2024 NPC Worldwide Sweden Grand Prix (Women's Physique)

 

Arjen smiled blissfully at Aline. The sweet taste of her milk was still lingering in his mouth. He sighed happily. She was lying next to him on her new bigger bed, her now massive boob resting on the mattress right next to him. She caressed him, then reached behind her to get a tissue. The flexibility part of the drug had worked marvelously. She was now able to bend herself into a kind of uber-muscular pretzel, and this not only made her daily life easier, it also meant amazing new possibilities with her lovely little man.
Short king was underselling it. Arjen was cute, funny, smart and very self-aware, without the usual bluster little men used to hide their lack of confidence.
She handed him the tissue so he could dab the milk from his cheeks and grinned:
“You like it?”
“I love it. It’s amazing! You’re incredible, Aline.”
“I kinda am, yes.” She blushed. “I still can’t believe this drug worked.”
“Yeah. It’s crazy, but I love it.”
She could feel his hand move down, and he started stroking her big, thick clit. She moaned:
“Whoa, Arjen, be careful … You’re going to get me off …”
He smirked:
“Would that be so bad?”
“Mmmh … Oooh … You’re … you’re … oooh …”
She moaned even louder. It was marvelous. When Aline had confessed her whole predicament to him, the short man hadn’t even flinched. He was just getting happier and happier as he found out more and more about her. Not only was he impressed by her height and her absurd muscularity, he was astonished by her clit, and eagerly licked and sucked it to get it all hard and happy. When she had revealed her intelligence and the fact she had developed a drug to make her even better, he was just elated.
For a moment, Aline had expected him to ask her for something to make him taller or his cock bigger, but no. Instead, he had just admired her for her brains and laughed as he motorboated her increasingly enormous tits. This had caused the milk to surge, and now, he was a little full.
She grinned and kissed him:
“You know we still have to deal with the milk in my other boob, right?”
“Aline, you could feed a ton of little kids with those …”
“We’ll have to see. I just hope it doesn’t have any weird side-effects.”
For a moment, Arjen gave her a nervous grin.
She shrugged:
“I doubt it, but I’ll have to observe you very, very carefully!”
She grinned and kissed his stomach. Then she continued her kisses downwards to his dick. A moment later, he felt her strong lips close around it. Her tongue caressed his hard penis, while he continued to stroke her enormous rod. Aline moaned happily, and Arjen joined in.

Zara was at the gym, pumping iron. It was so strange to be able to do it in public, just like that. She was wearing her new training outfit, which had completely lost any semblance of modesty. It wasn’t slutty or anything, but it was a crop top and some leggings, and her massive muscles and her large chest were on full display. The other gymgoers that walked past her really struggled not to stare, and some of them did.
The first few times, she had been very nervous and even shy about it, but lately, she was starting to enjoy it. After all, she was big, she was strong, and she was able to handle pretty much anybody. Obviously, being afraid or queasy didn’t fit her anymore.
Instead, she was standing there, doing barbell curls, and enjoying the weight’s bite. With every rep, her arm grew a bit harder and thicker, her biceps swelling up, then relaxing again as her triceps did the opposite. She admired her muscles in the mirror, and she couldn’t deny it. She was turning into quite the beast, and she loved it …
Obviously, her family had been shocked when she had her “coming out” of sorts. It wasn’t the full thing yet, but even just revealing the complete scope of her transformation was enough to blow their minds. She hadn’t told them about her craving for muscles. So far, it was all about her liking to be strong. She also hadn’t told them about her job. That was obviously also impossible. As far as they were concerned, she was a personal trainer. Yeah. She managed to somehow skip over the question whether her clients were all women. She just continued her explanations.
Which led her to the third thing she didn’t tell them.
It would be way more critical for her virginity if she worked on women only. Way more.
Thankfully, her brothers were so thankful for the saving of their asses that they assisted her in glossing over the details as much as possible. They were idiots, but at least, they were helpful idiots.
Speaking of helpful: Her next session with the boss had been quite … interesting.

