Here's a long story with plenty of muscle growth, as well as some futa and incest! Things get really wild in this one.
Despite the announcement, people treat each other rather well and there is no horrible violence and the main character is a decent human being. Well ... she becomes rather superhuman, but you get the jist.
The Alpha Challenge
William always wanted a son. A true alpha male. Not this ... girl! Isabella might be at the top of all her classes, successful, beautiful, fit and intelligent, but she's not enough for him. That's when she challenges him to outdo him! This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, breast expansion, futa, and incest. All characters are at least 18 years old.
The story is available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1422015
And here's the preview:
“And let me congratulate our best student, Miss Isabella Carter, who managed to finish her master’s degree in three years only, and at the top of her class. She also captained our soccer team, leading it to three titles in a row. It really pains to let you go. I was getting used to the trophies!”
The dean of the university chuckled as the crowd laughed.
“Miss Carter was so nice as to set up a training program with our coach Ms. Lopez, so I believe there is hope, though.”
There were cheers and Isabella blushed. She smiled and looked to her parents. Her mother was incredibly happy, clapping cheerfully and waving at her whenever she caught Isabella’s eye. Emilia Carter was hard to miss, and quite a few of the other parents and some of the students couldn’t help looking at her. She had curly dark red hair and blue eyes, and she was in wonderful shape. Her emerald-green designer dress clung to her slim body with curves all in the right places. She was one of the few blessed women who looked incredible when made under and fantastic in makeup. Right now, she was blowing everyone away with her cheerful enthusiasm.
Next to her, Isabella’s father William was sitting there like a Greek statue. He was a tall, grim man with the huge shoulders of a professional athlete and the stoic demeanor of a philosopher. This was a man who seldom smiled and pursued his career with reckless confidence. Right now, he was looking at the spectacle above and wished that it would end soon. He had a lot to do, and this circus was taking up his precious time.
When his eyes met Isabella’s, he saw her smile and his lips grew thin. Her eyes shone for a hopeful moment, then she understood. The dean continued:
“When you get to my age, you realize that things take a little longer sometimes. You walk slower, you think slower, and your eulogizing goes on for longer.”
There was more laughter.
“But apparently, these rules don’t apply to Miss Carter who also reorganized our charity system, increasing our donations and paying for those sweet paper napkins at the buffet tables.”
The crowd was looking at the hors d’oeuvres with a certain appetite.
“She also set up two quite successful startup companies with her fellow students, earning the university the ‘young entrepreneur’s award’ two years in a row! Lastly, and most importantly for our teaching duty, she wrote several scripts for her fellow students and organized cramming classes, increasing our success rates in the national exams. Seriously, if you go on like that, you’re going to put us out of business!”
The cheers resumed. Isabella looked away from her father. He wasn’t impressed. Again. It was awful. She had really pushed herself, racing through school, skipping classes, graduating at the top, mastering ballet, learning the flute, the piano and the violin to a level that brought her a record deal, and even putting herself through university on a self-negotiated modeling deal. She had worked incredibly hard to prove that she could do it, and he still seemed bored at best.
She sighed. Tears were welling up in her eyes, but she forced herself to swallow the pain and smiled instead, waving at the crowd as the dean launched into the final part of his speech.
“Talent goes a long way, but hard work goes further. Miss Carter, we are very thankful for having you here at our university, and we all wish you luck on your further career. Thank you, and be safe!”
He handed her the diploma, the honor ring and a special letter of thanks, shook her full hand clumsily, bowed to her, she bowed to him, and then the assistant declared the buffet to be open.
The crowd was busy stuffing their faces while Emilia caught Isabella and led her to their table. Her father stood there, as unimpressed as ever. Emilia tried to gloss over the situation:
“We’re so proud of you! Bella, look at you! You’re incredible! The poor man wouldn’t stop praising you! This is amazing!”
The young woman blushed. Her father sighed:
“Clearly, there are no real men anymore, so that clown up there has to put on a show for the scraps.”
Emilia looked at her husband, crestfallen:
“But William, she did so well! She was incredible! They said so. Everybody says so. You should be happy!”
He snorted:
“This is cute. For a woman. I only hope you’ll find a real man, though I wouldn’t blame any guy being scared away by all this wagging your tongue.” He rubbed his temples and said to himself. “My Lord, I am truly cursed.”
Emilia was trying to hold back her tears. She took Isabella’s hand and whispered soothingly:
“Please, don’t listen to him. I love you. I’m proud of you and I can’t believe you managed to do all this in such a short time. You’re the best daughter I could ever hope for!”
William growled with a mocking undertone:
“For once, Emilia, you have said something intelligent. ‘The best daughter I could ever hope for.’ That’s it. I wanted a true man. A son. An alpha-male son worthy to be my heir. And you only managed … this.”
He made a vague gesture at Isabella. The young woman took deep breaths to control herself. She knew him well. In a way, she hadn’t believed he really would accept her after this. She had hoped he would praise her, but it had been a fool’s hope and a nagging voice at the back of her head had told her that she was deluding herself.
He went on:
“She’s desperately trying to be something a woman cannot be. Look at yourself, Emilia. We’ve been through this! You tried to do your thing, go to the university, everything, and look how that turned out! It’s all really obvious, and people are just lying to themselves: Women are caretakers, and they crave men who know what is good for them. Alphas. Real men. Strong men who can please them, not some pathetic weaklings that go and cry for their mommies the moment something goes wrong. Men who make hard choices and lead from the front!”
Isabella clenched her fists. She was getting furious now. Three years of intense, constant work. Three years of sleeping as little as possible, working for herself, the other students and her future, while still looking perfect every day, never having a bad day, never missing a beat, carrying along her entire class, and now this? This? Again?
And then, she took the plunge. Later on, she couldn’t explain why she had done it.
“I’ve had it.”
He seemed to only now notice her now.
“You have what, girl?”
“I’ve had it with your stupid alpha-male speech. You’ve been running that on repeat since the day I was born. You keep talking about manliness all your life as if you were in some way afraid I could actually challenge you.” William chuckled, but she continued: “Well, here we are. You are getting challenged. William, because I’m no longer calling you dad, or father, or whatever, over the next year, I will defeat you.”
He snorted, amused by what his daughter was saying. She was all weak and pathetic, and now, she was talking of challenge?
“You, defeat me? You don’t have anything of what it takes.” He lifted his arm and flexed his biceps. The muscle swelled against the fabric, giving both her and Emilia a good look of its size, even through the sleeve. “You are weak. And you lack something else. You lack a cock. Good luck pleasing a woman like that!” He laughed and turned to his wife: “Isn’t that right, Emilia?”
The beautiful woman sighed and looked away. The big man didn’t stop himself:
“And then, of course, you’ve been running all this with training wheels. You think you understand one thing about business? All this fancy university stuff is nice to get a piece of paper to hang on the wall, but when we’re talking real business, there’s no such thing as diplomas and grades to help you. You need to be strong and dominate your business ‘partner’. You gotta make it clear you know your shit, and you gotta make them bow to you! I really doubt you have even a little of that!”
“So you accept the challenge?”
He laughed:
“Yeah. Why not? It’s your graduation gift. Because you managed to finish this shit-show. You can try to make a fool of yourself.”
“Good. The first challenge is negotiating. I’ll prove to you that I can handle this and strike the better deal.” The big man nodded, amused by her way of talking. “The second one is love making.” Now he was grinning. Kids these days! “And the third one is strength. You’ll see!”
“I will, girl, I will. Oh Lord, we live in a crazy world, Emilia.” He raised his glass of champagne. “To your challenge! Your mother will comfort you when you lost.”
Isabella looked at her reflection. She was cute. That was nice. She was beautiful too. She knew as much. She was also fit, which was equally good. She should probably be happy with her looks. After all, most women would kill to look as good as her, though few were willing to put in the work that was necessary.
Well, it was time to improve on perfection. She snickered.
“What did you get yourself into, girl?”
She had a year to outclass her father, and that was pretty much impossible, to be honest. And yet, she knew that whatever she set her mind to achieve, she could do! She had developed a training schedule that looked quite brutal, and which most people would qualify as suicidal. Happily, Isabella knew her limits, and she would do her best to go right up to them and push on from that point. If everything went well, she would grow like a weed and she should be able to hit her father’s level eventually.
She sighed. Oof. If anything, her challenge had made her dad worse. The older man was constantly parading his muscles now. At home, he would walk around in a tank top or just topless and wear pants that showed off his monstrously large cock. It was all a bit puerile, if she was perfectly honest. Then again, she had to admire his mass and power.
Isabella packed up her supplements and her equipment and headed for the women-only gym she had picked. It offered a safe, secluded place, but still allowed for hardcore bodybuilding upon request. She hoped that the atmosphere would help her.
As she walked down the hall to the stairs, she heard her dad and the maid. She stopped and listened:
“Mister Carter … I … I’m flattered …”
“You are flattering, yourself, Carina.”
“I don’t know what to say …”
“You don’t have to say anything. Words will only make things more complicated …”
“But what about Mrs. Carter?”
“Mrs. Carter has already been thoroughly satisfied today. I think she should be happy for now. You needn’t think about her. Think about yourself … And us.”
“Mmh … I have to admit, Mister Carter, you are amazing!”
“I know …”
“This chest … I don’t think I have ever seen anything like it.”
