Don't Disturb Your Mother

[jhunter]

Take your time. Good luck on finding and artist. I look forward to more, and glad to hear a... more organic threesome.

[Sounder9-]

Indeed its better to take your time like a fine wine or chilli than to rush and end up with Great Value!

[GLKnight]

Decided to abandon the February installment due to health and financial reasons, so I'm going to focus on writing one of April. If I can't do my best, then I won't try and force it.

Going to start brainstorming the April title soon.

[QBikk]

Decided to abandon the February installment due to health and financial reasons, so I'm going to focus on writing one of April. If I can't do my best, then I won't try and force it.

Going to start brainstorming the April title soon.

Good luck dealing with your issues, hope it will work out for the best for you

[GLKnight]

Recently had my health take a nosedive and I got hurt last week that left me with a completely numb arm for a few days. So I'm gonna have to do this one in segments like some of my other stories.

I also had to retool the outline because I promised this by Valentine's Day and that CLEARLY didn't happen...

But I can hopefully get the whole thing written up before my birthday in a couple weeks. So yeah! Here we go!

LIFTED BY LOVE: Part One!

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It was a lot of work to keep the new Nexiron-26 variant from prying eyes in the company. Longer hours, needing to use the company labs for the specialized tech we designed to improve synthesis efficiency, not to mention Valerie ramping up her lifts in anticipation for eventual testing. We were both pushing ourselves harder than before. Especially in the bedroom from the second wind that filled her sails and pulled her out of the depression spiral she had been in.

She had found my attention on her pecs was something she thoroughly enjoyed, asking me to drink her "muscle milk", as she put it, more often when we made love. I naturally oblige her, because I love her with all my heart. But over the past few months, I've noticed that my clothes have gotten a bit tighter on me. Probably just a sign of me getting older. I was due for some new clothes, anyway. But not today. Today, while handling the day to day, I had to arrange for our first solo date in several years. With kids, the health crisis, the company and more, it's been really hectic.

But this year! THIS YEAR, I promised myself I'd do something for Val. I'm an extra mile kind of guy, after all. But there was just one problem.

"I'm sorry, but we are completely booked. Is there another date you would like to schedule for?"

Valerie's favorite restaurant, Tesoro Mio, had apparently filled its entire docket for the day I had planned to take her out on already.

"It's okay," I told the woman on the other end of the line. "You have nothing to apologize for. Just an error on timing, is all."

"You know we appreciate you and your family coming in, Mr. Sandow. If you'd like to schedule for some other time, please let us know."

"I will. Thank you."

And with that, I hung up the phone and immediately planted my face between my arms. After a few seconds, I heard someone knocking on my office door.

"Come in."

As soon as the door opened, I smelled the pleasant scent of sour apples and tropical fruit. Meaning only one thing.

"You got shot down by Dina's spot, huh?"

As I lifted my head, I slowly found myself looking over her. A pair of flattering flats that guided my eye to her toned calves. Drifting up to her knee high business skirt that rolled out to her naturally strong thighs and wide hips. The quick taper of her waist emphasized by her simple blouse and three quarter sleeve jacket that emphasized the impressively large breasts beneath. An elegant neck leading to the capstone of a beautiful woman, with full lips, large brown eyes and impeccable makeup. Her thick, dark and naturally frizzy hair pulled back in a stern ponytail. Her thick golden bracelet and ruby inlaid golden necklace glinting magnificently against her dark, reddish brown skin.

In all ways, Lena DeVille is the epitome of describing someone as "the complete package". A mix of a glamour model and competitive athlete, with equal degrees in Business and Law, and a minor in Biochemistry. And I somehow hired her as my right hand woman.

"That was actually Tesoro Mio," I told her, putting my head back down in my arms. "I called Dina's, first. Then Winding Rivers, Champs D'Amor, Starfall, Moonlight, Golden Sky. ALL of them, completely booked!"

I could feel my 28 year old assistant's hand on my shoulder, gentle but firm.

"How do you feel about... Caribbean food?"

I peeked out over my arm, giving her an inquisitive look.

"Where are you going with this?"

"I have a cousin who is opening her own restaurant," she said, looking a bit embarrassed. "And she specializes in traditional Caribbean recipes based off of my grandma's cooking."

Both Val and I had never had Caribbean food before, so the thought intrigued me.

"So what you're saying," I began, sitting upright in my chair. "Is that you'd like my wife and I to patron your cousin's new joint and show my support?"

Lena pursed her lips, a playful look in her eye.

"Think of it as being a bit more... adventurous. I mean, I'm pretty sure Val can take it. We both know she is down for something fun and new, especially after being on N-26 for so long!"

"You're not kidding," I said with a chuckle before noticing how she was looking at me.

"Dylan, I've got a question."

"What?"

She paused, tilting her head this way and that as she took a good look at me.

"When was the last time you shaved?"

I immediately started feeling my chin. And damn it all, I was pretty fuzzy. In all honestly, it felt like I had a full two week beard going on. It felt pretty thick, too. Thicker than usual.

