First Story: Aurora's Transformation

[bertmacklinsbrother]

A truly amazing story with incredible development.  I know it's been a while, but I'd love to see this story get more attention!

Cheers!

[ThomasElliot]

After a disappointingly long hiatus, this story returns. I hope you all enjoy the next part!

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Stacy just held her award winning smile and did a little twirl, showing off her equally round and beautifully shaped ass. "I told you something interesting happened this week!" she said, motioning for Aurora to follow her inside. Aurora was a bit distracted, but Stacy noticed that the beefy woman had to turn slightly sideways to get her massive shoulders through the door. "I was supposed to start on the steroid trials next week, but  the doctor advised that I not start it given my recent... Developments," she said with a smirk.

Part of Aurora had been listening, part of Aurora was focused on keeping her cock in check. It was a difficult task, as her libido had been steadily rising since she started talking the super steroids. "So how the hell did this happen?" Aurora asked. Stacy sat on the couch, but Aurora looked around for something more sturdy. A solid wood dining room chair should do the trick. As she sat down in the chair, the wood creaking in protest but holding, she saw Stacy looking at her, puzzled. "I weigh over 400 pounds now," she said with a chuckle. Even with her relatively narrow hips, the chair completely vanished under her trunk-like thighs and melon-shaming calves.  "Your couch won't hold me, and I don't want to break it. At least, not just by sitting on it," Aurora added with a wink.

The room was small, cozy, and clearly meant for ordinary sized people. Aurora looked massive in comparison. Of course, she was massive. Stacy nodded in understanding at the beefcake's explanation of why she was on the chair. "You want something to drink? Water?" she said, getting up. It was mostly an excuse to walk past the muscle bound goddess. As Stacy moved into the kitchen, she 'acciedentally' brushed up against Aurora's arm, getting a good feel of that wonderful arm hair and world class bicep and tricep underneath. After their sexual escapades earlier in the week, Stacy had been thinking about Aurora's ultra masculine form often. She couldn't wait to get another taste, especially since the beastly woman looked even bigger.

Aurora noticed the touch and smiled. "Water, please, the biggest glass you've got," she said with a smirk. With a body so huge came the requirement of more food and water than ever. "You didn't answer my question though. What do you think caused this?" Aurora asked again. She said it a little too loud though, and heard the echo of her own deep voice coming back to her. "Sorry," she said a little more quietly. "Forget how powerful...all of me is sometimes."

Stacy just smiled and shook her head as she filled a gallon glass pitcher up for Aurora. "It's ok, you don't have to apologize. I love your voice, so just knowing how strong and deep it is...it's hot," she said honestly. Stacy could feel her nipples tenting bikini top. She was glad the bottoms were black. Hopefully that would hide her arousal a little bit better. "But to answer your question; I do have one theory, but if I'm honest it's kind of unbelievable." Stacy walked back through, handing Aurora the pitcher. The newly buxom woman almost looked surprised, but then realized she really shouldn't be, given Aurora's oversized...everything. The pitcher looked almost normal in the yoked woman's huge hand.

After taking a long drink, Aurora set the pitcher/cup down on the table in front of her, before sitting back. She idly scratched at her face with a thick finger, the sound of her beard hair rustling as she scratched breaking the silence. "Well," she said, pausing, "honestly, everything about the last month or so has been unbelievable, and yet it is very much real," Aurora said with a deep, gentle chuckle. "So what's your theory, come on."

Stacy took a deep breath and stared at Aurora for a moment. "So, your genetics are weird, right? Weird how exactly?"

Aurora leaned back in her chair slightly, taking a deep breath. "The doctor said that I'm not technically a woman anymore. She said it's almost like one of my X chromosomes split, and all three mutated. I have a base X chromosome with extra stuff on it, a y-chromosome that I never had before, but it's much larger than normal and why I'm so masculine, and a new one that they think is a result of the split of my original second X chromosome, conveniently shaped like a Z. The doctor thinks it's what's helping me grow so quickly. I like to think of it as the amazon chromosome, like those ancient stories of giantess women. Nobody, not even some geneticists the doc knows, have any idea what to make of it, or what it will do."

