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Quote from: clay99 on Today at 05:50:38 pm

Perhaps even someone like Amazon Nikki could put on 20-30lbs next few years could be an absolute freak at 6ft 200lbs+

That would be Amazon in an Ideal world but it’s hard for someone like her to gain 5-10 pounds. Let alone 30. Haha she is beautiful and strong though

She would need to seriously gear up to do that, it's impressive she's managed to get as big as she is. So I hope she's not tempted.

I met her and I hope she doesn't. She's tall, strong and become extremely dominant over the past few years. In your words, "I hope she's not tempted."

Quote from: clay99 on Today at 05:50:38 pm

Perhaps even someone like Amazon Nikki could put on 20-30lbs next few years could be an absolute freak at 6ft 200lbs+

That would be Amazon in an Ideal world but it’s hard for someone like her to gain 5-10 pounds. Let alone 30. Haha she is beautiful and strong though

She would need to seriously gear up to do that, it's impressive she's managed to get as big as she is. So I hope she's not tempted.

k++

Thanks

Here's an intense one:

Noor's Awakening
Since their parents died, Noor has lived with her brother Malik. He has been making her life a living hell. As she manages to win a tiny sliver of freedom, she uses it to break free and to change her life forever. This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness, futa, gender blending, incest and rape. All characters are at least 18 years old.


The story gets pretty rough, but the masculinity is intense!


Get it here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1567534



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The last words of the funeral prayer were said and the body disappeared under a thin layer of dirt. Malik sighed, wiped his tears away, and adjusted his thawb. Then he walked from the grave. The women were standing around a little further away, veiled and sweating under the dark fabrics. It was a calm day, and there was not a breath of air.

Malik walked up to his wife and his sister and said:

“We’re leaving.”

Noor, his milk-sister, hesitated.

“Brother, can I at least look at the grave once more?”

“No. We’re leaving. We’ve wasted enough time.”

“But …”

“Silence.”

Nadiah, his wife, took her sister-in-law’s hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze. She didn’t want things to escalate again. Despite being only 5’8” and rather wimpy, the man of the house was a sadistic tyrant that made them suffer for every slight, real or imagined. He treated Nadiah better than his adopted sister, but only barely.

Also, there was this unspoken shame …


A few years later, Noor was on her bed, her buttocks high in the air. Half a decade of being fed with all kinds of sugary and fat foods had made her balloon, just like Malik liked it. He was behind her and fucking her asshole with his cock, grunting happily as he penetrated her. His hand was set against the back of her neck and he squeezed it occasionally to prove his point.

Noor was disgusted by this. How could he? Why wouldn’t he leave her alone? He only ever took her from behind so as not to impregnate her, not that she would ever have a son that might hold some claim on her heritage, or become her legal guardian. No. She would never be free. She would exist only for his amusement, so he could make her suffer.

She groaned in pain as he switched positions and sank his fingers into her butt-cheeks, clawing at them as he pounded her harder. In the beginning, he had used some kind of lube, but lately, he went at it raw and with intense brutality. She wondered whether he was really only doing this to hurt her …

Malik growled and came. Noor felt the wet, sticky cum fill her butthole and the sad, out of shape man drop on her back. He gurgled and drooled on her back, then slowly got back up and said:

“Turn around.”

Knowing what would happen if she didn’t, she complied.

“Sit.”

Like a dog, she followed his order. He was standing on the mattress, feeling powerful as he towered over her kneeling form. Noor hated herself. Why couldn’t she free herself of this man?

It was illusory, of course. Malik had every right to do this. She had nothing. She was a woman, and in this part of the Gulf, this meant she was barely better than property. Further by the coast, there were courts and semblances of modern justice, but out here, in the hinterlands? She was just a toy to be played with. Her father had thrown out her mother on some pretext, and she died soon after to fix her family’s honor. This had lead Noor to live with her aunt, Malik’s mother, and since that woman’s death, there was no one left to protect her.

Although, to be fair, Nadiah did her best. She was a gentle soul and tried to temper Malik’s aggression at first. When that didn’t work, she at least attempted to help Noor evade him. It wasn’t much of a success either, but it gave the two women the sensation of at least trying something.

Malik grinned sadistically.

“Lick it clean.”

