Author: [Elmanouche] Stories~collected

[Elmanouche]

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Hello,
Here comes the last part of that Little Gothic story, which was my first story in English.
I hoped you liked.

I might write - and already have written some - side stories, depicting her new life. Like the article Sam wrote (written), or some more... Muscled erotic adventure she had/will have.

Anyway, thanks for your support and have a good reading.

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X Such a day

   Two days ago, that website discussion ended up in an agreement, I was to be Lucie’s partner. It was the simplest way to do and less work for Tom. Nothing was marble settled yet, still some stuff to sort out. And I just told Aline about that, we were on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie. She turned off TV’s sound and looked at me, surprised.
“Are there really people… To buy tha’?” She asked.
“Well, Lucie told me she even thought about quitting her coach job. She didn’t because it was more stable, though not paying as much.” I answered.
   She ran her hand on my armour plated abdominals.
“And… Would you stand an unknown dude lurkin’ and touchin’ you?” She inquired while now kissing my beefy pecs, there was something odd with her attitude.
“You talk about sessions?” I wondered.
“Yes… Photos and videos will be easy, but real meetin’s might be somethin’ else.” She said snuggling closer to me.
I could feel her erect nipples pressing against my skin. “Was she aroused?” I thought.
“I… Don’t know actually… I won’t do sessions at first I think.” I mumbled. I was feeling Aline’s body almost hot against me. “Would you mind me being ‘touched’ by someone else?” I asked, intrigued.
“Hmmm, want the truth?”
“Of course…”
“It would turn me on and I’d love to see tha’.” She said.
“Huh?!” I wasn’t expecting this.
“Yeah… Just imaginin’ it right now makes me…” She purred. “And you know why? Because you’d so make them weak in the knees, beggin’ you to do this or tha’, like I’m beggin’ you sometime. But I’m the only one to have it all...” She added while her luscious lips pursed on my outrageous traps.
   She sat astride on me, struggling on my waist thickness. I could feel her already wet crotch on my steel abs. She laid herself on my meaty pecs and kissed me hungrily. She then straighten her torso, her voluptuous breasts jutting outward, her hips swaying slightly and her hands planted on my huge striated pectorals.
“But, what’s more important to me, is your well-bein’. So if havin’ sessions makes you uncomfortable, don’t do it…”
   She was trying to dent my pec muscles I wasn’t even flexing. I wrapped my arms around her chest, almost eclipsing her in my mountainous biceps. She squirmed and sighed.
“Oh yes, squeeze me…” She asked.
   I obeyed and pressed my arms ever slightly, I sensed her chest being compressed and her breathing becoming more difficult.
“Harder…” She moaned.
   I was getting worried I might hurt her, but I complied by sending a bit more strength into my arms.
“Aaah… Oh… My… Hmmm, more.”
   I was getting turned on by Aline’s excitement, closed my eyes and flexed my pecs along my arms.
“Ow, Ow… Ok stop.” She squirmed. I released my grip immediately.
“Sorry… I got carried away.”
“No, no… Tha’ was awesome. I bet you weren’t even pressin’ hard…” She purred and kissed me, lengthily.


   I opened my eyes and watched the time: 10am. “Damn I slept!” I thought. We had such a blissed night, I was feeling light headed. I sensed Aline’s warm body against mine and I snuggled against her. I was almost purring behind her when it hit me.
“Oh fuck! Aline! Wake-up!” I shook her vigorously.
“Huh? Wha’? I don’t like chocolate…” She said still half-sleeping.
“C’mon babe, you’re late for work, it’s 10 o’clock!”
   She stood up like a rocket.
“Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP!”
   Ever watched a Benny Hill’s show where they run at the end? Well, I was watching one as she was busying around the bedroom and bathroom. I was amazed at how fast she got ready and stormed out.
“Good day hun!” She yelled from the front door.
   I was feeling lazy. It had been seven months that I was waking up early, eating, jogging, and eating, training, eating, working, eating, training and eating again. And today it was as if my body was saying “Stop! No more!” I stood up from bed at 11am, skipping my usual jog and two breakfasts. I was starving though, but then again, lazy. So I grabbed my purse and went to a fast food. Yes a fast food.


   As I was walking down the streets, it was weird. I could sense people staring or whispering about me. I’m not paranoid, I was sure they did. As I crossed a street I saw a newspaper kiosk. “Would it be that…?” I thought and went to buy one.
   Surely, Sam had published his interview. I glanced at the photo he had taken, newspaper printing solution wasn’t doing me a favour, yet I was cute and… huge. No wonder why people were staring at me. I read Sam’s article and was surprised to see he had noted exactly what I said without giving much judgements, his article was fairly objective.
   I arrived in front of the fast food, at 11:30am there wasn’t much people yet. I squeezed myself through the door and stepped in. Girls at cash-register froze mouth agape. I blushed shyly and went to take my order.
“H-hello and welcome, what do you want?” Asked a dumbfounded blonde.
   I glanced at proposed menus for a few seconds.
“Hum. I’d like three single Big Peak, three single Double Beef, one menu Slice O’fish XXL and two menus Good Ol’ Beef XXL. Chips and diet coke with the menus, please.” I said blushing from amount of food I was ordering.
   She registered my command then asked: “I suppose take away?”
“Eat in.” I answered.
   She glanced behind me expecting friends of some sort, I was alone.
“Wow. Err, ok. 54.45€ please.”