Stacy listened to the explanation, nodding along. As Aurora finished, Stacy sighed, running a hand through her luxurious hair. A week ago she never would have dreamed it would be this soft. But that's what made her confident in her theory. "I think that this is all because of you. Specifically, your cum." Stacy said, blushing at the memory of Aurora's powerful blast she had greedily guzzled down earlier that week. "Whatever that third chromosome is doing to you, it may also be affecting me. Making me more...desirable to an amazon goddess."

Aurora, initially sceptical, felt her cock twitch involuntarily at the final comment. "There's no way that could be true," she said without really thinking. There was no evidence besides this one incident with Stacy. Maybe they just needed another...experiment? Aurora looked at Stacy, and realized the blonde was not looking at Aurora's face at all. She hadn't this entire conversation. She was laser focused on the cock that was barely contained in Aurora's shorts. "I'm willing to test this theory if you are," Aurora said with a smirk. "Just so you know, this part of me is growing...a little faster than the rest," she added with a wink.


Stacy had started to move as soon as Aurora said she was willing to try, but paused for a moment. "You're even bigger than last time?" The mountain of muscle stood from her chair, and Stacy yanked down her shorts, kneeling before Aurora. Almost instantly, the huge cock was hard as diamond.

"16 inches long," Aurora said smugly, her grapefruit sized nuts hanging in a hairy sack, heavy and overflowing with cum. "I know you were wondering."

Stacy sucked in a deep breath, before opening her mouth as wide as she could, doing her best to fit the huge head of this cock inside her. The smell of it alone was absolutely intoxicating. Stacy, although very determined, realized she was going to need a little help. While one hand stayed on the thick, vein covered pole, the other reached forward and grabbed Aurora's oversized digits. Out of curiosity, Stacy put her hand against Aurora's in an impromptu comparison. Aurora's hand was officially a foot long, and absolutely massive. Stacy's hand was absolutely dwarfed by the muscular goddess, as Aurora was able to curl the top part of her fingers over Stacy's, and there was still some of Aurora's palm below Stacy's. The blonde moaned in appreciation, before grabbing that thick hand and putting it on the back of her head, looking up at Aurora with pleading eyes.

The warmth of Stacy's mouth around her cock propelled Aurora to comply with the begging woman, a deep moan escaping her lips as she pressed further into Stacy's mouth, and quickly her throat. The impossibility of what was happening only registered briefly, pushed aside by the knowledge that everything Aurora was shouldn't be possible. And yet, here she was burying the first eight inches of a cock thicker than Stacy's forearm down the woman's throat.

She didn't stop there though, pressing on until she felt Stacy's face get buried in her thick pubic bush. Aurora tried to look down, but her thick pecs prevented her from seeing much. In fact, if she flexed a bit, she could make Stacy disappear from view entirely, the thick muscles and dense hair completely obscuring that part of her vision. It felt like she was using a fleshlight instead of fucking a real woman. That thought caused her cock to throb, a volley of precum rocketing into Stacy's stomach. "Mmmm that's a good throat," she said happily, before slowly starting to saw back and forth.

One thing that had started this week that she hadn't expected, but should have, was the musk and sweat. She counted herself lucky she hadn't had to deal with it too much up to this point, but she assumed her new oversized y-chromosome was taking effect. The smell coming off of her balls was pungent, but not in a bad way. It screamed of virility and power. As she kept fucking Stacy's face, the sweat started to bead and roll down her face.

Stacy, for her part, was in absolute heaven. She couldn't see anything but Aurora's torso and cock, but that was enough for her. And the smell...she knew she would never be able to get enough of that. Hands roamed freely as her body was supported by Aurora's huge hands and even bigger cock. The valleys of muscle covered in fat veins on her legs, the brick wall that was Aurora's core, hair covered abs dancing as Stacy was fucked. The light sweat that Stacy could feel through it all. It was perfect.

Aurora didn't last very long, having not really rubbed one out since that morning. "Nnnn fuck, here it comes," she grunted, giving Stacy only a few seconds of warning before blasting huge ropes of cum into her body. Five, ten, fifteen huge shots of cum later, and Aurora pulled out of Stacy's mouth, smiling blissfully. She was still hard though. "You're not too attached to that, are you?" She asked with a wink, before picking the small blonde up (noting her ever so slightly rounded belly), and bending her over the arm of the couch.