“And you haven’t touched anything like it either, but we will change that now …”
“Oh God! You’re so hard … and so big …”
Isabella peeked into her dad’s study. Carina, the maid was very close to her father, running her small hands over his gargantuan chest. She was a beauty, Isabella had to admit. The young woman wasn’t as model-like and statuesque as herself, and she didn’t have the bimbo way of her mother, but she was cute!
She could see her father’s strong hands undo the buttons of her uniform, exposing the maid’s chest. He grinned and she gasped, then his fingers caressed her, her nipples hardening instantly. She moaned as he pulled her closer.
Isabella had seen enough and turned away. Her dad’s womanizing was quite shocking, but not unexpected. She grinned. She still had a few things to learn if she wanted to compete with him!
A few days later, after her workout, Isabella headed to her father’s company. She had to pick up the information about the upcoming deal. She had to prepare, after all. The contract preparations were progressing nicely, but the final handshake was yet to come. While her father trusted his lawyers on setting up everything and just went in for the bargaining, she knew she had to do the homework on her own. She couldn’t trust those guys to sabotage her just to stay in her dad’s good graces.
She arrived at the headquarters, impeccably dressed as always. The people recognized her and let her through to her dad’s office. She wanted to talk to the secretary to get the files, but the office was abandoned.
“Hm …”
She checked whether there were any notes left for her, maybe a prepared package. The receptionist had told her that the boss was there, and that usually meant that Nali was here too. The secretary was another drop-dead gorgeous young woman. Her father might be a chauvinistic authoritarian, but Isabella had to admit that he had an amazing taste in women!
Not finding any documents for her, she walked over to her dad’s office. The grunts immediately cleared up the question of the missing secretary. She smirked. Where did he get the energy from?
She opened the door a bit and saw her father mounting his secretary, his giant cock sliding in and out of the slim young woman. She moaned loudly as he pistonned his cock into her pussy. He hadn’t even bothered to take off his pants or his shirt, just fucking her right there.
The Korean woman let him do his thing, her long black hair falling down her face as he pounded her. Finally, he came with a grunt. Isabella could see his thick cock pulsate as he pumped his load into her. Then he pulled out, his dickhead still throbbing. With a grin, he slapped her butt and made her turn around. Then he said:
“Lick it clean. I don’t want any stains on my pants.”
Isabella could detect a kind of revulsion in the young woman’s expression, but then, she complied, carefully cleaning his cockhead with her tongue. Once she was done, he wiped it on her cheeks and stuffed it back into his pants. He turned around and looked at Isabella. He had clearly known she was here all along.
“You see, daughter, this is what being an alpha means!”
He grinned, slapped Nali on the ass and left, kissing Isabella’s forehead as he did.
Once he was gone, Isabella got Nali some wet wipes and a glass of water to rinse her mouth. The secretary thanked her and said:
“Ma’am, I know I may be speaking out of turn, but I sincerely hope this man gets his comeuppance!”
Isabella nodded:
“I’m doing everything I can. I think he’s getting worse just to get at me.”
“Nah. He was pretty much always like this.” Nali seemed unfazed. “Here are your files, by the way.”
Isabella took them. It was quite the stack.
“Be careful. We only use printouts because this is so sensible. Don’t lose them!”
“Come on, Nali, you know me. I take things seriously.”
The young woman smiled:
“That’s correct. Still impressed how you managed to do all this …”
“I’ve had a lot of support. If you plan to try it too, let me know. I can help you!”
“Thank you for the offer. I’ll keep it in mind.”
“And don’t let him push you around.”
Nali sighed:
“I wish …”
In order to improve her networking skills and to get in the right mindset, Isabella took up golfing. She found it a bit boring, not really challenging her athletically, especially since the other players tended to not really apply themselves. Basically, they wanted to talk, while she wanted to win.
Once she realized this, she managed to tone down her intensity a bit, and soon, the other businesspeople relaxed around her. Also, hanging around at the clubhouse in the evenings proved to be quite useful to find out some details about the movers and shakers of the place.
In a few weeks, she pretty much discovered all the dirty little secrets they hid, and started using them to push her agenda. If she was to outdo an established pillar of the business community like her dad, she had to build up some clout!
As a result, she preferred to evade her father at the club as much as possible, carefully timing her visits so as not to tip her hand. Then, however, he showed up unexpectedly …
Isabella was hanging out at the bar in the evening. She was wearing a charcoal grey powersuit and a white top, as well as some four-inch heels. The outfit was new, a necessary acquisition after her training had made her shoulders swell, making her silhouette a bit more X-shaped. She loved the look, but it had really put some strain on her wardrobe.
She was just enjoying a cigar and a glass of whisky with ‘the boys’, when one of them came back from the bathroom, looking all amused and blushing. One of the other business guys asked:
“What’s up, Mike?”
“Big Billy is back there. He’s screwing that Coco girl, and they’re really putting on a show!”
Isabella rubbed the bridge of her nose. Her father really couldn’t keep it in his pants, could he? She wondered what he was trying to prove.
Jack grinned and said:
“Okay, boys, I’m gonna wash my hands. Gotta see the man at work.”
“Fuck you, Jack!”
“Come on! That guy’s a fucking machine. I ain’t never going to get to his level, but I can enjoy his handiwork, right?”
Isabella rolled her eyes and sighed. Yeah. She definitely had some work ahead of herself …
The day of the challenge came. Isabella looked at her reflection as a final check. She wore her new bespoke business suit, a charcoal ensemble made of a blazer and a pencil skirt, complete with stockings and heels. Her make-up was reduced, but perfectly on point, not a strand of hair was out of place, and she felt at ease. She had continued her training, and she now carried a bit of bulk, but it only improved her silhouette. She wouldn’t be out of place at a physique competition, and she’d probably win it just like that. She wasn’t too ripped, after all, she didn’t want her face to look too dry, but she kept her bodyfat down, and it really paid. She could see the split in her calves through the stockings, and she quite liked the tightness of the fabric on her muscles. She still had a long way to go, but her progress was already making her feel quite fine.
She took a deep breath, then waited for a moment and went through the various points she had prepared for the negotiations in her head. She had spent the last month setting up the necessary information to make the deal work. Isabella had spent hours working through the specifics, checking up on the framework, the legal stuff and the technical aspects. She was on point. She breathed out.
Showtime.
Isabella stepped out into the corridor and headed for the office. Her father awaited her, grinning like the big smug boss he was.
“Hello, daughter. I hope you are ready to get put in your place?”
She smirked:
“Do your worst.”
“Cute.” He cracked his knuckles. “Nali is going to be the judge so you don’t complain about any unfairness afterwards. I don’t like being bitched at.”
“Dad, I don’t bitch. I never bitch.”
“Whatever. If I had a son, I wouldn’t even have to have this conversation!”
Nali came in, smiling at Isabella. Her expression was quite neutral to William.
“I have brought the suppliers in. Isabella, yours is in room 5, Mr. Carter, the people you are expecting are in your office.”
Isabella nodded, while William grinned. The secretary continued:
“The goal is to get the best deal in the least time. As far as the company is concerned, cheaper is better than quick. As soon as one of you has closed the deal, the other gets half an hour extra to finish up. Otherwise, that person loses, regardless of how good the deal is. Got it?”
William seemed a bit annoyed by the young woman’s casual way of talking to him, but he nodded, as did Isabella. Nali finished up:
“Good luck. May the best one win.”
The big man produced a snorting laugh and said:
“It’s a bit of a waste of time, but let’s get it over with.”
He left. Isabella thanked Nali and stepped outside too.
Moments later, Isabella walked into room 5, a friendly, controlled smile on her face. The men got up to greet her, clearly a bit surprised.
Before they could ask, she said:
“Thank you for being here, Mr. Duquesne, Mr. Thomas.” They nodded, smiling too now. “I’m Isabella Carter, and I’ll take care of the negotiations today.”
“Oh.” Mr. Duquesne was somewhat disappointed. “We expected Mr. Carter.”
“He is currently occupied, but you will find that I am just as well prepared to go through with the deal.” She was all smiles, inspiring confidence.
The two men looked at each other, exchanged a few glances, then shrugged and sat down.
“Alright, let us hear it.”
Nali was listening in through the intercom. It was strange to hear the difference. As far as she could tell, Isabella was working on really building a relationship with the suppliers. She was just making it clear that this would be mutually beneficial and Nali thought that she sounded reasonable. The men seemed quite impressed with this. She could hear Mr. Thomas whisper to Mr. Duquesne:
“Maybe we should just hire her? She’s nice to look at, but she’s also got the brains …”
Nali grinned and switched to William’s office. Here, the situation was a bit more tense. The suppliers were trying to push their stuff on him, and he was basically dominating them, threatening to switch unless they accepted his demand for a discount. By now, they were all grunting and growling at each other. She got up and walked over to the door, glancing inside. William was towering over the two other people. He was pointing at them, his massive muscles stretching the sleeves of his suit. One of the men was just getting up too, and now, they were all shouting at each other. Nali caught the other man’s eye and she could tell he was frustrated with what was happening.
His expression told her “never again …” loud and clear.
Still, ten minutes later, the three men emerged from the room, their faces red. One of the suppliers basically screamed:
“Okay, okay, fine! Three percent cash discount! Okay!”
Then William held out his big hand and just as the other man took it, he said:
“Five percent.”
The guy glared at him, then closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and said:
“Okay … Seriously, man, go fuck yourself.”
“As long as I get my five percent …”
“Yes. Yes.” He turned to the other guy. “Fuck this, Marc, we’re done here.”