It had started “innocently” enough. The man had showed up as always, and she had welcomed him in her usual latex garb. This time, however, she had put on a cozy robe on top and had him sit down at her feet and had him shine up her new boots. They had six-inch heels and were looking amazingly stripperific, while also feeling incredibly tight on her muscular calves. She adored those beasts.
She had observed the man as he carefully worked his way all through those leather monsters, cleaning them meticulously and making sure they were shiny and spotless. Then, when he was done, she checked on them carefully, declared his work passable at best, and gave him a nice, strong kick in the stomach. Nothing murderous, but enough that he would feel it in the morning. Or the next week. She got up on her vertiginous heels, her legs bulging with power, the latex creaking and crinkling as she her muscles shifted in it. Fuck, she adored this whole experience.
She took a leather harness from the wall and tossed it at him:
“Take off your clothes, slave, and put that on.”
The man immediately and eagerly complied. Still, Zara took the time to punish him for his slowness. She slapped him around in her own kind-hearted way, stepping on his toes, kicking his ass, and making him suffer.
Poor guy. Of course, he was getting harder all the time.
Then, at last, he was dressed in this harness, his erect cock pointing straight downwards from where he was. Zara grinned, grabbed the harness by its back, and rather effortlessly lifted him up, a bit like a suitcase.
Okay, that last bit was hard as hell on her, but she could tell he was absolutely overwhelmed by this display of power. She swung him around and then tossed him on the mat she sometimes used for wrestling. The man’s cock erupted in a spray of semen, spilling his seed all over the place.
He laid on the mat, his cock dripping cum. Now that he realized what just happened, the poor guy started to apologize, but the punishment was earned. She grabbed him by the balls and gave them a good, hard squeeze, letting them squish out between her rubber-gloved fingers.
The boss squealed in pain and horniness, then she directed him at the first blotch of cum and had him lick it off the floor. The poor guy was both happy and panicked, it was quite amazing to watch.
Zara was starting to feel hot, and it wasn’t just the suit …
Humiliating this bastard and getting paid for it was one thing, but just using her power like that … Abusing it, really … That was incredible.

She returned to the gym, breaking out of this daydream.
In her mind, something clicked. All her life, her family had taught her over and over again that she was supposed to be chaste, submissive and passive. They might not always have followed through with that idea, but that was the background noise of her life.
And now, she was sensual, dominant and relentlessly active, and it was amazing!
She had to stop working out, overwhelmed by her horniness. With one hand, she started to fondle her massive tit, just enjoying the enormous taut mass of sexual power. Zara was feeling the absurdly large implant under her skin, so full and heavy, supported by thick slabs of pectoral muscle. She was getting amazingly horny, and she just needed some woman that would make her finally feel what this was all about …
That’s when she saw one other woman stare at her from across the gym floor. She was all tiny and cute, a bit like Melina had been way before this …

Melina was just wrapping things up. She had worked as a makeup artist on a photoshoot again after a bit, and she was quite happy how the models had come out. They looked amazing, all elegant and slim! They also invariably stared at her with a mixture of horniness and disgust. It was inevitable, the goth musclebeast thought. After all, she was getting outrageously muscular now. Her skin was starting to feel pretty overstuffed with her testosterone-fueled, overcharged, uber-pumped muscles. She loved the sensation of just being encased in this massive physique, all dominant and powerful.
Also, right now, she was just wearing some shiny black leather dungarees, and that was it. She no longer bothered with tops when she wasn’t absolutely forced. The last vestiges of her femininity had disappeared a while ago, and she was now all muscle, piercings, hair and tattoos on her upper body. She kept the pink dye job, with some electric blue frosted tips added for good measure. Now that was a look that no goth could resist!
Melina was busy putting her things away when she heard the clicking of one of the girl’s heels. She looked up and smiled at her. She was tall, pale and very slim, and just looking at her made Melina’s pierced clit throb.
She licked her lips and waited for the tall girl to come over.
Then, she asked in her gravelly voice:
“You’re looking for more?”
The girl nodded:
“I want to touch those muscles for real …”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Melina lifted her arm and flexed it. Her biceps popped up, straining her skin and making it explode into a veiny mess. The girl set her long, elegant fingers on the lump of hardened meat and caressed it. She whispered:
“I never thought I’d be into a butch dude like you …”
“That’s because I’m more than the sum of my parts.”
“You’re definitely more than any man I’ve met.”
“I know.”

