Don't Disturb Your Mother

[GLKnight]

Little early, but here ya go!

We Wish You A Merry Lift-Mas

It was the fourteenth of December, and all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, except for Rick and Allie being petulant towards each other downstairs.

And Valerie who had taken up a new hobby of woodworking, as her lathe worked overtime perfecting her newly kindled interest in manly hobbies.

And, of course, our newfound companion of a two year old Belgian Malinois that one of our neighbors couldn't take with them in their move to another state before Thanksgiving.

"Well," I sighed as I realized the nap that I was hoping for was not going to happen. "It looks like it's just you and me, Marlin. You think we should go for a run to- OOF!!"

As soon as I said the word "run", Marlin was instantly a reddish-brown, tan and black bundle of energy as he literally hopped on top of me as I lay on the bed. Proceeding to attack me in ways only an overly excited dog can. Within seconds, my face was a slobbering mess as I pushed him off of me.

"Okay," I cried out as I wiggled his ears. "I get it! I get it! Let me get some warm clothes on, boy!"

Within minutes, I had changed into some sweats and a hoodie and running shoes and made my way downstairs, only to find both of my children being held in the air by their mother. I could immediately tell by the look on her face that she had caught them in the midst of a full blown fight.

"Stop stealing my phone," Allie screamed as she kicked at her brother.

Rick slapped at her, forcing Valerie to grunt as she held them out in a full T-pose. Her face getting red due to the capitulating kids

"A little help?", Val asked over the furor. I immediately motioned for her to put the kids down as I cleared my throat.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I shouted in that tone only parents can give when they're at their limit. You know the one. That exact delivery that you always got as a kid when you tested the limits and pushed a little too far. The one that always made your head pop up and cause you to go "Uh Oh".

Yeah, THAT tone.

Needless to say, Rick and Allie quickly clammed up as soon as they heard my voice.

"What in the Heck is going on between you two?" I demanded. Normally, their arguing was bad. But if it was enough to pull their mom in from the cold, it must have gotten really bad! Naturally, Allie was the quickest on the draw when it came to the Blame Game.

"Rick stole my phone!"

As Allie charged at her brother, forcing Valerie to put herself between them once more, I approached Rick with my hand out.

"Gimme your sister's phone, Richter."

The way my son's face went sour told me Allie was telling the truth. With a huff, he reached into his pocket, pulling out Allie's new phone and slapping it into my hand.

"Before you give it back," he offered, an interesting look in his eyes. "Did you know that Allie has a date lined up that she didn't tell you about?"

This threw his sister into a complete rage as she struggled to break free from Valerie's powerful grip.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!", she screamed, red faced and clawing at Rick like an angry cat. Val, however, was absolutely ready for her by keeping her in a gentle bear hug.

"KNOCK IT OFF," she shouted, instantly putting Rick and Allie in line. If they viewed me as the authority figure, then they knew their mom was my Right Hand. Especially given what the Nexiron-26 did to her. I held Allie's phone up as I gave Rick the disappointed stare.

"It's not right to keep teasing and conniving your sister like this," I told him. Rick's eyes drifted down, joining me in my disappointment.

"I know," he muttered. "I'm sorry, dad."

I shook my head as I walked up next to Allie, handing her phone back.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

He sighed and closed his eyes, subtly shaking his head.

"Do I have to?"

"I'd say you do," Val told him as she put our daughter back on her feet. We could see that Rick was struggling with the words. Val and I always tried to keep him on the right path, but every now and then he'd just push that little bit more. And like always, a fight would break out, or something would go missing. We don't know why he does it. Probably teenage things, like most kids his age. But damn, if it wasn't bothersome.

Suddenly, Rick threw his hands up in frustrating surrender.

"Gnnh, fine! Allie, I'm sorry for taking your phone and spying on you!"

"See," Val told him, ruffling his hair like a child. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," Rick muttered, clearly pouting.

"BUT," I exclaimed, turning to our gymnast. "That doesn't excuse you from hiding the fact that you have a date from us."

Allie immediately grew upset, meaning she was about to start shouting again.

"THAT'S NOT FAIR," she screamed, causing me to wince from how shrill she was getting.

"It ISN'T fair," her mom added, crossing her arms and going into a power pose that highlighted her pecs. "Keeping secrets from your father and I is abso-LUTELY not fair, is it?"

"It's okay," I told Val, putting my hand on her arm and maybe giving it a quick squeeze. "We shouldn't be so quick to judge. Allie, just keep us in the loop, okay?"

The way Allie's eyes darted between her mother and I told me she was seriously conflicted. There was something about this date that she was clearly hiding, but she knew that we love and only want what's best. So, with an indignant grunt as she leaned her head back, she relaxed and opted to be honest.

"I have a date for the Winter Formal," she told us.

"With Alex Dubowski," I added. "Right?"

The sudden "Psht!" from our daughter caught me off-guard.

"Alex doesn't know what he's doing, Dad. I'm going with Mark Devry next Saturday!"

"Wait," Val asked, clearly realizing what she meant. "Doesn't know what he's-"

"ANYWAY," Allie continued on. "Mark's on the track team and part of Debate, so I know he qualifies to both of your standards. And you don't need to worry, as the Formal is completely chaperoned! So there will be adults there, no need for you to-"

I immediately cut her off, knowing where she was headed.

"You mean the Winter Formal as sponsored by my company? The Winter Formal that I agreed to chaperone back in September?"

The look on my daughter's face was priceless. Hard to describe exactly, with wide eyes, her jaw literally dropping, her face turning a bright scarlet. Actually, strike that. Much easier to describe than I thought. But in a word? She was flabbergasted.

"WHAT?!"

I think all of us winced at the subharmonic screech Allie unleashed.

"I've been part of the chaperone committee since Sept-"

She rushed towards me, grabbing my shirt. Something I had never seen her do before.

"DROP OUT," she demanded. "Tell them something came up! A work related thing! Mom's pregnant! ANYTHING! Just don't do the Formal!"

Valerie and I exchanged a look, weirded out by how hard Allie was fighting on this.

"It's really short notice," I told her. "And I've been involved every step of the way. Plus, they wanted me to take part in thanking everyone for all they've done."

With a frustrated growl, Allie pushed me into her mother's arms before storming off to her room.

"Why must you make my life an absolute NIGHTMARE!"

After we heard her stomp upstairs and slam her bedroom door, Rick began to laugh in disbelief.

"She had a full meltdown, didn't she?"

But as he looked over at me and his mom, his laughter died down at the look we were giving him in return.

"I think I know why you did this," Valerie told him in a rumbling growl. "You're not going to the Formal."

"That's not fair," he bemoaned. "Caiden and I were- Oops."

I couldn't help but cackle as I could practically FEEL Valerie getting incensed.

"You were going with your sister's FRIEND?! That's what this was really over?"

I swear, I had never seen Rick move on the field as fast as he booked it upstairs, with both his mom and Marlin hot on his heels with every step. I had never seen any movement exercises for those on Nexiron-26. I'd have to make some notes. But as I pulled out a notepad for some possible testing, an idea came to me. One I'd have to talk to Val when she came back down after laying into Rick for what he'd done.

------

It was the twentieth of December, and all through the gym, the music was loud and hard to hear your own thoughts in the din. Kids were dancing everywhere, and I had taken my position near the entrance, as expected. Checking in students and parents who agreed to help with festivities, arranging with teachers to patrol the school, the usual rigmarole. Suddenly, I noticed someone had stopped in front of the table.

"Name and-"

As I looked up, I noticed the smile of the school's new Vice Principal, Mrs. Amber Winchester arm and arm with her husband.

"Mrs. Winchester," she told me, smiling like a schoolgirl as she tugged on the crook of her husband's arm. "Vice Principal with my husband?"

Suddenly, a flash of realization washed over the tall, well built man's face.

"Honey! You're not gonna believe this, but this is the owner of Sandow Industries!"

Her eyes grew wide when she realized who I was.

