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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: The Raven on December 17, 2023, 01:43:58 am
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Passing on a Passion
Synopsis
A widow discovers her husband's secret love of muscles and finds her own passion for muscles, especially when she gets access to a special muscle growth treatment.
This is a mutual muscle growth story, containing big male and female muscle. There will be no explicit violence in this story.
Any feedback or questions are 100% welcome. And please enjoy.
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Chapter 1
I'm not sure where the best place to start this story is, but probably the day I met my husband would be the best. We met in a local yoga class. I had joined with a bunch if friends 6 months before he first started, although at that time, I was the only one of my friends still sticking it out. He got recommended the class from his physiotherapist. He'd injured his leg falling down a flight of stairs and the physio recommended him yoga to increase his flexibility which should help reduce the chances of a reoccurring injury. At least, that's what he told me. He told me then it was mandated for him.
He was so nervous when he first showed up and struggled to do even the simplest of forms. I couldn't help but laugh at his attempts, and that cute bashful look he made when he was doing them. I actually did feel bad about it, you know embarrassing him more by laughing at him. I wasn't a heartless monster, but I just couldn't help it. His clumsy nature was just adorably funny. It took me a few weeks before I could muster up the courage to actually apologise to him.
He daringly asked me out for coffee, as a way for me to apologise to him. The cheeky sod. How could I turn him down with all my built up guilt. Turns out we had a few things in common and we really enjoyed each others company. Even making our post yoga coffee a weekly thing. These coffee dates even lead to some regular dates, even fancy dinners.
We continued our joint yoga classes until the instructor recommended me for a more advanced class. We knew this would be the end of our long standing routine, but he suggested we try doing a spin class together. I wasn't sure about it at first, but I quickly grew to love it. Him? Spin wasn't so much for him either. But he stuck it out for more than a year so we had this weekly routine.
We'd been dating for years and I basically lived at his place when he finally proposed to me, and that alone is a story. I'd like to say I jumped in joy screaming “Yes” but I actually froze. I couldn't speak for nearly a minute. He always said that was the scariest minute of his life. Not surprised with that atmosphere.
We got married sooner than we first wanted or planned to. His mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer so we sped up our plans. This meant a few of our friends couldn't make the ceremony, including his first choice for best man, but his mother got to see her only child get married. It was a beautiful day, he was so dashing and I looked stunning in that dress. We were both glad she got to be there for the day, she was an amazing woman. She tragically passed away 23 days after the wedding.
We delayed our honeymoon by 6 months to him time to grieve, and almost 9 months to the day our honeymoon ended, we had our lovely little girl Daisy.
After giving birth to Daisy, my life started to spiral out of control. I suffered from postnatal depression. I had to quit my job from all the stress and I started to put on weight. Yoga and exercise were just gone from my life, as was sex. My husband was perfect in being a father and a supporting husband. But in hindsight, I can tell you the physical passion was gone.
This wasn't a short process. I'm not afraid to say I sought counselling. It took time. And I did get better. My husband never judged me for any of it and I can say I love my husband and my daughter with all my heart.
I stayed a house mum for a few years, working on myself. I managed to get my weight under check, but the yoga and exercise didn't come back. I was too busy raising my daughter. I got back to work when Daisy was starting school. Just a clerk job for a local government office. We didn't need me to work. We inherited a house and a sizeable some of money from my late mother in-law. I just felt I needed to do something while Daisy was at school now.
But then our life changed drastically again, shortly after Daisy turned 9. My husband died.
The last few days with will always stay in my memories. He was acting strange. Very strange. We had been getting distant with each other over the last few months of our time together and he'd been spending more time at work and with friends. Unless it was time with Daisy of coarse. He never missed a moment for our little angel.
2 days before the accident, he was so excited about something. He truly looked happy all morning. Yeah, all morning. By the evening, he seemed nervous, even scared. I just kept thinking he was having an affair and it was probably some lovers quarrel. I had no interest in prying. He was Daisy's father. And even if he didn't love me any more, I know he would stay with us. For Daisy.
I didn't cheat on him, in case that's what your thinking. It wasn't that I never had the thoughts, just. I didn't have the confidence, my self esteem at that time was non-existent. So to even try let alone follow through, was impossible. I just redirected any of those thoughts into being a good mother. I later learned how unhealthy this mentality was.
He was still his nervous self when I last saw him. He was due to fly out for some company conference. He'd be back in only a couple of days. It shouldn't have been that important a day, but I've never forgotten the last words he said to me.
“Hey, Honey. I've. I've got something really bi........important. To tell you. I'm really sorry. About a lot of things. But I promise. When I get back. I, I'll explain everything. And, if you hate me or want to leave. I'll understand. And I swear, I'll always be there for both you and Daisy. For anything, everything..............Sorry.”
|He ran out the door to his Uber before I could even process what he'd said to me let alone respond. And by the time I came to my senses. It was clear to me, he'd had an affair. And he wanted to come clean. I was devastated. I thought I'd prepared myself for this. That I'd accepted this truth. But I hadn't. And before I could even get myself together. I got a phone call from the hospital.
I rushed to the hospital as quickly as I could. But it didn't matter. He died before I made it there.
An overworked truck driver fell asleep at the wheel and ran a red light. It struck the passenger side of his Uber. There wasn't even any comfort with how.......he died. He was conscious for hours, in pain until the ambulance arrived.
I didn't know how to feel for a long time. I had to push down my feelings while I arranged the funeral, and stay strong for Daisy. I quickly packed up and stored all his things and arranged a speedy funeral. I just needed it to be over. It's honestly my biggest regret. So many things would have turned out for the better if I'd just slowed down, or just started digging sooner.
I'm really sorry. I know now he did nothing wrong or had anything to be ashamed of.
Even now, I still miss you David. My beloved husband.
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A nice start! Really sets in the character and the tone of the story.
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Thanks man.
I've currently got the first 20 chapters written. It is a bit of a slow start but the “fun” stuff really kicks off about chapter 5. I'm currently editing the early chapters to get them out quickly. I'm trying to release the first few chapters as quickly as possible but then plan to release weekly after that.
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Chapter 2
It was the second time in my life I needed counselling. It took me longer than I want to admit to actually accept any help this time. Or even admit I had any problems. It really showed me how much he really was supporting me.
At the funeral, one of David's friends told me he'd help push through my husband's life insurance policy. I never even knew he had one, but getting that money for me and Daisy was all I could think of after hearing that. No outside mistress was going to take anything else from us was running through my head. Not this time I thought. The policy was larger than I expected. He developed formulae for toothpaste, why was the policy so high? But that didn't matter, that sum and the money we saved from his mother would be enough for Daisy and me to get by for the rest of our lives. Well as long as we were frugal and invested wisely, that is.
It took some time but I learned to take time for myself, time to find myself. I got back into yoga and started running. I started to learn about investing and economics. I couldn't let our nest egg collapse on us now.
It was more than 4 years since David passed away. Our lives were stable. Daisy was going to graduate into a new school this year. I'd recovered my fit figure, looking and feeling better than I did a decade ago. I'd pushed on ahead with my life. I only thought about the positive memories with David now. I wanted Daisy to love her father. Respect him. So I never brought up the things that happened between us before he died. Heck, I was barely thinking about them at the time.
Until I got a message from an old friend of David.
[Recorded Message]
Hi, uhm. I'm not sure if you'll remember me. My name's James. James Stewart. I'm an old friend of David's. I'm uh, really sorry. I missed his funeral. I, never gave my condolences.
[audible deep breathe]
I'm so sorry for your loss. David was a great guy. He was like a brother to me. I couldn't make it be.... No. I don't want to make excuses. I was away, but I should have reached out sooner. And not like this.
I know it's been a few years since David's passing, but I have to ask, if you still have any of his things.
You see, well. I'm not sure what David told you, but. Well there was a group of us. Including David and myself. We were working on a project.......... and well, we couldn't finish it without him.
So, I'm kind of hoping you had some notes of his, still left behind or maybe he left something in his journals? You know, if you still have them.
Anyway. Sorry for asking this from you, especially how out of the blue this is. I'm really, really sorry, but even if you don't have any or can't find anything, just letting me know would be a huge help.
I'm sorry.
[Beeeep]
I never knew he kept a journal. Even more of his life that I didn't know. Married more than 10 years and yet he hid so much from me. I do understand why now but then, it just added to the heartbreak.
After getting over the shock and collecting my thoughts, I decided to call James back before searching through my husband's things. I wanted to confirm some things. I didn't want to go out of my way to find my worst fears being true. How can I look at Daisy, knowing for certain, the worst parts of her father, and then lying to her about him. I didn't think I could do that. Still don't, if that was my reality. I'm so thankful that wasn't the case.
I took a few days to collect my thoughts before calling him back. I recorded my first call to James. A small part of me was worried that he might be a scam artist. James never did make it to our wedding or David's funeral and David didn't talk about him much. I needed to be careful.
[Recorded conversation]
Hello?
Hi, James? This is Cassandra, David's......... wife.
Oh, Cassi! Hi. Thanks for getting back to me.
Hmph, you really think you can just use a nickname for me?
Hehe. Sorry. David never used your full name. It was always his beautiful Case, or Cassi for everyone else.
I didn't call to catch up. Jeez, I don't even know you. David barely talked about you.
Yeah. I can see that. But he never stopped talking about you. He wouldn't stop complaining in the last few months about how late he was getting home. How much he wanted to be with his girls.
So. That's why he was coming home so late? He did say he was “working”.
Yeah. David was a genius. And a real hard worker. Except when came to you and Daisy. He'd throw it all away just for a few more minutes with......
I have to ask. Did.......... Did David ever.......... Cheat on me.
Huh? Okay. Now I can't say with ,100% percent certainty, that he didn't. Why would you think that anyway? I can't even imagine him ever cheating on you. Hell, when would he have had the time. He spent so much time on our project, working and with you girls. And all he ever wanted was to be with his girls.
Why?
What?
Why did he lie to me? About some, stupid project with his friends?
[long silence]
Because he he was embarrassed.
Huh?
What we were working on. It's not something people feel that comfortable talking about sometimes.
He was going to tell me. He said, before he left that morning. That he'd tell me everything. He was so nervous. Terrified, I think.
[long silence]
Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm not surprised. I'm sorry, for your loss.
Thank you.
I'm sorry but I have to ask. Do you, still have any of David's things?
I've still got everything. I just packed it all away. And I still haven't opened any of it up again, before you ask. I needed to be sure that you were genuine. And, that David was genuine.
I see. Well, only if you're up for it. Could you look for any of his research? Or if you'd like, I could do it for you.
No offence, I don't trust you. Yet. I'll look through his things. Then we'll see. Is there anything I should specifically look for?
Look for Hishugs. Sorry, HSHGS. That was our personal nickname for it, or just 'the project'. I don't think he'd call it anything else.
Okay.
While searching for this.................. You may find out things about David. I just ask, that you don't change how you feel about him if you do.
I'll call you again after I look through his things. Maybe.
There's no rush for this. Just, look whenever you feel ready.
Thanks.
[end of recording]
I later found out James was my husband's original best man. They met at university and were best friends until he died. James later told me abut his shitty job that forced him to work during our wedding and even over David's funeral.
I started to unpack my husbands things shortly after the end of the call. It took me some time but I did find a bunch of journals. One of which, wasn't full. And the last entry, was 2 days before he died.
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Chapter 3
A muscle fetish. That's the big secret, or at least the core of it.
I'd taken my time going through his journals. He started them at University after he met his friends with a shared 'passion'. They'd been working together since he was 18 years old on their special project.
I was honestly confused for a couple of days. But he explained everything with such detail in his journals. He truly loved me. He developed a crush on me for my abs and toned arms in our yoga class. He wasn't even mandated to yoga, he was given a choice. And he even joked about 'meeting a girl' there who was so beautiful, but a little mean. He confessed that he didn't like it when I laughed at him in yoga class, but then he was so glad that a girl as beautiful as me was paying him any attention. What a dork.
They explained everything. There was no affair. He'd made a major breakthrough with the project so he was focussing on that. Heck, even the lack of sex was explained in detail. He was struggling to get it up with my weight gain and felt so guilty about feeling that way and not being able to please me. What a fool. A sweet, sweet fool.
Boy, would he love to seen me I thought as I read his journals. With how I am me now? I can only imagine what he'd think, or feel. I was more toned than I'd ever been at that time. I was even starting to show some biceps.
His love for me and Daisy was clear and absolute. He even mulled about giving me some miracle wait loss supplement he and his buddies developed when working on their 'project'. There was even a plan to sneak some of into my food. But then he spent the next few weeks beating himself up for even thinking about doing it without my consent.
There wasn't any specifics to the project in his journals. The most important find was in his last 2 entries. He did make that major breakthrough. He claimed he'd solved it. That's what had him on cloud 9 that day. And then the internal conflict he had with finally telling me everything. And I mean everything.
He wanted both us to take the muscle growth treatment he'd developed and knew that the only way to achieve this dream was to come clean with me. And he was scared I'd refuse. Even more terrified that I'd leave him over his fetish.
It wasn't until I checked his laptop that I found the full scope of his desires. If I hadn't read his journals before. If I hadn't lost him, hated him, loved him. I wouldn't have been so accepting as I was. I can assure you that. He liked muscles, especially on women. And he loved big, huge, enormous muscles even more. Boy, if he could see me now.
When I opened his laptop, I started searching for more on his sexual interests. He had folders full of artwork, comics and even full novels all to do with muscles. I knew after browsing through this stuff, I had to accept that this was his desires. This was a side to him I never knew before but had to accept. And I also learned, that I wanted to understand him better.
I also found his research on the laptop. It was everything James and his friends wanted. It had the chemical formulae, the affects, the treatment process and most importantly, how to make it. And it wasn't easy.
It was nearly a week between my first call to James and second. I needed the time, partially to digest everything I've learnt and to also figure out what kind of deal I wanted to make with James.
We agreed to meet at a coffee shop during the weekend. Daisy would be at hockey practice giving us plenty of time to talk. She had hockey practice twice a week, once on a weekday and the other on the weekend.
I didn't know what to expect about James before our first meeting. I shouldn't have been surprised to see a small, thin man with ruffled dark hair. He reminded me a lot of David when I saw him.
Both of us were tense for the first few minutes, almost like 2 shy people on a first date.
I knew before I handed over the data, I had to negotiate my place. I wanted in on this project. This was, and still is, in my mind my husband's legacy. And I had a right to his share of any benefits. So I spoke up first, demanding he tell me everything.
James carefully explained to me who were all in the team and what they brought to the project.
James was an engineer, specialising in medical equipment. He'd be acquiring the equipment necessary to produce the drug and calibrating/modifying the machines. The group picked him to be the one to contact me since we'd actually met twice before. I wouldn't even recognise him anyway since he'd taken David's weigh loss drug and lost over 75lbs of fat over the years.