   I paid and waited for my food, eating like me was expensive. I could see the blonde girl chatting with her colleague, almost pointing me out. They had to use two trays for my huge meal. I went to a table, and started eating. After a good thirty minutes I went back to that blonde cashier.
“Excuse-me?”
“Yes? Lemme guess, you couldn’t finish?”
“Huh? No…” I blushed some more. “Could I have two more Good Ol’ Beef, please?”
   She looked at me mouth agape, glanced at my place where my trays laid empty, then back at me.
“Oh… Ok. You’ll get an indigestion!” She added laughing.
She was staring at me strangely when coming back with my burgers.
“They’re on me.” She said almost not looking at me.
“What? Why?”
   People were starting to fill the restaurant.
“Can I… Touch your biceps?” She asked. I wasn’t expecting that.
“Oh. Sure.” I smiled.
I pulled up my sleeve and gave my arms a little flex. The girl placed her hand on it, feeling its peak. I twisted my wrist to give it some more volume. She gasped.
“Oh my…You’re a goddess…” She whispered.
“What!?”
“Clarisse! Get back to work!” Said a man behind her.
“Oh yes, sorry.” And she left.
   I stood there with my two burgers in my hand. Me? A goddess?


   That day was getting weirder as I was walking to my work, more people glancing or whispering. It was starting to get me uncomfortable. I arrived at ‘Mortadem’ and got through the service entrance. Emma was already there.
“Ah glad you’re finally here! This morning was crazy!” She welcomed me.
“Really? Many customers?” I asked.
“Lots. But many came just to see you…” She answered while grabbing a newspaper. “Because of that.”
“Yeah… Sorry. Didn’t thought it would cause such a fuss.”
“Are you kidding? That’s great! And that journalist did a good job. I feared he would judge or point how ‘manly’ you look or...”
“Do I look ‘manly’ to you?” I asked slightly offended.
“No! But…” She stepped closer and laid her hand on my bulbous pecs. “You must admit that those glorious muscles are pretty masculine… And I so love them…” She added in a whisper. Then shook her head. “Ok, let’s get to work! Now that you are actually here, it will be crazier!”
   Damn she was right. There were people everywhere, Emma and I were running around the store trying to satisfy everyone. Many of them were asking questions about me and that interview of course, I had trouble to answer them all, and it was quite oppressing. Some others were obviously here to mock me, but I didn’t care and Emma was taking care of them.

   After a while it started to cool down, people leaving as we were approaching close time, to finally just us two finishing to order some stuff. Emma had done some cleaning, I was restocking shelves. I felt her presence behind me.
“Yes?” I asked without looking at her.
“Oh... Nothing really. I was... Observing your muscles dancing while you fold those pants.”  She said almost nonchalantly though I could sense some tension in her voice.
   I turned myself toward her, still folding clothes. My torso muscles were bouncing and bulging at my very move. She stood there mouth half-open, gulped a little.
“Wow… I’ll never get enough of this…” She panted. “You’re a true Goddess Lili, you know that?”
“That’s… The second time I hear that today.” I noted.
“Only two? You’d deserve more…” She said while placing her hand on my working pumpkin-sized shoulders.
   I blushed and resumed my restocking. That was the one thing I had trouble to grasp with Emma, I couldn’t figure how she stand. Was she straight? Bi? Lesbian? She always seemed to praise my body, to praise me. She’s a good friend, it was just troubling me now that I had accepted my homosexuality. She looked at me dreamy like before snapping out of it suddenly.
“Oh crap, forgot I had to meet some friends… Do you mind if I go now?” She asked, groping on my beefy arm.
“Oh, err, not at all, I’ll close. Have a nice evening!”
“You too!” She kissed my cheeks and went to change before leaving.

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[Elmanouche]

[...continuation due to character limitation...]