The two men turned to Nali and said goodbye quickly before leaving. William grinned, stretched a bit and asked:
“Is Isabella already done?”
Nali wanted to say something when the door opened and Isabella let the two men out. They were all smiles and the overall sensation was one of mutual understanding. Mr. Duquesne and Mr. Thomas bade Nali goodbye and as they passed William, one of them said:
“Your daughter drives an excellent bargain. Nearly cleaned us out, but I think this is going to be good for both our companies …” He chuckled.
William just snorted:
“Yeah, cute.”
The man was a bit taken aback by the reaction, but left after thanking Isabella once more.
Then it was time to compare results. Nali looked the data through and sighed. At last, she turned to the two competitors and said:
“Looks like Mr. Carter won.”
He grinned at his daughter with all the smugness he could muster.
“So that’s that.”
Isabella looked at the information.
“It’s just a 0.85 % difference? Ugh.” She groaned. “Okay. Close. Dad, well done.”
She held out her hand. The big man didn’t even bother:
“That was cute, girl. Imagine what my son could have done …”
He grinned and left, telling Nali:
“I’m going home. You’re in charge of the calls.” Then he turned to Isabella. “If you want to come along, be quick.”
And he was gone. Nali waited until he had left and turned to Isabella.
“Don’t be sad. You did well. And I’m sure we’ll be able to build on the foundations you just laid.”
The young woman smiled:
“You got that?”
“Mhm. Pretty clever. I’m not a business pro or anything yet, but I read about the coming shortages in the report …”
Isabella grinned:
“Awesome. Nali, you’re amazing. If I win this, I really want you as my assistant!”
“That would be a pleasure, Ms. Carter.”
“Isabella?”
“Isabella. Thank you.”
They hugged. Nali suddenly hesitated and ran her hand over Isabella’s upper arm.
“Wow … This is nice … Just how buff are you, girl?”
“Oh, I work out …”, Isabella grinned.
“You’ll have to show me once in a while.”
“I will, but I gotta run. My dad may be a jerk, but he’s also my ride.”
“Okay. See you!”
Isabella turned and left.
In the limo, William sat there spread-legged, a huge, uber-smug grin on his face. He waited for Isabella to sit down, then gave the driver a sign to bring them home. As soon as the car was on the road, he said:
“That was fun! You never stood a chance, but it did make it a bit more entertaining. Makes it a bit more thrilling!”
Isabella sat there in silence. There wasn’t much she could do or say. He went on:
“I can’t wait. This really makes me horny! Fucking over one of these omega excuses for men is one thing, but putting you into your place? That’s the cherry on top!”
The young woman gave him a stern look, but that only seemed to amuse him more. Deep inside her, she was boiling with anger. She just hoped she would manage to stick to her training. She really had to prove herself now. With the first challenge failed, she had to make good on number two! She just wondered whether she would manage …
William was still going on about himself:
“Those poor guys never saw it coming! I guess that’s what you get for just sticking to your shitty college stuff instead of trusting your instincts … Sometimes, I really wonder what this world is coming too! God, I can’t wait to get my cock sucked!”
Isabella did her best to tune him out.
Back at the mansion, William stepped inside, threw himself on a chair and snapped his fingers. Emilia walked up to him, wearing a dark green sheath dress that came down to above her knees. She was looking all happy, though Isabella knew that it was a bit of a show she put on. She squatted down carefully in front of him and undid his shoes, then took them off carefully. She put them away as he stood up, sighing happily. Then she undid his tie and he kissed her. She kissed him too and embraced him gently. He smiled at her and said:
“I’m going to hit the gym, and then, get ready for a good fucking, darling.”
She smiled demurely at him:
“I’ll be upstairs.”
“Perfect.”
He sank his powerful fingers into her firm ass and gave it a good squeeze. She gasped.
“Ooh …”
“Your husband has just fucked over two little assholes who thought they could screw him over. I gotta celebrate!”
Emilia shot an unhappy look at Isabella. The young woman nodded slowly, somewhat embarrassed by her failure to defeat him. Emilia lowered her eyes. She slipped her hand down between William’s legs and gave his cock a good rub through the fabric.
“Don’t take too long …”
“I won’t, darling. Trust me. With tits like these awaiting me …”
He gave them a good fondle and then walked away, adding a sharp slap of Emilia’s backside in the process.
Five minutes later, Emilia was getting ready for William. She was dressing up for him, although she was well-aware that he usually didn’t much care about what she wore in bed. To him, she had to be willing and available. Also, he was probably getting his cock sucked by Carina just to, as he put it, “get in the mood”. It was crazy how little he needed to get hard.
If she could act as if she desired him, it was good enough for him. Then again, he was an amazing screw, that much was true. Sure, he was inconsiderate and brutish, but she had to say … this confidence was perfect for him. There were no hesitations. Sure, sometimes, she would have liked a partner that treated her like a human being and not some, well, service he needed to fulfill his social roles and satisfy his needs.
On the other hand, he could seriously blow her mind with his big cock and his amazing muscles …
She returned to the elegant piece of lingerie she had recently bought. She was now a bit confused. This thing had looked so nice at the shop, with all those straps to underline her marvelous figure, and the assistant had been really helpful putting it on, but now, she had somehow fumbled it, and it was all twisted and knotted. She sighed. Whoever thought that making clothes that needed instructions was a good idea, was probably a monster.
She took it all off again, tried again, and found it once again not working.
Okay.
Enough. She’d ask Isabella. She was sure her daughter would manage. She was amazingly smart, she would be able to help her mother put on a sexy outfit!
Besides, she had to know how it had gone.
She threw on a silk robe and walked over to Isabella’s room. She probably should have knocked. It was one of the points of contention between them. However, it was too late to take it back. Instead, she walked in on Isabella taking off her business suit and blouse.
Emilia stood and stared. At some point, her daughter must have started training incredibly hard, because she was built!
Isabella’s shoulders had grown wide and strong, leading into a set of strong pectorals that supported her taut, supple breasts. Below, she sported a hard and trim sixpack framed by a nice set of obliques. She was pretty much a hardbody. Right now, she was leaning over to get out of her underpants and Emilia could see her daughter’s strong, rounded butt and her thick, intense hamstrings, as well as her sharp calves.
Now she was naked and Emilia’s heart beat fast. She had known her daughter was training hard, but she had never expected her to make progress like that.
Then Isabella turned around and noticed her. She produced a cute little gasp, her muscular arm rising quickly and setting her hand on her mouth.
“Mom! I didn’t notice you!”
Emilia was just as shocked by her reaction.
“Ah! I’m sorry. I should have knocked!”
There was a pause, then Isabella smiled:
“It’s okay.”
They stood there next to each other, Isabella naked and buff, Emilia with her tangled lingerie and her robe. Isabella asked:
“What did you want, Mom?”
“Uh … Just some help with this?” She opened the robe and showed her daughter the mess. “I can’t seem to get it right, and your father is coming in a bit …”
“Wait … Let me take a look.” Isabella quickly got to work and rearranged the various strips and straps. Emilia sighed. Somehow, feeling her daughter’s strong hands on her body was incredibly soothing. While Isabella was busy, Emilia commented:
“You’ve really become buff now, Isabella …”
“Mhm … It’s not very girly, I know …”
“Nah, it looks just fine. I like that.”
“You like that?”
There was a pause. Emilia realized she had said too much. Her daughter’s inquisitive look was merciless, though. Okay, what else could she do? Emilia said:
“I like muscles? It’s the thing that initially attracted me to your father …”
Isabella finished arranging the straps. She ran her hands over her mother’s shoulders, taking in the softness of her skin.
“There you are. It will be fine.”
“Thank you …” Emilia blushed hard. She had just admitted to something unthinkable, didn’t she? Maybe she could salvage the situation? “Muscles … Yes. I mean … to look at? It’s just a good look, right?”
Isabella slipped her sports bra and undies on and flexed her arms. The muscles swelled nicely, showing off her athletic frame. To Emilia, it seemed as if she had managed to divert her daughter’s suspicions, if there were any. At the same time, seeing those biceps grow … It made her want to panic. Isabella thrust her arm down and pushed out her growing triceps.
“Absolutely. I still have a long way to go if I am to give Father a run for his money …”
“Are you really sure this is a good idea?”
“You know, it’s a good question. Basically, I could just take my businesses and my contacts and just leave it at that. Never talk to him again and wait until he gets his comeuppance one day. But … I can’t accept that.”
She leaned back, tightening her abs. They looked like a plate of armor.
“I want him to understand that he can’t act like this towards me. It’s a matter of respect, you understand?”
Emilia nodded. She had listened, but not too attentively. Her whole mind was occupied with her daughter’s amazing physique. Suddenly, she realized she was getting late.
She quickly hugged Isabella, suggesting a kiss on the girl’s cheek, and said goodbye:
“William’s going to be there any moment, I gotta get ready … Just … keep doing what you’re doing. I love you!”
And she was gone.
Isabella stood there, unsure of what to think of this encounter. Her mother’s reaction had been completely unexpected, but not unwelcome. Still …
However, there was one lesson to be learned from this: If she was to win the second challenge, she would have to learn to seduce and satisfy women. Finding that muscles could be attractive to some of them made things easier. She was quite certain that she could find “training partners” at the gym.
Four months later, Isabella’s physique had improved tremendously. She had stuck to her diet, her training schedule and her rest times, and the effect was amazing! She had shed a lot of the useless bodyfat and become quite big and ripped. Isabella wouldn’t have looked out of place at a physique competition now, and she’d probably place easily, even without further preparation.