"That's weird," I said, pulling out a small mirror I always kept in my desk for vanity emergencies. "I could have sworn I had shaved the other day."

"Probably just slipped your mind," Lena said, placing a folder in front of me. "Speaking of slipping your mind, you're to meet with our new hire before she begins working."

Shit, I had completely forgotten about that!

"A quick refresher, please?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lena just smiled and shook her head.

"Dr. Abigail Levi? Fresh out of Danlow Institute of Technology And Sciences? She's only 23 but she already has several doctorates in various Medical Sciences, along with Biochemistry, Computer Science, Particle Physics and two majors in English Lit and History. Called the Estrogen Einstein for her revolutionary thesis on the application of Estrogen for women transitioning from their birth sex at five times the efficiency of her competitors, as well as a radical treatment for female bodybuilders wishing to retain gains while emphasizing feminine features?"

That's when I remembered why I hired her in the first place.

"That's right! She was the inspiration behind the N-26-E variant! God, shows where my head's at."

Lena rolled her eyes as she walked towards the door.

"So, should I bring her in?"

Taking off my glasses, I quickly nodded my head and pinched the bridge of my nose with a sigh. Getting myself ready for the final introduction as I heard two sets of footsteps walking towards my office. Pushing out of my seat, I walked around my desk right as my assistant led Dr. Levi in. And holy moly, I think I struck a multiple front jackpot!

From her golden hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, to her designer glasses and all business demeanor, I could tell that she would not win friends easily. But that's the exact kind of demeanor that hides a confident woman who can be trusted with anyone. And that's the exact kind of person I needed. And it didn't hurt that she was hot. We're talking classic, 80's style supermodel hot. Steely blue eyes, full lips, sharp and elegant features. The kind of woman you want giving a dissertation to keep people's attention.

But what I hadn't counted on was a detail I had never been told before: Dr. Abigail Levi absolutely towered over me. Look, 5'8 really isn't that short. But she had AT LEAST 8 inches of height on me, placing her at around 6'4 by my estimates. And flitting my eyes to her feet, I noticed she was in sneakers. Meaning that she was getting, at most, an inch of padding from them. Like Val is in terms of muscle, Dr. Levi was BIG. And given by what I could see from the way her clothes sat on her, it was more than just height. Though she was far lankier, her body itself seemed very well trained. More like a track athlete's physique beneath her black office pants, faded orange t-shirt and black jacket.

"Dr. Sandow" she said in a deep alto, moving first as she took my hand in hers. Practically covering it in one go before wrapping it in both. Holy shit, her hands were as big as Valerie's!

"Dr. Levi," I replied, quickly taking action and motioning towards the nearby couch and recliner. "Please, take a seat! Would you like anything while we talk?"

"I'll take a black coffee," she said, shucking her jacket as we walked and showing off her broad shoulders. "Sugar, nothing artificial. And would there be any pastries, perchance?"

"You're in luck," Lena said as Dr. Levi and I sat down. "We just received a delivery from Mondo's Donuts!"

Her eyes lit up when she heard the word "donuts", just like Val's does. That's... interesting, is probably the best way I can put it.

"Would there be Complementary Color Cronuts?! The red/blues are my favorites, but the green/yellows would still hit the spot, too!"

"I'll see what they have. Anything you'd like, Mr. Sandow?"

I honestly preferred her to call me by my first name, but I knew she was in professional mode right now. So I followed her lead for the moment.

"Chocolate Infinity cake, if they have any. And I'll make my usual tea while you get back. Would you care for anything?"

"I'm in the mood for Orange Spice, sir."

With a nod, I waited for her to walk out the door before standing up and walking over to my nearby sink.

"So," I said, turning on the faucet. "I must say, you're more than I expected, Doctor-"

"Call me Abigail," she said, getting comfortable on the couch. "We may be professionals, but that doesn't mean we can't also be friends. Right, Dylan?"

She moves fast, doesn't she? Alright, let's play it by ear, then.

"I guess not, Doc- er, Abigail."

Noting the pot was full, I turned off the faucet and started breaking out the loose-leaf teas and cups. Meanwhile, the young genius leaned forward to grab the files on our current projects that I placed on the coffee table earlier in the day and began flipping through them.

"These are the things Sandow Industries is currently working on, I take it?"

"They are," I told her. "Hopefully these aren't going to be too much trouble for you to go over and decide which project you're-"

"To be honest," she said, cutting me off. "I was hoping to get a look at your files on the Savior Program."

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as soon as she said the words. The Savior Program. AKA the Nexiron-26 experiment.

"We... closed that program down," I said, trying to keep my composure as I began pouring mine and Lena's cups. "Too many side effects that the military was not looking for."

"Like the severe masculinization issue," she said, not looking up as she flipped through page after page of the 47 page document. "I heard rumors about the project from the doctors I worked with back when I was focusing on my Doctorate of Internal Medicine and first Major in English Lit."

"Wow," I said, at a loss. "At the same time?"

"I needed something to occupy my free time, so I got the Lit degree to relieve stress while interning at 15."

FIFTEEN YEARS OLD?! Holy fucking SHIT...