His brother Alan was a medical doctor who'd be looking out for any negative side effects from the early recipients and to create the clinical trials. He also completed drug trials for David's miracle weight loss drug. He's hoping to get it on the market within the next 2 years. He has his own practice only an hours drive away from my house.
Richard Epcot was the money behind the project. He was born into wealth but still worked in finance while doing other entrepreneurial work. Rich is a multi-millionaire with more money than anyone really knew what to do with. He's actually the one who started the project. He overheard James and David talking about a muscle growing drugs. When he heard the biggest problem they had was money, he barged in to the talk and said “I'm in”. I still can't believe that's how all this started. He's also the one who gave us David's sizeable life insurance policy.
The last one is Colin Wickerton, we all call him Wicks, who still works in market research. Rich is the one who brought him in. He specialises in making predictions and mathematical models. David had used the software and modelling formulas Wicks made to test his “treatment”. Wicks was the most sociable of the group but his love for huge muscular men kept him in the closet for many years. He's the one who actually got the project restarted after all these years when he found some lost data of tests David had done before he died.
I was honestly shocked to learn all of this. My first thought was why didn't David introduce me to his friends? I mean, they'd been working on this project for years before David and I even met. How did none of them make it to our wedding? And why was Wicks the only one at the funeral? He only said he was a colleague of David's and that he'd help with the life insurance policy! Geez, there has to be limits to these things.
The group rarely met up in person. Mostly communicating through prepaid phones and burner emails. They actually found the “cloak and dagger” part of the project a fun little game as well as a tool to hide things from any significant others. James really regrets missing the funeral but his actual work had him fly out to Taiwan at the time. I could understand but even to this day he still regrets it.
So now, I should explain more specifically what my husband's “treatment” was. Well, it was the time I explained it to the group. David actually made a retro-virus that improved the human body. It wouldn't actually directly increase muscle mass but made it easier for people to gain it and incredibly difficult to lose it. As long as you consumed enough calories and exercised, your muscle would grow. And if the data is accurate, faster than being on a strong steroid cycle too. It would also reduce the body's natural limiters on muscle development, meaning they could grow even bigger than the current heights of muscle mass.
The treatment treatment process wasn't even that complicated. To get the maximum efficiency you just need a weekly injection for about 6 months. More frequent intakes, especially in the early stages, can cause the body to 'reject' the treatment. Some people can fully adapt to the retro-virus within 5 months but most people it would be in the 5-6 month range. Taking further doses after the body has fully adopted the treatment provides no further benefits or major side effects. The other major affect will be a 2nd puberty effect during the late stages of the body adopting the drug. The only way the treatment would fail is if you take too much of too quickly or had your shots too infrequently. The body would then reject the treatment and it would never work on you again.
The team agreed that I was now in the group and I would be informed of all the progress and receive any and all benefits that entailed. I handed over a copy of all of my husband's final research.
I'm not going to lie here, I was interested in the treatment at the time. But I wanted to be cautious when changing my own biology like that. Besides it took nearly a year to make the first few doses and Alan wanted some other testing done before anyone went through with the treatment.
It was 18 months after my first face to face meeting with James, that the men in the group started the treatment. During that time I'd made Alan our family's primary physician to have another contact in the group but we still primarily contacted each other with the disposable phones. They really loved this cloak and dagger stuff.
I'd started to look at things differently and was even going to gym more often, lifting more weights and developing some tight, defined muscles. I was starting to understand the appeal of a muscular physique, although not to my husband's extent. I felt really good and every time I looked in the mirror I couldn't help but think 'I look hot' especially when looking at my muscles.
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Chapter 4
Life was going great over those months. Daisy was turning 15 next month and the boys treatment would be finishing soon. At this point I'd been bitten by the muscle bug as people would say. Any growth I had slowed over the last 6 months but I knew I'd be taking the treatment soon. My arms had only cracked 12” last month and I wanted them bigger. Much bigger.
I'd also noticed Daisy was really getting keen on fitness too. She'd always loved her sports and even competed in our local girl's Hockey team. I'm always so proud going to her games and watching her play. I don't know much about Hockey but from what the other parents and her coach tell me, she's really good. She also competed for her school in athletics, even winning medals in multiple running events.
Well, then the day came when I got a message from James. I was expecting it since the treatments should roughly be finished by then but what I got was.
[Problem with the treatment. Need to meet. ASAP]
Not what I was expecting. I hadn't seen James over the past 2 months and was getting concerned about what problem they'd found or if James and the guys were even safe.
I invited James over to my house the next day since Daisy was at school and by god I couldn't have recognised him from the last time we met. He reminded me of this Rich Piana guy I saw on the internet with those huge arms. And I remembered always looking down at him but now he's more than a head taller than me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
I clearly remember the first few words we spoke to each other.
“Hi Cassi. Wow, you're looking great”
I was just wearing some of my casual gym gear. I just loved showing off my arms and shoulders. Still do.
“Me? Look at you! You're fucking huge!”
And his reply was a big grin and flex of his huge bulging arms and pecs.
I quickly invited him in and we got to talking. I needed to know what the problem was, especially when I could see those results.
He told me what the guys were up to with the treatments. Each one was trying a different level of exercise while going through the treatment to see if that made any changes. Light, reasonable, extreme and no exercise.
Alan being the doctor did no exercise at all, wanting to get a reliable base line. James showed me some photos and Alan didn't really look any different, maybe a little more lean. Turns out he'd gained about 15 pounds as his muscles and bones had become more dense but it clearly didn't show.
Next was Wicks who did the light exercise regime. He doesn't actually want big muscles himself. He's hoping to “Frankenstein” his own muscle daddy. His words, not mine. Well, his photo was him in a posing suit and he's fucking shredded! Muscles and veins everywhere. They were super model muscles and all he did was walking and once a week cardio. Damn this treatment was effective.
I had my expectations on Rich after this and I was not disappointed. He looked like a bodybuilder. James only showed me a torso shot but Rich was looking great. I knew I had to go through with the treatment now. Nothing would stop me.
James didn't need to show me his photos. I could see the progress very clearly.
So then, what was the problem? Turns out all of them were far heavier than predicted and also significantly stronger. Heck., James current strength was near super-human. He was dead-lifting the world record weight, for reps.
I understood the problem. David had developed a super-soldier treatment. We couldn't mass market this treatment without creating dangerous consequences, heck even underground marketing could go wrong. The treatment would just have to be a personal and people we trust product. A part of me was disappointed that a future revenue source would be gone, especially since I'd be need some new income streams. Food can be expensive, especially a lot of it.
The whole team agreed that we couldn't sell it. James apologised and knowing of my disappointment. I still let him know of my desire to take the treatment and wanting to go through it with Alan administering the injections.
In hindsight, it was so cute. James started to sweat profusely as he divulged some other effects the boys had. Only Rich and James had any significant height growth but they all experienced growth in both their penis' and testicles. And this came with a very heightened sex drive.
It was years before David died that I last had sex, and I could clearly see his large bulge expand in his shorts. Even with his increased size, he was still James and I had to take the initiative. I sat on his lap as I began to massage his pecs and shoulders. He was about to speak before I kissed him with some force and ask him to “take me”.
He stood up so fast and carried me to my bedroom as if I weighed nothing. He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough he practically ripped them off his body. His huge muscles, exposed to the world. And that penis. That monster fucking cock.
He was about to climb on the bed when stopped him. Asking for a little, or should I say big, show while I stripped down for him. I remember seeing a quick pulse from his monster when I revealed my abs.
After a wide spread of his muscled wings, a thundering shake of his tree trunks and a flirtatious dance from his pecs, I invited him into the bed. He crawled up the bed and kissed his way my shredded legs, paying deep attention to my thighs until he found his prized jewel. And he cleverly decided to wait, moving his lips to my tight six pack abs. I flexed them harder than ever before as I felt his penis rise up my leg.
The foreplay continued for a few more minutes as we flexed and kissed and kissed and flexed until his beast was spewing pre-cum. We both knew it was time. James took it slow with his first penetration, being as gentle as a giant with a massive meat stick can be. His thrusts were shallow at first but gradually went deeper. I tried working my kegel muscles to increase his pleasure but it was also blowing up mine.
I barely remember the first orgasm. I came just before he did giving him time to pull out. I hadn't taken birth control in years and James clearly didn't have a condom of his size. I never even thought about the mess I'd have to clean up later.
After I'd cooled down from that high, I noticed James was still erect, very erect. It was time for round two, and this time, I'd be on top. I remember the first time I rode that beast. We measured it at a much later time and it was longer 16.5 inches and more than 3” around.
The ride was some pleasurable, hard work but I knew just how to finish him off. I reminded him I'd be going through the treatment. And asked him to imagine me working out as hard as him, maybe even harder and could feel the effects as he expanded inside me.
I'm damn lucky I didn't get pregnant that day. We fucked for more than 40 minutes that day. Not the longest sex session we've had together but pretty intense for our first time together. He was nice enough to clean up his 'personal' mess without me even asking him. Wait, that was your first time James? Really?
We had a long talk afterwards. I told him how I felt about David and had decided to never marry anyone else. If we wanted to start dating or just stay friends, with special privileges, we could. We stayed friends for a while but did settle down together. He became my partner, but David will forever be my husband. I wouldn't even have the life I do without him.
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Incredible. Can't wait for the next installment.
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This is wonderful. K+++
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OUTSTANDING start!! :bravo:
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As someone into male and female muscle growth, this is incredible!
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Great start! Can’t wait to see where it goes!
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Thank you so much for all the support. It really helps motivate me to keep going. It actually got me through a bit of writers block. It's so appreciated. So thanks again.
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Chapter 5
Alan, James and I all met up a few days later. Rich and Wicks were also on video chat with us. This was the first time all 5 of us were talking together at the same time. We were trying to decide what to do with the treatment beyond our personal use. I was also getting my first injection and planning my workout routine and diet.
We'd narrowed our options down to 3. Shelve the treatment, sell it to the military or continue the project to make the treatment less effective.
I think Wicks was the only supporter of selling it to the military. I just remember his ridiculous reason. “So we get to inspect all those super buff soldiers and marines”.
I knew my vote didn't mean much since I couldn't really contribute anything new so I planned to abstain if possible.
Rich put up the most for this project and was now coming out empty handed. He didn't seem to care about the money but showed more concern for everyone's safety.
Adam was keen to work on lessening it's effectiveness. He was very interested in the other possible benefits we had yet to discover.
This really left the ball in James court, and I was impressed with the detailed solution he conjured up so quickly. He suggested we try to make money from some of the side products made in the project and use that money to fund the further research into the treatment. Rich could try and get us another bio-chemist. While Adam and Wicks could maybe tinker with the treatment. This left James and I to be the 'moneymakers' as he put it. I questioned his madness but he said he'd catch me up when he checks his ideas with Alan and Wicks.
Wicks wanted more real world data to help his computer models. So Alan recommended his wife and Rich some of his closest personnel to go through the treatment. Wicks wanted his current boyfriend but Rich immediately rejected that. Wicks is a bit of a flake when it comes to relationships and we should be very careful in our current circumstances with any of his partners. We were lucky he found his special mister so soon.
I made sure to get my workout plan with James and diet plan from Alan before I left. James learned exercise from a personal trainer he hired before his treatment and passed on all of his experience to me. I still wasn't sure how intense to go with the muscle building, but there wasn't any hurry for me to decide though. It turns out that activity in the first 2 months has little long term effects.
I decided to increase my general exercise rate but not go into James' full madness workout regime, even he didn't start as hardcore as he went by the end. I went up to 3 gym workouts a week with daily runs and a weekly yoga session. That should be good and I want to stay flexible I thought.
I was so glad I had the finances to not work at this time but with all my increasing expenses, I'd probably start struggling in 10 or so years. Going back to work would only become more difficult the longer I stayed unemployed. I luckily didn't stress about this for long as James assured me with his 'moneymaker' solution, I'd also be receiving some additional incoming on top of my share of the profits with his plan.
I didn't feel many changes over the first 2 months, as expected. My stamina was increasing and I'd get bigger endorphin highs from straining myself with exercise, which was becoming harder to get with my stamina boost. I knew from the guys that month 3 was when the real changes were going to begin. I had already been increasing my calorie intake quite significantly by this point yet my abs and other muscles only looked tighter. This was muscles getting denser from the increased calories.
James came over to my house the day after my 8th injection, bigger than he was before. He'd suggested that we take my measurements before things really got started, especially if I was going to go hard. He told me this with a cute stutter and blushing cheeks. This muscle bound titan can be so cute sometimes. Daisy had hockey practice after school that day so we could really take our time with my measurements, and maybe, some other activities.
Starting with my height, 5'7”. We knew I'd start going through a 2nd puberty next month until the end of the treatment so we knew to check for any changes in that too. My weight was a downright tight 123 lbs. My biceps were 12”, matching my calves, and my thighs were almost 17”. All that with crushing abs on a 20” waist.
We tried measuring him too that day but a tryst to the bedroom happened before we finished. Which ate up s significant amount of our time together. God damn I was loving that enormous chest of his and his hulking biceps.
2 years before this I never would have imagined muscles turning me on the way they did then, let alone now. And now it was time for me to seriously start growing my own too.
Throughout the next month, my body made some significant changes. Weights got easier to lift, I was increasing both my reps and sets weekly. I was obsessed with looking at myself in the mirror. Multiple times a day, which only on by my next measurement session did I realise was making me not 'see' my growth. I was even questioning whether I was growing or not over that month.
Measurement day become a ritual of sorts for me and James over my treatment. We'd take my measurements before a quick flight off to my bedroom. I was skipping my daily runs these days for this far more pleasurable cardio.
All my measurements were up this month except my height, not much up. My weight shocked me the most. I was up 21lbs, yet my abs looked better than ever. Turns out my muscles are starting to increase in density. This all really surprised me that day, I never thought I looked that different.
That's when James pointed out my obsession with my reflection. With hot body like mine, who wouldn't be obsessed? But we put a 'ban' on mirrors. It wasn't a total ban. We didn't remove all the mirrors in my house or anything extreme like that. Just a mental ban for me to stop obsessing with myself in them.
By the end of month 4, I was clearly bigger. I couldn't hide changes this coming this quickly. So I came to 2 big realisations that month. The first was that I'd have to change gyms soon. I'd been going to the same one for years. People know me there and that could lead to questions. The other? I was going to start going for James' hardcore routine. Daily full-body workouts, targetting every muscle group. I was just becoming more obsessed with my muscles and needed them bigger.
A major benefit from the treatment was a significantly faster recovery time. Making exercise easier and more rewarding. The guys were reaping in these benefits too. Alan and Rich were seriously buffing up at this time too and I'd heard Alan's wife Amanda had started the treatment. I just love were this went, but that's a later story.