"Oh! My! Goodness, I had no idea! I've seen you coming and going from our neighbor's place! It's so great of you to support your family like you do!"

I had no clue what the Hell she was talking about, so I played along.

"I mean, YEAH! Rick and Allie can be trouble, and Val does so much for us! I honestly think I could do so much in kind, sometimes!"

As Amber leaned down, giving a look down her light blue dress at her... ASTOUNDING set of breasts as she wrote nametags for both her and her husband, she flashed me a smile that said either "I'm so sorry for you" or "You must be lonely, so enjoy the view". I wasn't sure which, and a part of me wondered if it was both. But it reminded me that I had to work on a possible treatment for Val's milk issue, though she had recently admitted that she liked the way it made her chest feel.

"I know that feeling! Especially with Val being a single father and all that!"

"I'm sorry?"

The assured look she gave me irked me somewhat.

"Val? Raising those two kids by himself? It's so great of you to help him out, what with your company and all you do for the community?"

"I think you've misunderstood something," I told her. "Val isn't-"

The sound of a song with a lot of bass, something that sounds like it would be a hit with someone Amber's age, cut me off. Her attention shifting from me to the larger dance floor.

"Let's go, Severn! Mama wants to DANCE!"

Without another word, Amber led him into the crowd, leaving me confused and dangling in the breeze before I could explain everything. Shaking my head, I looked over the list of faculty, noting Amber had arrived before putting my hands in my face and groaning. Val WAS right about her. Amber WAS like meeting a steamroller who wanted to talk at you the entire time they were running you over.

"Judging by the way you look, you just met our neighbor for the first time."

A large hand attached to a large arm in a felt red sleeve placed a cup of punch in front of me. I reached out, interlacing my fingers with Val's own, my much slimmer hand clearly paling in comparison to my wife's stronger, more manly one.

"I did," I told her as I kissed her thumb. "If she was less confident, she'd still be trouble."

Val wrapped her arms around me, hugging me from behind as her Santa Claus beard drifted across the back of my neck.

"Well don't you worry," she told me, kissing me on the top of my head. "This single dad's gonna make sure you get the full blown treatment when we get home, alright?"

I chuckled as Val took the seat next to me. And looking her over, I have to say she looked the part of Santa to a T. Well, if Santa was more of a muscular hunk that could barely be contained within his outfit and an obviously fake beard on his face. At that moment, the thought of taking her somewhere in the school and giving her a gift from my own sack that I knew she would love was very appealing. But I had responsibilities, which meant I couldn't partake in Santa Val's cookie.

"So, any updates?"

Taking off her cap, Val ran her hand through her thick blonde hair, giving a quick rub to the shaved sides of her masculine haircut. A stipulation we discussed if she was to go out in public, given her new form. Though it seems she really enjoyed the way she looked as time went on, particularly the amount of respect she was given by random people. Though her male model like looks didn't hurt things, either.

"Not much to tell," she said, taking a sip of her punch. "I have yet to see Allie, though I know she's here considering I saw her purse over on her friends' table earlier. Outside of that, someone snuck in some food and another snuck in some alcohol."

I laughed at the alcohol part.

"That brings back memories," I said, sneaking my hand onto hers under the table. "Remember Homecoming our Junior year?"

"Don't remind me," Val groaned. "Marcus Delonge kept trying to make moves on me. Debbie Gillicutty kept trying to make plays for you. And Nico was busted for replacing the school's punch with Jungle Juice!"

We both broke out into laughter at the memory, easily the most awkward school dance of our lives. As we quieted down, taking sips off our drinks, a thought came to mind.

"Speaking of Nico, do you know what he's up to?"

Val turned contemplative, giving it some serious thought.

"Last I heard, he went into the military. Seemed he was involved in Intelligence or something. He rarely posted before, well... you know..."

I mentally kicked myself. That must have meant she was unable to keep up with him after the Nexiron-26. Though that might have been for the best, as it was designed with Government backing.

"I'm... I didn't mean to-"

I felt Valerie gently squeezing my hand, reassuring me.

"No apologies, okay? You did what you did for me. We have plenty of time to figure out how to make this work, okay?"

Suddenly, I noticed a heavyset man approaching the table.

"We'll talk later," I told her, giving her hand another quick squeeze and letting go before the man stopped in front of us.

"Mr. Sandow," he said, nodding his head. "Hope you don't mind, but I need to borrow Kris Kringle for a minute. I need an extra pair of hands for something, and he's perfect for the job."

"Okay," Val said, standing up. "Sure, Coach Williams. Anything to help!"

As the Coach began leading Val out of the gym, she turned to me, mouthing the phrase "five minutes" as she raised her hand before reaching for the fake beard she was wearing and throwing it on the table, quickly catching up with our son's football coach.

------

"So what's the problem?" Val asked, unsure of what the coach wanted her to do.

"We caught video footage of some people sneaking into the weight room here on campus," he grumbled, his stocky body stuck between a waddle and an angry gait. "Not sure who they are, but we can't run the risk, you know?"

Val rubbed her square jaw, feeling the smooth skin of her freshly shaved face as she nodded her head.

"I understand," she said, letting the deep powerful tones of her voice sound like she knew what to do. But her mind still raced faster than her footsteps. She knew she didn't know how to fight, but she still went along with this? Is this the kind of ego-driving claptrap men deal with when called on to do something like this? Her nerves were starting to get frazzled, having no clue what to do when it came right down to it.

Approaching the weight room, both of the adults noticed that the lights were on. Putting his hand on the door, Coach Williams turned to look at Val with a serious look on his face.

"Be ready for anything," he told Valerie. "We don't know what'll happen once I-"

It was at that moment that, underneath the thrumming of the music coming from the gym, the hunky mother noticed a noise coming from inside the room. A familiar song that she had heard several times that week. Quickly muscling towards the door, she grabbed the handle and threw the door open, revealing a room full of kids, including Allie's redhead friend Caiden and a soon to be grounded until next decade boy. All twelve kids in the room, including several of the children holding cans of cheap beer, partying right alongside the Winter Formal.

"RICHTER WILSON SANDOW," she shouted as she stormed into the room, causing all of the underage party-goers to freeze in place as the incredibly intimidating, musclebound Santa that busted them. "WHAT IN THE WORLD DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

Sheepishly shying away from the tirade that was about to be unleashed on him, he leaned down and turned off the music.

"You know Rick?", the coach asked, catching Val before she could lay into her son. The mighty, manly mom turned towards the coach, trying to think of something so that she wouldn't be questioned.

"He's, uh... He's family."

The coach pat Val on the shoulder as he looked at all of his players and their dates.

"You hear that?", Coach Williams called out. "We should all be so lucky to have an uncle like Val here is for Rick!"

The other teenagers groaned as they started to pack up. But Rick, knowing he was about to get a tongue lashing, held himself from embarrassing his mother by correcting the Coach.

"We'll talk when I get home," she told Rick, snatching the can out of his hands. "March down to the gym and tell your dad why I'm having you ask him to drive you home! You got me?"

Knowing the trouble he was in, Rick just silently nodded his head, looking at Caiden forlornly as he huffed despondently and walked behind the coach out into the hall and around the corner. Leaving Valerie in the gym by herself as she began to pick up half full cans of beer, taking each to the nearby water fountain and pouring them out. But with each pass of collection, her eyes kept drifting across the weight room. Sizing up each station, noting how the school's weight sets had an impressive number. Until, with the last can emptied, she couldn't hold herself back. Her muscles twitching as the urge to test the steel her son and his friends used nearly every day.

"It wouldn't hurt to do a quick set," she muttered to herself. "I didn't get a chance to work out today. And Rick DID get my upset, so I could use the release..."

Taking a quick look around, Valerie shucked her Santa jacket, letting her torso breathe as she rolled her shoulders and shook out her nerves before moving towards the plates on the wall. Taking four trips, she stacked the bar as much as she could. Then, locking the plates in place, she sat down on the bench, took a couple quick breaths and slid beneath it. Grabbing the bar, she grunted as her knuckles went white, pushing upward as the nearly six hundred pounds of metal plates caused the bar to wobble and bend.