   I closed the store and walked toward Patrick’s Gym for my training. Aline had texted me she wouldn’t come, job meeting. What a weird day. I thought about it while walking. Was I a goddess? Aline was acting a bit like I was one, as that blonde cashier girl. Sam did a bit too though his professional side restrained him to go further and Emma just told me so… Was I to be worshipped? I glanced down at my bulging arm as I grabbed the gym’s door handle and tried to open.
“Closed? What the hell is going on today?!”
   I had keys but training alone wasn’t really fun, not even Patrick to cheer me up. Patrick, even him was kind of worshipping me. I turned on the lights, and walked toward the sound system, at least I could put on my tunes. After changing for a training suit, I started with some stretching and extensions. I was feeling lazy and not very motivated with that thought in mind: “I really should have stayed in bed…”
I worked out my legs for forty-five minutes then just got bored. Still my thighs and calves were pretty pumped, erupting in muscles. I stared at my baobab trunk legs on mirror, they were huge and ripped, flaring out wide before reaching thick knees and exploding into massive heart shaped diamond hard calves. Veins and striations could be seen through my spandex as I was flexing my limbs, feeling them with my hands and trying to dent them. They were so hard, so ripped and so massive, I got dizzy staring at my humongous self for a bit. With my skyrocketing strength, I was beyond human. No wonder some people were thinking of me as a Goddess. And slightly, as I was flexing my muscles to gigantic proportions, I accepted the idea.
I went to take a shower, feeling better and a bit aroused.


Building was silent and I was surprised to find apartment’s door closed. I grabbed my keys and opened it, squeezed through door frame and fumbled for light’s switch. I turned it on.
“SURPRISE!!”
   I blinked a few time, they were all there. They had tricked me well as I didn’t see it coming. Patrick, Emma, Lucie, Erica – a crazy girl who thought I was gross but couldn’t help feeling my muscles, Stan – old friend of us and kind of ex-boyfriend for me, even Dr Golfroy had come. Aline was there smiling warmly, a banner above her head saying “Happy 25th Birthday Brick House Lili!!”
   I stood there dumfounded. My birthday, I had forgotten my birthday and it explained a lot that weirdness I felt all day. A surge of joy filled my eyes with tears.
“How… But…” I muttered.
   They all gathered around me wishing me a happy birthday as I was stepping inside living room. I was almost crying, I was so not expecting that. After saying hello to everyone, I gathered up my spirit.
“Right! Let’s get the party started!”

   It started, eating and drinking, not much for me, but Emma and Erica seemed to go on a challenge of who is gonna stand last. Stan was trying to get me drunk and was often trying to fill my glass. I refused while laughing at his attempts.
“Awww... C’mon! You only have a century quarter once in your life!” He said already tipsy.
“Yeah but… Okay, just a tad though!”
   He filled my glass full of punch of course, and I tried to sip it slowly.
   We danced, a lot. One of my challenge had been to dance with everyone. If with Erica and Emma it went smoothly, we all had a laugh when Big Pat’ came clumsily at me. He kept stepping on my feet, and maybe was I too, so I got bored and lifted him baby like.
“Eh, oh, wait, don’t dance like that Lili…! I’ll get seasick…” He laughed.
   Stan and Dr Golfroy were gentlemen. The good doctor being almost cute when dancing as he was trying not to look like the guy who grope. I danced with Lucie and her Amazonian stature, I was in heaven feeling her huge muscles against mines. Of course Aline invited me for a dance, she wrapped her arms around my barrel neck and I drown myself into her ocean’s eyes, kissing her lovingly. She wrapped her curvy legs around my thick waist, snuggling even closer, letting herself carried. Stan came by.
“I know it’s your place, but you should move toward your room if you intend to go ‘further’.” He said jokingly.
“Aww… You sure? I bet you’d love watchin’ us… Having ‘fun’.” Aline retorted in a wink.
“Heh… Yes.” He chuckled.

   As evening went on, it inevitably came back to my muscles, but by someone I wasn’t expecting. Erica – who usually wasn’t demonstrative about my frame – went close to me and started feeling my huge arm, maybe she was a little tipsy, still I looked at her in surprise.
“Feeling good?” I asked.
“Huh? Oh, sorry… But yes, it does feel… Good.” She said, and then stood up talking louder to attire attention. “Would you flex for us?”
   Everyone turned their head toward us and talked at same time, even Dr Golfroy.
“Oh yes Lili please!!”
“Show us what you got!”
   I was blushing bright, my muscles already pumping on their own from blood boiling inside me. A small tear sound could be heard, my lats flaring out already.
“Ok, I need to change though, those clothes won’t stand it.”
   I saw Emma stepping back and grabbing a bag, then came back to me opening it.
“That fall well, I happen to have something especially made for such… Marvellous event.” She purred.
   I was slightly taken aback by her luscious attitude in front of Aline who was – by those predatory burning eyes – looking down at me with desire, her nipples almost poking through her dress tissue. But also, this present was too much, she already gave me a nice outfit.
“Emma... You really shouldn’t have!”
“Oh yes I should have! There’s never enough for such… Glorious body.” She panted.
   I froze, time froze, scene froze in my head at realisation of what my body was producing. They all – at different levels – wanted to worship me. Our eyes connected with Aline, she instantly knew I was enjoying it. It was as if I could feel each of everyone’s arousal and they were feeding my own. I glanced down at Emma who was sitting beside me.
“Thanks Emma, mind come help me?” I asked.
   She joyfully sighed and stood up.