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James grumbled as he drove, feeling the pangs of hunger in his stomach. "I should have eaten before I got to work today," he muttered to himself in the car. He turned the volume on his stereo up, and double checked the GPS. Almost to his first delivery of the day, and hopefully a good tip. They said they would pay with cash upon arrival, which usually gave him about a 50/50 shot of coming away empty handed.

As he pulled into the driveway of the average sized suburban house, he glanced around. 'Weird, I thought there would be more people here,' he thought to himself. He delivered to parties all the time, so he usually has a pretty good feel for what to expect when he arrived. Three cars for five pizzas was...unusual, to say the least. He shook his head, realizing that it didn't matter, that this was most likely a prank, and probably meant that his chance of getting a good tip was zero. He walked to the front door and rang the doorbell.

He heard people talking inside, so that was a good sign. After some shuffling around, he heard someone coming to the door. He wasn't really paying attention, looking around the neighborhood. As the door opened, he robotically said "Hello, that'll be $45.68" at least, he would have, until he turned and saw who had answered the door.

James wasn't a big guy. 5'9" tall, an average 170 pound build. Nothing special, but not exactly scrawny either. However, he felt positively...he couldn't even put a name on it. Emasculated seemed a bit strong, but that was the only word that kept popping up in his mind. "Um...yeah, that'll be 45....uh, 68 please, sir" he said, doing his best not to stare at the massive muscles covering the guy in front of him. 'Holy shit, I think he's wider than the doorway!'

The guy just nodded and smiled, perfect white teeth gleaming between his thick beard and mustache, bright blue eyes twinkling. James swore he heard a creaking sound coupled with some faint moans inside the house. He knew what that sounded like, but didn't want to think about it. Especially when he unintentionally noticed the fucking salami in the guy's shorts. The customer held out a hand with a $100 bill in it. "Keep the change," he said with a smile, before using the same hand to take the pizza. He really was too wide to fit through the door...

"Are you a football player or something?" James asked, noticing the guy's hand was damn near the same size as the pizza box. "Man, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," James said, blushing furiously. That was very unprofessional of him, and he really couldn't afford a complaint. "Anyway sir, you have a good day," he said. He was about to turn and go, but when the massive man turned sideways, he caught a quick glimpse of what was inside. He had watched a lot of porn, and never seen anyone covered in as much cum as that woman on the couch was. The door closed, and he turned and walked back to his car, blushing furiously. He looked down at his phone, checking the time...yeah, he had enough time to go rub one out. "Fucking hell that guy was hot. And hung..."

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Aurora walked back over to Stacy, setting the pizza down on the surprisingly undisturbed coffee table. Stacy looked at Aurora for a moment. "I'm guessing you get 'sir' a lot, huh?"

Aurora just laughed, a deeply resonant sound in the relatively empty house. "Are you kidding? That's the only thing I get anymore," she said, sitting down and taking a slice of pizza. She devoured it, finishing off the slice in four bites. "If I'm being honest? I kinda like it. Having most people think I'm a man," Aurora said before shoving more pizza into her mouth. She didn't say anything else as she ate one, then two pizzas. Stacy just sat and watched in awe. For some reason, even this was hot. The sheer volume of food Aurora could consume...

The rest of the evening went exactly as one would expect, but they did eventually move to the bedroom. Not before they had completely destroyed the couch, which Aurora graciously offered to replace. Even if you could fix the splintered wood and the bent/crushed springs, the amount of cum that had soaked into the cushions was enough that the smell of her cum was never coming out.

By the time they passed out, Aurora from finally being sexually satisfied, and Stacy from being fucked into a pleasure coma by the muscle stud, Stacy had sucked down two more loads from Aurora, and had taken a bunch everywhere else. Sleeping soundly, the feeling of cum drying on her skin, as the musk and cum smell filled her nostrils, Stacy couldn't imagine a more perfect moment than this one.

The blonde awoke first the next morning, groaning gently at a pleasant soreness that permeated her body. She peeled herself away from Aurora, much easier said than done. The stud's hairy body clung to the dried cum on Stacy's body, combined with the fact that laying next to her made Stacy feel more warm and comfortable and safe than she had ever felt...it made moving away from her lover very difficult. Eventually, the calls of nature won out, so she stood and stretched, before walking over to the bathroom. It was a strange walk, filled with conflicting information. As she turned on the bathroom light and caught sight of herself in the mirror, she understood why.