This time had been a bit difficult for her. In a way, Isabella was a very rational, distanced person. Sure, she was clearly incredibly fit now, but all of this had a cerebral aspect. She set herself a goal, then she made a plan, and then she implemented that, before trying to figure out further improvements.
This was all well and good to complete her studies, to win championships and to build her body, but as things got emotional, she found herself a little stumped.
Sure, she had quickly found a fellow gym member, Sarah, that liked to look at her and which enjoyed some small-talk, but the actual seducing … She couldn’t just move on her and say:
“Hey, I have a competition with my dad coming up, would you help me practice?”
Figuring this out was hard. No amount of guidebooks and tutorials could help her, or at least, most of them seemed quite toxic.
Happily, Sarah decided to make the first move.
“Isabella, I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but … how about we grab some coffee when we’re done, and … take a look at the new Miriel exhibition?”
Suddenly, Isabella was blushing. It was not usually her thing. Normally, she was the one who called the shots, who seized the initiative and moved before the others did. Now she looked at the other woman and didn’t know what to say.
“The Miriel exhibition?”
“I’m gonna be perfectly honest: I’ve been checking your social media, and the kind of pictures you liked … Miriel’s stuff is fitting right in. So, I got us those tickets, and it would be a shame not to go there, right?”
Isabella’s blush only got worse. She knew about the exhibition, of course, and she had been wanting to go, but somehow, she never managed to fit it into her super-tight schedule. An offer like that, though …
“But isn’t that a bit sudden …”
“Bah. It’s going to be fun! And seriously, you can’t always plan ten steps ahead. Because someone might just show up and force you to improvise. As in, you’re going to that show with me. Finish up, check your coffee plan to see which one you want, and I’ll catch you in half an hour, okay?”
“Okay …”
Isabella was overwhelmed. The bubbly young woman had just taken her by surprise, and if she got her body language right, this wasn’t going to stop at the exhibition.
It didn’t. The exhibition was amazing, and Isabella impressed Sarah with her knowledge and interpretation of the works, but she was also quite surprised by the sheer amount of erotic subtext to the dude’s art. She hadn’t noticed this until now, and it was really a bit much.
It did turn her on, though. By the time they were done with the show, they were both excited and happily, Sarah’s studio apartment wasn’t too far. They stumbled inside, already trying to get each other out of their clothes. Isabella giggled:
“This is incredible …”
“You are incredible.”
“No, you are …”
“Help me with this, your shoulder is so big …”
“Mhm … I love it …”
“Damn, Isabella, I knew you were ripped, but you’re a beast, you know …”
“I’m gonna get even bigger than that, Sarah …”
“Nice … Don’t forget to show off for me, big girl!”
“Absolutely … I mean, you’re so sexy … I just love your butt …”
Isabella gave Sarah’s ass a good squeeze. The girl yelped with lust and jumped, sitting on Isabella’s hips.
“Quick … Get me to the bed!”
“Where is it?”
“It’s in the wall …”
“Okay … Wait a moment …”
Carrying the girl around, Isabella reached for the bed’s sling and pulled on it. It descended slowly and Sarah kissed her:
“Tadaa! Welcome to Sarah’s playground!”
“This is so corny.”
“I know.” She kissed Isabella again. The buff young woman sighed. This was a nice taste. She kissed her too and gently carried her to the bed, getting her on the mattress. She climbed on top of her and rubbed herself against her. Isabella felt Sarah’s hands on her back. This was very, very nice.
“Fuck, Isabella, I love your look …”
“Thanks. I love yours too …”
They kissed again, and Isabella began to gyrate her hips against Sarah’s. She gently worked Sarah’s panties off and ran a finger over the girl’s pussy. The young woman sighed.
“Mmh … Nice …”
Isabella grinned and kissed her again. There it was. She had prepared for this. She hadn’t managed to make the first move, but she had intense knowledge of how it all worked.
She got down on Sarah and kissed her way down to the young woman’s pussy, then licked over her lips.
“Oooh … Wow … You’re so fast …”
Isabella sank her tongue between Sarah’s lips and found her clitoris, then began to circle it. The other woman moaned and breathed deeply.
“Yesss … This is nice …”
Encouraged, Isabella continued, going in deeper and returning back on top, circling her again. Sarah lifted her legs and set them against Isabella’s head. She sighed.
“Mmmh … You’re … please … ooh …”
Sarah was getting all wet already and she writhed under Isabella’s tongue-work. She gasped, tensed, and then relaxed.
“Wow … That was … Mhmm …”
Isabella looked up. She smiled. She was happy to have done it correctly. Sarah grinned:
“You really pushed that one …”
“You liked it?”
“Totally. Come here …”
The other woman made a sign for Isabella to come up to her and cuddle against her. Sarah’s warmth was nice. They just stayed close to each other now. Still, Isabella was a bit surprised it was over so quick. Sarah noticed this and asked:
“Are you okay?”
Isabella hesitated. She had experimented a bit in college, but it had just been fooling around. Even less, it had been mostly just doing things because it was expected. She had played with a few girls at parties she had to attend, but she had never had any time for a relationship and last of all for actual, emotional sex. She knew how it worked, she had a knowledge of it and some experience, but really, it was more of a step-by-step thing. She knew how to perform, but …
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry? What for?”
“I … I kinda used you.”
“You did? It was me who just came.”
“Yeah … I know. I just … It’s a thing, you know? I did it the right way, but in the end, I just try to practice for a competition …”
“A what?”
Sarah was more confused than outraged by what Isabella just told her.
“It’s complicated. But the gist of it is, I just tried my technique on you and you …”
Sarah rolled her eyes:
“Stop it right here. Girl, do you really believe I don’t get that this isn’t the big love of my life? It isn’t. It can’t be. I’m just having fun. I mean, the people you meet at the gym, they’re not looking for love. They’re trying to look good and fuck well. That’s the whole point.”
Isabella was a bit surprised by Sarah’s honesty.
“What I’m saying is that this is just a good way for me to enjoy myself. You’re charming, you’re intelligent and you know what you’re doing. That is just what it’s supposed to be like. And if you have a weird competition coming up … I don’t care? Most of the guys and girls I fucked at the gym had some kind of contest they were preparing for. If you’re thing is competitive fucking, then that’s fine.”
She grinned. Isabella was speechless. Finally, she managed:
“So that’s okay for you?”
“Sure.” She made a gesture at her slim, fit body. “I built this body to feel good and to enjoy life. You’re hot, so it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.” Now she smirked: “The thing is, if you want to ‘practice’ some more … I wouldn’t mind at all. Maybe take your time and don’t put as much pressure on yourself?”
Isabella nodded as the words sank in. Sarah kissed her, then said:
“It’s just easy, you know? You have to make it feel effortless and look relaxed.”
“Okay …”
“Now come here, and stop being shocked!”
Isabella grinned and kissed Sarah again. The young woman answered her kiss and whispered:
“Maybe I can just make you relax a bit more …”
She climbed on top of Isabella and found a nice spot to rub herself against.
When she left Sarah’s place a bit later, Isabella’s mind was spinning. The other woman had been right. Focusing on her goals was all well and good, but forcing everything was making her unhappy. There had to be a better way to do this. One that would make her feel good. She just had to find some kind of calm and confidence in all this …
This realization took out the pressure. Isabella just went to the gym now, did her routine, and whenever she found a woman that interested her, she would take the plunge. The effect was amazing. She was rarely refused, and most of her “conquests” turned out to be charming and relaxed. The more she fooled around, the more she took the edge of her own expectations. It finally became a game, and one she enjoyed and got pretty good at.
One day, she went to her father’s company again, just for some little intelligence gathering. It was usually worthwhile to stay in the know. The last thing she wanted was to be surprised by any strange moves he would pull. Also, despite his annoying macho mentality, she actually liked the business he was in, and she did think that she would eventually like to take it over. Of course, this was still a thing for the far future, but if there was one thing that Isabella saw as important, it was being ready!
She walked up to Nali’s desk and smiled. This casual smile came to her easily now. Before, she tended to be a little stressed when interacting with other people, anxious to make a good impression and to “get” them. Lately, with all the wonderful, relaxing sex she was getting, she found herself to be more confident and able to just do.
Nali looked up and immediately mirrored this. It wasn’t the usual secretary smile, it was genuine.
“Hi, Isabella! Looking for your father?”
Isabella shook her head.
“Hello, Nali. No, I just wanted to see how the Veles deal shaped up. Would you mind me looking at the files?”
“Sure. Let me get you an office ready. Coffee too?”
“Oh, that would be marvelous! Please.”
“No problem.” She clicked on her computer and said: “Got it. I have the 6.08 booked for you. You have all the time you need. I’ll bring the coffee in a bit.”
“Thank you so much, Nali. This is really nice …”
“You’re really nice … I mean, no problem. I mean, you … Just feel welcome.”
There was a minimal awkward pause, then Isabella nodded nervously and tried to fight down her blush. Okay, so much for becoming confident and relaxed …
“I’ll just … to the office, 6.08, right?”
“Mhm. That’s it. 6.08.”
“See you …”
Isabella walked away quickly. What just happened?