   I was so used of Emma seeing me topless that – barely entering bedroom – I was already undressing. She closed behind me as I was revealing my inhuman broad thick back. I could feel my muscle swelling as I was freeing them from their tissue cage. I felt Emma’s warm hand brushing my beefy trap, running down along a vein of my back. I couldn’t help but sway my meaty arms in front of me which flexed my back muscles. I heard her moan and she kissed them.
“E-Emma…?”
“Yes… Sorry… It’s not, what you think… I know you love Aline, and you girls are beautiful friends to be with. But, your body, it has such an effect on me, I’ve become a schmoe. Just being able to worship those divine muscles makes me…” She explained, panting.
   I turned around facing her, my inflated and striated pectorals brushed my chin as I was still swaying slowly my bulging arms. I could almost hear her heartbeat pounding her porn style perky breasts. I was accepting my goddess stature. I flexed those TV sized slabs of muscles, solidifying at my lower lips level. She sighed.
“Please yourself…” I whispered.

   When I came out from bedroom, I was dressed in the most fitting outfit I could have hoped for. Emma had told me this tissue was specifically made to be resistant and stretchable. It was a long sleeve dark purple shirt, stopping right under my foot deep muscled breasts. It was hugging my frame so tightly, striations were still visible as I was pumping my humongous biceps while walking toward living’s centre. Abdominals were bouncing freely like huge shingles, striated and veiny shingles. At each of my steps, rippling quads and tremendous calves were flashing chords and vibes of muscles through an almost black, more than skin tight, leggings. Tissue was slightly shiny, reinforcing my most beasty striated features. I was feeling so powerful, almost like a superhero. I felt my laterals flaring out pushing my beasty arm apart. I was at same time excited and a bit intimidated.
“So?” I asked, silence of my entrance cooling me down a bit.
“Wow.”
“Superb.”
“Thanks… And thanks Emma.” I blushed.
“Oh you’re most welcome...” Answered an even redder Emma.

   I started to do a series of poses like I’ve seen on internet. I was still kind of rusty with the moves, but I supposed it went well by the look of their mouth agape faces. I started by a standard front double-bi’s, diamond hard thirty-seven inches peaks erupting up, engulfed between veiny massive forearms and bloated shoulders. Then I raised up my arms behind my loose ponytail tied black hair, pecs bulging upward a bit as I started to roll my hypertrophied abs. Head was engulfed in a muscle wall. They were gasping for hair, staring at my humongous self. I was ecstatic and completely turned on. Even Lucie seems in a trance, mouth agape.
“Amazing… You’re just amazing LIli!” She said before adding. “Damn, I want to arm-wrestle those arms…”
“Oh yeah!! That’s a good idea!” Jumped Stan.
“All right, taking out the arm-wrestling table.” Aline laughed.
“What? You have one?” Patrick asked.
“Yep.” Said Aline coming back with it. “Reinforced. I just love being overpowered by my cutie beast.”

   Table was set in no time, Lucie and I locked hands. Dr Golfroy was to be the referee. She had a height advantage, my arm was way thicker and stronger than hers though. We both knew that I’d win fairly easily, but it was for show. Our arms bulge and Dr Golfroy did the countdown, his hands placed own our locked ones.
“3… 2… 1…” He removed his hands.
   I felt Lucie’s pressure, but I barely have to use my strength. I glanced up at her face, she was straining hard, her meaty arm pulsing, her sleeve stretched from her huge biceps. After a few seconds I saw her other arm move up.
“May I?” She asked, panting.
   I nodded and she started using both her hands, pulling hard. Her whole torso was struggling and inflating. Her muscles pumped from exertion, lats and shoulders swelling. Her shirt was slowly losing to her mighty bulging frame, small tearing sounds echoing. My own arm was barely working, I was amazed at how strong I was. I glanced up at attendance smiling shyly, then down to my resting arm I started to pump and flex casually. Mounds of hard muscles filling my sleeve.
“Ok, Let’s help Lucie.” Pat’ said while stepping closer, grabbing our locked hands and started pulling with all his might.
   And everyone joined in, pulling or pushing on my hand. My biceps peak rose higher as I had to resist a bit, though it still wasn’t enough to make me struggle. They were all grunting and working on my arm.
“C’mon…!” Aline said.
“Arrgg…” Grumbled Lucie.
   I looked at everyone then my eyes locked with Aline’s. I winked.
   Slowly, I started to push them all down on the table. They all giggled unable to withstand my sheer strength. I won easily, and hit another double-bi’s pose. I was thrilled as everyone seemed to be groping and feeling my harder than steel muscles.
   I so loved being a muscle freak goddess.


   They had left one by one slowly, Dr Golfroy and Lucie departing last.
“That was a marvellous evening, happy birthday again Lili!” Said Golfroy.
“Thanks Doctor, take care on way back.”
   Lucie was feeling my muscles a few more time.
“I think tonight you’ve accepted what your body was, haven’t you?” Lucie said.
“I guess I have… Thanks for coming Lucie, I’ll call you for that website.” I hugged her.