"That's a lot to take on at 15!"

She looked over at me, giving me a confident smirk.

"Didn't get my license until I was 18," she added. "So until then, I only had my major. Sixteen was when I got my doctorate in Computer Science with a focus on medical technology, as well as my History major. Seventeen was Pharmacology and Biochemistry. Eighteen was the end of my four years. Started medical practice at 19, surgical and Particle Physics doctorates at 20. And so on and so forth until now."

"When did you even find the time to SLEEP?" I asked, flabbergasted at how she prattled her college career like she was talking about a makeup routine.

"Didn't," she said, giving me a weird little giggle. "Insomniac. If I don't tire myself out, it's like I can keep going. ADHD, after all. Got no problems focusing, but my mind sorta makes my body forget it needs things, sometimes."

As we heard the sounds of Lena's footsteps, Abigail's eyes lit up as she spotted my assistant carrying a tray with some plates on it.

"Sorry for the wait," she said, holding up the goodies. "But you're in luck, they had both types of Comple-"

I had never seen someone else launch themselves at food like my kids when there's pizza. Abigail practically leapt from her seat to grab her items.

"Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!"

Without another word, the tall blonde began to scarf her food in bliss as Lena looked over towards me for some clarification.

"ADHD," I said, nodding my head towards our new employee. "She hasn't eaten in a while."

Lena quickly realized exactly what we had on our hands as she leaned in close.

"Do we have another Jendel on our hands?"

"Opposite," I whispered, scratching my beard. "Hyper focused to the point she forgets to eat or sleep."

"We might need to keep an eye on her." Lena whispered back as we watched Abigail do a little happy dance in her seat after finishing her first donut.

"It's more than that," I told her. "The first thing she asked about was the Savior Program."

Lena gave me the exact look that I had to hide from Abigail before.

"What's your call? We are using her notes for the 26-E variant, after all."

"I don't know," I said, as Abigail gave a little squeal of joy biting into her second donut. "Think I might have her take on the circulation regulatory prototype we're working on, to help patients with dangerous fevers while not constricting blood flow too much? After that, maybe ease her into the truth. We could absolutely use her insight on the best variant for Val."

Lena just shrugged her shoulders and held up the tray, presenting the two twist cake donuts I wanted to me.

"You're the boss, Dylan."

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"So where are we going?"

Valerie sounded almost exactly the way she did when I took her for a date for the first time in my first car. But nowadays, her voice had more heft to it. Mostly because she spoke in a mid-to-low tenor timbre due to the Nexiron-26.

"Considering it's a surprise," I said, giving her a coy smile. "I was thinking of being... adventurous. And it's all thanks to Lena."

As I put on a nice dress shirt, Val put her hand on mine in the way she always does when she wants my attention.

"Adventurous how?"

"Tonight, you and I will be trying cuisine that we have never had before. Lena gave me the hookup on a new spot that opened. And wouldn't you know it, we have the place all to ourselves before it opens in a couple days."

I felt the weight shifting on the bed behind me as Valerie stood, moved towards the closet behind us and opened it up.

"If we're going out," she said. "Then we're going out right."

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, turning to watch her magnificent back as her lats stretched out the denim top she was putting on. Her gloriously firm ass wiggling back and forth as she struggled to put it on.

"We're going to use some of that mountain of money and splurge today," she told me. "So get your shoes on, mister! Because mama wants to be pampered with a bit of shopping for something nicer to wear!"

I had taken the day off to spend as much time as possible with the love of my life. I started with breakfast in bed, followed by a quick fuck. Then we watched a romantic movie and had mimosas, followed by another quick fuck. Then we showered, fucked, showered again and went downstairs to work out. Followed by, you guessed it, another fuck. I swear, it's like I've been way more aroused, as of late. Probably due to keeping up with Valerie's demands. But our dinner date was booked for 5:30 PM where we would be given a little tour of the spot, spend some time with Lena's cousin and then wine and dine before heading to Val's favorite spot for some ice cream.

Considering it was 1:30, we had to get moving. Today's her day. So if she wants to go shopping, then I've nothing but to cater to her wishes.

[Wookey]

Sorry to that you have been unwell. Great work K++

[Jaguar]

Excellent work!  I particularly love the new takes you have, the characters, and the way you bring out Dylan's personality and thoughts.

Thank you for all the time and effort you are putting into this for us readers.

K++

 

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[Sounder9-]

A nice update! Sounds like Dylan's getting some small dosage Nexiron with every serving of "muscle milk".

[GLKnight]

LIFTED BY LOVE: Part 02

"Mom? Dad? I'm home!"

As fate would have it, mere minutes after the Sandow heads of household had left to go shopping, their son Rick sauntered through the front door to be met by Marlin as the two year old Belgian Malinois ran downstairs to greet him. The entire school having gotten an early release due to a spill in the Chemistry Lab's store room that created a non-toxic cloud that scared the school's administration. Rick, like always, took it in stride, conferring with Allie who had decided to hang out with her friends elsewhere while he had to get started on the last bits of homework before Finals. And he knew that if his parents had found out that he had been slacking on his studies, he'd get laid into like nobody's business. And if there's one thing Rick had grown to care about, it's making them upset. Particularly his mom.