For the last year or so, I always remembered Daisy's head inching above mine. It was this month I realised that wasn't the case any more. My height had increased by an inch and a half. This 2nd puberty thing was no joke. I was getting some serious looking muscles now, my biceps were even exceeding 14”. But really it was my weight spiking up, by 38lbs! All of it in height and muscle mass/density.
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Chapter 6
It was before the end of my 5th month that I decided to come clean with Daisy. Well, my hand was kind of dealt for me, and I didn't exactly divulge everything. I didn't tell her about the treatment, just that I was working out more and was really enjoying it. I told her that I was probably going to get bigger. My god this talk was so embarrassing. Not as bad as the sex talk I had with her when she had her first period but still bad. She was about as nervous as me though which helped, a little. Heck, this only started because I didn't like wearing baggy clothes in the house. Daisy kept seeing my muscles and complimenting them all the time, eventually she started asking me about them and if they were getting bigger. I knew one day I'd explain it all to her.................. God now that was a VERY embarrassing day.
It was also during this month I met Amanda for the first time. I was waiting at Alan's clinic for my weekly shot when a woman at the clinic was complimenting me on my muscles and asking about them. I couldn't help myself and brag a bit. I loved how I felt and was proud of what I was doing. That's when Alan walked in to call my name and noticed his me talking to his wife. It was a big surprise to him that she sought me out but she'd heard about me from Alan and figured out what days I came into the clinic for my injections. So why was he so surprised.
Amanda was a bit of a prankster which kind of suited the very serious Alan. She wasn't exactly all in with the whole muscle growth thing but hearing that another woman was going through the process, she wanted to hear from her perspective, well mine technically.
We quickly became friends and it was really nice having a girl friend who was going through similar things as me. It was nice. My best friend Stephanie moved to the South of France with her husband years ago. I haven't seen her since the funeral, although we do message each other every week or so.
The weekend before measuring day, Rich invited the whole team to a party at his house. He said he felt bad for not hosting a big celebratory bash sooner for the success of the project. James and I hadn't come out to any of the others with our relationship at that time except to Alan and Amanda.
We were still just friends that were having great sex, but I knew James wanted to be more. I wasn't exclusive with James at this point and did try a few dates, two of which did lead to sex. Neither of which were anywhere close to how good sex was with James. My biggest problem with committing to James was actually my husband.
I kept comparing him to David. He always reminds me of him but at the same time just doesn't measure up, well except for the physique and the sex. But maybe that wasn't a bad thing. They both make me feel comfortable just by being near them. Even when I expected David of cheating, I still felt relaxed knowing he was there with me. And James gives me that similar feeling.
I asked him the day before the party if he wanted for us to be exclusive, and that if he wanted, we could go to the party as a couple. The stuttering shock of a baby lamb on the body of a muscle bound goliath was both cute and funny. A beast of that size and strength, timid and shy. When he did finally get a word out, we were officially a couple.
Daisy had been staying over at her friend Katie's house when I usually went out overnight but this time, the two of them had a falling out. I'd hoped they'd make up soon but unfortunately by this night they hadn't, so I decided to let her stay home alone for the first time that night.
Rich made sure I had cameras installed at my house when I joined the group. Either some form of chivalry or part of his 'cloak and dagger' play I guessed but having good home security was comforting. It also gave me the ability to spy on Daisy and make sure didn't throw any parties or something crazy like that. I did inform her that I probably wouldn't be back until the next day and I'll know if she does something ridiculous like hosting a party.
Since we were going as a couple and James' large truck would be a better vehicle than my car, I thought it'd be a good opportunity to introduce Daisy and James that day. I wish I'd waited for a different time. James arrived a little late to pick me up so the meeting was brief, thankfully. And Daisy's first response before even a greeting,
“Woah, no wonder my mom decided to get so in shape.”
God I couldn't believe that reaction. James was shy as usual. He introduced himself nervously, telling her he was a friend of her Dad's and that he reconciled with me a few years ago. I tried to keep this brief as would be late if we didn't leave soon, and for Daisy to stop embarrassing James. I was also worried one of them would start saying things that would embarrass me instead. I couldn't tell which one could do worse. Still can't actually.
I managed to get us out quickly enough to avoid getting embarrassed by either of them that evening nor did we arrive embarrassingly late, unlike Wicks. He arrived nearly 20 minutes late, slightly drunk while being helped around with his current boyfriend. Rich had checked this one out enough to let Wicks bring him along. So as long as Wicks doesn't flake out on this one, he could maybe finally settle down with someone good.
Rich lived in a penthouse condo near the heart of the city. His place alone probably out-valued the rest of our houses put together. We parked in a private underground car park beneath his building and had to buzz into his penthouse from the elevator in the car park that actually delivered us directly into his penthouse. This all just amazed me at the time. And a kept associating it with the whole 'cloak and dagger' stuff. If you were wondering why I keep calling all the secrecy and espionage style stuff 'cloak and dagger'. Wicks called it that once and I've never called it anything else since. I don't even remember when he said it first actually, I just find it really funny.
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Okay, I need to comment on this and I don’t comment on this site a lot. But this is something special. Even though this is just a muscle kink site. This story is so beautifully written with really great characters. Representation which is incredible and is shaping up to be a brilliant story which will go down as one of the best on this site. I’m talking along the lines of My Wife Jennifer. Even though it will be for different reasons. Thank you for this this has so far been brilliant.
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Okay, I need to comment on this and I don’t comment on this site a lot. But this is something special. Even though this is just a muscle kink site. This story is so beautifully written with really great characters. Representation which is incredible and is shaping up to be a brilliant story which will go down as one of the best on this site. I’m talking along the lines of My Wife Jennifer. Even though it will be for different reasons. Thank you for this this has so far been brilliant.
I'm being totally honest here, your comment is bringing tears to my eyes. Thank you so much. Just hearing that people love what I've written makes it all worth the effort and really keeps me motivated to finish and pass through the parts I really struggle to write. I do hope people enjoy the rest. And for making me smile and tear, I'll drop the next chapter early.
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Chapter 7
It wasn't a big party, there were only 9 of us attending. Not a big group but it was the 'inner circle', all people who knew about the treatment. Well, all except one. When we got out of the elevator, we were greeted by a big man with dark hair wearing a black suit. He dressed like a professional bodyguard, he even had sunglasses sitting in his pocket. He was taller than James but significantly less muscular. James was in a casual affair by the way. What should have been a lose fitting, short sleeved shirt and some miracle shorts that somehow wrapped around his colossal quads.
The man in the suit introduced himself as Mike, a friend of Rich who also worked as his private security. Rich later joked that he was the secret 6th member of the team. Always running errands for Rich, even getting some of the 'cloak and dagger' stuff we use. Mike started taking the treatment a few weeks after I had started. He said he had to to take it since it would be embarrassing to call himself a bodyguard when he was so much smaller than his “protectee”. He was definitely on his way to being at least as big as James at the time. He got bigger than that I'll tell ya. Definitely no embarrassing himself by being smaller.
Rich and the others heard our introductions with Mike and called us over. Everyone from the team was already here except for Wicks. Rich asked if we both arrived at the same time and that's when we made our big announcement. Rich was surprised to hear the news while Alan and Amanda were practically screaming 'about time you guys got together'. That's when some else I didn't recognise brought over drinks.
Amanda and I weren't the only woman at the party, although I was clearly the biggest. Rich's assistant and Mike's fiance Sameen had brought over the drinks. She started the treatment at the same time as Amanda, about 3 months ago a little after her fiance. She seemed interested in the muscles of the guys but was also unsure about big muscles on women so it was unclear to anyone how big she would want to grow. The 3 of us girls really hit it off, although Amanda had known Sameen for a few years. We sort of became a little trio over the next few months, Cassi, Mandy and Sami. Our little trio did later double in size but that's a later story.
While Mandy and I were getting familiar with Sami, Wicks buzzed in, late. He came out the elevator barely on his feet, arm draped over this big, well by normal standards, hairy man. He was about as tall as Rich and Adam at around 6' and less muscular than Mike, let alone James. He introduced himself as George, a community carer worker. He said we was used to helping people around like this while looking at Wicks, a subtle smile across his face.
We were actually a little surprised that Wicks was drunk. Not that he wasn't a drinker but a side-effect of the treatment was a crazy tolerance to alcohol that we'd all experienced by now. At another party we tried to see how much booze it would take to get James drunk but after 3 bottles of hard whiskey and some shots of heavy spirits, he only started to feel sick more than drunk. Wicks was, and still is, significantly smaller than James though. But it's still a mystery to how he got so drunk. Thankfully for Wicks, we also sober up very quickly too.
I should probably give an update the guys physiques, they do change often after all. But I'll start with the girls. Mandy and Sami were starting to develop some cute biceps and had great definition in there legs as their muscles tightened and become more dense. Mandy's a bit more than Sami's. Sami loved dancing, she even went to classes with Mike. This was her primary form of exercise at that time. Mandy loved skiing, not the most commonly done activity so she was mostly joining Alan at the gym for her workouts.
Alan was bulking up fast. He was practically the same size as Rich now who had only grown a bit bigger over the past five months. Although not the biggest guys in the room, let alone the world, the 2 of them could hold up in a bodybuilding contest if they just shed some fat.
James was clearly the biggest guy here and at this point was starting to make heavyweight bodybuilders look small. His arms and legs could barely fit into most standard clothing with his bulging biceps, colossal triceps and quads so big his shorts looked ready to split open.
Wicks was still the smallest; now both in height and musculature, even when you add me and the 2 new guys in to the group. Instead he was super shredded, and I mean beyond shredded. An anatomy chart had less detail than his lean muscles. This was his ideal physique, so 'why change it?' he'd ask.
Mike was actually the tallest of the group, despite not even finishing his 2nd puberty growth spurt. I think he was about 6' 4” or 6' 5” at the time but he didn't even come close to Rich and Alan on muscle size. I couldn't see exactly how big he was until later that night but his shoulders were clearly narrower than the other guys. It was confirmed later on that night.
George was shorter than James' height of about 6' 2-3” and James just totally outsized him everywhere. But outside of our group, he'd be a very big guy. He was also the hairiest. I'm not into overly hairy guys, sorry. He was also the only one not to have started the treatment. I kept thinking of Wilks 'Frankenstein' joke whenever I looked at him. He was so much bigger than any of the guys before their enhancement.
We all introduce ourselves to George and the atmosphere was all smiles and jokes. The atmosphere was great, especially with drunk Wicks, that was until Rich silenced us all. He said something along the lines of having George sign an NDA if he wanted to stay any longer. We all knew what this meant and why it was asked but Wicks got angry, drunk angry. Nobody else was asked to do this he shouted but Mike and Sami both spoke up. The explained that they'd already signed NDAs about this. George spent the next few minutes calming Wicks down after deciding to sign it.
George and Wicks didn't stay together after this night but got back together and even settled down together. George was actually really good for him. Wicks is bi-polar, and had some seriously dangerous manic episodes in the past. He's such a fun and lovely guy but before he and George settled down, we really worried about him. The two of them are great together and I'll spoil this, George really became Wicks' monster. A true gentle giant he is.
After that unpleasant moment, we all chilled out again. Chatted with each other, had some drinks. It was a nice evening until somebody suggested arm wrestling, I'm pretty sure it was Mandy. She always like starting trouble. This got most of the boys fired up but James and I just went off to the sidelines as people got a table ready.
Rich and Mike got things started. Body guard versus guarded body. Mike finally took his jacket off and even rolled up his sleeves. Rich just flexed his arms in his polo shirt to show off before sitting down. The match wasn't even close. Rich played with Mike for a bit before slowly lowering his arm to the table.
We all had a good chuckle as Alan went up to bat against Rich. Now this was a close match. Both arms, locked together, biceps bulging. It was clearly an even match in strength and it all went down to technique, where Rich just managed to slowly lower Alan's arm. You could see the struggle on Rich's face as he fought for that win.
Rich tried to help his boy Mike out by getting him a match with Wicks, but Wicks immediately shot him down. Too afraid the strain would 'bulk up' his arm or something and ruin his 'perfect' physique. George decided to step up for his man Wicks, even though he doesn't like confrontation, but I think we all had a bad feeling about this.
Mike crushed George in the fastest win of the night. Down quick, but not in a way that would hurt anybody. I felt sorry for George. The two of us were getting along great all night. He loved to cook, something I'm terrible at, and he was giving me great advice on how to do things in the kitchen.....anyway. I decided I was going to avenge him for this shaming.
I stood up to the arena, the table, and challenged Mike. James, George, Wicks and the girls were all cheering for me so I had the crowd on my side. Mike was taller, had longer arms and looked to have bigger biceps. Our hands locked, prepared to duel.
Mike tried to start strong with a quick push but I held strong. I knew if I could hold of an initial rush, I could take him down. I trusted my enhanced endurance more than anything else. As I held him off, I started putting more muscle groups in to my push, slowly starting to gain momentum. This was the longest match of the night but in the end, with a sweat soaked Mike and 2 opposing almost bursting biceps, the match ended with my hand over his on the table.
The crowd went wild, cheers aplenty and I got a big passionate kiss from the biggest guy in the room, with his big appendage swelling against my leg and abs. I thanked the defeated for a good match, when Alan asked his brother if he was interested in a challenge. James was confused at first until Rich stood with Alan, big grins on their faces.
Alan sat across from James with the other guys, excluding Wicks, behind him. The brothers locked arms and George added his strength to Alan's. James was clearly unfazed. He was supposed to speak out if he was struggling but he just smirked. George was swapped out for Mike and James was still silent. I noticed some small tinges in James bicep so he was putting in a little effort now, he just didn't want to show it. Alan's final partner swapped in. With Rich and Alan together, this could be a real match I thought. Which it was. James had to put in all his effort here to push down the pair, his bicep reaching heights unseen, but came out the champion. I quickly ran over to kiss our new champion, and fondle his swollen bicep.
Before this went to the ridiculous levels of a 3 on 1, I interrupted the debate and challenged James. The crowd was surprised but vocally supportive. The conclusion to this match was so clear.
I flexed my biceps to James after sitting down, giving him a wink. As Alan was counting down for the match I stretched my bare foot under the table to stroke James' behemoth and instantly pushed his arm to the table at the count of GO! I stood up to the shocked room and took a bow thanking my opponent for the match, with a smirk fixed upon my face.
With the arm wrestling out of the way, we went back to the usual social antics. The guys did try to get Mandy and Sami to arm wrestle that night but they were not going for it, at least that night. The talk was fun and fast but one big question just had to come out.