   Aline came from behind me and wrapped her arms around me. We did some fast cleaning and I sat on couch. She sat on my laps.
“So babe, had a nice evenin’?” She asked.
“That was marvellous, I… It’s the best birthday I ever had.” I answered kissing her. “You totally surprised me there.”
“Oh… It makes me think tha’ I have one last present…”
“What? No, no, I can’t accept!” I retorted watching her standing up and going to the bedroom.
   She came back and sat close to me. I saw she had something in her hand.
“Lili, you’re a goddess. And I’m just lucky to be with you. I fell in love with a mousy shy goth girl, you’ve become a powerful gothic brick house…” She started.
“You helped me on that.” I interjected, blushing.
“Maybe, but ‘you’ did it. And I…” She opened her hand, a small silver ring was on her palm. “Was wonderin’ if you…” She grabbed my left hand gently and inserted it on my ring finger. “…would like to be my whole life goddess?”
   I was so not expecting that, my heart pounded heavily inside my chest and I gasped for air, chills running down my spine. I kissed her passionately.
“Yes, I would…”

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  K+ and look forward to whatever else you may come up with!

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you very much for this awesome story!

[Elmanouche]

Thanks!!
I suppose that you guys liked.
Please don't hesitate to point me "issues" you might have found. Whatever they are, even scenario or any little details.
It would help me improve.

[solitariodude]

Other than some minor grammar errors, all-in-all your work is very good by me

[Elmanouche]

Hello,

I'm preparing some side stories, one incoming soon.
I was wondering, should I keep them in this thread or create a new one for sides?

Thanks again for your support.

[solitariodude]

If they are side stories with the same characters, I'd just keep them in the same thread

[Elmanouche]

First side story depicting what happened in Aline and Lili's bedroom during her birthday party.

Good reading.

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Side Story I - First session?
(Emma's view)


     There finally came a time I had been longing for: being alone with Lili. I already had many of those, at Mortadem’s mainly, and it always had been such a bliss.

    I have to admit, I didn’t care much when she first came to take her shift at the store seven months ago, she was tiny, skinny and not very joyful, or so I thought. Then I met Aline, who was coming almost three times a week catching Lili to go workout – Seriously… Workout? – a tall, athletic, busty woman with a ravishing smiling face, auburn hair always well-arranged cascading with elegance on her fit shoulders, her outfits always enhancing her delicious curves. How could a beautiful woman like her be with… such a shy mousy girl? There’s always a couple in your entourage you really don’t get how they could have met and be together, Aline and Lili was one of them. I suppose it was simply love, as I have seen later on.
    When I got to know Lili though, I discovered a cheerful, humour filled, good co-worker, and supportive small girl who, after just a month, I knew she’d become a very dear friend, therefore I understood how Aline could have been seduced. She really just had a few ‘faults’ if I may say, her shyness, her low self-esteem and her evident lack of talent at making herself pretty. That’s when I started to dress her and to notice her body changes.

    At first, I thought it was an eye trick or my imagination, then I couldn’t deny what I was witnessing, as thin shoulders thickened and broaden rapidly, traps started jutting up, belly hardened into a steel washboard of abs, cute b-cup breasts melted under burgeoning pecs, lats flared wider pushing aside her to-be-bigger-than-my-thighs arms, her childish hips strengthened with this cute butt transforming into two melon sized ball of muscle, her thin legs packed strong curves at such a pace it became hard for me to keep track for my dresses. I was astounded, I never thought muscles would look so hot on a woman and it was enthralling watching her grow.
    By third month, I was already hooked, chained, almost slaved to her body, every single bulge of her astonishing muscles making me weak in the knees, she was packed, like those pro female bodybuilders she had shown me. Still, she was adding more and more pounds of pure hard female muscles, day after day, week after week, I have been a spectator of her incredible transformation into what she is now, a Goddess. That word might sound like an overstatement, indeed she didn’t have superpowers nor was eternal, but her body was a marvellous sinew of tremendously strong muscles, a detailed canvas of hypertrophied muscles anatomy which sent me shivers along my spine every time I was lurking, therefore yes I had blissful moments dressing her.
    Tonight though, I could sense it was meant to be even better, something had changed in her attitude, her stance, the way she talks, how you can feel her sheer presence in a room not because of her size, but by a powerful confidence inhabiting her.

     Now that I was closing bedroom’s door and taking a glimpse at her marbled door-wide back – her muscles flexing and relaxing like ripped hypertrophied boas – I already knew Aline had been hooked the day Lili had first told her muscle discovery. She completely accepted her act in Lili’s fantasy, did what she could to help after the coma, and had been savouring the results ever since. It often occurred to me that she was Lili’s slave, just like me, the main difference being Lili’s full and unconditional love. Hopefully there was that strong bond because her goddess strength was at such insane levels now that it was almost scary, and nothing we could do to stop her if we had to. What if she had been… a bad girl?