"Let's do this," she muttered to herself, letting the bar slowly lower as she slowly breathed in. She could feel the bite of the cold metal bar on her hot skin, causing her to moan as her nipples began to tingle and firm. Then with a hiss, she threw the bar upward, grunting as she reached the full length of the first rep. Causing Valerie to chuckle at how easy lifting weights seemed to be getting for her as of late.

Suddenly, the sound of a woman singing caught her attention.

"Santa baby, just slip a Sable under the tree for me..."

Looking down her chest, Val realized who her companion was as Amber slid her hand up her leg. The felt rubbing into her thigh as the Vice Principal's fingertips gently caressed the muscle underneath.

"Been an awful good girl," she sang, leaning forward as her hand moved across Valerie's abs. The skinship adding to the incredible view of Amber's double K cup breasts weighing on her dress, causing an incredible amount of cleavage. Valerie couldn't help herself, feeling her clit throb against her underwear.

"Mrs. Winchester," Valerie rumbled in her baritone, trying to regain control of herself as Amber moved upward, forcing the manly mother to quickly rack the bar. "What are you doing?"

But Amber was not listening. A smile on her lips as she put her face close to Valerie's.

"Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight!"

A conflict raged inside of Valerie. She couldn't help but feel her urge to give in and take Amber like her neighbor wanted. But every time a flash of desire was stoked, a surge of pain from the potential betrayal shot through her. She could fulfill the brunette's wishes, to take her, dominate her, even cuck her manly husband. But revealing herself, her family, her abject guilt of betraying the man she most loved in the world always came with it.

So, pushing Amber away, Valerie shot up from the bench. Moving hastily away from the woman to give her some distance.

"Mrs. Winchester! Please don't do this! We're on school grounds! And think of your husband!"

With a playful pout, Amber pushed herself to her feet. And placing her arms underneath her breasts, turned from side to side.

"I have," she said, lifting her arms to push her massive breasts up. "But I can't get you out of my head, Val!"

Her look turned predatory as she slowly walked forward, her eyes locking with Valerie's. The masculine mother took timid steps back, knowing that Amber might not take no for an answer. She could feel how stiff her feminine dick was, how it seemed to be crying out to be touched, to be pleased. But Val knew now was not the time.

"You have to," Val told her, looking around for her coat. "For your sake, as well as my family!"

As she grabbed her coat, the sudden feeling of Amber running into her caught Val off guard. Reflexively wrapping her massive arms around the school executive, who snuggled into her powerful pecs as she righted herself. Nearly causing Valerie to moan at the dual sensation of her relaxed chest muscles being motorboated alongside the buxom brunette's sandy breasts being pressed onto her rippling stomach.

"They'll never have to know," she said. "Your body is just so... And you're so powerful! I want to be in your arms! I want to feel you flexing for me! I want to worship your unbelievable body! Fawn over your fantastic physique! Completely give myself as you-"

It suddenly dawned on Valerie that Amber, Mrs. Winchester to her children, her neighbor of less than two months, was completely infatuated with her. Her neighbor's desire for intimate relations with the body she was given by dedication to her weightlifting regimen and Nexiron-26 feeding the school administrator's delusions of who Valerie was.

"Is this what it's like for some men?" she thought to herself. "To have this build, this strength and wrangle with the turmoil it can bring? I'm having trouble managing my arousal, as is! Imagine if I had a dick and balls! I'd practically be fucking non-stop!"

Taking a deep breath, Valerie gently pushed Amber away from her.

"I can't do this," Valerie told the incredibly busty brunette, jittery as she fought back her urges. "I can't do this to my family!"

Quickly turning away, the manly mother quickly slipped on the Santa jacket as she hurried out of the weight room, boots loudly echoing off the walls and into the low thrum of the music playing in the gym. Taking a second to realize what she had just done, Amber ran into the hallway to find it empty.

----

My heart was heavy as I led Rick out to the car.

"You know you'll have to tell your sister about how you've been keeping your relationship with her friend a secret," I told him, trying to look him in the eye but only getting my impetuous son gazing at his shoes.

"I know," he said, remorsefully. "I just thought-"

"You'd thought what?" I cut in. "That you'd party NEAR the Formal, so you wouldn't technically go TO it? That way, you weren't TECHNICALLY disobeying me?"

His eyes darted up, looking at me with a pained expression.

"It was dumb," he shouted. "I admit it! I broke the rules and deserve to get punished!"

"You didn't just break the rules," I fired back at him, looking hurt. "You also broke my trust, Richter! I'm your dad, and I just want the BEST for you, alright? And drinking on school premises is not keeping my trust!"

As my breath steamed upward, drifting into the air, I could see that my son, my darling, gifted boy, was fighting back tears at the scolding I had just given him. I always tried to be the caring father who tried to sit with his kids and teach them right from wrong. But despite how much he was still my little boy, I knew that I had gotten lucky. Because if this was all he was doing, that meant he was growing up. And I still had time with him.

"Can we just go home?" he asked. Letting me know that he was tired, just as much as I was.

"Get in," I told him. "We'll talk about this more when we-"

The sound of the school doors slamming open drew me away, making me watch as Valerie was running at full speed towards the car.

"Wait up," she shouted, clearly looking panicked. "I'm coming with you!"

"It's okay," Rick said as he moved aside so his mom could climb in the front seat. "You don't need to lay into me like-"

"Let's just go home," she practically spat out. The look in her eyes telling me she did not want to be here any longer as she climbed in.

"O-Okay," I stammered as Rick and I climbed inside the sedan, as well. As I turned over the ignition, I noticed Val's eyes were locked on the doors she had just run from. And following her view, I saw our neighbor slowly walking outside. A pensive look on her face as I put the vehicle in gear and drove away.

"Honey?" I asked, sweetly. "Are you okay?"

"Not here," she rumbled, clearly freaked out about something. "Not right now."

------

When we got home, I told Rick to get some Cocoa and head upstairs. Valerie just sat on the couch in the living room, only the tableside lamp turned on as some relaxing seasonal jazz played on the sound system. When he was in his room, I warmed some cider and brought a glass for each of us.

"Thank you," Valerie quietly said as I sat down beside her. The only sound in the house for a minute after being the sound of a solemn saxophone and a piano backed by the swishing brush across the drums.

"Are you okay enough to tell me what happened?" I asked, looking at her to find her eyes staring into the distance.

"Y-Yeah," she muttered, taking another sip off her drink. "I think I'm okay."

I looked at my cup, staring into it like a scrying mirror. Giving both of us a moment.

"I saw Mrs. Winchester walk out of the building after you," I said, trying to put it gently. "Did something happen with her?"

Valerie put her cup next to the lamp she was by, her breath heaving as she sighed while bending down and putting her hands on her head.

"I almost crossed a line," she softly cried. "I... I almost-"

A heavy sob broke her cadence. Instinctively, I put my drink down and put my arms across her broad back. Holding her tight as she began to weep. The way her magnificent body roiled and moved with each shudder or wavering breath, her entire form attuned to her emotions. I could tell she was deeply sorrowful and couldn't hold it in.

"You didn't cross a line," I told her. "You held it together because you're stronger than-"

She quickly wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight as she returned my hug.

"Don't," she told me, my shoulder quickly getting wet as she pushed her head against my neck. "I wasn't strong! I wanted it, Dylan! I wanted her! But I couldn't betray you or the kids! It hurt so much, thinking of the harm I'd be doing to all of you! I don't-"

I shushed her as I stroked her hair, letting Valerie cry as she held me tight. As I comforted my wife, I knew I'd have to do something. I knew the Nexiron-26 was the root of this issue. Ever since we increased the doses, her gains have been astronomical but her arousal has been almost out of control. It was almost like she was suffering from a double dose of nymphomania the longer she was on it.

"It's okay," I told her. "You have nothing to apologize for."