She set herself up at the office and pulled the data, then started reading the documents. They were amazingly neat! Her father tended not to care much about documentation, insisting that he knew what he knew, but Nali had obviously worked very hard on writing this all down in clear, concise language. The files were well-structured and complete, with necessary annotations. Reading through them gave Isabella a good view of the whole process. Suddenly, she noticed a problem. It wasn’t a loophole, per se, but it could mean trouble down the line. She thought about it, then quickly drafted a memo outlining the problem and suggesting a change on the payment terms.
As she was typing, Nali came in. She looked ravishing in her blouse and skirt. The young Korean woman looked at Isabella through her elegant glasses and smiled. Isabella was so absorbed in her wording that it took her a moment to look up, but then, she lost her train of thought. The other woman set down the plate with the coffee and just mumbled something along the lines of “Sorry for interrupting”, but Isabella just smiled too, and got up.
“Thank you … You’re really nice.”
There was a flicker of tension. Nali blushed a bit. Isabella came a little closer and added:
“And you look amazing.”
“You too …” Nali looked at Isabella and took in the other woman’s figure. Her strong muscles were poured into her pantsuit and she was oozing power and elegance. “… I like the buffness …”
“Me too … It’s amazing …”
“Can I see …” The secretary’s voice drifted off. Isabella grinned and said, out of nowhere:
“Say please …”
“Please …”
She nodded and slipped out of her blazer, folding it over her chair with a casual movement. She revealed her strong shoulders and muscled arms. Today, Isabella wore an elegant white neckholder top that really showed off the mass of her biceps and the strength of her forearms.
Nali’s eyes opened a bit more and she blushed even worse. Then she hesitated, but an encouraging nod from Isabella allowed her to touch the other woman’s strong arm.
“Wow … You’re huge …”
“I’m not … Not yet …”
“No, seriously, I … I have never seen a woman like you in the flesh.”
“And you like it.”
It wasn’t a question. Nali nodded anxiously.
“I do.”
Isabella grinned and tensed her biceps a bit. The other woman swallowed. Clearly, her throat had just run dry. She traced Isabella’s muscles, touching her veins.
“This is so good …”
Her fingers explored Isabella’s physique now, and suddenly, Nali felt the other woman’s hands on her skin, and before they both knew, they were kissing, caressing each other and getting each other out of their clothes.
It didn’t take long for Isabella to show to Nali what she had learned. The Korean woman was deeply impressed, to say the least. She moaned loudly as Isabella licked her, her strong tongue eagerly exploring her lips and clitoris.
“Oh … Oooh … Isabella … this is … Mmmmh … Oooh … yesss … yesss …”
She tensed as the muscular woman went in deep and played with her. She was in tears, pleading Isabella to finally release her, her mind overwhelmed by the other woman’s touch and power.
She came with a howl, instantly panicking, afraid that someone might hear. Isabella gave her a happy, soothing look. With wet cheeks, she said:
“Don’t worry, the doors are soundproof …”
Nali gasped.
“Wow … That was wonderful …”
“Mhm.”
“I love it.” She took a while to calm down. “This is incredible. You … you just got it perfectly … I … How did you do it?”
Isabella caressed her, then smiled:
“I just tried to get a feeling for you …”
“Well, you certainly did! It was so good!” She lowered her voice: “I’m not going to dunk on your father, but … He never makes me feel like that.”
“That’s okay. I take it as a compliment.” She undid her fly. “So … How about you return the favor?”
The next challenge was coming up, and Isabella was assembling her outfit. She was laying out the various swimsuits on her bed, comparing them and trying to figure out which one would work best. She had already eliminated one obvious failure, and she couldn’t remember what had possessed her to buy a micro-bikini anyway. It was really quite stupid.
Just then, her mother knocked on her door.
“Are you trying to pick your outfit?”
Isabella nodded with a smile. Was it just her, or was her mother slowly recovering from her William-induced stupor?
Lately, she paid more attention and seemed to really think about things. Isabella liked this subtle change about her mother.
“Yeah. It’s hard. I gotta grab the person’s attention, but I don’t want to come across as slutty or needy.”
Her mother took the tiny bikini:
“So this one is ruled out?”
“Yes. Definitely a non-starter.”
“Too bad. Your father would love to see me in one of these …”
“Mom, Dad is … well, you know.”
“I know. I don’t approve of all this! Why can’t he just be proud of what you achieved?”
“I don’t know. Insecurity, probably. I think that he’s treating you terribly. The whole idea of the contest … I mean, openly humiliating you like this?”
Emilia sighed.
“It is as it is.”
Isabella hugged her:
“I will fix this. I promise.”
Her mother didn’t say a thing. She just liked her daughter’s embrace. She was getting so strong!
After a moment, Isabella released her and asked:
“So, which one would you pick?”
The older woman looked at Isabella, then at the various outfits and said:
“That’s you.”
“The navy one with the gold trimmings?”
“Mhm. You’re never going to be a bikini person. You just need class.”
“Let me try it …”
She stepped out of the room and returned a moment later. Emilia blushed and nodded:
“This is gorgeous. Anyone will know you mean business.”
Isabella cocked her hip and looked at her reflection. Yes. She looked amazing like this. The suit was draped over her strong muscles. Now she just needed to be lucky and find a girl who liked this look.
Her mother watched her from the background, sighing again.
It was late afternoon, the sun was warm and the sand was crunching softly under Isabella’s steps. Her skin was glowing, her perfect tan underlining her physique. Her long blond hair was tied up in a messy bun that contrasted with her stylish swimsuit and jewelry. She felt sexy and powerful.
Next to her, her father walked along. He was wearing tight trunks and an expensive, yet casual-looking shirt and a gold chain around his neck with a single bull’s tooth dangling from it. The sunglasses and the five-o’clock shadow completed the look.
He smiled somewhat condescendingly, then jerked his head at a pair of gorgeous twin girls that hung out under an umbrella.
“Them.”
Isabella smiled. The two women were quite amazing. She nodded:
“Alright. We try them both and we’ll see which one of us they prefer.”
The older man chuckled:
“You’re a real nerd, you know that? I can’t believe you’re my daughter. Well, at least you’re not my son.”
Isabella sighed and approached the two women.
One of them turned around to look at her, then signaled to the other one. The second twin also turned to face them, clearly liking what she saw.
“Hi …”
Isabella gave her her best seductive smile and asked:
“Hi. I’m Isabella, and that’s William. We’ve got a thing to settle, and we wanted to ask you if you could help us.”
“Sure. What’s it about?”
“It’s more of a demonstration, really …”
The first twin nodded:
“I’m all for demonstrations. Hi! My name’s Laura and this is Flora.”
Isabella said:
“Okay, then I’ll show it to Flora, while William will take care of Laura …” She held out her hand and Flora took it. The muscular young woman hoisted her up in one movement, catching her in her arms. The twin gasped:
“Wow … Those muscles aren’t just for show, then?”
“No, they’re quite real.” Isabella held her gently: “But there’s more …”
She gently directed her away while William said:
“I’m a man of fewer words, but you will find that I have my advantages too …”
He got down and scooped Laura up. The young woman produced a surprised, but intrigued sound. Then he carried her away.
Meanwhile, Isabella found a quiet place away from the busier parts of the beach. She had prepared for this, and quickly unrolled a blanket. Flora grinned:
“Okay … So I guess you and your dude had all of this planned?”
“Yep.”
“Wow. Alright. Of all the strange ways in which I have been hit upon, this is the strangest.”
“It works, though.”
“It works.” Flora got on the blanket and smiled at Isabella. “It helps that you’re hot.”
“Thank you. The same goes for you.”
Isabella sat on the blanket with her and took the girl’s hand. Flora blushed a bit, then gently set her other hand on Isabella’s strong upper arm.
“Wow … You’re really buff … I’ve never seen anyone like this … I mean, in real life.”
“I just like being strong. It really makes things easier.”
“Yeah … I can see that.” Flora traced the veins on Isabella’s arm. “The thing is … It would probably make anyone look manly, but you … You look awesome …”
Isabella grinned.
“I know.” She caressed Flora’s cheek. “It’s nice to hear it, though.” She grinned with a bit of self-irony. She kissed her gently. The girl blushed.
“Mmm … This is nice …” Flora replied with her own kiss. She was clearly enjoying this. Isabella continued, her hands now exploring the slim woman’s body. In no time they were embracing even closer.
Isabella felt Flora’s trim body under hers, her strong muscles rubbing against the girl’s soft skin. They continued kissing, but it got more intense, hungrier, more lustful. Flora whispered:
“I’ve never felt anything like this … How can you be so confident?”
“Oh, just a bit of practice …”
The muscular woman pulled aside the girl’s bikini top and exposed her breasts. She kissed Flora’s erect nipples. Then she gave one of them a little nibble. The slim woman gasped:
“Oooh …”
“Sweet …”
“This is … How did you know?”
“I just knew …” The musclewoman continued playing with Flora’s chest until the girl was sweaty and hot. Then she gently eased her out of her bottoms. Flora was clearly overwhelmed, but she egged Isabella on with soft, gentle moans.
Then she felt the strong woman’s finger on her lips and she spread her legs further. Isabella’s hand caressed Flora’s thighs while she continued kissing her.
“Mmm … I love this … You’re so … intense …”
“I am … And you are beautiful …”
The girl caressed Isabella’s lats and answered her kisses eagerly. She sensed Isabella’s finger brush against her clitoris.
“Isabella … this is good … so good …”
The strong woman didn’t stop. She continued eagerly, bringing Flora closer and closer to orgasm. The young woman locked her legs around Isabella’s hand, trying to get her to get in deeper. Isabella resisted, carefully edging the slim woman closer and closer to cumming.