Not after the humiliating and exhausting stints of weight training she put him through, practically reliving the phantom pricks of his arms going numb at the thought of cranking out sets that left him feeling like a zombie for over a week afterward. But today, he just took a happy moment to enjoy the quiet as he moved into the kitchen for a snack only to find a note for him and his sister.

"Allie and Rick," he read as he opened the fridge and pulled out a soda. "We've gone out starting with some shopping at the mall, blah blah blah. Order some pizza? Nice! We'll be home late. Be good to your sister!"

Dropping the note on the table, Rick could only marvel at his luck. School closing early, followed by having the house to himself? SCORE! But before he could even open his drink, an urgent knock on his door pulled him away from celebrating. Rushing to the door as Marlin immediately moved to protect the house, he opened it to find Mrs. Winchester, the vice principal of Ashfield High with a pensive look on her face.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said, her nerves clearly working overtime. "But is Val here, Rick?"

"N-No," he said, cracking open his bottle of cola as he remembered what his dad said about keeping the cover story going for now. "Is there something you need to talk to he- him about?"

"It's kind of personal," she spat out as she brushed past him to look around. "I have to talk to him about something important."

"Well, he's not here. So if you'd please-"

But as he gestured towards the door, Amber spun on her heels and lifted her chest. Causing the Sandow son to go red at the expanse of cleavage on display as his school's administrator started to pout.

"Could I leave a note?" she asked. "To make it easier for you to relay my message?"

Taking a hard sip of his soda, Rick grew increasingly flustered as he turned and moved towards the living room with a shaky "Su-Sure..." And once he was out of sight, the overly endowed neighbor rushed into the kitchen to grab the note she had seen on the table. Pocketing it into her dress pants and returning to where she stood moments before Rick returned with a notebook and pen.

"Here you go, Mrs. Winchester!"

Without even a thank you, she took the items from Rick's hands and quickly bent down to write a note. She knew that the boy wouldn't ask questions if she let the girls dangle in front of the kid. It wasn't harmful. Maybe he'd run upstairs after she left into the privacy of his bedroom, but that was about it. He wasn't what she was gunning for, anyway. Her real goal was Val.

"There we are!" she said, ripping the paper out and handing it to Rick with a slight look of accomplishment.

"Th-thanks," Rick stammered, as he motioned towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? A soda, tea or-"

The closing of the front door was the only reply he received, leaving him all alone in a big empty house and feeling like he just got caught in a whirlpool.

"Okay, then!"

As she rushed to her car in the driveway of the Sandow family, Amber could not believe her luck. She KNEW Val was a good uncle, making sure they knew where he was going! She couldn't help but feel herself getting warm as she thought about the kind of man he was. His kindness and generosity. The strength that laid behind his eyes... and in the sleeves of his shirt! His rippling shoulders and powerful chest, like a cover model to make all other cover models jealous. Taking her into his arms, leaning in close. His lips brushing hers as he pledged his undying love to her as his hand slipped further into her overly tight blouse and-

"FOCUS!" she demanded, chiding herself as she snapped back into attention and turned the engine over. "Focus, damn it! Gotta get to the mall!"

As she pulled out of the driveway, Rick could only watch from the living room window as she drove away from the neighborhood. Scratching Marlin's head as he shook his own.

"Weird..."

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As we walked around the middle of the mall, I couldn't believe just how happy Valerie looked. It was like she had never been to one before. Practically skipping from spot to spot to do some window shopping before taking our large collection of bags inside to add to the load. So far, we had hit a shoe store for some new sneakers, a sporting goods store for workout gear and supplements, a book store, an entertainment store that had a deal on a collection of films starring Val's favorite actor, got some ice cream, bought some high quality sheets and pillows and some things for Marlin when we take him for our daily runs. And I have to say, working out with Val was definitely paying off. The bags I was currently carrying would have made the old me struggle.

"Let's go in here!"

Coming out of my own head, I looked over and saw Valerie standing in front of a tailor that I think had recently set up shop named "Vasser's Fineries". As I looked at the display, I noticed that the items seemed to be either unisex or fitted for all sexes. Given how she always reacted to being perceived the past couple years, I shot her a querying look.

"You sure about this?" I asked, causing my wife to roll her eyes.

"Well, you were the one who recommended that I embrace the whole macho thing until we could find a good balance with the treatments, right?"

I slowly nodded my head as she started running her hands gently across my arms and shoulders.

"And some of our things have been getting a bit tight on us."

Ah, okay. I think I know what she's getting at.

"You mean me, don't you?"

"Not necessarily," she defended herself, taking one of the bundles of bags from my hands. "I mean, you definitely feel... bulkier. But I noticed I'm feeling it, too! And besides-"

I watched as she pointed towards the door, noticing the telltale pink triangle that rested right by the handle.

"...I think our little secret will be safe with whoever runs this place."