For the next two hours, Marlin and I took care of Valerie. Attending to her, making sure she was comfortable, especially Marlin who curled up on the couch with her when I wasn't there. Messaging Allie about where I was, what was going on and to let me know when she was ready to come home. By the time I brought her home, Valerie was asleep in our bed. So, bidding Allie goodnight, I went upstairs, made sure not to trip over Marlin as he lay by my side of the bed and slid in behind my wife. Holding her close as she slept, thinking of things I'd need to do in order to help my wife once more.

[jhunter]

Great to see more, and an interesting hook to see how things will proceed. Thanks, keep it up.

[Cav79]

 I quite like their relationship. Hope she dies not ruin it by cheating.

[GLKnight]

Started writing the next installment of The Sandow Family story. Should be ready in a few days.

This month, Valerie has an identity crisis which causes Dylan to push forward in testing a new variant of Nexiron-26 that should help things out. But when Allie invites her built redheaded friend Caiden over to train in Val's basement gym, new drama sparks when a teenage crush becomes known.

Where will the story go? Find out in "Happy New Gear"!

[Wookey]

Looking forward to it

[ArkhamAsylum]

Those plotdevelopments sound very interesting. I still have to read through 'Your House', but I'm looking forward to the continuation of 'The Sandow Family' as well.

[GLKnight]

Sorry for the slight delay. Health reasons. Anyway, as promised, the next installment of The Sandow Family is ready for you guys.

HAPPY NEW GEAR

I had to admit, it was a very quiet New Year's for us. Rick went camping with his friends after Christmas. Allie spent the night with her friends at her redheaded friend, Caiden's place. Leaving just me, Valerie and Marlin to ourselves for a couple days. Since Val's emotional outburst before Christmas, we've dialed back her dosages of Nexiron-26 to twice a day until I can figure out how to fix the hormonal imbalance issue it was causing my wife to go through. Although the one thing she was unhappy about was that, despite being as horny as she has been the past few months, her lifts had noticeably gone down. She was struggling at 100 lbs. lighter than before, and her stamina had fallen off a cliff. She was still far, FAR stronger than me and built like she was Jay Cutler's bigger, more defined cousin. But she was definitely going through withdrawals.

"Dylan? Can you give me a hand, honey?"

Like the fact her flexibility had gone down, meaning she needed my help with more intimate matters.

"Gimme a second! Gotta let Marlin into the backyard for a minute!"

Opening the sliding glass door and letting our new family member out to do his business, I slammed it shut and hustled upstairs to find my stud of a wife grimacing as she found her body was getting in the way, having put on a few pounds over the holidays from her increased appetite biting her in the ass without the Nexiron to help her metabolism process her intake. Struggling to reach across her shirtless body with a handful of shaving cream so she could lather her armpit due to a small crop of hair that had grown over the past two weeks.

"Could you be a doll and-?"

I quickly grabbed the shaving cream from the can and spurted some on my hand.

"Not a problem!"

Quickly lathering her up, I grabbed a razor and stopped. I noticed the stuff that she was using.

"Hold on," I asked her. "Isn't this stuff part of what Allie got you for Christmas as a gag gift?"

Val's deep, rumbly laugh was rather infectious today. A clear sign she was in a better mood than she was a couple days ago when frustration hit her hard after finding her squats had gone down from five sets of 20 to three sets of 10, causing her to lash out and inadvertently throw a plate through the basement window and scaring Marlin in the shed when I was working on a possible fix for the formula.

"I figured since we had it, I'd use it."

Shaking my head, I began to gently shave away the unwanted body hair as Val leaned forward. I noticed she was staring into the mirror hard and heavy, lost in deep thought.

"Something on your mind, Valerie?"

She sighed as she ran a hand over her jaw, her eyes misty and wistful.

"Who am I, Dylan?"

The sound of the shaving was loud as we were both quiet for a moment, switching the razor to my left so I could rinse it quickly before continuing.

"I don't think I quite follow you, babe."

Lowering her arm, Valerie turned to me. The look of painful contemplation was evident on her face.

"My face, my body, my voice? Everyone who sees me either thinks I'm Rick and Allie's father, or their uncle! It's bad enough I had to change my hair so we could hide the fact you saved my life with a drug you created for the military. But living like... this? It's making me doubt I'm even a woman anymore. And now, with the body hair and the beard. And my clit being the size of a dick and how horny I am all the time. It's like I went through a second puberty, from girl to woman, and now woman to man."

Tears ran down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I'm tired of this, Dylan! I'm so confused and I want to scream all the time that I AM a woman at everyone! But I don't know what to do!"

"I know it's rough," I whispered softly as I rubbed her shoulders. "But I'm right here, Valerie. And no matter what, you're still the woman I love. Even if you got taller, can bench press a car and make Fabio look like a nerd now."

I let go of her, gently lifting her arm again so I can double check my shave job.

"But that really doesn't change the way I feel," she told me. "Every time I look in the mirror, I see two versions of me. The old me who's a mother, a beauty queen and woman people idolized. Then there's the current me. With the square jaw, the body of a muscle god, the sex drive of three teenage boys and the fact that I never had any interest in other women before all this. And it's like the longer I'm like this, the more the old me fades away."

Kissing her rounded shoulder, I wrapped my arms around my wife again, not so subtly putting my hands on her fuller pecs. Feeling the warm padding underneath her skin as I placed my chin on her mountainous traps and sighed deeply.

"You know I've been trying to think of ways to tinker with the Nexiron formula. And if my calculations are correct, I have a hunch I might have found a new direction to take things. So if you want, I'll push forward and work out the details with a prototype, okay?"

I saw Valerie look at me through the mirror, her magnificently manly hands on mine as she contemplated what I was offering her. And with a small nod, chose to trust me on this.

"When do you think you might have a test sample ready?" she asked me.

I slipped to her right side, gently lifting her arm up to continue her routine.

"Maybe a couple weeks, if I push things?"

"That's pretty quick," she said as she handed me the shaving cream.

"Been working on it off and on. Now steel yourself, babe. Things are about to get giggly."

As Val bit her lip, I quickly lathered her up as she wiggled from my touch. Her tough facade breaking as she began to laugh due to being ticklish on her right side.

"STOP," she cried, swatting at me playfully. "DON'T!"

I grabbed her hands, playing along as she pulled me in for a kiss.

"Not my fault you're ticklish!"

As I held her mighty physique close to mine, lips pressed together as only lovers who are aware of the motions of those they love know, I was reminded of the vow I made all those years ago. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. To have my wife in my arms and hold her so close. To see her withered by sickness and to play such a massive role in rebuilding her back to health. And now, to see her mental health take such a blow, I knew it was my responsibility to step up again. To once again do only what I could do, for Valerie.

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After over two weeks of intense work both at home and at the company, I think I cracked it. I might have found a way to not only help keep Val's gains going, but to also give her the peace of mind by enhancing the feminine features she seemed to be remorseful about losing. It was definitely a win-win for her. Though to be honest, I was going to miss how powerful she looked when on the initial version of Nexiron-26. I mean, yeah, she had practically gone all the way into manhood without actually growing her own dick and balls. And yeah, she did find shaving and waxing rather tedious. But I still loved her no matter what she looked like. If that means I might have bisexual tendencies, then oh well. I'd do anything for the woman I love.

Which, as of walking through the door of our house that afternoon, meant helping her regain what she felt she had lost, then so be it.

There was one little thing I hadn't accounted for.

"Daddy? Can Caiden and I use the gym in the basement? She wants to train with mo- er, VAL and get some pointers?"

That little thing was my kids. Specifically, Allie.

"I'm sorry," I said, blindsided with her spitfire of a question. "The who wants what with who, now?"

Allie rolled her eyes, cocking her hip and pointing over her shoulder with her thumb.

"Caiden?"

I nodded my head. I knew who Caiden was.

"Wants to train."

"Okay."

Flexing her arm, I noticed Allie's bicep pop. She must have started working out again.

"With Uncle Val in the gym downstairs."

Wait, why'd she say that last part so slowly?