“Uuuuh … Please … this is … it’s so … I … I gotta …”
Flora twisted under Isabella’s strong body. The buff woman’s powerful hands played with her, directing her and bringing her almost to cum.
Suddenly, the musclewoman slipped downwards and lifted Flora’s butt up, then ran her tongue over the startled girl’s lips.
“Whoa …”
Flora wrapped her legs around Isabella’s head and groaned. The strong woman continued and pushed her, making her squirm and shake.
Then she came.
The slim woman seemed to collapse under the release, and Isabella gently set her down on the blanket again. Then she laid down next to her and caressed the girl’s stomach. Flora took a while to recover, then whispered:
“Wow … That was … you’re … wow.”
Isabella grinned and wiped her lips clean. Flora kept breathing deeply. She seemed very satisfied. Then she hesitated:
“What do I do now? I mean … I can’t just leave you like that, can I?”
“That depends. Do you feel satisfied?”
“Me? Totally. I … I kinda just had my mind blown, you know?”
“Good. Then it’s fine.”
“Okay …” She raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Just so I get it … What exactly was the thing you were trying to settle with the big guy?”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re asking … Let’s go looking for them, shall we?”
“Uh … okay? I feel that I am missing something here.”
“Nah. It’s fine. As long as you have fun.”
“I do, I do.”
“Let’s go then.”
They joined up with William and Laura soon after. The other twin sister seemed a bit stunned, her equally slim body looking rather rough. The moment she looked at Flora, she gave her an intense grin, followed by a nod. Flora replied the same way, though she seemed a bit less convinced. Maybe it was just Isabella suddenly feeling insecure, though.
Anyway, her father seemed quite happy with his handiwork and instantly seized the initiative.
“That was nice.” He gave Laura’s ass a squeeze with his strong hand. The dazed girl yelped, but clung to his muscular arm. “How about you? Wanna see what a real man can do?”
Flora stared at him. William was not coming across as nice or sympathetic, but the expression on her sister’s face suggested that he was very able to blow her mind.
She smiled a little awkwardly at Isabella.
“Uh … Would you mind?”
The muscular woman shook her head.
“Not at all. Have fun …”
William laughed:
“She will. She will …”
He adjusted his mighty cock in his trunks. Then he took Flora’s hand and led her away, leaving Laura standing without even looking at her. The young woman, still obviously quite overwhelmed, gave Isabella a groggy look.
“Uh … That guy your sugar daddy?”
Isabella looked away. Fuck. Failed again. She groaned. The girl asked:
“Did I say something wrong?”
“No, it’s fine. It’s just … frustrating. I was doing great, but he’s just …”
“I love how he really doesn’t care. He just does his thing, and he’s got a gift, you know?”
“I don’t want to hear it. Sorry.”
Isabella accompanied Laura back to her place under the umbrella and got her something to drink. The young woman’s thoughts cleared up a bit and she found herself cuddling with Isabella as she recovered.
Eventually, William came back, grinned at Isabella comforting the girl and said:
“Okay, Isabella, let’s go. I’ve had my fun, and I think I win this one too.”
The twins were trying to process what had just happened, but by the time they realized what the whole situation was about, the two musclepeople were already gone.
On the way home, William didn’t stop grinning.
“You know what that means, daughter? We’re already done. You didn’t even manage a match ball.”
She glared at him. He laughed:
“I mean, I suppose you did well for a woman, but … that is what you are after all. If you want to get ahead in this world, you need to be a man, and you’ve got to have a big cock. Simple as that.”
She looked out of the window. William amused himself:
“Listen, girl, I’m not going to hold it against you. It’s just the way you turned out. If your mother had managed to produce a real heir for me, maybe I wouldn’t have to engage in your stupid games. But here’s the thing: This may be idiotic, but I’m having fun.” He rolled his shoulders. “So here’s the thing. I have won. Your crummy little companies are mine by right. But I’ll give you one last shot. You can do the last challenge, if you still feel you need it. If you manage to beat me, and that’s the biggest ‘if’ ever, then I’ll let you have one of them back. Maybe.”
He laughed at his daughter’s humiliation.
“So, figure something out, girl. Maybe you get to not be completely ridiculous.”
Isabella looked at the car’s ceiling. Yes. She’d definitely have to push herself.
At home, Isabella carefully closed the door of her room, then took off her clothes and went to her bed, grabbed the pillow and held it to her mouth, screaming her frustration into it. She just vented the whole terrible feeling of humiliation into the soft fabric. It was such a stupid, stupid situation! Why did she even do this? What did she have to prove?
She could have just stuck to her work and ignore him. There was absolutely no point in trying to fight such an idiot on his own terms! She had let him suck her into his bizarre worldview, and she had embraced it. Okay, she had tried to work around the worst aspects, but in the end, hadn’t she just committed to the same stupid mindset? The girl had been really nice and cute, and she could have had more than just a quick, casual fuck.
Why did she need this man’s recognition? What did she expect? William had no reason at all to reconsider his position, hadn’t he? Even if she managed to outdo him, what would be the result? She’d just outjerk one of the most massive jerks in the world. That didn’t reduce the number of jerks, it actually increased them!
What if she had kids one day and then did the same to them?
That would just cause an endless circle of jerks.
The world really didn’t need that.
She threw the pillow away. It shot through the room and slapped against the wall next to the door.
The musclewoman noticed that the door was open. Her mother was peeking inside anxiously.
“Isabella, are you okay?”
Emilia was standing there in an emerald-green robe, her strong red hair tied into a big bun. She walked up to her daughter and sat on the bed next to her, then carefully caressed the frustrated young woman’s muscular back. Emilia shivered a bit as she touched Isabella’s strong physique. It was quite impressive …
“No, Mom, I’m not okay. I lost! And it was so foolish. The whole thing was idiotic. I got caught in Dad’s stupid game and now, I have nothing! I haven’t even managed to get one thing right! I couldn’t even force him into a tie break!”
The older woman continued exploring the hills and valleys of Isabella’s back and focused on her breath, amazed by the power that the girl had built up. She was nowhere near William’s size, of course, but … it was enthralling …
“Don’t worry, Isabella. It will get better. You can just let him do his thing and try to ignore him. I do that a lot …” She smiled weakly.
“Mom, that’s not acceptable. I don’t know how you put up with his antics. He just keeps being a jerk to you and treating you like his property and you let him have it his way!”
“I guess you’re right, but what else can I do? He’s rich, he’s strong, he dominates everything and everybody around him. If I dare say anything against him, what do you think he’ll do? I mean, he can trade me in for a younger woman any day if he wants.”
“Seriously?”
“Why do you think I put up with his adultery? He keeps me around because I look nice in a dress and I give him that aura of a conservative gentleman. Also, he can’t accept that I would ever sleep with another man …”
Isabella sighed as her mother found a nice spot and gave it a good rub.
“Wow, Mom … That feels amazing …”
“It’s nothing really. I’m glad you like it.”
“Yesss …” The musclewoman moaned happily as Emilia worked her fingers into the hard muscles. To her confusion and curiosity, she started to feel quite aroused by this. She shivered nervously. Touching her daughter’s muscles like this was an amazing experience … Emilia struggled to return to the conversation.
“What I’m saying is that I’m caught now. I don’t even want to imagine what William would do to me if I ever dared leave him. And you know it: He can be charming and generous and … he’s very good in bed.”
“Don’t remind me.”
Suddenly, both women blushed. This was the worst topic for conversation ever. Isabella turned around and lay on her back. She looked at her mother, whose face was almost as red as her hair. Emilia stared at her daughter’s strong midsection, her heavy pecs and her broad shoulders. She had never seen another woman with muscles like these, except on TV shows that wanted to mock bodybuilders as a freakshow. Isabella wasn’t bulky per se. She was strong, hard and ripped, and the lines of her muscles were every bit as elegant as her face and her, well, everything.
Emilia took a deep breath, then set her hands on the young woman’s obliques. She held her breath as she ran her fingers along their lines, bringing them to the blocks of her abs. The older woman’s mind was racing. She was doing something inacceptable right now. There was no massage that could justify having her hands where they were. And yet, Isabella didn’t seem to be unfavorable to her touch. Instead, her daughter smiled at her, quite intensely even.
There was a feeling of intense nervousness in the room, a sensation of shame, but also of curiosity.
They tried to avoid each other’s gaze.
Emilia continued, following the deep cuts of Isabella’s muscles.
At last, she breathed:
“So … are you still going to try the last challenge?”
Isabella sighed, enjoying her mother’s strangely intimate touch.
“I … I have to … I can’t just let him have it his way …” She smiled. “Besides, I have grown quite fond of bodybuilding. I actually enjoy it … Even if it weren’t for the challenge, I’d probably just continue anyway.”
Emilia fell silent for a bit. The idea of her daughter becoming even more muscular shocked her. And it turned her on, which only shocked her even more.
“But … That … that would … you know … It’s … uh …”
“Mom? What’s up? Are you okay?”
Isabella smiled at her. The older woman’s soft touch, her blush, the whole hesitation … It was making her nervous as well, but she liked it. She lifted her arms and carefully touched Emilia’s sides under that robe. Her mother was in an amazing shape, regardless of her age. Women ten years younger would envy her.
Just as Isabella wanted to say something, William’s voice thundered through the house:
“Emilia! Come here!”
