bringing up the elephant in my room– my throbbing crotch. A flicker of vulnerability crossed my face as I met her penetrating eyes. It was as if she saw through the layers of my conflicted emotions, reaching the core of my struggle. “I… I don’t know,” I finally whispered, squinting my eyes shut to block out her image and avoid cumming just by looking at her.
In a voice that carried both strength and compassion, Emily spoke, her words laced with a firmness that brooked no argument. "James," she said, her tone commanding attention, "this arousal you feel, this mix of desire and confusion, it's not an excuse to hurt others or seek power at their expense. Picking on people to make yourself feel better will never bring you true satisfaction."
Her lecturing words hung in the air, their weight pressing upon my conscience. I realized the truth in her admonishment. My misguided attempt to bolster my self-worth, born out of a place of low self-esteem, had in the end cheapened me and built my sister into a goddess.
Swallowing my pride, I nodded, opening my eyes and gazing into her own. "You're right, Emily," I admitted, my voice chastened with a newfound humility. "I've been using my words and actions to mask my own insecurities. I'm sorry."
“James, forgiveness is a process, and it will take time for me to heal from the wounds you've inflicted. But for now remember how your body feels around your muscular sister— and that she’s only going to get bigger. Imagine the power I’ll hold over you. Imagine what I could do to your scrawny body.”
With a deep breath, Emily stepped back slightly, allowing her sculpted muscles to take center stage. She raised her arms slowly, deliberately, and clenched her fists. The sinewy cords of her biceps bulged, their immense size and definition reaching an even greater crescendo. Muscles I didn’t know existed swelled on top of others in a terrifying display of size and might.
The raw strength exuded by my sister's physique was unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. It was an intoxicating blend of beauty and awe-inspiring might, leaving me momentarily speechless.
Emily's eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and a hint of challenge. She flexed her biceps, causing the dense mass of muscle to ripple and harden beneath her skin.
"Feel the power, James," Emily said, her voice tinged with a confident authority. "This strength isn't just about muscles; it's a symbol of resilience, determination, and self-empowerment. It's a reminder that I won't be silenced or put down anymore."
She extended her arm toward me, inviting me to touch the iron-like muscle that now adorned her frame. Hesitant yet compelled, I reached out, my fingertips grazing the hardened contours of her biceps. They felt even bigger— they were even bigger than moments before. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through my body and embarrassment in my crotch. Thankfully, she didn’t notice.
"As I grow stronger, James," Emily continued, her voice taking on a softer tone, "it's not only to exert power over you or anyone else. It's about reclaiming my own strength. You will worship me won’t you?”
I swallowed, “Yes, Emily. You’re… beautiful. You’re amazing. I’m sorry.” She sensed my hesitation, my desire mingling with my regret.
Emily held my gaze… “Maybe not sorry enough, James, but we’ll see. You have lots of worshipping to do.”
My hand trembled slightly as I reached out and began to trace the hardened contours of the outer head of her biceps. The firmness of her muscles beneath my touch sent a surge of electricity through my body, awakening desires that I had long suppressed. I felt a mixture of awe, admiration, and a growing sense of devotion towards my sister's newfound strength. “Anything,” I breathed. “You’re just stunning.” Don’t hurt me, I thought.
A smile graced Emily's lips as she saw the sincerity in my eyes. “James," Emily replied softly, I appreciate your words and your support. I will require a massage of my oiled body daily after my hard workouts. Oiling my body will demonstrate your commitment and loyalty to me, and I value that.”
I gulped, simply awed by the mountain of muscle I saw in front of me.
“Yes, I believe you are man enough for the task." She continue, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes, "But be warned, it won't be an easy job. My muscles are growing harder and stronger every day, and they require a firm and skilled touch to release the tension and maximize their potential."
After that I became Emily's dedicated masseur, learning the intricacies of her muscular physique and using my touch to aid her in recovery and growth.
As Emily's muscles continued to develop, I witnessed firsthand, beneath my fingertips the incredible changes taking place in her body. Every massage session became an intimate ritual of connection and appreciation, though never sexual as my hands glided over the hardened sinews of her muscles, releasing tension and nurturing our healing bond.
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A terrific story, wonderful ! And heart-warming.
Women and girls are so superior to us that, when they have power over us, even great power, they will not abuse it. Instead they will use their powers of peaceful persuasion, charisma, intuition, empathy, and intelligence to help us to want what they want, and to help us realize we are going to do what they want because we want it too.
They are too good for us.
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Generally, I like the setup and the descriptions, great story! But I do have a hard time visualizing how big she has become. How small is his hand on her arm? How much does she look down on him? Any way to visualize their ridiculous comparison would make this even more awesome!