"Allie," I asked her, very confused by her strange approach. "Why are you acting so weird? You know you can just asking your m-"

It was at that moment I saw the door leading down to the basement swing open, revealing that Allie's friend Caiden was, in fact, already here. And by the looks of things, ready to work out in a pair of matching royal blue hot pants, sneakers and crop top that left very little to the imagination. Her bright, straight red hair tied back in a ponytail. To be honest, I had never gone to one of Allie's meets, nor had ever met Caiden. But given the fact she was both taller than the average gymnast I had ever met, plus she seemed a little bulkier than the average gymnast but had it all layered in perfectly even musculature meant she definitely stood out.

"...You're more than welcome to work out downstairs! Just... run it by "Val", okay?"

It was at that moment that my wife, who had decided to pick up running once more, came back with Marlin in tow. Since the last time I shaved her body, she had noticeably lost some mass and softened in what she called "a bulking phase" so as to keep her spirits up. But there were other changes, too. Her facial features had softened, her body hair thinning somewhat. It was weird seeing her go from shriveled and weak to primal masculinity and strong, and it was weird seeing all that fading away. Even her urge for sex had gone down significantly, spending more time alone than before in areas other than the gym or with her hobbies. It made me wonder if she was fighting a war I couldn't see, the two sides of her personality clashing for dominance. The beauty queen versus the hunky bodybuilder, the two halves of the woman I love.

Today, however, was not going to be a day she could avoid the issue.

"Val! Just who I needed to talk to!"

Grabbing my love's arm as she let Marlin off his leash, I pulled her into the nearby dining room as the young Belgian Malinois ran off to greet our guest.

"Dylan," she quietly asked me. "What's going on?"

"Don't get mad," I said, looking around to make sure we weren't being intruded upon. "But Allie apparently made a promise to Caiden that you would work out with them and give them some tips on training."

I could tell that hit a nerve with Valerie as she closed her eyes and groaned.

"Good thing I went for a run, I guess. I haven't hit the weights in weeks, though."

"It might be a good chance," I told her. reaching into my pocket. "Because I think I might have something that'll lift your spirits a bit..."

My wife's eyes went wide as I pulled out a little satchel, opening it to reveal an injector gun and several vials of a pink solution.

"Is that...?!"

I nodded my head, causing her to take the entire stock to get a closer look.

"I'm calling it Nexiron-26-E, as it's built off of ways to build muscles while regulating Estrogen. While only half as effective as what I've relabeled as Nexiron-26-Pure, it should help develop a physique that is more feminine, yet still strong enough to give you some noticeable gains. Though there are some similar side effects to Pure, like height growth, amplified sex drive to a lesser degree, and more that need to be tested and worked upon. But overall, it's a less intense version of Nexiron... just like you wanted."

"When can I start taking it?" she asked, enraptured as she looked through one of the vials.

"As soon as the current dosages cycle out of your system. Which means some serious withdrawals, as well as dealing with a new course of the Syletho-Dewlers Syndrome."

Her smile quickly faded away as she turned her eyes towards me, the memory of her body consuming itself being like the scent of a fresh dug grave that was ever present in her mind.

"Which means that my body will consume itself, twice over."

"And you won't be nearly as strong as before."

Valerie's breathing slowed, deeply focused as she slipped the vial back in the pack before handing it to me.

"I'll... I'll have to think about it."

The sound of footsteps behind us caused us to whip around, only to see our daughter looking a little worried.

"Is everything okay?"

"Oh," I stammered, looking at Valerie. "Yes!"

"Definitely!" Val said, wrapping her arm around me.

"No need to worry!"

As soon as I finished my sentence, Caiden walked around the corner, brushing a lock of fiery hair behind her ear.

"So, is your uncle ready to train?" she asked, her voice sounding more mature than her 17 years but laced with an indelible innocence. Quickly pushing the 26-E up against my backside, my wife gave me a quick look that shouted "Hide this until after we're done" before slapping me on the back and giving the girls a big, confident smile.

"More than ready," she said, adding a swagger to her step. "You must be Caiden, right?"

The girl gave our daughter a mischievous grin, her ears turning pink as she brought a pale finger to her lips.

"Indeed I am! I gotta say, you are definitely a handsome one!"

Watching Val honestly smile at being complimented as she puffed herself up and brush her hair back made me happy to see a spark of happiness come back to her. I was worried that this was going to go wrong, at first. But getting a good look at it, having someone ask for her help and getting bolstered might have been just the thing she needed. As the girls made their way towards the kitchen, I thought about what was going on with her and how to best handle her wellbeing. Gripping the Nexiron-26-E in my hand tight, I dove into my work bag and pulled out a notepad and pen to get to work on ideas about that.

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"So," Valerie said, trying her best to sound macho and cool as she led them down into the basement gym. "What would you like my help on, ladies?"

"I was thinking we could start on some forms to work on our shoulders," the pale redhead said, sounding both focused yet non-committal in a very odd way. "Then maybe some intrinsic core exercises to improve control for things like the balance beam and whatnot?"

"Like you need to work on that," Allie laughed, her smile bright as they stepped onto the landing. "Your abs are already fucking SICK!"

Val spun on her heels, giving her daughter a disapproving look upon reaching the stairway's landing.

"Allie! Language!"

"Sorry, m- er, Uncle Val..."

Giving her daughter a satisfied smirk, the studly wife and mother of two gestured over to the machines. Giving the redhead and her daughter an evaluating look as she took what she hoped was a power stance to  really drive home what they were asking her to do.

"Have you two warmed up yet?"

When Caiden and Allie glanced at each other, slightly fidgeting with nervous looks, Val quickly realized that everything their coach had drilled in them was the furthest thing on their minds.

"I'll go fill up some water," she said. "You two! Treadmills, 30 minutes! Got me?"

Yes, sir!" Caiden barked out, jogging over to one of the treadmill stations as Allie gave her mom a look of pure surprise.

"Really?", Allie whispered as she looked her mom in the eye. "I thought you were just going to-"

"You asked for my help," Val told her, making sure her daughter fully understood her intentions. "And I plan on following through. Besides, I haven't been down here in weeks. It might be good to have some company while I lift."

With a pat on her daughter's shoulder, the manly mother quickly bound upstairs to the kitchen. Eager to begin the workout session with the two teens with a motivation she hadn't felt in a good long while.

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God damn it, I can't figure this out! Every calculation, every variable, every scenario! It just... SLIPS right through my fingers like smoke! If only I could-

Feeling my phone vibrate, I pulled it out and see that Lena sent me the update on the Military's proposals for a new system of medical tech they wanted to start developing after outsourcing the desire for higher quality antibleeding gel to Sandow Pharmaceuticals. And given how well we were doing, I had been thinking of doing a total rebrand and switching to "Sandow Industries" so we could branch out into other areas like technology and whatnot. Maybe after the deal goes through.

But that's not what was my main concern right now. One look at the clock told me that I had burned through three full notepads in 65 minutes. I was utterly stumped by figuring out how to modify the cocktail so Valerie could get everything she wanted and lose nothing that she gained. She had been terrified by the hormonal imbalance. But she was also terrified of going back to the way things were, when she was going through the worst of Syletho-Dewlers Syndrome, aka Systemic Catabolysis Overdrive Disorder. If it hadn't been for Nexiron-26, then not only would Valerie have been the first person with it, she'd have also probably been the last.

That's the thing about Science. It's not just hard work, but also sometimes being stupidly lucky. If I didn't have my company, if I wasn't worth billions of dollars, if I didn't have the resources I do? Then I'd be a widower, raising two kids alone. I didn't want to face that future. I didn't want Allie and Rick to face that future. But looking at all the crumpled pieces on the dinner table, all the notes and crossed out parts on the pad, I was at a loss. Either she took the 26-E and regained every bit of femininity she felt she was losing a grip on, or she kept taking the 26-Pure and maintained her gains at the cost of said femininity.

Correction: I wasn't just at a loss. I also had a very serious headache going. I brainstormed for one hour straight without coming up for air, essentially. I needed carbs. Maybe a drink. And some aspirin. Ow.