I gotta admit, she made a good point. So I reached over and opened the door for us to walk into a moodily lit dark space filled with a wide assortment of dresses, suits, jackets and more that most would definitely consider "dapper". A warm cologne like scent drifting through the air in light but noticeable amounts as we moved from section to section. Valerie moving towards the dresses while I moved towards the rather nice selection of ties.

"Welcome to Vasser's Fineries!"

I immediately turned towards the somewhat smoky alto voice to be met by a person in a very smart pair of grey pants with brown shoes, a white dress shirt with rolled up sleeves and a grey tie with some sort of reflective inlay that shifted between steel grey and blue. Their short brown hair slicked back as they gave me a confident smile.

"How may I help- NO! WAY! You're Dylan Sandow, right?"

Uh... I think we might have picked the wrong place to go.

"Yeeeeees...?"

I couldn't tell if their excitement was more to do with who I was or what I could potentially mean for their shop as one of the richest men in the world. But with the way they were hopping around, clapping their hands and cheering happily, they were excited to see me, apparently.

"If it wasn't for your Future Networks program, I would have never been able to get into designing clothes for people! You practically helped me do what I've always wanted to do!"

The Future Networks Program! An investment program I came up with over fifteen years ago to help people in marginalized communities build the businesses and local community programs to create a future network of success!

"Right! Future Networks! I'm glad to see you were able to move forward with your dreams, uh..."

"Right," they said as they rolled their eyes. "My name's Pen. And if you're wondering, it's He/They so it makes it easier to refer to me."

"That's very open of you to tell me that," I said as I stuck out my hand. "Thank you!"

"Thank YOU," he said, vigorously shaking my hand. "So, what can I help you with today?"

"Us," I said, pointing over to Valerie who was currently feeling the quality of a dress that hung on the wall with a smile on her face. Causing Pen to look a bit shocked at this sudden bit of information.

"Oh! I didn't know that you were- How long have you been out?"

I winced slightly at the implication. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm gay. Given how much I love Val, there's possibly grounds to say that I might be Bi. But it still felt weird to hear someone say that.

"It's a... long story," I told him, pointing to my wedding ring. "Let's just say ours is not the usual type of romantic tale and leave it at that."

As Pen slowly nodded their head, I was pretty sure they thought they got what I was saying. But I could almost guarantee it wasn't what he thought it was.

"Don't worry! I pride myself on standing by privacy! Now, are you looking for some new clothes? Maybe some accessories? Cologne or perfume?"

"This is our first date in years," I told him. "And whatever Val wanted, Val gets. And they decided to get us some new clothes that fit our image a bit better-"

"No need to continue," Pen said, motioning me to follow them. "Let's get the two of you into the back for some proper measurements!"

[GLKnight]

[A little life and installment update for y'all]

Still recovering, so writing's been going a bit slow. Just know that I'm trying to get this installment done while I'm working on a new novella (working on a new angle for a Cosmic Horror story, only two chapters in so far).

So if there's a slight delay, know I'm trying my best.

[GLKnight]

As she dialed the number she had gotten from the school's contact list one more time, Amber grew more and more frustrated by the amount of time waiting in traffic due to a whole herd of cows getting loose on the freeway. When the call went directly to voicemail for the fifth time, she cursed her luck once more. Throwing her phone into the passenger seat with disgust as she honked her car's horn at a brown and white spotted heifer that just stared at her. The cow seemingly daring her to try and do something.

"Get out of the way, God damn it! I have somewhere to be!"

As she started to scream her frustrations out into the universe, a cow leaned its head through the window and licked her face. Causing the lovestruck woman to scream even louder as she began pushing the black and white patterned beast back out of her window so she could roll up her windows and be left alone to wallow in her poorly timed misery.

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As Pen led us to the back of the mall shop, I could feel Val bristling with excitement. True, she hadn't been fitted for clothes since she had more feminine proportions. But being catered to is always a thrill. I'd say it's akin to a form of intimacy. Having someone take their time to go over your body, measuring and treating your physique to ensure that it is highlighted in the best ways? Being fretted over and given careful consideration about hues and shades and shapes? It's like an extremely romantic interpretation of platonic interaction, if only through cloth and pattern and design. As she hurried towards the mirror filled backroom, squeezing my hand while pulling me along with her, I couldn't help but smile at the fact that being pampered by someone other than me or Lena had given her a renewed zest for life.

"So, who shall we measure first?" Pen asked, grabbing some measuring tape off of a nearby coat hanger.

"Me! Me!" Val offered, raising her hand as she started shucking her shoes. Quickly doffing her clothes until she was down to the blue wife beater she had on beneath her denim shirt and a pair of black boxers. Looking at her currently, you would never know she was a mother of two and former beauty queen beneath the bulging muscles and incredibly sleek masculine contours. In fact, she looked more like she was being weighed-in for a men's bodybuilding competition than getting some measurements for some brand new clothes.

"Uh, WOW!" was all Pen could mutter as his eyes went wide at the sheer spectacle of Val's body. She had been able to add some serious heavy muscle the past few months, bringing out a new level of size and vascularity to the definition of her now 250 lbs. sculpted body. The sound of her heavy footsteps as she moved onto the very well lit pedestal between all the mirrors seemed to echo across the room due to how quiet we all were, followed by the subtle sounds of her mass moving back and forth as she shook out her jitters.