Soon later, they were in bed at Melina’s place, the musclewoman lying lazily on her broad back, her arms locked behind her head, her massive chest on full display, her roid gut swollen and pumped. She had the goth woman on top, fucking her hard with a double-header, controlling it with the sheer, unstoppable power of her muscle-pussy. The goth was producing the horniest squeals imaginable as Melina just rammed the rubber appendage deep into her cunt without even bothering to involve her hands. The girl gasped:
“Oh Lord … Melinaaaa … How are you … Doing thissss …”
She moaned loudly as the pink-haired musclecreature kept fucking her deeper and deeper without apparent effort. Then she leaned forward and grabbed Melina’s thick muscle pecs, trying to sink her fingers into the steel slabs of meat. Then she found Melina’s nipple rings and gave them a good tug, which only served to make the muscle-goddess hornier.
“Just a matter of practice …”
“Woooow …”
Melina kept fucking her, the tightness of her pussy and her total domination turning her on incredibly. It didn’t take long for either of them to cum.

The girl lay at Melina’s side, snuggled between her wide lats and her massive arm. She was so cute … Melina caressed her gently and suddenly had a moment of, as they say, post-nut clarity.
She grinned.
“What do you think?”
“About what?”
“What if I got bigger?”
“Even bigger than this?” She felt the goth girl’s hand on her roid gut. “You’re already the biggest dude I’ve ever seen!”
“Yeah. But … what if I got even bigger? Massively bigger?”
“Is that even possible?”
“I know someone who could figure this out.”
“Fuck, Melina, you’re crazy!”
“I know.”
She caressed her gut and locked her hard, gnarled fingers with the other woman’s soft, elegant ones.

Aline looked around, obviously impressed by what she saw. She wore the new outfit Arjen had gotten her. The man knew a good tailor and the man had accepted the challenge. To everybody’s surprise, his design looked amazing on her. It was a basic wrap dress, which was her preferred style, but it accommodated her muscular body perfectly. It also had a nice, big floral pattern on it, while still keeping to pastels. She accessorized this with a matching belt and an equally massive pendant that rested on her giant bosom. Finally, she had tied up her hair with a matching hairband. There was just a lot of her now, but contrary to way before, she felt incredible!
There was also the issue of her clitoris, which was hidden in a kind of sheath she wore under her dress. She barely managed to stop it from getting erect lately. Aline had stopped taking more of the drug, just maintaining her size like this, but it was still amazingly sensitive. It could get a little awkward on occasion, and she sometimes struggled, being forced to pop into some secluded space and just get herself off.
“This place is nice. I love it!”
Zara grinned:
“Me too. It’s my first own place! Just for me! I can just close the door, and be on my own. Imagine the possibilities!”
She was wearing a short, silky dress and a big robe over it, her cleavage on full, eye-catching display.
Aline chuckled:
“I know that feeling … Though I’m currently giving up on my private space …”
“You’re moving in with Arjen?”
“He’s moving in with me. He’s so cute!”
“I’m glad you like him. It’s so weird. Now that I discovered what I actually liked, getting some respect is like a breath of air.”
Aline continued her exploration of the new apartment. It had three rooms, a kitchen, and a large walk-in wardrobe. The massive musclewoman examined the clothes that were stored there. It was a strange mix. Half was comfortable and elegant, the other half was incredibly kinky. Just looking at the fetish outfits made her clit stir.
“Wow …” Her hand passed over one of the latex catsuits. “And you wear these on your job?”
“Yes. Or any other outfit my customers like me to wear. Though I really look amazing in latex.” She grinned. Being cocky like that was an amazing sensation. Sure, deep inside her, she still felt a little awkward about this, but then again … This was her new life. She took one of the outfits and held it against her muscle-packed body. “This is a gift from a fan. What do you think?”
“Holy …” Aline stared at the rubber dress that was all shiny and inviting, with a elegant arabesque pattern flowing all over it. “I could never wear a thing like that …”
“You’d just have to get one tailored for you.”