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"15! That's it! Only five more!"

As Valerie looked at the girls' progress, she had to admit that even with the slow start, they could be real champions. She had been the one to push Allie into competing in Gymnastics, but her little girl had taken it like a duck to water. She was born for acrobatics. And from what she was told of Caiden's achievements as team captain, she knew she'd be something special. But what she wasn't expecting was to be reminded of her former best friend, Leanne O'Leary, from high school. From hair to skin, from posture to the way she would talk. It felt like she was watching a specific replay of what her life was like when she was Allie's age all over again. But unlike Leanne, Caiden was driven, dedicated. Always looking to improve, while Allie was fine being Caiden's second.

"And 20! Last set for the rows, girls! Weights down!"

As both girls dropped their free weights and fell onto the well heated floor, their impromptu coach grabbed their water bottles and gently handed them off.

"This is... TORTURE!" Allie cried put, breath ragged as she lay face down on the floor.

"Y-You know what they s-say," Caiden stammered, quickly taking a pull off her water. "No pain... no gain!"

"Alright," Val called out, cutting their conversation short. "One minute breather then it's on to seated military presses!"

With a groan and a grunt, both girls got up and took their seats near the wall of dumbbells as Valerie easily bent over and picked up whatever weights they had used. As she felt the iron pulling down in her hands, she smiled as a familiar tingle began to build inside her. An urge to ignore her charges and load up for a full set. Something she had been avoiding for the past few weeks in a bid to take control of who she was. But she couldn't help herself as she raised the 30 lbs. that was one of Caiden's barbells. Feeling her bicep swell as she curled the weight to her chest. Noting just how light it still felt to her. Eying the weights on the wall so she could-

"Mister, uh... Val? Sir?"

Shaking her head, Valerie broke her train of thought to see Caiden giving her an interesting look. One of slight concern, but more slight annoyance.

"Oh! Sorry! What is it, Caiden?"

As the redhead looked back over her shoulder at Allie, currently going through her playlist on her phone, Val took a seat on the bench press.

"Allie said you were super strong? And I was wondering if there was any chance you were, like, going easy on us today?"

"Going easy?" Val responded, slowly scrunching her face up like someone unleashed a tin of really old fish that had only spoiled more as time went on.

"Why would I be going easy on you?"

As Caiden ran put her hand on Val's shoulder, gently giving her upper arm a squeeze, it slowly started to dawn on her about the girl's intentions.

"Cause you're so big and strong, obviously. And I was wondering if you'd be willing to show me just how strong you are.. like, say, on the bench press?"

Looking over her shoulder, a surge of confidence began to well up inside of Valerie. Was this girl actually challenging her to show off? The idea alone sent a little thrill through the manly mother.

"You know what? Why not? I'll let you load it up!"

Sliding underneath the bar, Caiden clapped with glee as she ran to the plates. Allie, however, ran next to the weight station, kneeling down with a concerned look on her face.

"Are you about this, Mom? You don't have to-"

"I want to," Valerie fired back, her eyes shifting to the side as Caiden put on the first plate on the bar. "If it helps keep things hidden. Plus, I've been too lax on lifting lately. This might-"

As Caiden drew close with the next plate, the two went quiet while the redhead placed the next plate and moved to grab the next one.

"...This might lift me out of my funk!"

"You don't have to show off, okay?" Allie told her. "I know you've been slimming down and pushing yourself too hard won't help!"

"I'll be fine! You'll see in a moment! Just help Caiden, okay?"

With a groan, the gymnast of the Sandow family tilted her head to the side, grit her teeth and began helping Caiden finish loading the bar. The steel rod bowing slightly as all 380 lbs. of metal on both ends tried its best to bend its support in order to fall to the floor. Slipping on her gloves, Val closed her eyes and breathed deep as she grabbed the power bar. The metal feeling icy in her hands as the knurling gripped itself into both fabric and flesh.

"How many reps you want, Caiden?"

Leaning over her, Val saw a very peculiar smile cross the teen's face. A look that almost felt like deja vu.

"Why not go as far as you can, sir?"

With a nod, Val gave her a grunt as she pushed up, bringing the bar over the rack and into open air.

"You got it! Just give the word!"

Giving her friend a look, Caiden placed her hands on the bar.

"Ready? Annnd... GO!"

As soon as she let go, Val slowly lowered the bar to her chest, hissing inward as she brought it down to her chest. Tensing her body as she pushed upward, she could immediately tell that she was going to struggle with this set. As she lift it as high as she could, she knew the withdrawals had taken so much out of her. Sucking in air as she lowered it once more, she could feel the burn as her muscles relished the challenge. Having almost begged her to be used, now in a full roar as the fibers in her chest, shoulders and upper back sang a gleeful melody of struggle and pain. Slowly cranking out rep after rep as heat began to build within her. A slow tingle developing in both her pecs and abdomen.

Her pecs and abdomen...

The realization hit her like a Semi as she realized what was happening.

"Oh no...," she thought to herself as her lifts seemed to pick up speed on their own.

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As I took to making some pasta, my mind drifted back to my calculations. Could I see about creating a variant with mood elevators? Maybe something to add serotonin to the whole mix without sacrificing neurotransmitter reception? All I was doing was stirring the pot in a big circle, both literally and proverbially. And to be perfectly frank, I hate when a thought train goes nowhere.

"OW!"

Specifically because it aggravates my post-brainstorm headaches.

Hitting the timer before it went off, I pulled the pot off and pulled out a bowl to scoop it all in. My patented Curry Cheese pasta, made from a special roux infused with a three cheese sauce, infused with a traditional yellow curry masala. Everything homemade (for the most part). Guaranteed to fill you up, satisfy the spicy craving and, going by the sounds in the basement, make sure you last until later. I was going to wait until after the girls were done, but as soon as I heard Val's bestial grunts echoing from below, I knew it'd be best if I got some sustenance until they were done down there.

Shoveling the spicy pasta in my mouth, I hurried back into the dining room and sat down, ready to get to it. But one look at the calculations, and my brain straight up said "Nope! Not happening!" with little needles of advanced biochemical formula skewers and genetic variable equations. It was like the numbers and letters on the page turned sideways and into a weird 17th dimensional language that could only be understood by aliens and maybe penguins every time I glanced at them. Which meant that if I forced the issue, my headache would evolve into a migraine. Which meant that I couldn't have my pasta.

And you never come between a man and his pasta.

So, with a groan, I pushed away from the table and went looking for some aspirin.

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Down in the basement, the girls' jaws were slack as they watched Allie's mother that was being passed off as her uncle cranking out the lifts with frightening speed.

"223! 224! 225!"

Caiden couldn't believe it as she witnessed Val going full beast mode, blasting the weight up for rep after rep. Originally having proposed Valerie's strength challenge as a means to buy time, but now completely in awe of what she was accomplishing.

"233! 234! 235!"

But what neither of them noticed was the desperation in Val's eyes as she felt the familiar tingle in her belly... and the pressure she was sure had finally gone away in her pecs.

"I have to stop," Valerie thought to herself, the pain having given way to pleasure midway through the challenge. "I can feel myself about to soak through my hoodie! I have to stop, but it feels too good! It never felt this strong before! I need to talk to Dylan! NOW!"

With a magnificent shout at the 250 mark, Valerie quickly racked the bar and shuffled her bulk out from underneath. Hopping to her feet as she shook her arms, trying her best to look tough.

"I think that's good enough!"

"More than good enough!" Caiden told her, running her hands along Valerie's arms and shoulders. Feeling how pumped up the stud in front of her was.

"I gotta hit the bathroom," Val spat out, moving towards the stairs. "You girls should start three sets of ten on military presses, you got me?"

Before the girls could even reply, Valerie was rushing upstairs. She needed her husband, and she needed him in the worst way.