They both froze. Both women lifted their hands away and separated. There was a faint sense of longing in their looks, but then, Emilia got up and said:
“I’ll go and see him. I’m … I’m glad you are … okay. Don’t be angry at yourself. You deserve better.”
“Thank you, Mom. And … yeah …”
Words were left unspoken, and Emilia was gone.
Isabella remained on the bed alone, suddenly feeling lonely and quite furious. Also, she was deeply confused with what had just happened with her mother. She would have to think about it …
After a moment, she got up, showered and slipped a big fluffy robe over her body. Then she went downstairs to fix herself some food. As she passed her parents’ bedroom, which she actually didn’t need to, she heard them fuck hard. The noise William was making was more akin to a boar or a bull than a human being. She could imagine what was going on in there, and she was both disgusted and … turned on?
In that moment, she struggled with the conflicting horniness and fury.
She practically ran to the kitchen.
The strange experience with her mother was quickly forced from her mind when she realized just how much work she’d have to put in at the gym to even hope to win the final challenge. She was, after all, still just a young woman, and she had little of the decades-long muscle maturity her father had built up. As a result, she had to approach this intelligently. If she managed to focus on the main points of the challenge, then she could maybe prevail. After the first two failures, she was getting a bit nervous about this, though.
As far as she had thought about it, the challenge would focus on posing, lifting and some simple strength exercise. Her father sometimes amused himself by bending things to impress other people, so they would go for this too.
Very well. If she perfected these parts, she stood something of a chance. Time to get to work!
Sarah looked at the whole arsenal of drugs that Isabella had lined up in the VIP dressing room. She stared at the vials, patches, bottles and blisters.
“Okay … Now that is a whole pharmacy’s worth, right?”
Isabella just finished undressing and stood there right next to her, her super-fit body all tight and strong. The musclewoman’s physique suggested a kind of panther-like power, with a lot of hidden strength and the ability to just surprise people and … probably take their heads off?
It was a look, alright. Isabella shrugged:
“It is what it is. I’ve got to get huge and strong, and being natural is not going to get me there. So … here we are. But I have an excellent doctor checking on me, so it will be fine.”
“I guess? It’s just a little intimidating seeing all this.”
“Yes. It feels odd. Sure does. But I have to win this.”
“Do you, really? I mean, you could just walk away from it all. It’s not as if there’s anything holding you back …”
Isabella looked at Sarah. The other woman was cute. She was nice. She adored Isabella and she was quite good in bed. But … she really didn’t get it. Isabella was quite sure that this girl would end up with a nice young man eventually, and she would have her cute little career and her nice house in the suburbs, and eventually, their life would grow boring, with her 2.1 kids … She would eagerly submit to people that were stronger and better.
Isabella wouldn’t. And she certainly wouldn’t tolerate or accept her father’s shit. Especially regarding Emilia. Seeing as he spent his time using and abusing her even worse lately, she knew she had to at least show him his limits. It was enough. The man had to be put back in his place.
“Let’s say that I have some things I want to take care of. Also, I doubt that this will come as a big surprise, but I really like my muscles.”
The young woman spread her shoulders and lats, amusing herself with their expansion. It was still weird, but she had to admit that just taking up more room made her feel confident and powerful. Also, sensing her muscles “obey” her will … It was a great experience.
Sarah blushed:
“Okay … I like them too …”
The musclewoman caressed her cheek and kissed her:
“I know.” Then she smiled encouragingly: “Would you help me? Here’s a woman that really needs to get bigger. A lot bigger.”
The weeks roared by. Isabella was completely focused on her training now. She just kept pushing herself with religious devotion. There was no space for weakness or hesitation. Since her father had taken over the two companies, she was basically free to just do this one thing, and she pushed her body further and further to the limit. In a way, it was a method of punishing herself for her failure. She almost enjoyed the terrible pain the constant hard training caused her.
When she finished her workout, she would just lie on the mat for a while, waiting for her brutalized muscles to stop hurting. She was aware that this was not a good idea, but what else could she do? She had picked this fight, now she had to win it. There was no way to back out of this without losing face. And she definitely couldn’t accept that.
So, she struggled on.
Her progress was making it worthwhile. Sure, it was terribly hard on her, and she would wake up in the middle of the night from some overtrained part of her body suddenly acting up, and she often caught herself staring at the plate of protein-rich, taste-poor food she had to swallow just to provide her growing body with just enough nutrition to keep growing.
When she looked at her reflection, though, she realized it was worth it. She was growing quickly. In these four months, she packed on the muscles hard, adding a good twenty pounds of pure, unadulterated beef. The transformation was incredible. She had to get her clothes custom-fitted, and she seriously enjoyed the new look. When she walked now, she had this swagger to her, the broad shoulders, her slim waist, and the hard, perfectly rounded glutes giving her a super-intense hourglass shape. It was amazing!
Isabella had not only built up her muscles, though. She had also worked on her flexibility and her lifting technique. She knew her father tended to brute-force things, and she certainly couldn’t keep up with him on that level. She had a realist perspective on this. Even if she trained on at that level for twenty years, she couldn’t hope to outdo him in sheer power and muscularity.
But she could use her strength with more skill. So this was the plan. She would outlift and outflex him, and hopefully manage to survive the feats of strength. It was tough. Despite her incredible physique and her mental focus, she was still the underdog against this man.
She would just have to do everything she could and push herself.
The day of the challenge, Isabella went up to her room after a copious breakfast. She had just picked something nice, none of the boring stuff. Just something sweet and tasty to put her in a good mindset. Pancakes. Mmh …
The taste was still lingering in her mouth as she stepped inside and found her mother sitting on the bed. Emilia was wearing a robe and seemed a bit anxious. She smiled at her daughter. The young woman was wearing her now usual fitness outfit, which did absolutely nothing to hide her massive physique. Her broad chest was stretching a sporty crop top, her disappeared breasts just leaving two small bumps under her nipples. Her thick traps were framed by the straps, and her thick pecs shaded her eightpack abs.
Isabella had reached bodybuilder level, and she was certainly one of the bigger women in the world now. No heavyweight, no champion, but with her height and the short time she had to build her muscles, she was certainly impressive.
Emilia got up nervously, taking in her daughter’s amazing body. Her little girl had grown in every direction, and to her shame, she loved what she saw. Sure, she was nowhere as big as William, but she had a gentleness to her, a kind of love that the big man never even thought of showing.
Her mother looked away nervously:
“I … I just wanted to wish you luck. I hope you win.”
The musclewoman smiled and nodded gratefully:
“Thank you, Mom. I’ll do my best to make you proud.”
The older woman came closer and hugged her. Her large, soft breasts touched Isabella’s hard chest. It felt … nice? She returned the embrace and held her, caressing her mother’s slim back. She felt the other woman’s gentle fingers on her own thick lats and up her back. It was a wonderful sensation.
Then, suddenly, her mother kissed her. On the mouth. Then again, and her mother’s tongue parted Isabella’s lips. There was a pause, some looking away, some nervousness, and then, another kiss. Longer. Deeper. More intense.
Isabella wanted to say something. She was aware that this was wrong. That it had already been wrong before. That it was insane. But if it was, why did it feel so good?
She sighed, but she couldn’t find the heart to push Emilia away. Maybe it was for the best to call her that. Emilia. Not Mom. Maybe she could …
“Isabella …” She heard her mother whisper her name. “It feels so good to touch you.”
“It’s the same for me …”
“I shouldn’t. I know. But … I … I love you …”
“I love you too.”
Saying these words made things harder. Much harder. It was terrifying, in a way. As silence set in, they looked each other in the eyes. The fear, the doubt, they were fading. They were still there, it was only natural. But they could no longer deny it.
Isabella felt her insides cramp up.
“Emilia … I don’t know if I’m going to win this, but you will see. I will make all of this right. I will put him in his place, and I will be with you. I swear it.”
“I believe you. If there’s one person that can fix this, it’s you.”
“I …”
There wasn’t anything else to say. They kissed again. Emilia carefully explored Isabella’s muscular body, touching the girl’s packed back, her yoked shoulders, and her strong, bulging biceps. Her daughter was her knight in shining armor, wasn’t she?
At the same time, Emilia felt she was sending the girl to her doom … What would William do to her? How would all of this end?
She closed her eyes and prayed silently to whatever god might be listening …
Isabella walked down the hall with a firm step. She was ready, she was prepared, she knew she would win. She had to. The young musclewoman emerged into the garden. The weight sets were prepared, and her father was warming up eagerly. He had let himself go a bit, or at least Isabella hoped this was the case. He was still huge.
She smiled formally at him, while he just looked at her, almost without registering her presence. She stood firm now, her broad shoulders on display, her posing bra covering her reduced breasts and her hair tied up in a ponytail. She felt ready. She would defeat him.
The big man slowly started to grin and then said:
“You look ridiculous.”
She had expected something like that.
“Thank you for noticing me.”
Indeed, he had acted as if she didn’t even exist lately. The big man laughed:
“All this work to look like some kind of strange half-man! It’s painful to watch. Daughter, you should stop with this stupidity and just accept things for what they are. You are a girl, and as such, you are weak, soft and helpless. Your feeble attempts at being the son I should have had … I don’t even understand what you are trying to achieve. Are you trying to hurt me by rubbing in the one thing I failed to do?”
Isabella was a bit speechless. Did he really think like that? Was this a joke?
“Father, this isn’t about you. This is about me. About making it clear that your stupid manliness fetish is worthless. That you treating everybody like trash is ridiculous and cynical.”