Our humble, but not so humble, host was the only single person here. Did he have any women, or men Wicks interjected, that he was interested in? He responded that he was looking for a 'MRS Epcot' and he was just wanting to find the 'Miss Right' for him. I had to ask if his 'Miss Right' would be part of the 'Guns' club, as I flexed my biceps. We all had a chuckle at that. Rich's reply though,
“If you had not come in tonight with James as your partner, I might have been courting you this evening. With those, fabulous guns of yours. Did that answer your question?”
I heard Rich wasn't anywhere near that brazen before the treatment. His confidence really grew with his muscles.
Rich had rooms prepared for all of us in the penthouse and we all took little to no convincing to take him up on his offer. He even mentioned that all the cameras in those rooms had been turned off and the rooms were all soundproofed. I'll confess that James and I made a lot of noise that night, and those rooms were definitely sound proof.
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Note: I'm not that happy with my edit of Chapter 7 but I can't delete the post or edit it. I'll leave it up since I know people would prefer a new chapter. I just want to make it known I'm not happy with Chapter 7.
Edit: Saradas mods have given me editing powers. So chapter 7 is much better now.
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Chapter 8
James drove me home the next afternoon. We were treated to an amazing breakfast buffet earlier by our host and we could tell we weren't the only ones to have had a passionate night. And could any of the guys, please could they have worn a shirt at breakfast. Except Mike, he was fine. He was back in his work suit. But damn, I was aroused most of breakfast and nearly missed a 2nd helping of French omelettes. I barely got enough food with all those distractions.
When I got home, I was getting a serious look from Daisy. Like our roles of mother and daughter were reversed. There was a verbal dual between the two us that I'm pretty sure I lost. My body may physically recover quickly by my mind is just the same as any other woman after a long night full of passionate sex, that then went for additional couple of rounds in the morning.
I was glad to hear that Daisy and Katie made up the night of the party. I had checked the cameras a few times that night before James and I got into our personal time, and I saw that Katie had came over. Nobody else came round so I feel it was acceptable, especially since they made up.
The days past by and it was time for my last injection for the month. This also meant it was measuring day.
I made sure to do an extra hard workout the day before and that morning, getting myself hyped for the day. From my tests, Alan thinks I only need 3 more to finish but we will stick with 4 more just to be sure. The treatment ending didn't mean the end of my muscle growing journey, just the next major point in that journey. My body could never go back to being 'normal', and I was fine with that.
James decided to come over early that day and take me to the clinic, what a charmer. I hadn't even had my after workout shower yet so I had to leave him to wait for a bit. He drove us both to Alan's clinic, I got my shot and teased poor James the entire time about what was waiting for him later. By the time we started our measuring session, James was already breathing heavy and his shorts were barely holding on. I spared his shorts the pressure and stripped him personally before we started and even helped him relieve some pressure on his monster that he claims to be a penis. The mess immense but lucky for me, James cleans up his own messes.
With that out of the way, it was time to see my progress. I'd grown another 2 and a bit inches in height to reach just under 5'11” in height. I was clearly looking down at Daisy and her 5'8” now. I was also gaining on James. I asked him for his exact height and he's about 6'3”, and his height growing phase was over. Soon I thought.
It was time for the scales and the number was insane. 228lbs. I'd exploded by more than 40lbs! I had a mini orgasm reading the scales. No wonder Daisy noticed. I could see I wasn't the only one aroused by those numbers, but that needed to wait. He'd already had a release. I needed those measurements.
My biceps were 19”. 19” cannons on my arms, it was so good. I had to push out a flex but I pushed my quads out to 28, staggering inches. And with my waspish 22” waist, my legs felt gigantic. When I flared my lats, the V-taper to my narrow waist so wide. I can't remember if we measured my calves or any other measurements but there wasn't anything else written down in the measurement log. We must have started the bonus fun bit early that day. I do remember being ready to explode while flexing my legs.
I could reminisce about this glorious sexcapade, but our tryst after my final injection the next month is still one of the best times we've ever had together. I feel you'd enjoy hearing about that one more. I was already bigger than most female bodybuilders, just wait for when I got even bigger. I couldn't.
Things were pretty quiet over the next month. I was working my ass off in the gym for those gains.
James and I had a fun idea which I know he hated at the time, but loved the final results. We agreed not to see each other for my last 2 weeks of treatment. I pushed myself harder than ever before during that time to make sure he had a day that he'd never forget. We both couldn't ever forget actually.
Mandy, Sami and I had our first girls only night during those 2 weeks. I got to say, those girls were starting put in some work, and by that I mean put on some muscle. Mandy was showing off some sculpted delts while Sami quads were really showing out of her slit cut dress.
Sami took us to some uptown rich persons bar, getting permission to use the boss' money. The two of them were actually getting a little bit drunk by the end of the night from all that top shelf booze. Me? I was completely clear headed despite drinking twice as drinks as them, some even harder.
It was a really fun night, I hadn't had a girls night since before I met David. So it was really nice. A highlight was when some idiot tried hitting on Mandy, despite seeing that me and Mandy were clearly showing them our wedding rings. Mandy grabbed my arm and called me 'Honey' when one of them was trying to get handsy. I stared down those bozos while tensing up my upper body muscles, especially my biceps. They panicked so fast, running out the bar while knocking over a table and I'm pretty sure one them even wet themselves. It was so funny. God this made me feel so good, and a little horny. Too bad James and I were staying apart at that time, that would have been a very memorable night. My fingers too k the lead that night.
Daisy had been keeping her distance from me a bit this month and I wish I asked what was bothering her at the time. I know things turned out fine in the end but for her to be confused and unhappy at that time, still hurts me.
The last few days dragged on but I kept myself focussed on bulking up and doing some 'special' training for my lover. James was going to come over after my final check-up and I had a big surprise for him waiting, in more ways than one.
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I've been granted the power to edit my old posts from the wonderful mods here so chapter 7 has been updated. No story changes were made just sentence structure improvements, spelling/naming errors fixed and some added descriptions.
Thanks to everyone, I feel so much better with that fixed. New chapter will be dropped later. Hope people like it.
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Chapter 9
I misled James with my appointment time, giving me some extra time to get things prepared for him. As usual it was hockey practice day for Daisy and she was even going to Katie's house for dinner that night.
As James arrived, I asked him to take a seat and 'prepare for the show'. I walked into the room in what was meant to be an oversized bathrobe, but it was really tight around my swollen shoulders. I sauntered over with the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn. It seems that he was frustrated during our time apart, so he'd been working out. How'd I know? He was in the same shirt I last saw him in, but it was now ready to burst from a slight movement of flex, when it was sitting slightly loose before. His biceps tight across the cuffs of his shirt. His pecs, bulging out of the open V-neck. Was he trying to tease me? He knew of my ever growing muscle fetish and maybe wanted to please me? That thought got me very hot before I even disrobed for him.
As I stepped in front of him, I asked if he was ready, and before he could even answer I practically ripped the bathrobe from my shoulders, exposing my oiled up naked body for him to see.
I don't think I've mentioned it before, but while enhanced by the treatment, you can still put on fat. Including breast tissue. Before last week, I still had pretty sizeable breasts, although they were starting to look small on my pec muscles.
But to make my show tonight extra special, I've been taking my husband's miracle fat burning supplement. My breasts were gone and my body fat was down in to the low single digits. But now all my muscles looked ready to burst out of my skin, especially when all oiled up as they were now. I was so shredded and vascular, my pulsing veins were exposed, raised to the edge of my tight skin. I even took extra care to build up my pecs so James didn't miss out at all with my chest. My muscles were bigger, more lean, more ripped, more vascular, more pumped, more shredded and a damn sure more hot, sexy and fucktastic than he'd ever seen them before.
This was the first time I made him cum without either of us touching him. His breathing was heavy and laboured, I even thought I could hear his heartbeat. I looked down to see his ruined shorts, as his cum was starting to leak out onto my leather couch. He quickly stumbled trying to grab some near by tissues to clean up his mess when he had realised what had happened. But he couldn't remove his eyes from me, causing him to fumble about. And that was making me so horny. My pussy getting wet from the excitement.
I told him not to bother as I threw the nearby measuring tape into his lap. He could barely nod as a response. I needed him more focussed to finish the task he came for and I told him as much. I needed to know my progress. And I needed to get him into my bed, as soon as possible. Either that or I'd destroy the room.
“James. I need you to focus. Now come on, lets get this started. Ah, but first get rid of those tattered clothes. And please, no hands.” I told him. Damn I had never felt sexier in my life before this moment.
After more seconds than he'd like to admit, he finally stood up, tape in hand. The first thing he immediately noticed was that our eyes were almost level. I was only about a half inch shorter than him now. Stopping his brain, yet again.
I turned my back to him, to get a better view of the pre-game show, giving him a not so little teaser with my shredded ass and back. As I looked over my shoulder and bulging left trap, before turning around, he hadn't moved an inch. I snapped my fingers at him while asking if he really wanted to leave 'all this' waiting while I gave him a rear left bicep flex before turning around.
That lit a fire under him as he breathed in deep and cranked out a behemoth scale most muscular pose. He hadn't even finished when the shirt blew off. His traps grew out to be pushing on his ears as his shoulders ballooned out to be bigger than basketballs all while his biceps and pecs began a battle for space and attention.
But it didn't end there, as held the pose he started flexing his quads and even his penis to strain at the shorts. Until the fabric finally conceded to his power, flying off across the room. Unveiling his glorious and titanic physique. His muscles pulsing, fighting for space in his flex and a mammoth cock, rigid and rhythmically pulsing into his hard abs, the head almost reaching his hulking pecs. The sight of my muscled hulk bursting from his clothes gave me a powerful mini-orgasm where I stood. My hands resisting the urge to grab him, or my growling tiger.
After I caught my breathe and he released his pose, I asked him if we should begin. We didn't need to check my height, we already knew when he stood next to me. So next up was for me to climb the scales. And I was shocked to say the least.
298Lbs........ I didn't know how to feel at first. I must have dropped 15-20lbs of fat off my body for today and I still weighed more than 50lbs than last month. I grew more than 65lbs of dense muscle. I was almost 300lbs! And almost of all of that was hard, super dense muscles. I was in shock, in reverie until James mumbled the word 'Goddess'. He may have said something more than that but that's all I heard as all my muscles tightened with another mini-orgasm.
James walked up behind me, his breathe heavy as he asked me to flex. I knew what he meant but I still turned my head to look at him over my bulging shoulder and mountainous traps. I smiled to him before raising arms to flex my biceps. It just popped, my skin tightening over it and my veins pulsing, bulging bigger than ever. James stuttered before throwing the tape over my bicep peak, then wrapping it under the thick curve of my triceps. “Twenty...........Two inches.” he pushed out his breathe as I flexed harder. My pussy clenching and moistening with the thought. That's what my waist measured last month.
He recovered the tape as I dropped my arms to stretch and unfurl my wings. I could feel his breathe on my neck and his pulsing rod up my back. I could feel it stroking my back as he dropped to his knees to measure my waist. Despite my bulging abs and escalating obliques, my fatless waist was super tight, not even reaching 20” unless the tape went over blocks of my thundering 8-pack when flexed. My arms were actually bigger than my waist and not even by a little.
I relaxed my back to put all my focus on my quads. I was making sure to flex as many heads as I could while also tightening my hamstrings. At it's height, I squeezed the tape towards the 33” line. My quads were more than 1 and half times the size of my waist. I couldn't resist feeling up my inner most quad head towards my ravenous tiger. Raring for it's feast.
We did get a calf measure of 21.5” this time with James on his knees. He was about to follow our usual routine of him whisking me off my feet to princess carry me to the bedroom. But this time I stopped him. I got him to stand up as I bent down and picked him up into the princess carry, reversing our usual roles. Carrying his 380lbs muscle yoked God body up to my bedroom, easily I might add. It got me just ready for what was to come, and more so James. His monster standing tall towards the ceiling. Good thing I had my bed and the stairs reinforced by this time.
This is when his show really began. I laid my muscled mate upon my bed then scaled his mighty beast, impaling myself on it. We both knew there was no need for foreplay at the moment. I slid his python deep within me slowly going up and down to until I got myself comfortable, at least as best you could with a mammoth sized penis inside of you. My tiger mouth stretched wide, but tight against the monster it was feasting upon.
For the past 2 months I'd been learning and practising bodybuilder posing and at this point, I gave him the best muscle show anyone had ever had in there life. Well, up to this point in time. I told him to get ready for the show as I got into the rest position, then started to call out poses as I transitioned between them, all with his monster deep inside me. With every flex, the beast roared from inside me, swelling slightly larger, massaging my inner walls and my pussy feeling every movement.
Front lat spread, my wings spreading so wide, completely dwarfing my waist.. Front double bicep, showing off my 22” biceps in all there vascular glory. Quarter turn into side chest, he grunted with that one, my fabulous chest getting its time to shine.
I couldn't look over my shoulders and traps for his reactions to my rear lat spread and rear double biceps, but I could clearly feel he was pleased. I did a side triceps my horseshoe triceps making themselves clearly known, before attempting some form of abs and thighs while kneeling over his body and having a monster penis inside me. It wasn't easy but I was rewarded with some magical feelings inside.
Then I progressed to my finisher, a full most muscular where my muscles just exploded in size right before his eyes.
I felt he was holding himself back throughout my show, knowing the final move that was to come before it was shown and that it was clearly on its way. He didn't want to release before the time was right, before the performance was over. He held on as long as he could and exploded within me mid flex with the biggest orgasm he'd had in his life. His eyes rolled back as his chest rose up to the heavens, pushing his pecs out into a wide flex. The massive overload of sensations also pushed me over the edge mere seconds after I finished my pose. My grand climax, unmatched by any I had before, as it was too for James.
I tried to hold my most muscular for the duration of my orgasm but I dropped it at some point, I couldn't even tell you how long I held it for. The 2 of us were barely conscious when it was over, my glorious physique draped across his hulking body, him still inside me.
That wasn't the only round of sex we had that day. We tried many different positions including standing up while holding the other's super heavy muscled bodies, both ways. Thrusting his beast into me while holding him up by that rock chiselled ass of his, his tree thick legs around my waist while he holds onto my pumped up bulging shoulders and gigantic pecs is still fantastic to this day. There was also plenty more cuddling, flexing and foreplay to make this magical day one I'd never forget.
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Just... Holy... Wow... That last scene has pushed this up the list of my favorite tales on this site.
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The last part is perfect. Looking forward for the next installment.
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Looking forward seeing her bigger than him.
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:bravo:
Great story! Karma given!
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Just wanting to thank everyone for the support. And a new chapter is incoming soon.
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Chapter 10
Things were moving along over the months. James and I were seeing each more often and he was basically living at my house now. David's weight loss supplement was soon to go to market for medical use.
I hadn't put on too much more muscle but I was increasing my body fat quite a bit, mostly on my breasts. Being at too low a body fat for too long has its problems, putting my body under significant strain, It makes you tired, thirsty, irritable and moody. And that doesn't cover the physical issues. I really don't know how Wicks can live with such a low body fat all the time with all it entails.