Reluctantly, the plump young woman opened her mouth and touched the tip of his cock with her lips. It smelled horribly already. This was a new low. If this asshole would use his mind on something good, their lives would be so much better, but all he ever did was become worse.

He glared at her.

“Lick it. Now.”

“But Malik, I don’t …”

She couldn’t even finish the sentence when he reached over for his camel whip and struck her. It wasn’t at full force, but it hurt, forming a burning red streak across her back.

“Lick … it.”

Tears running from her eyes, she complied, hating him with every fiber of her being, but unable to do anything. She cleaned his disgusting appendage, just hoping it would somehow end …


Much later, she was with Nadiah, who was carefully putting an ointment on the red streak on her back. Noor sighed. The cool was a bliss. After hitting her with the whip, he had continued to attack her, then he had forced her to eat from a bowl like a dog. Whenever she tried to stop, he would hit er again, even kick her. Noor had started to cry, but that had only made him laugh. By the end of the ordeal, she was completely desperate and exhausted.

Just thinking of this now made her sigh. She smiled at her sister-in-law, who seemed just as sad about her mistreatment. The plump woman did her best to ease Noor’s pain.

“Thank you, Nadiah. I’m so sorry …”

“You shouldn’t be. I know he is trying to make us hate each other, but I won’t accept it. This is not your choice, but his. His games and his cruelty are wasted.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Bah. We mostly don’t deserve Malik.”

“Shhh. Don’t say it this loudly. He’ll hear us.”

“I doubt it. He is probably in front of the big screen, masturbating to some western whore.” She grinned mockingly. “At least if he finds one that is fat enough for him!”

Nadiah looked at her big belly and her large bosom and sighed.

“I wonder whether I’ll be able to walk by the time I’m forty … At least if things go on like this.”

Noor sighed. Clearly, they were condemned to be forever confined to this place. Suddenly, Nadiah had an idea.

“I may not be able to get out of Malik’s way, but I might have found something that could help you …”


A week later, a very nervous Noor was walking towards the clothing store at the local mall in her full veils. Malik was walking in front, grinning as he looked at the butts of the women they passed. They stepped inside and the manager smiled at him.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

“Peace be upon you. I am looking for a job for my sister here. She is not good for much, and she should earn some part of the food she is eating, especially since she is unmarriable. Would you need someone to assist with sales?”

The manager looked at the chubby, veiled woman and shrugged:

“Can she read and write? Can she do sums and operate a computer?”

Malik nodded vaguely.

“I assume so. If she doesn’t, let me know, I will make sure she learns.”

“Then I take her on trial. If she turns out to be useful, I will take her. And maybe we will still find some suitor for her.”

Malik signed “no need” and replied:

“Don’t worry. My wife just wants her out of her hair, and I don’t feel like wasting time and money feeding her for nothing.”

“I understand.” He turned to Noor. “Go to the back and ask Rania if you can help her. Go!”

Malik grinned:

“Very well. I will send a servant to pick her up later on.”

“Yes, sir.”

Then he left, taking time to walk along the mall to see some more ladies.


Noor proved herself to be useful at the shop and assisted Rania in the workshop, adapting clothes and even helping with sales. The manager stayed off the shop floor for obvious reasons, so she enjoyed being out of reach of any men for a while. Still, Rania proved to be quite the taskmistress, and more than once, she told the servant that Noor hadn’t worked hard enough, which the man dutifully reported. Malik took his usual perverted pleasure in making her suffer for this. To Noor’s surprise, it wasn’t just the whipping and the humiliation that she dreaded. It was the idea of having this stupid little freedom taken away from her and to spend the rest of her life in a cage, being hurt and raped by her brother.

Even then, this little bit of freedom was a godsend for her. When she could help other women try on the various outfits, she felt useful and happy.

Then, one day, a strange woman showed up …


Of course, Noor knew of the western women. Although she did live in something of a cage, she wasn’t completely detached from the world. Her family had taught her that those women were all easy and whores, and that they willfully exposed themselves to everybody. No wonder they ended up all tanned like peasants and slaves.