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Walking into the upstairs bathroom, I turned on the light and prayed the bottle was up here. I could feel my headache getting more insistent as I ran the water and opened the cabinet. Practically hearing the angels singing as my eyes fell upon what I was needing so badly right now. Popping it open and doling out two pills, I quickly downed them with some water and closed my eyes to focus and let them do their job. But it wasn't to be as I heard the door being flung open by Valerie, who quickly slammed the door and began stripping in front of me.

"Dylan! We've got an issue!"

I was going to ask her what she meant, but as soon as her hoodie was off, I knew what she meant. Beneath her tops, her flesh was an angry red. Her body swollen, firm and tight with muscle. Particularly her chest and shoulders, engorged from usage as milk practically flowed from her muscle tits without either of us touching them. A clear sign of Nexiron-26 overuse despite having cut back to avoid such a situation.

"What- How-?!"

Pushing me out of the way, Valerie leaned over the sink, bracing her arms on either side. An empty syringe of Nexiron-26 Pure rolling into the basin with a clatter.

"Less talk, more milking, Dylan! Okay?"

Without another word, I slipped behind Valerie and reached around her. As my hands felt for her nipples, I could hear her moan as my hands dug into semi-relaxed meat. Growing louder as my cooler fingers brushed against her burning hot flesh. Her knees buckling while I'm sure mini-orgasms ripped through her as I finally grasped her fully erect nips between my fingers. My hands quickly growing wet as she moaned, her head lolling to the side as she closed her eyes.

"Fuck, that feels so good!" she groaned, leaning down and spreading her thick legs. As I kneaded her chest, trying to get as much fluid as I could out of her, I couldn't help but hear the sound of liquid violently firing into the sink. The streams being stronger than I had ever seen them before. The piping hot milk running down her chest and across my hands as I did my diligent duty. The odd thought of me milking a muscular cow running through my mind as my beefy love unknowingly pushed back against me. Clearly in the throes of pleasure as she moaned in gratitude.

"...not enough." Valerie whimpered.

"What do you mean?"

Spinning around, my studly wife grabbed me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. Her tongue sliding into my mouth with a neediness I had never seen before.

"IT'S NOT ENOUGH!"

Without a second thought, she pushed my head into her chest. Her eyes wild as a delirious smile crossed her face.

"VALERIE! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO- MMPH!"

A crazed laugh echoed through the room as she found what she was looking for, slipping her nipple into my mouth as her other hand slipped into my pants to start stroking my cock. Held within her powerful grip, I could only acquiesce to her manic demands as her molten milk quickly flowed into my mouth. Before this point, I had never sampled her in this way before. But as she filled my orifice with her life's essence, I could only note how thick it was. The richness it seemed to have. And most surprising of all, just how sweet and creamy it tasted. It was a heady concoction, flowing into me as I reflexively took gulp after gulp. A warmth filling me as my hands began to roam across my wife's vast, powerful body. Latching onto her brawny breast as I suckled from her. Her voice throaty and needy as I slipped my hands into her sweatpants and gripped her girthy glutes, kneading her perfect ass as I grew hard in her grip.

I needed her so badly. I had to fuck her. I don't care who could hear us, I had to fuck the most perfect muscle slut in the world. The mother of my children. The focus of my fantasies. The heart of my experiments. The center of my whole world.

Pulling away from her grip, I yanked down her pants and stared at her clit. Her four inch proto-dick as it visibly throbbed a bright red before me. And without another word, I quickly dove onto it. Sliding it into my mouth and sucking on it with full gusto. Bobbing my head back and forth as I felt Valerie's mighty fingers grip on while I took full control. Loudly slurping as she thrummed in my mouth. Her voice getting louder as she moaned my name, grunting as I fiended on her fuckstick. Taking it as far as I could while I used my tongue to tease her entire length. Using my memories of what she did on me to fully reciprocate on her. Feeling her juices splattering on my neck and down my shirt as I kept at it until, in one final grunt, she grabbed my hair and held me completely to her base. Shaking and pulsing as she came, her juices splashing against the floor and filling the air with the smell of sex.

"Oh God," she moaned, panting and gasping for air. "Dylan! That was- I don't-"

Sliding up her body, I cut off her words with a kiss as I pushed her onto the sink. Rubbing my dick across her glorious pussy, teasing her to tell her that we weren't done.

"Ladies first," I said, looking her in the eyes with a hungry look. "And now it's my turn."

With a quick thrust, I slid into her. Feeling her clit rub along my cock as her inner muscles greedily brought me in. Quickly finding my rhythm as my studmuffin of a wife wrapped her arms around me, holding me close to her as I let myself give in to the rut. Every single movement was sharp and swift as I fucked her with abandon. The only thing on my mind was making the both of us cum. There was no Dylan Sandow. There was no Valerie Sandow. There was just the pressing of flesh, the motion of muscle and the primal desire to fuck. Two beasts bonding beyond the pale and into the sublime as I slammed my full length inside her again and again. Her kegels working overtime as her entire tunnel demanded my seed, their only purpose to fill her to the brim with as much pearlescent matter as possible.

I don't know how long we were at it, but soon enough, I felt myself starting to crest. The need to unleash myself was becoming apparent as I picked up speed. The sound of our most intimate areas meeting in divine congress came fast and loud as Valerie moaned my name over and over. And as I looked at my wife's magnificent body, the incredible gains she had made, remembering all she had lost. The way her body became bloated with prodigious muscle and might, there was only one thing that went through my head.

The vision of her becoming even bigger. A true mass monster of the biggest dimensions. A veritable beast of power, that wanted me to make her the biggest, most muscular entity in all of existence. A mega-goddess of a muscle slut, laying below me as I fucked her for the rest of our natural lives.

It was this image that brought me over the edge, falling into the most powerful orgasm I had ever felt in my entire life. Slamming myself to the hilt as I filled my wife with every ounce I had within me. Holding her brawny body close to me as we both caught our breath. Our foreheads pressed against each other as our lips met time and again, kissing each other in fluttering movements.

"Fuck," I muttered, trying to pull myself from Val but somehow still drawn to hold her like a magnet against her steel frame. "That was-"

Running her large hand through my hair, she pulled me in for another kiss. Wasting no time in the post-fuck cuddling.

"I don't know what came over me," she said, her pink skin growing a deeper shade as she shifted on the countertop. "It's like, my body just went into overdrive. And I needed you to a level I haven't felt in-"

"Years?"

"Yeah."

I moved forward, butterfly kisses drifting down her bull-like neck and to her pecs. My lips noting her skin's warmth, and how it seemed less enflamed. As if fucking her drained the fire that had been swimming through her. That had swam through me.

"Do you know what could have caused it?" I asked, trying to use the lifting of the sex-inducing haze that had fallen on both of us for better insight into this strange matter.

"I don't know. One minute, I'm lifting with the girls. The next minute, I'm in here with you, sucking on my clit like a slut and fucking me like a machine. And now that you came-"

My head popped up as an idea birthed itself, fully formed from the ether as everything else came into clarity.

"THAT'S IT! I'VE GOT THE ANSWER!"

Extricating myself from my love's arms, I quickly got dressed while Valerie watched me scuttle around like an excited pre-schooler.

"What answer?" She asked, slowly pulling her shirt and hoodie back on.

"The answer to all this," I told her. "A solution to the Nexiron-26 issue!"

Throwing the door open, I rushed downstairs to find our son not only sitting at the dining room table where all my discarded notes were, but also eating my bowl of Curry Cheese pasta.

"Ey, dad! Sorreh 'bout da noomles! Trainen was a bi-"

Running to the other side of the table, I sat down and immediately got to work.

"It's fine," I told him. "Go ahead and enjoy them, alright? I just had a huge breakthrough regarding your mom!"

Turning towards the staircase, our son watched as his mom came downstairs. Still flustered from our impromptu session in the bathroom.

"I bet you did," he said, laughing in embarrassment as scarlet flush came to the surface. Not noticing as his mom stood behind him.

"I'm serious," I chided, furiously writing down some biochemical details on the pad before showing them to him.

"What's that represent?"

"Dopamine! Sorry to be a little upfront, but you know about post-sex clarity, right?"

"Dad!" Rick cried out, acting disgusted as he pushed the bowl of pasta away.