Speaking of Wicks, his on and off relationship with George was finally on long enough for George to start the treatment. Wicks' was going to get his monster as he hired James to be George's instructor and exercise coach.
Mandy and Sami had finished there treatments coming out of like off season physique competitors. Sami said it was our first meeting that inspired her to develop her muscles as much as she did. And Mandy loves telling me stories of her wrestling Alan in the bedroom.
Rich and Alan weren't looking to get too big so both haven't grown much. I've heard that some men had registered with Alan's clinic to 'get in' on his muscle growth program. While Rich started his new supplements company as a subsidiary of his new pharmaceutical company. It seems that was part of James big plan that he still hadn't shared with me. David had development many 'failed' projects that could give milder success than the treatment but were marked as failures due to success rates or side-effects. The boys planned to get the drugs through clinic trials and sell the rest of David's creations as supplements.
Mike was the biggest of all of us, at least for now. When James first saw Mike completely overshadowing him he was going to start bulking up again but I persuaded him not too. James still had the biggest package to carry. Life was already getting problematic in certain ways at our current size. If he got too much bigger, we'd have to remodel the whole house. And I'll tell you, it was such a pain when we did do it.
Anyway, nobody would fuck with Rich, as big as he was, especially when he has Mike towering behind him. Sami told us stories of how she has to wash his 6 foot wide back and all the modifications that had to be done in there home just to accommodate Mike at his size. I did provide some helpful information from my early adaptations but she was far more helpful to me when it was my turn for the big renovation.
Daisy's birthday was coming up in a little over a month when I got a message from my best friend Stephanie. She told me on our last chat that she was going to come over soon and on this one she let me know she would be staying for a few weeks which would be over Daisy's birthday. It was Daisy's sweet 16th. I hadn't exactly been honest with Stephanie about the new me and improved me. She knew I got really into fitness and was starting to build some muscle. Just not how much into it, how much muscle I'd built, or most importantly, how I did it.
With Stephanie visiting and James possibly moving in, I felt it was time to tell Daisy everything. I also asked the group if I could offer the treatment to Stephanie and her husband Quentin when informing them about my future talk with Daisy. Rich did his thing and said he wanted to meet with Quentin first, but seemed surprisingly open to the idea. The rest of the group had no issues as long as Rich checks them out and gave the okay. Turns out Quentin could be an 'in' to the European market for Rich's companies, whatever that means.
I messaged Stephanie that I had a friend who wanted to do an impromptu business meeting with Quentin. When he heard the name Richard Epcot, Quentin immediately accepted. Stephanie was curious about all this but I just said he was an old friend of David's and he was really interested in meeting Quentin.
Going back a bit, it was about a few weeks after my treatment had finished, I'd finally realised that something was wrong with Daisy. Yeah, some mother I was. I had started wearing really baggy clothing again for the last month of my treatment, trying to hide my accelerated growth, and It seems it seems I was also keeping my distance from Daisy subconsciously. I was too focused on keeping my big surprise under wraps, both literally and figuritively.
A few days after I realised that things were not right, I managed to keep her seated one night after dinner. After my first dinner actually. I always had a 2nd one after Daisy left as my body really needed all the extra calories.
It took her a moment to open up a little. A part of me was really glad I wasn't the problem that was causing her all the stress, although I learned later that I was making her life harder at this time, but it was 100% unintentional. I didn't want to push her and made sure I was supportive of whatever she had to say.
“I like girls” she squeaked out. I paused for the briefest of seconds before I told her I love her. And that it doesn't matter if she's gay. I would always love her for who she was, and her father would have felt the exact same way as me. This did give her a moment of calm, but what she said next was actually her real problem. The reason for all her stress and anxiety.
“I don't just like any girl. I like, I love Katie.” she told me. I held her hand in mine as she started to cry. I offered a hug but she turned me down on that offer. She later admitted she was afraid of getting aroused by hugging me at that time. Yeah, spoiler my girl is muscle fiend, just like me, and her father.
Once she'd calmed down I asked her if she'd told anyone else about her sexuality, implying Katie. She'd known Katie for years, ever since Katie transferred to the same school as Daisy and quickly became best friends.. They'd been pretty much inseparable ever since. I thought maybe if Katie knew she was gay, that may help the situation. I tried to put zero pressure on to her, but I made sure she knew that she'd have to talk to Katie about all this. And that was the only solution to her problem.
It took her some time but Daisy finally managed to come out to Katie. And taking after her father she dove in deep and fast out of no where, kissing Katie after her confession before getting a response. And being her father's daughter, she immediately regretted the hard push, and attempted to flee the scene.
Lucky for my girl, Katie wasn't shy and confessed she liked Daisy that way too. It seems Katie and Daisy were both scared about the truth and afraid they both didn't feel the same way, so kept fighting with each other. Emotions always running high in teenagers.
With all that settled and the time of Stephanie's visit fast approaching, James and I sat down with Daisy for a talk this time. I was back to wearing more revealing clothes around the house, I wanted to show off with James around so often now. I asked her first if it would okay to have James move in with us, I wanted her input before going through with it. She was okay with it in her own sarcastic, cheeky way.
I was actually using it to break the ice for the more serious talk that was to come. She asked if we were going to get married, and I told flatly told her no. James and I were a couple but marriage wasn't on the cards. We were going to talk to her about her father. We both told her funny stories about him from the past, how we both met him and eventually about his legacy. We told her all about the treatment he'd designed before he died and that both James and I had gone through it. That's how we both grew our bodies this way so quickly. James even showed her both photos from before the treatment and even before he'd taken the weight loss drug. That one Daisy really couldn't believe. James, the big muscular hunk, used to be a short, heavy set man.
We kept all the other “side benefits” of the treatment a secret for now. Inhuman strength, denser muscles, more durable skin and those are the only the ones we knew about at the time. Alan speculated that we'd be ageing slower, a stronger immune system, being more resistant to cancer and that we have other significant health benefits. Yeah, David really did make a super-soldier serum.
James and I were expecting a bunch of questions, maybe even Daisy being mad at us for taking some unused treatment. Or to even call us freaks for our life choices. She simply asked when she could start it. I thought about it for a few seconds and told her that she'd have to wait until she finished school, and that she wasn't allowed to just drop out. She'd be 18 at that time too so it felt right.
She was okay with that decision but also made a demand. She wanted her now girlfriend Katie to get the treatment too. Remember earlier that I said this conversation was embarrassing? Yeah, it just so happens the fight Daisy and Katie had before James and I went to Rich's party, was because Katie had seen me bulked up and walking around 'half naked' and was shocked to be incredibly, heavily, insanely sexually aroused and attracted to her best friend's, her crush's mother. Me.
As I spoiled earlier, David didn't just pass on his love of muscles to me, but also to his daughter. And then that same daughter falls in love with a girl who has the same attraction. Both of them also finding the current me 'sexually arousing' as Daisy put it. And then James asks the final killer question. I know this helped us but why then?
“So, you're looking to develop muscles like your mother?”
I was already embarrassed enough at that point, my face bright red, but Daisy's reply just sent all my blood rushing to me head. One word was all she said. “Bigger.” Oh god, this girl.
We ended the 'family meeting' after that, letting Daisy got o her room. James and I talked a bit more about it later while cuddling in bed. If Daisy and Kelly were to grow bigger than we are now, we'd have to be at least as bigger than them until we could be sure that nothing bad would happen. That was one of the hardest nights both James and I had together. Daisy was just down the hall we were both incredibly horny. We definitely needed to start upgrading the house. And soon. Starting with the soundproofing, or further reinforcing the bed.
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Chapter 11
Home life got much easier for me. I didn't need to hide how much I was eating in the house and we could bulk order food now to help save us money. James was swapping to doing more work in the evening so we could have sex during the day, while Daisy was at school.
Another side effect of the treatment seems to be an increased libido. Rich is the only one who seems unchanged in that way. Maybe it's just being constantly exposed to our sexual desires combined with our greatly increased stamina. When Daisy was away for a weekend, James and I spent the entire time sleeping, eating and fucking with the most time spent on the fucking. His enlarged testicles seem to be able to produce a never ending supply of cum.
My breasts were finally a size where they aren't completely overshadowed by my pecs. My boobs had never been bigger than than they were then, at anytime before in my life. I wasn't as shredded as I would have liked but it seems I can't have it all. Even now.
You all might be wondering why clothes haven't been a problem for any of us. Rich partly owns a tailoring shop where a significant amount of their work is providing clothes for us all. We just send them a request and within a couple of days a box full of clothing gets delivered. The casual and workout clothes are comfortable while the formal attire is gorgeous. We still have to pay for them but I'm sure the costs are subsidized by Rich to some extent.
Stephanie would arriving soon and I was to meet her and her husband at the airport and escort them to Rich's penthouse. I decided to wear something a little showy, although Rich requested I cover up when meeting the couple. I was meeting them up inside, but Mike was actually driving us. Their flight arrived in the morning and Quentin had his meeting with Rich that afternoon. I was giving the formal introduction and Mike was being the chauffeur, so dressing up a little was appropriate.
The treatment didn't cause my voice to drop or any major changes to my face so Stephanie recognised me immediately. Only, she thought I was wearing heels. We hadn't met face to face since David's funeral. Quentin apologised for not being able to attend. It was understandable, I organised a swift funeral for him. It's something I still regret to this day.
I was asking her about her flight while she was asking me about my partner James. She actually confused Mike with James she saw him our driver. James' size was something I spoke to her about, often. I'd explained to her that James was currently a personal trainer and was very big and muscular. She commented how it was the opposite of David while I actually kept explaining how similar the 2 men were.
Stephanie was loving my ensemble. I was covered with a large fur coat to help conceal my size to them and flared leggings. Stephanie loved her pastel colours and was in a bright dress showing her thin but firm arms and lightly muscled legs. She was the friend that got me into yoga and I'd love to do a session with her if we have the time.
Mike drove us all to Rich's penthouse. We parked in the underground car park but Mike lead us to a different elevator than I remembered. Turns out Rich had a new, stronger elevator installed in the building that more secure, only stopping at his house and the garage. I remember looking at the weight restriction of the new elevator, 3 metric tonnes and chuckling to myself. Mike smirked at, clearly understanding my amusement.
Rich and Sami both welcomed us all at the top of the elevator. Quentin and Stephanie were offered a seat at a new sofa across from a chair where Rich normally sits at. Sami was at a nearby desk taking notes on a computer, her usual work desk at the penthouse. Mike was lurking about nearby while I was left to stand nearby. Rich had asked for me to be here, and to do this.
Quentin ran an import, export business specialising in wine and other high class goods. Rich owned, or partially owned, many small businesses, mostly catering to high end clients. When this was explained to me, I understood why Quentin was excited for an introduction. I'd imagine most people would be intimidated dealing with someone of Rich's physical size at this point. He wasn't even hiding it in a big suit. His large biceps were exposed , as was his chest, in an open necked polo shirt, but Quentin was calm and polite, seemingly unfazed, the entire time.
I wasn't really following their talk after all the pleasantries were over. I mostly just made faces at Stephanie to try and break the clear tension she was in. That was until I heard Rich bring up 'supplements'. Rich was a good judge of character and he supplemented that with hired investigators. If he said the 'all clear' word. It meant we could trust them, given they signed our NDA.
When Rich laid out the NDA explaining that it wasn't necessary to sign it, but he would not be able to commit to certain deals without the NDA being signed. He even made sure to have a 2nd one under French law and a 3rd in EU law. Rich was being thorough, and showing how serious he was with this display. This was the first time I'd seen Quentin shaken since Stephanie was avoiding him that one time when they started dating.
Like any good business man, Quentin wanted to be diligent and called his lawyer. I grabbed Stephanie and lead her to Rich's bar for a drink. Stephanie was starting to ask the questions I couldn't answer just yet and I really hated lying to my best friend.
Quentin wasn't on the phone as long as we thought. The contract Rich had written up was very clean and simple, don't divulge propitiatory information from any of 7 named companies, or any of there subsidiaries, owned or partially owned by Richard Epcot on penalty of a law suit. Simple. Why 7? To hide where the thing we want to hide is from those reading the NDA document.
Quentin and Stephanie both signed and I could finally take off the thick coat, exposing my bare arms and shoulders. Even my neck and traps were covered by the coat. The blouse was covering up my torso but I'd made sure to share my excessive cleavage with the audience. I couldn't believe Stephanie's look of shock. She couldn't speak at all, her jaw wavering. Quentin somehow kept his cool though. Rich just smiled as his little prank worked.
Rich began to explain the 'treatment' to the couple with Sami and myself speaking up when needed to. Rich ended his 'big' presentation with “You're a very lucky man Quentin. You have this deal and the chance to join our exclusive little group. You better thank your wife for this opportunity.” before opening up for questions.
We made sure they knew all of us, including Sami, did have to work to get our physiques. We even showed photos with blurred out faces of our friends in different levels of musculature. This included Alan's old super-model body and Wicks shredded muscles on the lower end to photos to Mike and James in posing trunks to show the bigger guys. They didn't even blur the faces of the last two. One thing Stephanie noticed was the enlarged 'packages' clearly visible on all the photos. One of the many beneficial side effects of the treatment I explained to her. I even took Stephanie to explain some of the other side benefits, going in to more detail on those for us women.
The biggest problem for the couple we realised early would be administrating the treatment to them. They'd need to stay in the country for 6 months for the treatment to run it's course. We wouldn't dare let it out of our control, let alone the country. Quentin wasn't all that sure about the treatment, wanting to see some more data, but Stephanie convinced him to join her. He could look over all the data we currently had in the next 2 weeks.
The couple's trip was only meant to last 2 weeks but Stephanie would now be staying for the next 6 months instead. Quentin wouldn't be staying here full-time but will use the excuse of visiting his wife to get back here for his injections when needed. He was hoping to pass off most of his back home while he 'negotiated' and 'ironed out' his deal with Rich.
I was so glad Stephanie was joining our group and even more so that she'd be around for the next 6 months. We had to organise another girl's night out. Sami also invited the couple to her and Mike's wedding next year which made Stephanie gasp, not for the invited but that Sami was engaged to the titanic bodyguard Mike. It also clicked with Stephanie that she'd just seen Mike in posing trunks. She then went to pick up James picture putting some ideas together. I confessed that she was indeed holding a photo of my boyfriend James.
After all the fun and games and a little flexing by request, Mike drove the couple to the hotel they were staying at while James came to pick me up. Rich did offer them a room in his penthouse but the couple already had a reservation and didn't want to impose on there new business partner.
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Chapter 12
Having Stephanie around was great. We were seeing each other every other day, kind of like old times.