"So where would you like to start measuring?" I asked Pen, drawing them out of their muscle induced stupor.

"Right," he stammered, quickly pulling the tape off from around his shoulders. "Let's start with wingspan!"

Holding her arms out to the side, Val stood still as Pen quickly placed one end of the tape at her wrist before measuring halfway across her back and coming to a stop with a look of slight confusion. With a quick tilt of their head and placement of a finger, he flipped the tape and continued measuring to Val's other wrist.

"Holy- 172 centimeters! Not bad!"

Doing some quick figures in my head, I calculated what that was in inches and applied it to a height metric.

"You grew an inch, dear!"

"I got TALLER?" Val asked, incredulously. "I thought I wasn't going to get any taller?"

"Whatever you're on," Pen said, moving the tape around Val's neck. "I'd like some if it makes you taller. I'd like to be more than my mere 5'4, honestly."

"You don't want to take it," I told him. "There are some... side effects that wouldn't be worth it."

Shrugging his shoulders, Pen continued his work as he notched where Val's neck rested at.

"Neck is... Fuck! 21 inches!"

Rubbing her neck with a chuckle, Val turned towards Pen with a confident smile.

"Guess I'm big everywhere!"

"That's an understatement..." I added, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

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As she pulled up to the Sandow household, Lena knew that today was more of an extenuating circumstance than actual business. A couple days before, Dylan had laid out his plans for Val's first day out as a couple in years. Pointing out all the details and planned stops, with one quick caveat.

"I don't like babysitting." she muttered to herself, echoing her sentiments back then. But Dylan had quickly fired back "not babysitting, just checking in on the kids", which honestly made sense from her time with Rick and Allie. Despite being as wholesome as an apple pie on a windowsill, the pair seemed to be way more rambunctious than ordinary siblings. Whether it was due to their special kind of parents, or a side effect of growing up watching their mom wither away before turning into someone who looked like a handsome male model with a diet of three Arnold Schwarzeneggers a day due to Project Savior or whatever, those two were always causing problems.

As soon as she opened the door to her car, the door to the house was thrown open before Rick came barreling out of the house and down the driveway with his smaller but also muscled sister in a short, flowy pink skirt and green t-shirt hot on his tail. Taking one step, two steps, three before kneeling down and pouncing like a cat onto her larger brother and sending them careening into the grass where she proceeded to put him in a headlock.

"GIVE IT BACK!" she yowled, holding on for dear life as Rick twisted and turned on the grass.

"I DON'T HAVE IT!" he shouted back, as Marlin bolted out of the house and towards the two, thinking the pair were playing.

"Kids," Lena shouted, moving to grab the Belgian Malinois' collar. "KIDS! WILL YOU TWO CALM YOUR ASSES DOWN?!"

Immediately climbing off of each other, Lena breathed a sigh of relief and dusted her skirt suit off.

"Now," she said, giving the Sandow siblings the evil eye as she slowly scratched Marlin's head. "Would one of you like to tell me WHY you two are fighting in broad daylight like little children arguing over a toy?"

The smaller Sandow was quick to act first, pointing a finger at her brother.

"You took my phone again!"

"I did not!" Rick countered, crossing his arms with a self-satisfied smirk.

"Did too!"

Before she knew it, Lena could only close her eyes and squeeze the bridge of her nose as they were quickly on each other again. Allie expertly planting Rick on his face before getting him into a submission hold while planting her full weight on his upper back.

"Dylan owes me double pay for this shit..."

[Jaguar]

GL, I hope you find time to come back and give us more on this terrific story.

[GLKnight]

As Penn came back into the fitting room with some basic fits, I could see Val's smile growing as she became giddier from the whole service. It was legitimately something she hadn't experienced in quite some time, particularly due to staying out of the public eye because of her transformation. You literally wouldn't believe she had been born a bombshell when looking at the manly powerhouse she now was. The figure she cut was absolutely breathtaking, from the sheer expanse of her shoulders to the taper of her waist, to the incredibly firm and round glutes that jut out in perfect spheres that pulled her boxers taut, to the amazing thickness of her thighs down to the bulbous power of her calves. Every inch of her screamed strength, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.

"I think we should start with shirts," Penn half asked, half stated as they eyed some fits. "Then maybe move onto pants?"

A sudden bit of nervousness crept into Val, slowly raising her hand like a school kid.

"Actually, I was wondering if I could get fit for some... er, dresses, too?"

"Not a problem!" he told her with a smile, enthusiastic about the idea. "There is no normal, after all! Clothes are part of your identity, not the whole of it!"

The sudden joy in Valerie's face was almost euphoric. As if she had finally been heard by someone who understood a part of her she had been forced to hide, which was sadly the truth due to the whole Nexiron-26 issue. We couldn't be found out, or else we'd probably be in prison for stealing military experiments and the kids would be forced to live with their Aunt Stacy as Valerie's mom was in no condition to care for them properly (plus the fact neither Val nor I actually wanted anything to do with her after we caught her sneaking around in my home office to steal some personal information involving my stocks and banking details).