"I'm SERIOUS," I told him, pointing at the chemical structure I drew down for them both to look at. "When you... YOU KNOW, the brain releases a bunch of chemicals like dopamine and whatnot in order to bring the body to an elevated state of calm."

Rick leaned forward, suddenly invested in what I was saying as a look of surprise came to my wife.

"You mean natural mood elevators?" Valerie asked, pulling the pad closer to her so they could get a better look at what I had written.

"Exactly! I think I found a better way for the Nexiron-26 Pure to work, and increase the efficiency of the mixture. It might mean more masculinization effects if taken at the peak of your mom's usage, but there should be a noted increase in gains AND resistance to withdrawals in the right dosages."

"Holy shit," Rick muttered, giddy at the prospects. "You just made Antidepressant Steroids, dad!"

Running around the table, Val wrapped her arms around me, lifting me out of my seat and throwing me around in jubilation.

"You did it," she shouted. "You figured it out!"

"I! Did! Now! Can! You! Please! Put! Me! Down! I'm! Getting-"

Dropping me to the floor with a thud, I bounced back to my feet, fixing my glasses and straightening my shirt. Val cringed, completely forgetting how strong she still was while tossing me around like a rag doll.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay," I said, patting her on her broad shoulder. "This means another few weeks before I can get a test sample ready. But it also means needing to take less of the formula to get you back to the level of gains at three doses a day, as well as fewer of the more concerning side effects."

"Like, say, looking like a male fitness model who just ate three other fitness models for lunch?" she asked, giving me a coy look.

"I wouldn't call that a CONCERNING one," I said, flirting back with her.

"What's going on up here?"

We all turned as Allie walked out of the basement gym, wiping sweat from her face. Val turned towards our daughter, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

"You're not gonna believe it sweetie, but-"

"Dad figured out how to help mom!" Rick blurted out, ruining the moment as he rushed the pad over for her to look at it. For a moment, she seemed visibly confused. But then a smile crossed her face as she read the notes on the page.

"So you really did it?" she asked. "Mom's gonna go back to normal?"

Val and I looked at each other, trying to give each other the right words through psychic communication. But failing that, we knew we had to be honest.

"That's the thing, honey. Your mom would still be masculinized and built like a brick factory. But with that formula, we need less of the formula and it would mean no more severe emotional imbalances and whatnot."

"Meaning I'd have more control over myself," Val continued. "Plus, I'd be healthier and potentially stronger than before!"

Looking her mom in the eye, I watched as Allie worked through confusion, disappointment and into acceptance. Subtly smiling as she wrapped her arms around her mother.

"If it means you're gonna be happy and healthy," she said. "Then I'm okay with it, mom!"

I moved to grab my coat, slipping it on before walking towards the kitchen.

"How about we celebrate by going out to eat? Let me just get Caiden so she can join us-"

A pained look crossed Allie's face as she blocked me from going downstairs.

"Oh! Uh, she had to go home. Her mom sent her a message to come home while mom was upstairs."

"If it can't be helped," I told her. "Then you guys should go get ready."

Rick powered through the bowl of pasta before leaping out of his seat.

"Great," he called out as he ran upstairs. "I'm STARVING!"

"You just haD MY PASTA... And he's in his room," I said to myself, drawing a laugh from the ladies in my life.

"Don't worry," Valerie said as she kissed the side of my head before guiding Allie upstairs. "If it's any consolation, I might eat your pasta, too!"

A disgusted yet bemused look crossed our daughter's face at the implication.

"Mom!"

"I'm just saying I need to carbo, is all..."

Shaking my head, I went to go grab the keys to Valerie's truck. I had a feeling that if Valerie didn't claim them, Marlin was going to be a very happy dog tonight! I know I was!

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As her royal blue car pulled into the driveway, Caiden couldn't believe her luck. Killing the engine, she took a moment to enjoy her success as she grabbed her bag and opened it. There, resting atop her school books and workout gear sat the satchel the Sandows had so foolishly left out. The prize she had made an excuse to be let in their home for. The mission she was sent to retrieve.

Closing up her bag, she stepped out of the car and practically ran into her house.

"Mom?" she called out. "You home?"

"In the kitchen, Caiden!"

As the sound of a blender roared to life, Caiden was practically walking on clouds as she stepped foot in the kitchen where she saw her mother, ever the MILF in the eyes of many of her friends' bofriends, making herself a milkshake. Her long red hair. Her pale skin looking younger and healthier due to a longstanding skincare regimen. Her large breasts that came with high value, but such was the cost of the best plastic surgeons. Her designer dress, high priced as it hugged her curves in royal blue. As much the beauty as her daughter.

"Did you get it, dear?" her mother asked, killing the blender. Waiting with baited breath as Caiden pulled out a small satchel and placed it on the counter.

"It was far too easy," the teen told her, smiling cruelly as her mother opened it up and revealed both the injection gun and pink formula in many little vials.

"It always was," her mother said, grabbing a vial and holding it up to the light. "And now that the Nexiron-26 is in our hands, Valerie will rue the day she stopped me from getting my hands on that little nerd she married!"

"You should see him now," Caiden said. "He's actually pretty hot in a "daddy" kind of way. And from the outline in his pants..."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," her mother said, pouring two glasses of the milkshake for each of them. "What is our family motto, darling?"

"An O'Leary always finds a way!"

Leanne lifted her glass and clinked it with her daughter's.

"That we do, honey! That we do!"

[Sounder9-]

A banger of an update. We've got drama, inner conflict, muscle, and some light industrial espionage. Its gonna be interesting seeing the O'Leary use of Nexiron-26 and where they'll go with it.

[jcboyd]

Awesome as always.  Question is will the old HS rival dose herself only not realizing what the effects really are.... or will Allie walk into a locker room to find Caiden in the throes of the massive changes from the Pure....

Waiting for next time on ... The Sandows......

[GLKnight]

Awesome as always.  Question is will the old HS rival dose herself only not realizing what the effects really are.... or will Allie walk into a locker room to find Caiden in the throes of the massive changes from the Pure....

Waiting for next time on ... The Sandows......

The satchel didn't have Pure. It had 26-E, aka the variant based around Estrogen (which has differing effects).

[jcboyd]

GLK... I posted and then came back thinking just that....  Still plenty of fun stuff to come 😈😈

[Japagreipe]

Excellent twist with the theft! I'm glad they're getting her problems sorted out, so Val can get back into proper mindset.

[frumpygoat]

What a great cliffhanger at the end of the last segment!

[GLKnight]

So I started a poll for the next installment of The Sandow Family, titled LIFTED BY LOVE. And I figured I'd let you guys decide which of these characters would be getting their first proper introduction into the story.

Poll's only running for 15 days. After that, I start writing. So now's a good chance for you to decide how the story will go.

[GLKnight]

Poll's closed, and it seems that there's a slight mix to the issue.

On here, Dylan's assistant and right hand woman, LENA has won the poll.

And on DA and other places, DR. ABIGAIL LEVI, the new hire for Sandow Pharmaceuticals who has more than a passing interest in reviving the Nexiron-26 project, has won the poll.

So, to balance both votes, I'll be retooling LIFTED BY LOVE to comfortably bring both women into the story. Which means I'll need to take a bit more time to kerjigger the outline for more seamless progression.

This will also impact the next installment release of YOUR HOUSE, which will finally start touching upon just WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

What's not helping is my SFW stuff, which has grown with the addition of a new novel that has been demanding my attention, as well as a novella that came fully sprung from a nightmare.

And there's also the search for an artist to commission artwork of Brandy "Blockbuster" Bustamante. Which, due to having a monthly budget of around $100/month flat, makes it more difficult than you'd think.

So yeah, there's the full update on all my projects. NSFW stuff includes a slight delay on my muscle fetish stuff and looking for an artist to draw my 13 ft. tall, 3000+ lbs. Second Gener. SFW stuff includes two novels, one novella, one story based dossier of 40 original Slashers and one 40 pg. comic.