    Lili was swaying her thick granite like arms softly, her back and lats flaring into a shredded wall of muscles, I panted while stepping closer. Silence was enveloping the room, just my heavy breathing and creaking sounds – which I knew too well, it was Lili’s skin stretching softly under her muscles pressure – could be heard. I placed my hand gently on her extreme traps and ran down crevasses, ridges and veins of her beasty back. I was in a trance. My moist lips slowly met her warm cream skin covering her insane trapezoid, I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan when I felt it stretched as her traps flexed under my lips, her head turning toward me. I stepped back softly, looking slightly down with guilt, why was I feeling guilt…?

“E-Emma…?”
“Yes… Sorry… It’s not, what you think… I know you love Aline, and you girls are beautiful friends to be with. But, your body, it has such an effect on me, I’ve become a schmoe. Just being able to worship those divine muscles makes me…” I confessed, panting, and excited, and afraid too, what have I said?!
    She turned around facing me, her inflated and striated pectorals brushed her chin as she was still slowly swaying her bulging arms. I saw a sparkle in her eyes as she stepped closer, pumping more strength into those inhuman pecs. Her eyes glanced down at her ripped cleavage then back up at me, smiling.
“Please yourself…” She whispered.

    I froze, was she really…? Accepting it?
    She was smiling shyly at me, her pumped chest almost hiding her mouth, she accepted being a goddess, but she couldn’t really stop being herself.
“I… You… Deserve it, you’ve done so much for me and… If feeling my muscles…” Her pectorals solidified into two enormous diamond hard boulders. “Then… I’d be happy to satisfy you…” She purred and slowly flexed her tremendous biceps.

    I shivered and my lips immediately met her humongous peak, licking that snake like vein running on top, she bent her forearm and pumped her arm harder, my hands wrapped around that burgeoning mass.
“My… Lili, it’s so huge… And hard…” I was trying to dent it.
“Nah… Not that hard… Look. I’m not really flexing.” She casually said.
I took off my hands and hers went massaging her pumped arm, moving her muscled peak like play dough.
“See? I’m not flexing… Now I am.”
    Her hand couldn’t move anymore, her arm solidified, vein bulged and throbbed on her huge biceps, she bent her flexing hand, small fingers brushing the peak. She placed my hand gently on her warm skin, I shivered, and her biceps was ripped and cut, indestructible. She pumped it a few more times, using her other arm to give some resistance, my pussy got warm and tingly as I felt that unstoppable mass hardening under my palm, spreading my fingers apart.

“So… How does it feel?” She purred, getting into her role.
“Oh… Very good, my Goddess…” I whispered, completely hypnotised by her superiority.
    She blushed a bit at this statement, grabbed my left hand gently, I tried to resist but she just ignored it, did she even feel my struggle? It finished its course on her right hypertrophied pectoral. I sighed heavily and felt weak in the knees almost fainting, she caught me by the waist firmly.

“There I got you… Am I too much for you?” She asked teasingly.
    Her hand was holding me tight by the waist, pressing me whole against her harder than steel body. My fingers were running along the ridges and crevasses of her striated breasts. Since I’m taller than Lili, my crotch was rubbing against her pétanque ball abs and I couldn’t help but let out a whisper moan.

“I… I don’t… know…. But I’ve longed for that… M-moment f-for so l-long...” I said, trembling.
“Oh have you…?” She mocked.
    She increased her hand pressure on my butt, her pecs where pressing hard against my ribs cage while her other arm kept on pumping that insane peak, and lifted me off the ground. I squirmed in a mix of pleasure and slight pain, feeling my clit rubbing roughly against her diamond hard abs sending waves of muscled sensation to my body. I was in heaven, hold like a toy by my powerful Goddess, but I needed a break or I would explode. I tried to free myself from her grasp, but she was enthralled and lost in her muscle lust, pumping her arms and washboard tummy to new levels of definition and hardness, for a second I feared she would snap me in two in an uncontrolled move, but all I could feel was pleasure.
    My body was warm and sweating, my heart beating heavily in my chest, nipples almost poking through my dress. I was panting and moaning, and Lili seemed completely oblivious to my struggle, increasing her pressure. I clenched my fingers on her skin, felt my clit throbbing and pussy shivering as orgasm hit me, I arched my back and she somehow helped me by squeezing just a tad harder for a very short time sending me to seventh sky before letting me go just as fast. I slid against her iron packed body, knees meeting floor slowly as I was trying to catch my breath, my hand still raised, spread on her hard belly while other laid on her tree trunk sized thigh. Without looking I knew she wasn’t even watching at me, and I bent my head up to glance at Lili who was staring thoughtfully at herself, pumping softly her pecs alternatively. She raised her arms and flexed her mighty peaks in a Greek gothic goddess double-biceps pose. Her lats flared wide increasing her V shape dramatically, I was at her feet, defeated and still dizzy from my orgasm. She lowered her head and glanced at me smiling calmly, released her epic stand, and offered me a hand while saying in a sweet yet commanding tone:


“Now Emma, shouldn’t I get dressed? We have guests awaiting.”
    I took her hand and stood up slowly, trying to recover from my intense pleasure, my womanhood still in fire. She knew she had just pleasured me and was admiring herself, maybe wondering what it could feel to be near someone as unstoppable as her.
“Yes, Goddess…” I said, still panting, while taking the outfit I had made for her.
“It feels… Weird being called a goddess…” She noted, blushing.
“Though you are…” I purred while handling her new top in front of me, judging my work. “What do you think?”
“Ok, maybe I am… For you and Aline.” She replied then looked up. “It’s lovely… Seriously Emma, you rock.”