As they walked out of the room, Valerie turned to me with the largest smile on her face that she has had in quite a while.

"You know," she says, coquettishly running her fingers up my arm. "I'm thinking tonight's going to be a very special night for the both of us."

Shooting her an intrigued look, I run my hands across the small of her back and pull her in closer. Her face close to mine, the way she has to adjust her gaze even more on the elevated podium in front of the very well lit corner of mirrors. I can almost feel her chest rumbling as she puts her arms over my shoulders as she leans down slightly.

"I'm thinking we might have to... fit me into your schedule." I whisper, causing Val to chuckle at my eternally lame attempts at humor.

"We just might. Why don't we-"

"AHEM."

Instantly, we're schoolkids once again, caught by someone in charge as Penn just shakes their head with a smile and pushing a mobile rack filled with shirts.

"I know this is precious and all," he said, rolling his eyes. "But this isn't a private dressing room. Wait till after some initial fittings, hmm?"

"Sorry." we both muttered, separating faster than atoms when you introduce an extra neutron to cause a deformation to form in the nucleus of a uranium particle. But Penn didn't miss a beat as they took their spot next to us.

"I mean, it's cute and all, and you said this is your first actual DATE in a while. But a little decorum, please?"

"It's my fault," Val told him. "It's one of the... let's call it medication's side effects."

As Penn stared down Valerie for a second, Valerie's eyes were glued on to me with an apologetic look. We weren't supposed to let ANYONE know about her treatments. Not yet. But I knew she was piggybacking off of my answer to the seamstrix, which admittedly wasn't my best move. But I had to give them SOMETHING, or else they'd have pried into it further. It's just natural to be given a weird response and not want more info. But having it corroborated makes it seem like more of a truth. It was an awkward few second before Penn shrugged his shoulders and got back to work.

"I get it," they said as they eyed two shirts against Val's figure before handing one off. "Steroids and hormones are a hell of a combo. I have some friends who are getting into bodybuilding after they transitioned, so I've seen them on their highs and lows. No need to worry."

As we watched Val slipping on the dress shirt, I could immediately tell there'd be an issue by the way her arm was filling the sleeve. Then, as she tried to slide it across her shoulders, I watched Penn's face in the reflection as they fully realize that this wasn't going to work despite needing to see HOW it would rest on her frame. By the time she filled the other sleeve to the brim, Penn realized that they had never had anyone with Val's full and proud pecs come in to the store before today as Val tried to pull it together. Failing miserably as the shirt looked more like an overstuff mockery of clothing than an actual shirt, clearly straining to fit over her gargantuan frame.

"It's a bit... snug."

"I'll say!" I told her. "Are you sure you can even breathe in-"

As if on cue, she took a small breath. And the sound of something popping echoed across the room. Followed by another, and another. As Penn and I watched, the slightest movement was causing the entire shirt to come undone. Stitching gave with each micro twist. Fabric split apart, her biceps and triceps bursting through the upper parts of both sleeves. The shoulders ripping loudly, not even given a chance to move. The entire shirt left in tatters both and around my wife's form. Blushing a brilliant pink as she was left once more in her boxers and wife beater undershirt.

"...I'll pay for any damaged clothes."

"I'm holding you to that, Mr. Sandow." was all Penn said as he went back out front to see if he could find anything bigger. As we were once again left alone, I just rubbed the stubble on my chin as Val shot me another apologetic look.

"...Sorry."

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Now was the hour of Amber Winchester's discontent. Having finally made it off of the freeway, she had figured that taking the main road past Strong Valley's City Hall might cut some time off of her commute. But, given the sheer number of people, banners, signs and volume of their chanting, she quickly realized she had chosen wrong when she came to a stop at the stop light by the barricade as a MASSIVE protest passed by.

"Are you kidding me?!" she cried, feeling rather deep despair and yet another impediment. Hoping to be able to find another way, she threw her car into reverse to turn around. But when she looked through the back window to witness a large furniture truck pulling up behind her as if leading the way towards yet another traffic jam, she knew her luck couldn't have been worse.

Slumping down in frustration and defeat, she proceeded to hit her head against the steering wheel. Forcing the car to eke out little squeaks of the horn with every bit of contact with her forehead that was swallowed by the sounds of the crowd walking by.

[jhunter]

Good progression and build up. Hope to see more soon. Nice work.

[GLKnight]

"And that will be two thousand, two hundred and thirty eight dollars, and twenty seven cents. Cash or card?"

Fishing out my card, Valerie anxiously grabbed the bags from beside the register. Bursting through several shirts, three pairs of pants and one jacket definitely drove up the price. But not only did she have a new formal suit, but two dresses, a couple pairs of nice socks, and some new earrings along with a nice watch. Holding on to them like a gift from God with the biggest smile on her face.

"I can't wait to come back again!" she exclaimed. But the way Penn became crestfallen made me worried.

"Oh, about that..."