We both first met at our first ever jobs. It was one of those huge cheap clothing stores and we actually started on the same day. We've been friends ever since. We even quit that job together when we got hired together at a catering firm. I eventually left that job once I had graduated, while Stephanie stayed and eventually became a manager. That was actually how she met Quentin. Her team was hired for a high society function and she went all out, even contacted this French firm for some 'rare imports'. Yup, Quentin was the man she contacted.
Quentin later hired her firm when he was hosting an event over here, even asking for her by name. He was completely smitten with her when he asked her on a date. Stephanie first saw the relationship as a nice fling but Quentin was both charming and persistent, and she eventually said yes when he proposed. They got married at a stunning funeral in the South of France near where Stephanie and Quentin now live.
That was the first holiday David and I took together, that wedding. It was wonderful. I even caught a well targeted bouquet, causing a bit of a storm as the guests started hazing David. And what does he do? He walked towards me after apologising to the bride and groom, got on one knee and proposed in front of the entire wedding party. You remember how I said I was frozen during his proposal? Justified.
Where were we? Ah. Right. You'd assume a normal 16 year old girl would probably want a big party with all her friends. Have somebody smuggle in booze. Maybe have her parents buy her something luxurious like a car, even if she couldn't drive yet. Daisy wasn't exactly normal. She wanted to go out to lunch with her mum, and go on a date with her girlfriend that evening. I had her promise me that she'd be home before 10pm and that they wouldn't just go to a hotel together. I wanted to see receipts. I tried to convince her to wait for the right moment for her first time having sex. Wait until she was older, but she was a stubborn teenager. I don't know when they first did it. I don't want to think about it.
I had Daisy change doctors to Alan, who also had hired a gynaecologist at his clinic around this time. I also let her know that if Katie was going to get the treatment in the future, she'd have to register Alan as her doctor. She already knew that Alan was James' older brother but this was the first time they'd met. She even said right to his face she thought he'd be bigger. That girl.
Her birthday was on a Saturday that year. Daisy and Katie had hockey practice in the morning where Stephanie and I were going to pick them up afterwards. We were taking the girls out for a spa afternoon with lunch, my birthday surprise for her.
I'd called Katie's mother to get permission for Katie to be out with us all day, and to even stay over. Katie hadn't come out to her mother yet and it wasn't for me to tell her, Katie would have to do it when she was ready. I did believe her mother would take it well though. I hadn't even realised until her mother suggested they had a sleep over that she didn't know. I mean, what mother would suggest a 15 year old girl to have a sleep over with their partner?
After all our big talks, Daisy and I became so much closer. She was completely open to me about what was going on with her now and she was even brutally honest with my clothing choices. She had asked if I could show her some exercises for building muscle. James was much better at that than me so his help was very appreciated, he definitely earned his rewards those days.
The only distance between us now, was Katie. Anytime Daisy was spending time with Katie would always be as far away from me as possible. I knew why she did it but come on, being jealous that your girlfriend is attracted to your mother. Seriously? That girl.
So that morning, James and I wished Daisy a happy birthday before sending her off to hockey practice. I told her the days plans, omitting the spa part, that was a surprise for later. I didn't know what the young couple had planned for the evening and I wouldn't know until they returned that night, with receipts. I met Stephanie at her hotel and drove her to Alan's clinic for her first injection. She was really excited to get started with her treatment.
The girls started running towards my car when they spotted us in the car park. I'd upgraded to a large imported SUV a few months ago and it really stood out in the school car park. I could see Katie's shock after not seeing me for a few months. I was significantly more muscular than the last time we met. She was frozen, like a crashed computer. I tried to reboot her when announcing to them our spa afternoon. I remember them both squealing with excitement. Katie had even surprised Daisy earlier during practice that she was staying over that night so Daisy was already declaring 'best day ever'.
We had to select our spa treatments from a list when we arrived at the spa. Stephanie and I choose to start with facials and hair-styling before lunch and massages after, while Katie and Daisy were going for mani-pedis first and full body treatments after. My facial started a little late as the staff took some time finding a bathrobe that fit me, especially around the shoulders. The food was amazing but I do regret getting the whole experience on a fixed prepaid plan. I'd ordered the most calorie intensive items on the menu but it was still less than half of what I'd normally consume for lunch. I couldn't help but grumble about my dissatisfaction, and the girls all had a good laugh at my expense.
We had a little time before our 2nd set of spa treatments, so we all took a quick dip in the hot tub before a trip to the sauna. I couldn't help but notice Katie staring at me and then trying not to stare at me, especially as we sweated in the sauna. And I'll never forget Daisy's admonishments that came the next day. It's not like I'm going out of my way to do anything to turn Katie on.
It then came time for the later treatments. This was the first massage after my growth, and it was interesting to say the least. The masseuse was wonderful, constantly complimenting me on my muscles as she had to put some real effort into 'loosening' them up.
She started at the top, working on my traps and shoulders before going down along my arms. She spent extra time on my biceps and triceps but I didn't even realise the tension in my forearms that she unleashed. After both my arms, she skipped down to my calves. She had to call over another member of staff to get more oil before starting on my thighs. She clearly didn't have enough to finish one my thighs let alone both.
Stephanie was enjoying the show from her table. Another masseuse come in with more oil and offered to assist. One masseuse for each thigh. I couldn't resist but tease them both some some quad flexes. It took some time but they eventually moved onto my ass and my back. I spread and relaxed my lats in an attempt to help them, but I'm pretty sure it slowed them down with all the awing. Once they were finished, later than they were supposed to I'll add, the ladies requested I give them a little show. I couldn't refuse them now after all that lovely special attention my muscles got. They even gave me a little bonus message for my chest and abs before we left.
Stephanie bought us all some of the make up and massage oils used today as gifts. I had some really nice plans for that later. I asked the girls where they would like to be escorted to for the evening and dropped them off. I gave Daisy some extra money to spend before hugging her and sending her off. Stephanie couldn't stop smirking at me ever since we left the spa. I drove Stephanie back to her hotel for the night before I went home with a pleasant surprise for James. I may have given her spoilers for my evening plans.
When I got through the front door, I called to James asking for him to get me a giant protein shake. I needed calories and didn't want my stomach to start growling with what was to come. As he was in the kitchen, I changed into a new bikini and pulled out my new message oils as I cleared plenty of space.
He nearly dropped my shake as turned the corner. All this time I could still stun him into shock. So cute, but if he'd dropped my shake, I might have killed him. I called him closer and asked him if he would 'please give me a quick rub down with massage oil'. I could hear the strain on his tight clothes from his blood flooding south. I stopped him from picking up the oils, demanding my shake first. I wanted to consume it as inhumanly quickly as possible but chose to slowly drink it down. One hand holding a large jug of protein shake, the other stroking my muscles, giving little flexes everywhere it touched. I could hear James' heavy breathing with just the pre-show.
I should explain in more detail how much food people like James and I have to eat. We both need to consume several thousands of calories a meal, 4-5 times a day. We needed calories and high amounts of protein to maintain our muscle mass. It may be more difficult for people like us to lose muscle, but similarly with normal people, without enough fuel you will lose it. And the more muscle, the more fuel needed. Honestly, if it wasn't for another of my husband's creations it would have been impossible for anyone to maintain much more muscle mass than James or Mike.
After my filling tease, I threw away the jug, did my best to hold in an embarrassing belch and asked James 'would you like to get started now?'. A slow sensual massage was just what my loosened muscles wanted. Especially with James' giant, firm but careful hands. He did get distracted from his job a few times getting more 'gropey' than massage should, no matter how pleasurable that was. I just needed to give a quick flex to let him know to move on.
I almost killed the mood when he got to my abs. My stomach was a little bloated from the shake and his massaging motion forced out that powerful belch I struggled to hold in. We both had a chuckle, me trying to hide my embarrassment, but I got the flow back with chest, luring him deep into my quivering pecs. He gladly returned to work, giving equal focus to both my pecs and my breasts, removing my bikini top as his breathe turned heavy once more and his underwear became soaked in pre-cum.
He moved on to my shoulders after giving my chest more than enough time. He dug deep into my traps before asking me to raise my arms. I couldn't resist the temptation and flexed my biceps. He happily applied copious amounts oil to forearms, biceps and triceps. I'd turned midway through my arm massage so he could clearly get all sides of my arms and be ready for my back. I wasn't sure I got enough massage oil for him to finish my back but James knew just how to stretch that oil to all the right spots.
He'd just finished when I corrected him. There were too more places left. My ass and my vagina. My pussy cat was already foaming at the mouth, waiting for her favourite meal. James literally ripped my bikini bottoms off at the words, apologising since we'd run out of oil and that he couldn't hold on any longer. He needed to fulfil his beast's demands and also wanted to give my tiger her meal.
I always try to avoid having sex in the main living area of the house. This was actually our first time doing it there. And it wasn't our last. Even though I do try not to.
After our first powerful orgasm, we were lying naked on the floor. But before we could make any more mess, I stood up while picking my hulk up off the floor to carry him into the bedroom. I reminded him that I was all oiled up and that we didn't want me slipping out of his huge arms. If his beast was relaxed on the floor, it was erect by the time I climbed the stairs.
James was spending a noticeable amount of attention on my breasts throughout our repeated hard fucking that day. So I had to ask him a pretty serious question “Do you prefer my breasts of my pecs?”. His face went bright red as he stuttered for an answer. He finally said pecs but I pressured him to see if it was the truth. He had been focusing on my breasts quite a bit this time but he assured me it was my muscles, especially my pecs that he loved. He was trying to feel the newer feature but his amazement at the amount of flesh being supported by my pecs was what was really turning him on. One just had to do another bonus round after that confession.
James confession was the push I needed for me to lean out, burn some fat and maybe add a few pounds of muscle. I was preferring the more shredded look but I wasn't going back to low single digit range again any time soon. But I definitely wanted more muscle on my chest.
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Amazing story. K+. A minor question why no lecture measurements? It is my favourite part of a girl as it is for my weight lifting and muscle loving partner.
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Damn autocorrect. Meant pecs
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I'm not the best with measurements, especially when it comes to the chest. I do personally love some good pecs and I just don't want to mess it up. The next few chapters have some measurements and numbers so will try to add something in.
Any comments or requests will be heard. Thanks Wookey. I'll try and post another chapter today or tomorrow at the latest.
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A general overview. Arnie's pecs were a massive 57 inches but Female bodybuilders >42 inches. Male bodybuilders >50 inches
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Chapter 13
Daisy and Katie got home with plenty of time to spare, giving James and I barely enough time to clean up from our first round. There would have been less stress if we hadn't went for a bonus round or even if we just didn't let it go on for extra time. Although we were now also down a chair, I don't remember how it was broken, just seeing it the wake of our pleasure, and it was learly no longer usable as a chair. And it was part of a set too.
Katie had taken our girl out for hot-wings and an evening at a bowling arcade. Daisy wasn't big into movies like David and I were. James and I were also doing something more active so it sounded like a good idea to me. Katie liked her physical activities but she loved reading more than anything else. While Daisy also enjoys reading, she was mostly about that active lifestyle
I wrapped myself in a thick bathrobe to welcome the girls home. I didn't want to annoy Daisy any more on her birthday. I'd got there receipts, literally, to make sure they didn't run off to some hotel and she kept her word. So we allowed them to sleep in the same room but warned them 'not tonight'. I even emphasized the walls were not sound proof, at least they weren't yet. Daisy did give me a 'look' after she scanned the room, I assume she noticed the missing chair but she kept quiet. For a few days at least.
It was a quiet night. James and I watched a classic movie as the girls were in Daisy's room. We both did go check for noises every so often but tried to give the girls a lot of freedom. Maybe too much.
Daisy had confessed to Katie about the treatment, well just that some special treatment gave James and I our hulking physiques and that she was going to go through it after she finished school. I was furious at Daisy. We told her not to tell anyone, including Katie. It could be so dangerous if information about it spread. She could have put all of us in danger. I was starting to understand the whole 'cloak and dagger' stuff with this shock.
I was ready to scream at her. But I held it in. I calmly got an explanation out of her. And it was simple. She was jealous. Katie kept going on about my body and how 'hot' it was. Daisy couldn't take it and told her she'd become just like me, or maybe bigger, which really set Katie off. She told her about the treatment to convince her. Daisy even confessed that Katie ran off to the bathroom to 'alleviate' herself after I came to check on them once.
I had to ask her if she only wanted to be like me because of Katie. I didn't want her to make drastic decisions for others, and that she should only do this if she wanted it. I really kept digging myself into deeper holes. Yeah, Daisy wasn't just frustrated on her birthday because I was turning on her girlfriend, but that I was also turning her on. She even confessed that it was my body she was thinking of when she first masturbated. You can't believe my embarrassment when she screamed that at me. At least James and I had an idea what we'd be going through in the future with Daisy, but we'd have to have a talk with Katie soon. To talk about a few things.
With knew knowledge, James and I began working on our home upgrade plan. Bigger and sturdier furniture for sure, reinforcing the floors, beds and major upgrading for the kitchen. We especially reinforcing in all the beds. This turned out to be more work than we originally thought and had to bring in a contractor. James wasn't too happy about it at first since he loves doing this kind of fixing up work but he really needed the help. Especially when he started doing more work for Rich soon. Sami was also a lot of help on acquiring all the customized furniture we needed.
Money still wasn't going to be a short term problem but with all the house mods and with Daisy's soon to be exponential growth in size, and appetite, our future finances were not looking good. Food bills were already high with just James and I. And Daisy wanted to be even bigger. Bigger muscles meant a bigger supply of food needed, and James and I may need to get bigger too. We can't exactly let a super strong hulked up teen go unchecked.
All this planning was for that too but money problems could start coming on the horizon even. We had David's and my inheritances from our deceased parents, David's life insurance and pension as well as the money from James' house being sold. All of it invested in long term funds or businesses Rich owns. But even then, it wasn't looking good down the line. Lucky for us, David's great mind came to our rescue and James big plan for a revenue stream meant we all would be financially sound for the foreseeable future. And before those plans started making money, James took on some extra jobs from Rich.
While taking a break from the home upgrade, I told Stephanie and the girls I was going to do a big workout. I was wanting to burn off some of this fat and maybe put on a few more pounds of muscle, especially my chest. Come on, James was what at the time, about 385? And super lean. While I was less than 350 even with my excess fat. It was time for a little push. Alan estimates from Wicks data that we're all about a third more dense in our muscles, bones and even skin from the treatment. So for every 4lbs I gain, it looks like I've only put on 3. I think.
Stephanie and Mandy joined me and came over to see what 'the big girl' could lift. James had brought over a sizeable array of exceptionally heavy weights when he moved in. It was probably the heaviest weight set anyone in the world owned at the time, and James and I easily moved into our garage from the hired moving truck.