However, seeing one up close … That was strange and intimidating. The woman was wearing an abaya over her western clothes and had tied up her hair loosely in a scarf, from which quite a few strands poked out. She had also wrapped a belt around her waist, further emphasizing her sinful curves. Strangely enough, Noor was feeling … things with her as she saw her like that. She was so different …

The way she moved, the way she stood, the way she carried herself … It was sinful and unacceptable, but at the same time … Noor felt a kind of warmth within her as she watched her. Was it disgust? Was it envy? Or was it … desire?

She couldn’t put it in words.

“Hi!”

Noor was torn from her confusion and internal struggle when the young woman addressed her with a big smile. Then she blushed, put a hand in front of her mouth and said:

“I’m sorry. Peace be upon you! Did I pronounce that right?”

“Peace be upon you too. Yes, you did.” Noor was surprised by the woman’s warm voice. “How may I help you?”

“Uh … I’m looking for some fancy outfits for a reception? I want to look good and fit in a bit.”

“Oh. What kind of reception do you mean?”

“I work as an engineer for the state company now and the … emir? I guess that’s what he is? He’s inviting the whole team. I don’t think I can show up in a pantsuit, right?”

“A pantsuit? No, madam, I don’t you should.”

“Exactly. So … what outfit would you recommend? Should I go all in?”

“All in?”

“You know, with the face veil thingie?”

“The niqab? Well … you could.”

“I’m not sure. Isn’t that appropriation?”

“I have no idea, madam.”

“I’ll have to try everything! Would you help me?”

“Of course, madam.”

It took a lot of work, but in the end, they managed to assemble an appropriate outfit for the meeting with the emir. It was western enough to not cause any confusion, but still modest.

What shocked Noor, though, was the woman’s shape. All the women she knew were overweight. That was the thing. As soon as you were of age, you were supposed to build up your body to bear big, healthy children and to satisfy your husband, or, as she thought with disgust, her brother …

This woman, though … She was thin and … hard? How did that even work. She had slim and hard muscles all over her body, and yet, she didn’t look like a peasant woman or a slave. Not at all. Instead, she looked elegant. Confident … She was powerful.

Noor was quite sure that no one ever mistreated her. For a moment, a thought flashed across her mind: What if she were strong like that?

The woman smiled:

“Thank you for all the help. I wouldn’t even have known where to start. And these things are a bit difficult to manage …”

The veiled shop assistant snapped out of her dream.

“I’m glad you found what you wanted.”

“Say … You know your way around here, don’t you?”

Noor shook her head.

“I don’t get out much.”

“Oh. Okay. Still, I think you’re a nice lady and I would be really glad to have some female company. People here are so … closed? Would you like to have some tea or coffee with me after work?”


It turned out that it was quite hard for people to say no to Sarah. That was her name. When the servant had shown up after work to bring her home, Sarah had somehow managed to talk the man into a corner, and he had reluctantly agreed to the coffee. He sat in the men’s section, vaguely uncomfortable as the women talked in the family area.

Time flew. Sarah was great fun and she was incredibly relaxed, listening to Noor talking about nothings. The veiled woman couldn’t just tell her what was really going on at home. For all intents and purposes, she lived with her brother until she would get married. When Sarah asked about what kind of a man Malik was, Noor just switched the subject.

Which brought Sarah to ask her whether they could do this again. Noor agreed that she would love to, but of course, she’d have to ask Malik. This certainly confused the engineer lady, but what could she do.

To her surprise, Malik was all for it.

Apparently, he too was invited to that audience, and the project Sarah was in charge of was pretty big and important. Of course, she always had an official male representative in front of her, but Malik quickly deduced that being able to indirectly talk to her would allow him to increase his clout on the emir’s court. That was more than worth it. His family was small and mostly irrelevant, but if he could gain some influence, he would maybe manage to reach the ear of the emir.

Noor was elated. Having some time with Sarah was great, and sometimes, even Nadiah would be allowed to accompany them.

During one of their tea and coffee outings, Noor finally asked:

“Say, Sarah … How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“I … I hope it’s not too forward, but … how come you are so thin?”

“Thin? Oh. Well, I watch my diet and I work out. It’s nothing much, really.”

“Work out? You mean at the company?”

“No, work out as in train. I go to the gym, and I exercise. I have a pretty tough schedule, but it’s great to take my mind off work. You don’t work out?”