Just then, the doorbell rang. For a moment, a kind of nervousness flashed over Zara’s face, but then, she went and opened after checking through the spyhole.
It was Melina. She was wearing a black leather-look shirt that was open half way and a pair of the tightest jeans Zara and Aline had yet seen. One could see everything. To this, she had added a pair of very fetishy cowboy boots and a leather Stetson. It looked very Tom of Finland-y. Also her pink and blue hair was all over.
She grinned:
“Ladies …” and tipped her hat.
A moment later, they were inside, enjoying some tea and admiring the place. After a bit of small talk, Melina asked:
“Aline … I have a big question for you.” Her rough, manly voice was still a bit confusing.
The tall, buxom woman smiled:
“What is it?”
“Um. Your genetics stuff … Could it make me bigger?”
“Bigger? In which way?”
“Every way? I gotta be honest, I really love being a massive jock, but I could be bigger. Way bigger.”
Aline shrugged.
“That shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I would probably have to adjust the formula a bit, but I guess making you taller and more muscular is perfectly possible.”
“You make it sound so simple …”
“Well … I’m the best proof it works, right?”
“Yeah.” Melina took in Aline’s look. She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Alright. I’ll prepare it and we can try it later on.”
“Thank you. I … thanks.”
“No problem.”
They soon returned to their conversation.

A week later, they all returned to Zara’s place. Melina’s apartment was a bit on the small side, and Aline didn’t want to have Arjen involved in all this. She had her lab in a separate corner of the town, and just preferred not to get all of this too far into the public eye.
Zara wasn’t one-hundred-percent sure she really wanted to be party to this, but what could she do? Her friends had asked for her hospitality and besides, she was happy the two of them were seeing eye to eye again.
Melina arrived early, wearing a black tracksuit that was very roomy. She produced a gurgling sound and waddled past her friend. Zara was a bit surprised:
“What’s going on? What happened?”
Melina sat down awkwardly.
“To prepare for the thing, Aline had me eat. And drink. It’s so much! I’m used to bulking and eating a lot, but this is … oof. Also, she got me gallons of her milk to drink. It’s tasty, but after a while … you start to hate it.”
“Okay … Well, let’s hope it works.”
Aline arrived soon enough and did a quick checkup on her friend. Then she thanked Zara for letting them use her place.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry. Just don’t make too much of a mess.”
“We will do our best.”
“It’s just … I have a friend over tonight.”
“A friend?”
“A friend.”
The matter was closed. It was astonishing how convincing Zara had become.
Aline said:
“Okay, Melina, I think it’s for the best if you undress.”
“I thought you’d never ask!”
The big woman rolled her eyes. Melina unzipped her jacket and revealed a huge belly. It was jutting out massively, standing proud over her hairy crotch. Her thick pecs rested on it, and her lats were just as thick, supporting her muscle-packed arms. As Melina got out of the tracksuit, Zara frowned. Somehow, her friend being all round and bloated was weird.
Melina noticed the look and said:
“I’ve been stuffing myself. It’s not even funny. I hope this works, because dieting all this back down … It’s going to take forever.”
Aline shrugged:
“I’m pretty sure it will work.”
She quickly disinfected Melina’s butt and prepared the injection.
“Ready?”
“Ready. Hit me! Make me big!”
Aline nodded and injected the drug. Melina winced.
“Okay … That felt strange …”
“I thought you were accustomed to needles?”
“I am, I am … but this stuff is intense …”
Aline grinned.
“It definitely is.” She locked the needle. “And you’re done. Now all we have to do is wait.”