I cleared some space in the seating area before bringing in some of the weights. James was busy that day while Daisy was at school, so us girls had the house to ourselves. I remember walking in with some of the plates and Stephanie offered to help. I let her know they were 100lb plates before she embarrassed herself by trying to pick one of them up. And I was carrying 2 in each hand with little effort. I also brought in a bar that was about 200lbs itself.
I had no idea where James had acquired such weights but this wasn't my first time using them. Nor would it be my last. Mandy even got into the fun a little as I was bringing the last of the weights in with the squat rack. She was curling one of the discs with both hands and joking about how light it felt. She even went to the try the bar but I could tell she was struggling a little with that. I remember when James first showed me that bar, I was just like Mandy, a little cocky and had to try some bicep curls.
Mandy and Sami didn't want to get too big and settled for more of a fitness level of musculature while being about 5'10”/5'11”. They were both stunning. And curling 200 lbs for reps is just impressive, at any size.
So for today, I started with deadlifts, just in case of injury. I'd then move onto squats for my quads, RDLs for my hamstrings and calf raises to work them cows. Finishing up a nice workout for my legs.
I did my DL warm up with 400 and then worked my way to the official world record, and ended on an actually heavy set, for me anyway. I finished up with 4x6 reps at 1200lbs. I kept my form clean and actually put out a little sweat for the first time in awhile, well from something not called sex that is.
With the dead-lifts done, it was time to focus on those leg exercises. I racked the weights up on the squat rack and slowly increased the weight. I asked for some audience participation this time, 'do we go higher?' I asked. And those girls, pushed me all the way to 1400 lbs where I pushed out 4x5 reps, making my quads really pop.
The RDL were to bulk up the biceps of my legs called hamstrings and dam did 1000lbs reps do that. We re-racked the bar for my calf raises but before I began I brought in a thick concrete block and placed it just in front of the rack. After bracing the weight on my shoulders, I stepped up onto the block with my heels hanging over the edge. I wanted to go deep on those calf raises. I didn't need to warm up for this one and just went crazy on the reps with 1000lbs. It was a nice round number.
I took a break after working my legs, asking Mandy if she could make me a protein shake. She noticed my cheeky smile and we shared the same idea. Next we'd move onto my back with bend over rows, lat raises and some weighted pull ups.
Mandy came back with one of my 3 litre jugs, filled to the brim with a super thick protein mix providing a whopping 1200 calories. It wasn't one of my scheduled meals but I was planning to work hard today so my body would need the extra calories. Mandy had seen me do this once before, as I chugged the whole jug of shake down my throat. Stephanie was in shock from the moment she saw the jug and as the shake was pushing its way down my throat. I didn't finish it in one as I couldn't help but laugh at Stephanie's face. I was about 2/3rds of the way through but saved the rest of it for after my back workout.
I worked my back with similar weights to what I was using before, so decided to have some more fun when it came to my weighted pull ups. I put on my weight belt and hooked some heavy chains to the belt and 2 plates each. 550 lbs of weight total, but I thought I could do more. I asked both the girls if they'd like to hop on for a ride and Mandy jumped into my chest, clinging onto my neck. Stephanie more reluctantly climbed on my back as I got ready to hang from the rack.
The squat rack was something a little special James made. It had these heavy ground locks that kept it super steady no matter the weight it held. It even held both me and James as he did some special weighted pull ups. Just remembering him doing pull ups wearing only a belt with 800lbs attached, me on top of his lap with his penis inside me, oh just gets me so hot. So this session wasn't going to do any damage.
We decided I'd rep for failure which sounds easier than it was. I had problems with my grip, hydration and 2 delightful pranksters holding onto me, constantly trying to sabotage my exercise. Once I got to 30 was then they started to really mess with me. At first they started talking about sex and then some embarrassing stories about me. I managed to block it out until the 2 started feeling me up. The unexpected muscle worship really caught me off guard. I still continued but when the flirtatious whispers started and were in sync to the groping, I lost my concentration and dropped down screaming at them. I'm still not used to being the one teased. And Mandy can be a real tease.
We laughed it all off as I took another break, even finishing off my protein shake. I offered to make the ladies a snack and some drinks for this break. I had to get ready for the next workouts as they was my favourite muscles to work, and grow. Chest and abs. It would be 3 inclines of bench press to make sure all sides of my pecs were getting some strong attention. For my abs, about 3x60 sit ups with twists while holding a couple of plates would do. Oh, and upside down too.
The girls were impressed with chest workout as I explained why I was doing the different inclines and all the extra reps and sets. Maybe doing 8 sets of 10 reps on each incline with 800lbs was too much? By the end the last few sets Stephanie and Mandy had moved onto talking between themselves. I really wanted to grow my chest. I don't talk much about my chest size, but when I'm a 52 EE and looking to bulk up that to beyond 55”, I want to mention it a little.
I tried to move onto my sit ups unseen but the girls caught me on my first few reps and I saw a glint in there eyes. I'd finished my first 20 when they left the room. I tried to ignore them as I pushed through. I finished the first set. Had a drink of water and was about to start when the girls put on some music and started dancing. They told me keep going and to not forget to move to the rhythm. I thought it would be fine so I agreed and got started. Big mistake. They kept changing tracks to songs with faster beats as I finished more reps and paused the music just as I hit 50. And after a quick drink of water they shouted 'one more time'. Telling them my workout plans was what lead to my downfall. And I still had arms and shoulders to do.
Bicep curls, tricep extensions, shoulder presses, front raises and shrugs. I went to finish all these with a pair of 250lbs and 300lbs dumbbells. When I told the girls my plans Mandy said I should super set the exercises. 5x15 reps jumping from exercise to exercise only resting between sets. I was going to refuse until Stephanie put up a wager. Access to a beach house villa in the South of France was now at stake.
I hammered through those first 3 sets while starting to feel the strain on the forth. Despite my increased stamina, I'd now been working out for more than 4 hours, 3 if you took out all the breaks and I was working out every muscle with super heavy weights. I was really pushing that last set. My arms were going numb in so many places but I did finish.
Shrugs as a last exercise was a life saver. I sat down and lowered the weights when I finished, my arms exhausted. And Stephanie offers a double or nothing. 1 more set, and she'll even arrange the flights and the rest of the travel. I just had to wipe that smug look on her face. Challenge accepted.
I pulled more out of my arms that day than ever before. Pushing every muscle fibre to there limit. My triceps were dead by the end of the extensions. My arms numb as I struggled through the front raises, my shoulders burning. At last, I made it to shrugs, and Mandy added a plate to each side of the barbell. Another 200lbs on the barbell for my shrugs. What I thought was my easy finish was another up hill climb, and the girls cheered for me to shrug to failure too. I dropped the weight at 29, nearly cracking my floor in the process. I just couldn't make 30.
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Wow. What a workout. How is James going to keep up? With a few training sessions she might overtake him. Loving the story K+++
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Chapter 14
We all gathered in the kitchen for a bit of chat until I could feel my arms, shoulders and neck again. The girls were at least helpful at this point by not making things any worse. My body was aching and I was already sweating through my clothes. So I sent a message to James, telling him I'd been working out today and asked if he could put away the equipment when he got home. I may have mentioned that I did a tough full body workout and that the girls really pushed me to my limits.
I stripped and went for a much needed shower upstairs, after I said my good byes to the girls. I was so pumped, I got a little engrossed in feeling my freshly pumped, hard worked muscles. I didn't pay attention to noise coming from downstairs. God, I hadn't felt like this in months, the heat in my muscles and the blood pumping in my veins. I flexed into the mirror closely examining every muscle, looking for all the little and not so little changes, seeing how pumped up and bulging every muscle was.
I couldn't stop myself as my left hand cradled and fondled my mountainous right bicep, my right hand was circling my abs, stroking the deep crevices between them, flexing my biceps every now and again. That was before my right hand travelled lower, moving closer to my swollen clitoris and moist kitty. My left made it's way up my arm, up to and then along my shoulder, reaching my chest just as my right fingers pierced my labia, the thumb rubbing my clitoris. I flexed my chest over and over again, feeling my pecs expand under my hand as I was building up my pleasure.
I was getting into a good rhythm when James' voice came from the door, asking me if I needed any help. I nearly jumped from my skin. I hadn't even heard the shower room door open. The noise from earlier was James getting home and putting away all the weights away. He old me he heard me in the shower, and immediately sped up, hoping to catch just this moment. And maybe get himself involved too.
James was in his insanely oversized bath robe but even with its size, his pec cleavage couldn't be contained nor his hulking quads. Even his giant cock couldn't be held back with the robe, at least when it was erect. It was clearly making its presence known, piercing the opening under the belt. He did have a trick for hiding it when Daisy was around though. He held it with the waist band near the side pockets. You could still see it but to his credit, it was “covered up”.
Anyway, my partner James had caught me masturbating to my muscles in our shower room after a very, heavy, work out. My body was pumped, muscles bulging and they were just craving attention. And my partner was offering to fulfil their desire? How could I refuse.
I pulled my fingers from my pussy to summon him over, my left hand still on my chest. He quickly disrobed as he stepped towards me, removing my hand from my chest.
“Allow me” he said as he began to message my chest. He started on my breasts before moving up to my pecs. I couldn't help but roll and flex my pecs as his fingers rubbed and caressed them. Although my muscles wanted attention, another part of me was already stimulated. I grabbed one of James' wrists and pulled his hand down slowly, allowing fingers to trace my muscles south towards my hungry kitty.
James followed my lead and continued from I was interrupted, his fingers stroking deep as his thumb got to work massaging my clitoris. And when his fingers hit my g-spot, my whole body tightened from the pleasure, my muscles flexing.
With my hands free, I started to give a performance with some little muscle dances before noticing his beast, was in need of some attention too. I pulled the beast into my abs and stroked it slowly while grinding it into my abs, flexing them, rolling them to add some, friction. I could feel it pulse on my stomach, its tip tantalisingly close to my pecs. His left hand was on my chest as he lowered his face to my right nipple. He hit my g-spot again just as he bit my nipple, sending me into a powerful orgasm. My cat even bit down on James' fingers. Showing her enjoyment from his touch. James quickly followed my climax with a powerful climax of his own as my abs flex and grip tightened from my orgasm, cumming all over the underside of my chest and abs.
We were both a mess now so it was time for an actual shower. James joining me in the shower was a great help and not just for the orgasm. The two of us were big, so big now that we actually struggle to wash certain parts without assistance. That's why we have such a large shower room and why we are used to doing such acts in the shower. That wasn't the first time we had sex in the shower or the only orgasms we had in the shower that day. What I'm getting at is showering is very difficult and is very timing consuming for two massive muscle beasts like us. And it usually is more so when there's help for, some unknown reason. I just couldn't help but asking if he was ready for round 2 as he washed my hulking back. His raging beast slapping my muscled ass gave me my answer.
I spread my lats both to help his cleaning progress and to further excite him. I also flexed each of my butt cheeks bouncing his beast up and down, left and right. I didn't stop until James grabbed both cheeks in his massive hands,squeezing them tight. He remove his left hand and stretched it wide around me and started to stroke my abs, descending slowly. I was already getting very wet and my tiger snapped at his fingers once they found her jaws. To my surprise, he retreated his hand up to my chest in raised me high from the ground before lowering me with no real effort onto the pulsing snake monster he claims to be a human penis. My tigress bit onto the head of penis as James slowly lowered me down, handling my 350lbs of bulging muscle like a precious light weight ornament. Both with care and with ease, I didn't even need to hold onto any walls. My pussy devoured his cock like a starved beast, filling my insides as it chewed his massive flesh stick. I was so glad I had mirrors installed on opposing walls in this bathroom. I managed to get a nice show of James' hulking physique treating my massive body like a giant sex toy, albeit slightly blurred out from all the steam. I made sure to give him a show too that I could feel internally he enjoyed very much. And the dirty talk, that man really knows how to please a muscle loving maiden and get them ready for more with just some sexy, dirty muscle talk from his serpent tongue.
I've been talking a lot about all the sex James and I was having but I assure you that's not all we do with each other. We were just a normal couple for the most part, well a normal heavily muscled couple, with a very active sex life. James and I didn't have any sex for literally years. And our sex drives are in overdrive from the treatment and our muscle lust. So please don't judge us.
During the next few months Katie and I had that talk I mentioned earlier. Daisy was demanded to be with so I let her. She also needed to hear some of this too. I made sure to cover up so the girls could pay attention, and not have Daisy scold me for flaunting in front of her girlfriend. Again.
I first asked Katie if she had told anyone what Daisy had told her on her birthday. Daisy had asked her to not tell anyone but I needed to be sure she didn't make the same mistake my daughter did. She didn't and I made sure she was to never tell anyone, and made it very clear that Daisy wasn't supposed to have told her. I even flexed a little as a part of my threat. Although, that might not have helped my case much. I gave Katie the same speech I gave to Daisy, telling her that Daisy's father had made the treatment so she had a right to use it. Daisy butted in to tell us she wanted Katie to go through it too. I had to explain to her that it would be harder for Katie to get it. Firstly she was a 6 months younger than Daisy and Daisy wouldn't be getting it until she was over 18 and has graduated from school. There was also the issue of her mother.
Katie and Daisy had met in the early years of school. Katie had transferred to her school shortly after David passed away. They quickly became best friends and have always been a pair. Daisy was the more active of the 2, always into her sports and being physically active while Katie was more of a bookworm and the 'brains' of to Daisy's 'brawn'. The two were inseparable so much that Daisy convinced Katie to join her for hockey. That's where I met Katie's mother.
We never really became friends like our daughters but knowing what I do, I can understand why. She had fled domestic abuse when Katie was 4. They had been moving from place to place before finally settling here when Katie was 8. She was always afraid that Katie's father would chase them down like he had done before. She also worked a lot to provide for Katie so she didn't make it to as many of the girls' games. Katie spent more evenings at our house when she was younger than at her own so her mother could work some of those extra hours. I was happy to help her and it also really help Daisy get past the trauma of losing her father. I will always be thankful to Katie for that.
Katie would have to tell her mother about the treatment, at least if she was going to progress like I think she will with Daisy. And that would be a problem. There was no way they could hid the changes they would be going through from her and we'd either have to bring her mother in on this or not let Katie go through with the treatment. I knew what Daisy was trying to say but couldn't. She wouldn't grow huge muscles like me and stay with Katie. But we both knew that wouldn't happen. She was too much like me, and like David. With the availability of it right in front of her, she could never resist it. She was going to deny me but we both knew the truth and she conceded. I could tell from my personal experience that she would not be able to hold back, even for Katie. And that alone.
I also hit Katie with a really hard truth just after crushing my daughter with reality. That if she couldn't trust her mother with who she was and who she loved, how could we trust both her and her mother with all of our lives and our safety. I didn't want to be mean or to push her into coming out with her mother but this secret involves our lives. I warned the girls that if people knew about all the things this treatment can do, people WILL be after it. And that would be very dangerous for all of us involved in it.