Noor blushed behind her veil.

“No, no. Not at all. It’s not something women are supposed to do.”

“Ah. That’s sad. Because I enjoy it a lot. I think you should try it.”

“You think so?”

“It might help you. You’re always so sad … Maybe training a bit would gain you some confidence. The gym I go to has separate areas for men and women, so you should be fine.”

“Okay … I could ask …”

“Don’t. He’ll say no. Your brother is a shitty guy. Just … come with me? I’ll pick you up tomorrow after work, and we’ll go together. Your nanny will have to tag along.”

“My nanny?”

“The guy who’s always looking after you. He’s not exactly bodyguard material.”

“Hm. I’m going to get in trouble.”

“Bah. It’s going to be fine. Besides, I just might get that appointment for your brother.”

“You would?”

“I might? Who knows? Would he risk not getting it?”

Noor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re so confident, Sarah. I can’t believe it.”

“It’s nothing. Just come along, maybe you can pick some up for yourself.”


To Noor’s surprise, she actually had the courage to join Sarah after work. She even picked up one of those sports’ jilbabs they had ordered at some point and which had never sold, as well as some matching shoes and a special training niqab. She felt totally weird to take these things along, but Rania was just happy to be rid of them. Then Sarah took her along, followed by the attendant. Soon, they were at the gym and the man had to wait outside. She got dressed in the new outfit, which was a rather bold baby blue and silver. No wonder no self-respecting woman had ever bought that thing. She tied the weird niqab and went out to meet Sarah.

Then she stood and stared.

Sarah was wearing a pair of skintight pants and a top that left her belly exposed. Dancers sometimes wore stuff like that, but … those were not honest women. Besides … they never looked like that. Noor could see six hard blocks of muscle on her friend’s stomach.

“Wow.”

“You like the look?” Sarah ran her hand over her sixpack. “That was a lot of work. It’s also hard to maintain, but I think it’s worth it.”

“It’s so strange … If I had a belly like that …”

“Well, then let’s get to work. You’re not going to earn it by waiting around.”

“But …”

“Go! With your outfit, you’re going to build up a nice sweat in no time!”


That evening, Noor was exhausted. She barely managed to do her chores, then dropped on her bed. Malik was irritated by the fact that she was so tired. While they ate, he asked Nadiah:

“What’s up with her? Is she sick?”

His wife shrugged:

“I don’t think so, husband. She was like that when she came home from work.”

“From work? Hm.” He snapped his fingers at Noor. His sister tensed and looked at him nervously.

“Yes, brother?”

“What happened at work?”

“I … It was just work. I worked. It was a lot. I am sorry …”

“Hm. That sounds bad. Don’t overdo it. I need you here. This is important, work is not.”

She had nodded vaguely and finished her meal.

And now, she was lying on the bed, beginning to drift away into sleep. She thought of Sarah. That woman … How could she be so confident? How could she dare just do things like that? How could she look like that?

Noor wished she could too …


To her surprise, Sarah showed up again the next day, but in the morning.

“Hi! Did you sleep well?”

“Like a log. I was so exhausted!”

“Oh, just you wait. You haven’t seen the rest of it.”

“What? What’s going to happen?” Noor was suddenly very nervous.

“Tomorrow, you will have the worst, and I tell you, the worst ache ever.”

“What? But why?”

“Because you really strained muscles yesterday. And now, they’re repairing themselves.”

“Okay … That doesn’t sound nice.”

“Don’t worry. That’s necessary to build your body. You have to make it suffer to grow stronger.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. And you have to eat enough. A lot.”

“I thought I wanted to lose weight?”

“You have to eat the right things. So I brought you this.”

She handed her a bag full of boxes.

“I made sure these are halal and everything. Just eat them on the scheduled times. I’ll teach you how to prepare food to get fit.”

“Okay … There’s a whole science to it, isn’t there?”

“Oh yes! It’s a perfect nerd thing.”

Behind her veil, Noor smiled. She liked books and immersing herself in a topic. Maybe this would be even more interesting. Sarah grinned:

“Shahiyat tayiba! Did I pronounce that right?”

Noor made a vague gesture, but Sarah just added:

“I’ll see you after work.”

“Wait … we go again?”

“Every day, from now on. Be ready!”