Zara looked nervously at Melina. For a moment, she remembered what the Filipina had looked like before. Then she realized that she too had transformed completely. And so had Aline.
It was a bit stunning, wasn’t it?
And the weirdest part was that she liked the situation … It was incredible.
Melina grunted:
“Fuck … I think it’s starting. Oooh …”
She shifted her position.
“Should I get down on the floor?”
Zara nodded:
“Please. The sofa is still new.”
She stumbled forward and landed on all fours. Then the transformation hit. It was incredible to watch. The two other musclewomen observed as the already bulky Melina began to load up on more and more muscle. It was shocking. They felt as if she was going to explode through her own skin any moment. Her muscles grew and grew, becoming larger and larger, swelling up further and further.
Aline stared in shock. She had expected the drug to work, but this was beyond what she had planned. It probably reacted with all the roids and hormones in Melina’s system. She just hoped it wouldn’t kill her!
Melina screamed a feral howl as her body creaked and crackled. It was expanding fast. Her back spread further and further, getting thicker and wider, thick plates of muscle emerging under her skin, a shag of pink hair rising between them like a mane. Her shoulders turned from bowling balls to basket balls, deep lines getting carved through her skin.
She slowly stumbled to her feet. Her legs looked absurdly short by the amount of muscle that was packed on them. Her calves grew and grew, pushing into each other, while her thighs just grew so large they forced her legs apart.
She roared as her roid gut billowed outwards, building monstrous muscle-handles on both sides. At the same time, her pecs grew absolutely gigantic, getting close to Aline’s milky tits’ size.
Zara watched as her friend transformed into an inhuman, completely mutated uber-masculine creature, completely beyond human limits.
And it just didn’t stop.
As she watched, Melina seemed to grow taller too, while her arms started packing on the size in earnest. Her triceps jutted out by the same size again as the rest of her arms, while her forearms were absurdly huge.
At the same time, Melina’s face seemed to become older, harder, and she started to look like a grizzled, hulking uber-hunk. Her massive jaw, the big cheeks, the hard chin … it was bizarre, but also strangely arousing. Her body was emitting an eye-watering stench, while her hair rose into a kind of pink crest.
She breathed deeply as the transformation slowed down.
“Oh Goood …”
Then something strange happened. Aline and Zara stared as Melina’s crotch transformed. It was confusing: They could see that her pussy was swelling outwards rapidly while her clit stretched. Zara gave Aline an anxious look:
“Did you do that?”
Aline shook her head, while Melina took deep breaths.
Her cunt was swelling and stretching, turning into a kind of appendage, as thick as fist and a good two feet long, with her pussy lips in front and a thick and plump clit between them.
She growled with lust, her voice deep, resonating through the entire room.
Her thick, gnarled hands went to this bizarre rod, and she started stroking it. Melina gasped as she got hornier and hornier, and then, with an almighty grunt, her strange pussy-dick shot a thick white load on the floor.
Zara groaned. More mess to clean up.
Finally, Melina managed to calm down.
She stood up straight and looked at her friends. She was just a little shorter than Zara, but easily twice as broad, and she was astonishingly hairy and masculine. In the mirror, she examined her uber-jocky profile and scratched her hairy chin.
She posed. Her muscles were shredded to the limit, every vein and fiber perfectly visible. Her pussy had receded back into its normal position, though it was still dripping that strange she-cum.
With her new, thunderous voice, she said:
“Thank you, Aline … This is wonderful. I love it. It feels so good …”
Aline blushed and then hugged her, their enormous bodies colliding. Zara watched, then said firmly:
“I’m glad you’re happy, but you WILL clean this mess up.”
Melina was impressed by the sound of her voice and immediately nodded.

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