The treatment makes us very strong and as we later learned, bullet resistant to some firearms. Somebody tried to shoot at Rich at one time (years after this day) and Mike took the bullet for him. Mike had to pretend he was wearing a vest and got lucky. The AR15 rounds barely penetrated his skin and Alan pulled the slug from Mike's muscle tissue that day. Mike was 100% healed in less than 2 days. Despite being able to survive most gunshots, a high caliber bullet to the head would almost certainly still kill us. But the more scary scenario of some government coming after us with powerful non-lethal methods and turning us into research specimens or just torturing us. Yeah, the guys keep telling of me of these horror scenarios. So the biggest thing we needed from everyone involved was trust. Trust was key.
I apologised for being so hard with the girls but I wanted them to know how serious the issue they've become involved in was. I let the girls sit on all that information before taking Katie home. That night, I phone and asked Rich if he could investigate Katie's mother and gather as much information as he could. I had to tell him about the relationship between Katie and Daisy before he'd accept my request but he did accept it in the end.
Alan and Mandy were going out to celebrate their anniversary later that week and asked if James and I would look after their boys. Yup, Mandy was a mother of 2 little boys. They were 6 and 10 years old at that time. I had a wonderful idea and used this opportunity to ask Daisy if she wanted to show us some responsibility. She officially was hired as there babysitter the next morning, giving Alan and Mandy some more free time again. I heard the boys were very boisterous at that age. Daisy kept this job until Mandy's oldest turned 13, just before Daisy started the treatment.
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Chapter 15
I continued working out during those last few months too, although not as hard as I did that day. The growth bug bit again. I'd built my body into a better balance that I was happier with. Significantly more muscle with only a thin layer of fat. I was pretty shredded again and my veins were just popping. My boobs had shrunk down a few cup sizes, but I'm pretty sure my chest is bigger than ever before thanks to my pecs. So James and I decided we'd have to have another measuring session. And this time, we took pictures.
Daisy was at school and James cleared his schedule just for the day. James even decided to join me for a workout that morning. We hadn't done that in a long time and it felt really good having a workout partner around your level that could really push you. We probably went harder than we should have that day but James was still bigger than me, and that alone gave me some real motivation. My mouth was salivating when James worked his thundering chest, and it wasn't the one on my face.
It was measuring time but the twist today, was that both of us were getting measured. We put on some old posing suits that we had, which were extra tight on us. I had to make it clear to James that no matter how much we might want to, we don't start the extra activities until we reach the bedroom. I'd just got some new furniture that I didn't want broken. I honestly said it as much to my myself as I did to James.
We started with our heights. Mainly out of habit but to also get a final read. James clocked me at 6'2.5” while I measured James at a smidge over 6'3”. No changes, as we expected but a small part of me really wanted to be taller than him again. But that's what heels are for really.
We pulled out the scales and we started with James again. James custom built these scales for people of exceptionally high weight and to produce very accurate measurements. When the number finally settled it was James who jumped for joy. 420lbs it read. James had never been over 400lbs before. He had the biggest smile on his face as flexed in joy from the read out. He later confessed that George and Mike were starting to make him feel a bit small. There was something incredibly sexy about James being over 400lbs to me, made up almost entirely of super dense muscle. So, incredibly, sexy.
It was my turn next. The last time I had a weigh in was when I stopped trying to grow nearly a year ago. I was 336lbs then but I had a good few pounds of excess fat. I took a deep breathe before stepping on the scales. 381lbs. Damn. That felt so good. Pleasure just rushed through my body. I was about the weight James finished his treatment at. I may have gone too hard. I may have went too far. Then again, the pulsing reaction pressing against my thickly muscled ass was screaming no to that. Very, firmly so, giving me my answer.
We moved onto our other measurements, starting with arms. 27.5” guns anyone? The must have been the biggest guns ever, on a girl. Yup those were mine. I didn't always want to say his bigger measurements first. I mean he was bigger in every way, at this moment anyway. His guns exceeded an extra thick 29.5” with his peaks really starting to make model mountain ranges on his arms.
Our chests came next. I nearly screamed when James told me I had a bigger chest than Arnold in his prime, way bigger. 61 D. That's 61 inches! My chest was more than 5 feet. No wonder James and I can't resist temptations. I was proud of my result. Then I tried to work the tape around James' chest. 69 god damn inches. What the hell? No wonder I'm always sucked into it's gravity with that amount of mass. Mike had nothing on James chest.
My thighs were the closest to his in size being just 1 inch smaller at 41” to his 42”. Despite being the smallest difference in a direct size comparison, his thighs were twice as thick as my tight 21” waist and nearly twice his own 24” waist. James made sure we did calf measurements too even though we were both about to burst into a sexual frenzy. Mine were a fraction over 27” while his were just under 29”. I vaguely remember him joking about skipping leg day.
Before we moved over to the bedroom I wanted to get one last measurement, and it wasn't a muscle. I needed to get the scoop on the size of that monster cock of his. I ripped off his trunks before he knew what was happening and grab the beast, stroking it for a bit before kissing its tip. It was already pretty hard, but I needed it to be at its most erect to get a clean reading. That's when I thought up a better solution. I stretched a little before pulling out a most muscular pose that literally blew my top off. That worked, so I quickly moved to measure the beast after my flex. And by god. How did that even fit inside me? 16.5-16.75” long and more than 3.5” thick. It truly is a monster.
I remember Mandy complaining about Alan's penis growth from the treatment once. He'd nearly doubled in size to 11” inches and it took her some time to adjust. When I told her about James behemoth, she commented that she may have picked the wrong brother. And she had just complained that Alan was too big! That cheeky minx.
With the measuring done, James asked me if I'd like to carry or be carried to bed this time. I didn't need to think. My decision was to rip off my bottom and scale his behemoth for my starving kitty to feast upon where we stood. I used his bulging boulder sized shoulders for leverage yet despite his surprise, James quickly grabbed my muscled up ass to catch me on my descent. He continued to hold my butt with left hand as he used his right for balanced. He knew my answer. To be carried to bed while messaging his mighty beast with my feral kitty. Yeah, I broke my own rule that day, and James let me know it all afternoon as he took charge. We fucked for hours until my pussy was damn near broken. I'd never felt so numb down there and my head super fuzzy from the plethora of orgasms. James really went hard on me that day, but hey, I'm a big girl. I can take it. I wasn't the only one broken. I always take pleasure in that.
We spent the rest of the afternoon just cuddling in bed. James was resting his head on my massive pec pillows while he was stroking my bloated abs. His flaccid penis still inside me for the most part. My hands were either on his chest, quads or any of his mammoth muscles. We were so tired after all the hard fucking that we forgot about the destroyed suits in the main room. I'll never forget Daisy's shriek that day when she got home and found them. It would be more funny if it wasn't so embarrassing.
A few weeks later, Rich called us over to his penthouse for an emergency meeting the next day. He made sure to let us know it WAS an emergency but there would also be some good news for us all to hear. Stephanie and Quentin are almost finished with there treatments now and are spending there time travelling between there injections. Short little 3-6 day trips around the country. Stephanie was looking gorgeous. She's over 6' now with a killer six pack and toned legs most women would easily kill for. The two of them were away for this call but I'm not sure they would have been invited for this anyway. It seemed to be an 'inner circle' meeting.
We all arrived at the penthouse more than a little worried but we were very relieved to see everyone there, safe and sound. We'd had a night to sit with the idea of an emergency and James told me of the last time Rich called the group like this, David had died.
It was the 9 of us from the last party here. I almost didn't recognise George but I couldn't miss him, he was over 7' tall! He literally towers over the rest of us. And that oversized hoodie couldn't hide the insane bulk of his physique. What was Wicks feeding him? I know George did most of the cooking but still. I'm glad his treatment is over. I couldn't imagine him getting any bigger. Although, I think Wicks can. The atmosphere was quite relaxed once everyone arrived. Realising everyone was okay was what we needed to really settle all of our nerves. That was until Rich silenced everyone.
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Great cliffhanger K+
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Chapter 16
Sami had taken minutes for this meeting which really helps. I'll use some quotes from them to make things easier to explain.
Rich: I'm glad everyone was able to come today since we have some big announcements to make. Let's start with some great news. Sameen?
Sami: Yes. Well, Mike and I are having a baby.
That was a big surprise to everyone. Rich was only told about it a couple of days earlier Sami told me later and he too was floored by the news. They were getting married in 2 months and even having a baby shortly after. It clearly wasn't planned but the couple were very happy with this outcome. And by the way, when did Sami type this bit up? Didn't she stand up to tell us all her news? She even hugged Mike after the announcement.
We were all congratulating them both for awhile so I'll skip ahead a bit. Sami must have some good memory to write all this down.
Rich: Now that we're all done with congratulating you both, and I do hope you Sameen will be okay for your wedding too. But this news brings us nicely onto our next business. So, Alan. How are you feeling about the new gynaecologist?
Alan: She's qualified. She's already signed the NDA and she's already proven herself trustworthy. With Sameen's update, I recommend we bring her up to speed as quickly as possible.
Rich and Alan had already been preparing for a day like this one by hiring Dr Rachael Calder, a gynaecology specialist. We needed to make sure women enhanced by the treatment both could get pregnant and have babies safely. Those guys just kept thinking ahead. And Rich was still single too! Must have been Alan's idea. I'm sure of it.
Rich: That's good news. I ask if you and Amanda can proceed as planned, assuming we all vote to approve. I can also announce we've found a candidate to re........ to be our new bio-chemist. He's an older gentlemen but he should be trustworthy. He even specializes in retro-viruses. I want everyone to read his file and recommend a vote to approve of him to be brought in. If anyone has any doubts, we can still reject him and find another candidate.
So. Rich had finally found David's replacement. He'd be changing David's great legacy. My husband's legacy. My emotions were definitely confused about this. I needed some time to think. Lucky for me, James brought up what we were all kind of thinking. Well, except for me.
James: Sorry to interrupt. But you said this meeting was an emergency?All though all important, none of this really could be called an emergency.
Rich: Yes. Well, you are correct there. I will be out of contact starting tomorrow. If you need to contact me for any reason, leave a message with Wicks. Nobody else try to contact me for any reason. Until I send out a message that is.
We were all baffled by his statement. It's not like Rich hasn't been out of contact with us for weeks at a time before. Why was this going to be different. We were all so confused. Especially Wicks.
Wicks: Huh? Why through me?
Rich: Emily.
Wicks: Who? Oh? Oh. Yeah. I get it. I guess I can do that
It took a moment for Wicks to get it but the rest of us were even more confused now. I looked to James for a possible answer but he was just as clueless as me. We waited for Rich to give a better, more detailed explanation.
Rich: I'd rather not talk about this, but it could put us all at risk. Emily is my older sister. She called me saying she'd be 'visiting' this weekend.
Rich paused, clearly try to think of just how to phrase this.
Rich: If she was going to to just be around for the weekend, she would have just shown up. Her calling means she'll be staying awhile. Much longer than just a weekend. Emily can be very stubborn and I can't say we are currently on the best of terms. She's a possible threat to the project so please keep unnecessary contact to a minimum. She's already met Wicks, Mike and Sameen so please try to keep your distance from them too if possible. I'm sorry Sameen but we'll need to postpone looking for your temporary replacement. And James, we'll also put on hold our other business too.
James was going to be Rich's bodyguard when Mike was on his honeymoon. He'll probably do it again when the baby is born too. Mike was training him for the job. I guessed that was going to be on hold too. My family life was going to be turned around a bit, so I got curious.
Me: So, can you tell us about your sister, Rich? It sounds like this could be a big deal but I don't really understand. What's the big worry?
Not going to lie, I was probably the dumbest person in the room. I didn't get why a family member visiting would be an emergency let alone lock us down this way.
Rich: My sister and I have been competing to be the primary successor of our father's business empire. She's ruthless at getting what she wants. She's even directly stolen from me before. Instead of competing while directly working for our father, I chose to quit and start my own businesses. It's actually thanks to this project, you all, that I had the confidence to go through with that decision. When she flies on through she's usually just trying to lord some achievement over me or get over some bad relationship. But when she calls before coming, it's always serious business. She'll probably start snooping into all my work. And I really can't trust her. I don't want her to find out about the project. I promise to make this all go away soon. I hope that explains things.
We all got the message and hoped the situation resolved itself quickly. But we all missed a key detail in Rich's explanation, even Rich himself. We'd become so used to certain things, we just didn't think about them.
The rest of the meeting was just some minor updates on the project and our other financial revenues. We all then took the opportunity to catch up with people we hadn't seen in awhile. George and Wicks were now living together while Rich was still single.
Mike and George really do make James look kind of small. Mike was 6'7” and well over 400lbs. He was even joking that he wouldn't lose another arm wrestle, that was until Wicks put forward George. I wouldn't have been surprised if George was 5 or even 600 lbs. If he was in the woods, people would confuse him for a bear. There wasn't anything lean about him. He was just a massive hairy beast of a man. Very different from Mike's hulking off season bodybuilder like physique or James more lean but still massive body.
Mandy and I were all over Sami, asking her about her pregnancy and how she was feeling. The both of us were already experienced at this so tried to give her some advice from our own experiences. My pregnancy was pretty tame by most standards, it was the aftermath where experience went poorly. Mandy's 1st was similar to mine, maybe even less eventful but her 2nd one, that was a bit of a wild ride. Her stories had us laughing for the evening. Sami's was more on the tame side at the moment but who could really tell. Maybe her enhanced body was making it all easier for her.
James and I didn't stay too long after the meeting was over. Daisy was bringing Katie home for dinner that night so we couldn't stay for any of the usual after meeting fun. Before we left, Rich gave me another file to read. He said it was the investigation I had asked him for. It was all he had gotten at the moment and he told me he'd hand over anything he gets later after the Emily problem was resolved. He also reminded me he had another copy and would be looking over it himself when he had some free time. It felt nice knowing I had someone like Rich helping me with my family problems.
Life got quiet for the next few weeks. I was really enjoying the extra time I had with James. But that ended with another call from Rich. And what he told us what not what we were expecting. At all.
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Sorry for the late chapter, I really am trying to release 1 chapter once a week at the moment but this one, and the next one, need some serious editing.
I'm also considering changing up some of the future chapters. Would people prefer some more drama or conflict with characters or are people happy with just the slice of life fetish stuff with this story? I'm seriously asking people and can go either way.
Thanks for reading my stories and as always, any and all feedback and/or criticisms are welcome.
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TBH - the preference really is for you to tell the story in YOUR voice and with YOUR vision. W are all just happen to consume the world and characters and story you've built
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This is one of the best stories on here. I love the growth and the slow build up. Keep it going!
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Damn I am loving this gem