"Don't tell me you're closing up shop...?!" I asked, giving Val a worried look. Penn just sighed and nod his head.

"You know how it is," he huffed, sliding the card through the reader. "Malls are dying. Not enough customers. And let's be real, no one really goes to tailors anymore."

A tap on my shoulder let me know Val wanted my attention. And turning my head, all she did was give me a serious look and bobbed her head towards Penn. Her usual way of "do something about this", probably fueled by how much she enjoyed the fitting. This had quickly changed from a "this is effecting one person" to "this is effecting us" matter at my wife's discretion. So I quietly mouthed an "okay", bowing my head and holding my hands out to placate my wife and turned my attention back towards our new friend.

"I refuse to see any of my investments fail," I stated, reaching into my wallet once more. "So here's what I'm going to do."

As Penn looked at me with utter confusion, I pulled out two cards. One for my office, and one for Lena. Before they even had a chance to ask, I carried on with my idea.

"One card is mine, and the other is for my assistant who will help you with my proposal. You're going to call Lena in the next couple of days, and tell her my partner and I personally spoke to you about an offer."

"An offer?" they replied, to which I just nod my head.

"That's right. Think of it as an extension of the Future Networks program, if it helps. I'm going to finance you moving into a larger building, with more foot traffic. I'll make sure you are fully stocked and equipped. I'll even include paying for staff so it's more financially suitable for you. All I ask is one thing-"

I took Val's hand in mine, holding it up for emphasis.

"You be put on retainer for our family, as well. Fully and fairly paid, of course."

The look on Penn's face could light up all of Las Vegas. I was pretty sure he wasn't expecting to not only be meeting the man who helped him begin his journey towards his career, but also helping him to ensure he could continue doing what he loved.

"Y-You don't have to, Mr. Sandow!"

"Please! We know I definitely have the means! And what's the point of having it if you don't actually use it?"

The look in Penn's eyes was definitely something akin to joy. Getting misty eyed as my offer truly sank in.

"Can I...?" he asked, twirling his finger above the register.

"I don't see why- OOF!"

They practically threw themself at me, wrapping their arms around me and Val as they proceeded to hop up and down. I could tell a huge burden had just been lifted from Penn's shoulders just by how exuberant they now were.

"YES!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH, MR. SANDOW!!!"

After some more tearful thank you's and a heartfelt promise to talk soon, Val and I walked out of Vasser's with smiles on our face and  a strong feeling of accomplishment.

"How much time do we have before our reservation?" Val asked, bumping her shoulder into me. Quickly getting my phone, I turned it on. The photo of all four of us smiling together last spring coming to light as I looked at the time: 2:17 PM (or 1417 hours military time).

"About four hours," I replied. "What were you thinking?"

Val was quick to take the initiative, grabbing my hand and hurrying us both along.

"Ice cream. I want a triple scoop from Dory's."

Ah. No wonder she was in a rush, then. Dory's has a special for a triple scoop sundae before 4 P.M. Whatever Val wants, she gets today. And if she wants to go to where I took her for our first date, then who am I to deny her?

"Let's go!" I proudly declared, taking the lead as I held her hand and ran us towards the door.

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Circling the mall's parking lot for the third time, Amber's eyes were focused on finding the one thing she knew about Val beyond their wonderous physique or brilliant smile. And that was the light blue pickup truck that sat in his driveway. Every time she saw it, she imagined herself as a lady who owned a large piece of property. And Val, her powerful and handsome caretaker. She would often fantasize about him coming into the house, sweaty and pumped from some task. Sometimes having tilled the field, sometimes cleared some trees. His shirt open as he strode through the door with a swagger and a smile on his face.

"Is there anything else you would like me to take care of?" he would ask her. Cupping her chin and gently rubbing her cheek as he pressed himself up to her. His strength and warmth making her swoon as if he was a world and she was a meteor caught in his orbit. Unable to resist as she pushed herself into him. Her shirt threatening to open as her magnificent breasts pulled it beyond tautness and into the realm of possible exposure. But she didn't care. Valorant men deserved skinship, she dreamed. And so did she.

"You could take care of me...?" she asks, one hand running through his hair while the other wrapped itself behind his back as his hand went for her breasts. Lips coming together as passion consumed the two and-

"Will you please MOVE, lady?!"

Rudely pulled out of her fantasies, Mrs. Winchester could only feel frustration as the car behind her blared its horn annoyingly at her.

"I'm moving, asshole!"

Pulling the car forward, she was on the verge of calling the whole thing a wash when over the crest of rooftops of other cars, she spotted it. The familiar outline of fantasy made flesh. Making a sharp turn, she pulled around in time to see the source of her infatuation climbing into his truck alongside her husband's boss. The man she wanted, and the man who brought her to Strong Valley in the first place. A sign that it was meant to be, in the busty school administrator's eyes.

Wherever they were off to, Amber decided she needed to be. She couldn't help herself. She NEEDED to be with Val. She had never been as sure about anything like she was about him. So, letting the two head out first, she carefully followed them. Resolving herself to finally telling the wonderful father of two how she truly felt about him as they set out for the freeway once more.