    Sometime, it is good to get some self-satisfaction, and here I was pretty happy of myself, even more now that I was seeing Lili’s eyes sparkling with joy as she was wearing it. The outfit was fitting her perfectly, handling very well her flexing. A dark-purple skin tight top covering her bull neck and beefy pecs with long sleeves and black lacy borders, it let her abs and back revealed, enforcing her V shape and brick house look. Pants were skin tight too, with just a slight loose on her calves.    She was looking terrific and I was already drooling again feeling tingles.
    Lili flexed her muscles a few times, pumping them up and I could see the tissue stretching smoothly, my hand running on her broad shoulders. She was staring at her reflection in the mirror, me standing behind almost completely hidden but my head.
“Wow, that’s just… Superb. It will be perfect for work…” She started.
“Worshipping sessions…” I completed.
“That too.” She giggled and turned around facing me, she was blushing, again, and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “Thanks Emma. Thanks a lot.”
    I was troubled, she had just blown my mind away with mere flexes of her body and now she was hugging me like I was her sister or mother, and I clumsily hugged her back.
“You’re… Most welcome… Now we should get back to the party, they are waiting for you… My goddess.” I remarked.
“Right, show time!”

    As I watched her going out of the room, with me following, I couldn’t help but feel weird. Something had snapped during that little session. I thought I could stand just being her schmoe friend and while I watched Lili hitting a few poses and getting everyone attention, her marvellous back facing me, I couldn’t help but think that I wanted more of her.
    Was it love?

[solitariodude]

Sweet! K on that

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If everything goes fine next side story should come by thursday. 

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I'm looking forward to it. Thank you very much!

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Hey there,

took me ages, most of it procrastinating but here it is. The main course being the awesome drawing of Lili by my friend B9TRIBECA

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Side Story II
Meet with Lili Ballet by Sam Guigou

I had heard rumours, like a whisper coming from deep within the city’s undergrounds. I was at ‘Le Baroque’ – a gothic pub – enjoying a nice evening. I’m not very fond of that genre, but hey, drink was good there, so was music. I then overheard two Gothic Lolita talking. Usually, I try to discern my work from personal free time but discussion’s subject was intriguing: a ‘huge’ gothic muscled girl. I don’t have bias about female bodybuilder or such, some are pretty, like some fat girls are pretty. So I turned toward them and asked her a few questions. They didn’t know much, just heard some of her friends’ sayings. My curiosity was tickled though, but with so few materials nothing I could do.

Day to day life kicked in and I almost forgot about it, when a week later, I was at another Gothic meeting. This time it was for work and I was to cover their “atmosphere party”, vampire, cosplay, you name it. You might have read my paper about it later on. Still, I was sipping hydromel at the counter when a friend found me. After a few minutes of chit-chat he started talking about a massive girl he had met at a gothic store. There I was hooked, I questioned him a bit and got what I needed. Her name was Lili Ballet, saleswoman at Mortadem.

I won’t tell you how my first meeting with Lili went. I think that photo here is talkative enough, though it doesn’t do her justice, it’s even more impressive in real. She accepted to be interviewed and here is the transcript of our discussion during her workout, yes, including my babbling, just to give you a hint of how impressive it was.

Me: Thanks for welcoming me in here. And for a starter I would like to know when… What?! Is that pounds or kilos?

Lili: You’re welcome, kilos.

Me: How…? (Lili was curling with what looked like 1500Kg barbell in each hand. Ed.) Err… Ok. Anyway, what I wanted to ask is, umm… when did that bodybuilding fever started?

Lili: Oh… Two and a half years ago… Damn that warm-up weight is getting too light… When I met a now good friend for the first time, Lucie… Gaaah… Had to do 20 reps instead of my usual 10… Pheww… Will have to make it 1750 next time… Lucie was a powerlifter I met at my workplace. She was huge, sexy, exhaling a confidence I was jealous of. And those muscles she had… I just wanted to be like her. But I’ve always been 5’2… And skinny. Imagine me skinny? (Laughs)

Me: I… Think… I… Can… S-s-so you g-got that big in such a short time!? (She was curling two tonnes in each hand.)

Lili: Nah, not at first. I was what? 115Lbs after 8 months? Which was kind of nice already, I mean for my frame. And in same time period that girl had tripled in size. It depressed me a bit not being able to bulk up more, but that’s how I was.