He grinned:
“Yeah, here we are. You know, Isabella, here’s your problem. You’re so caught up in your big brain college fantasies that you think everybody is out to get you. You have weird dreams that that intellectual vision is somehow true. It just doesn’t work like that. Women are nice and cute, and they can be pretty and say smart words, but when it comes down to doing the work, you need one like me.” He flexed his huge arm. It was way bigger than Isabella’s. “How about you just stop with this foolishness and run along. Maybe find a nice young man who can show you how it feels to get good dick, and then, maybe you’ll get real.”
Isabella groaned. She stretched her back in frustration. Sensing her lats spread and her traps swell was a nice feeling. She really longed to finally get started.
“Whatever, Father. How about we get this over with?”
“I gave you a chance to back out.”
“Yes, yes. Let’s do this.”
William had picked Carina and one of his friends, another business guy called Mark as judges for their little contest, while Isabella had agreed on them and suggested Nali as a third. Emilia joined them as they prepared. She didn’t want to have to choose between her husband and her daughter and had thus opted to just enjoy the show.
The Mark guy stared at Isabella. Having his friend William walk around in shorts was one thing, but seeing his daughter in that tiny suit was another. Also, that chick was buff! He didn’t understand what the point was, though.
Also, he was a bit confused by the William’s super-hot wife getting up from her garden chair and cheering for her, while the other equally hot secretary girl in her bikini clapped. The maid was also there, looking cute in her uniform and seeming a tad overwhelmed. She too applauded. Reluctantly, hoping that he didn’t do anything wrong, he clapped too.
William and Isabella took up positions. He said:
“Okay, to get this over with, we’re going to do some posing, and you’re going to pick who does it best, and then we will lift some weights. Understood?”
There were some nods and more cheering.
Then they started their routines.
Isabella instantly felt good about this. William as doing some bog-standard poses. He was a bit sloppy on them, and didn’t seem to know much about how to handle this. Double biceps, side chest, crab pose … That was all very nice, but Isabella knew her stuff.
She hit the beats of her choreography. It was a joy to watch. She strutted towards her audience, giving her muscular hips a good swing, then, stood there, cocking them, smiled brightly and lifted her arm. A first, simple flex made her biceps swell, a second, harder one made it pop. She shot that Mark character a seductive glance and leaned back, bringing her abs to the forefront and flexing them into a network of muscle, then turned around with a slow twirl and displayed the sharp lines of her back. The Christmas tree shape in her lower back was practically carved into her flesh. She added a sharp flex of her glutes, transforming them into a hard, brutal X, then displayed her hamstrings and calves, before dropping down into a superhero pose that showed off her sculpted shoulders. She was all smiles and intensity, letting the spectators enjoy the display of power.
Mark, who had previously been a bit confused by the idea of watching the muscular daughter of his friend strut her stuff in a bikini, was getting into it. He was ogling her intently and was practically salivating as she rolled her abs and flexed her pecs. William was so absorbed in his own posing that he ignored the other man’s looks. Isabella was surprised, but not that much. Okay, maybe she could make this work …
She let her pecs bounce enticingly, then released her hair from the ponytail and gave it the best fancy whip one could imagine. The poor guy was basically hard now. She grinned and turned around, lifting her arms and flexing them while also exploding her back into a landscape of brutal muscle.
As she did, she glanced over at her father, and caught his eye, then looked over to Mark.
Moments later, his father’s fist connected with the man’s face.
The sound was quite bad and the peeping tom was first smashed to the ground and then lifted up, dangling from William’s outstretched arm.
Isabella grinned, but hid her expression by looking away. Then she said:
“Okay, I think we’ll have to discount Mark’s vote, right?”
Her father glared at her, then shoved the other man away. He frowned:
“Maybe you shouldn’t strut your stuff like some floozy?”
“Maybe he should keep his eyes where they belong.”
She smiled at her mother, whose eyes definitely weren’t where they belonged. The older woman instantly looked away. Carina blushed too, though not from looking at Isabella. Well, a little?
Isabella raised an eyebrow and declared:
“I think that we can conclude from this incident that my posing was better.”
The big man hesitated, then his face turned into a leer:
“Yeah. It’s not as if that’s going to help you. After all, that’s just flouncing around like some kind of …”
His voice trailed off, but he returned by continuing “… Anyway, let’s get to lifting. That’s a real man’s thing to do! Alphas don’t strut around like peacocks, they work hard!”
Isabella didn’t say a thing. No point. Instead, she stepped over to the weight sets.
“How about we just do deadlifts to exhaustion?”
The big man was a bit surprised by the suggestion. He hadn’t expected his daughter to actually try and outlift him. Maybe she would have tried some stupid curling exercise or some dumb aerobics girly shit, but not this?
Anyway, he shrugged:
“Yeah, why not? I mean, it’s not like you have a chance!”
“Let’s go for 250 pounds. That should be a bit of a challenge for you.”
He laughed:
“250 pounds is nothing! I do 400 for reps!”
“I know.”
He was a bit puzzled by her expression, but shrugged.
“Fine, then.”
They took up positions next to each other. She said:
“Alright. We lift clean, no jerking around, no swinging, no stunts. Whoever manages to stay in longer, wins.”
“Whatever.”
Then he grabbed the bar and started. Isabella did the same, though she went in slower, with less impetus. This weight was pretty much her top level, and the possible lowest she could ask him to do that could still screw him up. She was shorter than him, she had trained her grip strength intensely, and she certainly had better stamina. Both would work in her favor. All she had to do was manage to get through the pain, and she’d win.
Emilia, Carina and Nali watched as the two musclepeople pumped. It was a rather intense show. They were both grunting and sweating horribly, their muscles swelling with effort, blood pumping hard through their veins, their faces red. It was hard on both of them.
Nali counted out the reps for Isabella, while Carina did the same for William. At first, they moved in unison.
“Five … six … seven …”
The grunts got louder. William’s movement got slower. His initial speed had fallen off. He didn’t yet struggle, but he was certainly not going to breeze through this in the way he had expected. Isabella kept to her rhythm. She didn’t slow down, she didn’t speed up. She just worked mechanically at making simple, controlled movements with as little waste as possible. She just had to conserve her energy, and she could probably outlast him.
“Ten … eleven … twelve … thirteen …”
They were still at it. By now, the competitors were sweating profusely, their muscles pumped and red. The strain was visible on their faces, but neither would give up. A fat vein appeared on William’s forehead, pulsating obscenely.
“Hrnk …”
Isabella replied with a “gaaah …”.
They kept pumping. The reps were flying by, but Emilia noticed that William was definitely slowing down further. He was two behind now. She stayed in the rhythm, although her body felt as if it were going to explode. It was terribly painful … She was used to pushing herself to her limit and beyond, but this was something else. She gritted her teeth, sweat running into her eyes. She couldn’t stop now. If she got out of the rhythm now, it was over!
She groaned as she put out one more rep. And another. And another.
Next to her, her father was losing ground. His movements got slower and slower, with more swinging and less precision. He too was growling in fury and pain now. He hadn’t expected this to happen, and he was clearly suffering for it.
Not that he would quit, though.
While Isabella went on, hearing the count in the distance, “thirty … thirty-one …”, she felt the frustration rise. She had thought he would give up the moment he started to hurt. She had expected him to be all bluster, all show. That he would just laugh it off and declare himself a winner or something.
Well, that was not the case. She had underestimated him. It wasn’t just a show after all.
Still, she had a chance. She could outlast him. Her body was a finely tuned instrument of power and elegance. She had prepared for this diligently, and she had proven to herself during her training that she could last longer …
She grunted loudly.
“Forty-two … forty-three … Please, don’t hurt yourselves!”
She heard her mother’s voice answer Nali:
“Yes! Be careful!”
Her father just glared at his wife. She shouldn’t lose count!
By now, Isabella was slowing down too. She was reaching her limit, and that horrible man still wasn’t giving in! Why? How was he doing this? She hissed under her breath. The pain in her body was terrible now, completely overwhelming her mind. Her thoughts were circling now, going back to her mother’s touch, their brief moment of intimacy, the love she had felt. She wanted to be in a happy place, away from this stupid, terrible contest in which she had brought herself.
No!
She couldn’t stop now. She couldn’t doubt herself. She had to win this. Just this one. Please …
The cramp hit her like a gunshot.
She managed to put down the weight on the fifty-ninth rep in a clear, controlled fashion. But then, it was over. Her thigh felt as if it were going to rip itself apart.
She tried to camouflage it, to act as if she was just taking a break, but she knew. She was a few reps ahead. Her father was at fifty-three … If he just failed before reaching her level, she’d win … Even with a tie, she could claim victory due to the posing …
At first, William didn’t notice it, but the moment he did, he found new strength. His expression was quite terrifying, his gritted teeth, his bloodshot eyes, the pumping veins, the rictus face … And now, there was a sadistic grin.
He was suffering, and it was Isabella’s fault. He would show her.
Fifty-five … fifty-six … fifty-seven …
Isabella found herself shivering in growing panic. She just hoped …
Fifty-eight … fifty-nine … siiii …
The weight went up slowly again. The man’s body looked as if it were about to blow up. He was tall, he had a lot of lifting to do to get the barbell to the right level. He was exhausted, and he wasn’t in that good a shape for stamina exercises.
And yet … Almost there …
Something in Isabella screamed in frustration and panic.
Sixty.