Me: Ok, seems like usual progress. Then what happened? What triggered such… Impressive growth? You must be like, the most muscular and strongest human on earth…

Lili: That’s not being cocky… But yeah I know I am…. That’s six tonnes I’m bench pressing here! (Pause) Do you remember that tragic train accident last year? I was on it, fell asleep on it… And woke up 7 months later. When I did, I was weak and even skinnier than before, though happy to be alive, somehow. Then doctors presented me an experimental treatment, which was meant to shorten re-education to just a month instead of the four initially planned. I said yes. I got convinced to do it by my friend Aline who worked in the lab and assured me it was safe. If you don’t trust your friend who do you trust?
In just three weeks I was up and running again. After this preliminary testing period, they were interested in me to go further, to keep on taking more of their meds, they wanted to see at which point their product could induce muscle growth. I said yes again… Happily. (Laughs.)

Me: Wow. But who’s ‘they’? And what was the medicine? Steroids?

Lili: You can get any information you want directly from them. (She gave me their address.) Ask for Aline Folgent. She’ll can explain that molecule better than I do. It’s not steroid though, it’s a synthetic protein designed to ‘block’ myostatin which inhibit muscle growth. Supposedly for muscular dystrophy.

Me: I see, thanks. For how long have you been a ‘guinea pig’?

Ok, pause here, because as I was raising my head back up from my notebook, she had just finished a huge bench press set and was casually bulging her chest muscles in front of the mirror. And I’ll tell you that, if watching a photo already seems like a ‘toshoped one, seeing her flexing for real was… Unreal. Chords of muscles bulging and rippling at every single flex of her… Monstrous body, can’t call it otherwise, slabs of rippled pectorals eclipsing her mouth when she turned toward me to answer my question, pumped.
I think I blacked-out, or phased out I don’t know, she was talking to me then looked concern.

Lili: …And they’re still examining… Are you with me?

Me: Yes! Yes… Hum, sorry. Could you repeat please?

Lili: (giggles) Ok, I said test period was meant for a year, but stopped at 11th month as I wasn’t growing anymore. I still was gaining strength but at a much slower pace. I guess that’s what my body limits are. Scientists are still examining results.

Me: By ‘wasn’t growing’ you mean, your mass has stayed even since then?

Lili: That’s right, I’ve been at more or less 590lbs.

Me: Five… Hundred… Ninety… Pounds… In 11 months…

Lili: Ten actually, first month was recovery. It appeared during first check-ups that I was recovering from heavy trainings quite rapidly. Call it my ‘good genes’ there. They asked me to increase my load so I worked-out a lot more. I was going like two times a day, six days a week, jogging every day and eating… god knows how much I’ve eaten for a year…

Me: Wow… Does this mean you’ve slowed down?

Lili: Just lately, I was so used to that rhythm and was still pilling on strength, it was just eat, gym, work, and sleep, no time for anything else. No time for friends, nor movies, nor going out and I missed that. it takes time for a body to get accustomed to new habits and I needed to give my body and mind a break.

Me: Seems understandable. What’s your new rhythm and are you still making progress?

Lili: I’m down to four trainings a week, instead of twelve. Still working on the food intake part, I’m just so hungry at times. (Giggles.) And yes, I do keep packing on strength, of course at a much slower pace, but I have time and it motivates me to know I can do better.

Me: Any thought about competing?

Lili: Seriously, where would be the point?

Me: Well… Right, none really. Maybe just a proof that you are ‘real’? If I may say.

Lili: Isn’t it the purpose of this interview? You know, I was just a guinea pig. I mean, I knew I couldn’t get that big on my own. I had resigned on that fate and any pounds I could put on back then was already enjoyable to me. I just had luck, out of my train misadventure. I’m not looking for fame. (Chuckles.) Then why I accepted this interview you may ask? I guess I’m human, ego took over reason. And I admit, pumping iron makes you a bit of an exhibitionist. (Giggles)

Me: Right, got it! Hmm, maybe you could share us with some stats…?

Lili: I haven’t measured in two month… So come and feel my stats!

She was flexing her humongous biceps, and I must say I’m a bit in a lack of words to describe what I saw. It must have been almost the size of my chest. I tried to keep my balance as what I was staring at was defying reality. I confess I touched. Muscles hard as steel wrapped into a silk warm skin. It was hypnotising yet disgusting at same time. “Was there any feminine part left in her I thought? Her voice?” Hopefully some noise and someone coming in caught Lili’s attention as well as mine.

This new demonstration of women musculature was Lucie, an inch taller than me and packing more muscles than two Arnold Schwarzenegger combined, she was the one who inspired Lili Ballet and I could see why. The gym manager, even if taller and powerfully built, looked puny next to those ‘monsters’. I suddenly felt out of place surrounded by such ‘giants’ and politely took my leave.

Lili Ballet, as you can see, is not any ordinary girl. She can one handed lift your car and still blush about it. I was pleased to meet her, a nice mind blowing experience I would recommend.  Good for ego.

Sam Guigou.

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