She was still her previous height of five nine, but that was about the only thing that was familiar. All over, her body was more toned and fit looking. Not muscular, but she definitely looked like she at least went to the gym regularly. Her shoulders were slightly wider, her hips as well. Her tits had swelled, at least an F-cup now, and her ass had swelled to match. Her stomach grumbled in hunger, and she ran her fingers down the light abdominal ridges she could just make out, down to the start of a healthy bush that had not been there the night before. She turned towards the hairy muscle mountain on her bed, taking up more than half of the queen sized mattress. She walked over to Aurora, running a finger through the thick hair on the melon sized calf. As the piercing blue eyes opened to drink in Stacy's form, the blonde just smiled. "I was right."

[MissChiara05]

Wonderful chapter...thanks so much for this !!!

[Sounder9-]

Awesome Chapter! I wonder is Jess also benefiting from this revelation too?

[ThomasElliot]

Two updates in a week. No one is more surprised than me, I can assure all of my readers of that.

This one is mostly plot, but hopefully some interesting plot.

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In the middle of the city, a woman sat nervously in a very nice office. The door opened abruptly, and a small, older woman burst through the door. "Oh good, I'm so glad you could come in on such short notice," the doctor said. "I hope my assistant didn't raise any alarms in you? I told her that it was urgent, but not life threatening. You're in perfect health, nothing to worry about, my dear," she said with a warm smile.

The muscular figure sitting in the oversized office chair breathed a sigh of relief. Well, oversized for the average person. The muscular figure was, herself, oversized, in the best way. "I really appreciate that, doc. Your assistant was nice, but with how experimental all of this is...it was difficult not to worry."

The doctor looked over the woman's file, double checking multiple things. "I called you in here because of some test results that came back last night. As you're aware, we do a variety of different tests to keep track of your body and how it is functioning. This is, like you mentioned, extremely experimental medication we are dealing with. As one of the original participants in our study, you're one of the more advanced cases in terms of additional and unwanted side effects."

The muscular woman held up a thick, square hand at that statement. "Woah, doc, none of the things that I've experienced are unwanted, believe me. Even the most masculizing things that are happening to me...I love them," she said honestly, running her other hand subconsciously over her newly grown package.

"I'm so glad to hear you say that, because not only are these things permanent, they're going to become even more pronounced and advanced," the doctor said. She pulled out a sheet of paper and held it up. "Do you know what this is?" she asked the 5'8" man-shaming muscle beast over the desk.

The woman stared blankly. "I'll be honest, I have no idea what I'm looking at,"she muttered.

"Your DNA. It's not everywhere yet, but you are definitely showing signs of an extremely exciting, and extremely rare, genetic mutation. As far as we are aware, this mutation isn't harmful, though we've only been able to study it for less than a week. You're only the second person ever to have this genetic mutation, the other also being an original participant in this trial, and the only woman I've seen that's been more masculinized than you," the doctor said.

"Her name wouldn't happen to be Aurora, would it?" Jess asked with a smile.

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On the far side of the city, an alarm clock was blaring.

The woman in bed rolled over and slapped down on the snooze button a little harder than the machine could take, as the faint cracking of plastic filled the new silence. "Shit. Guess I'll have to get a new one of those." Sure, alarm clocks were old fashioned, but using a phone as an alarm clock never felt right.

With a grunt, she rolled over and sat up in bed. "Hey, I gotta get ready for work. I know you said you had a regular 9-5, so this is your weekend, right?" Her morning voice was raspy and a little deeper than her usual androgynous tone. She let out a throaty yawn and stretched, powerful, lean muscles flexing and stretching.

The other person moaned in soreness as they stretched as well. "Yeah, it's the weekend for me. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stay here last night," the person said, clearly embarrassed. "This wasn't even supposed to really go this far," they muttered under their breath, shuddering at the flashbacks of what had happened the night before.

The more muscular of the two stood, heading towards the bathroom. "Yeah, you really didn't seem to be enjoying yourself. I mean, I give you credit for pushing through, but I still don't understand why."

The more lithe person took a long, steadying breath. As they spoke again, they noticed that their voice was closer in pitch to last night's sexual partner than they would have liked. Her voice wasn't that deep, which meant theirs was getting higher. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." As they sat up and felt their body move, they shuddered. It still felt so weird sometimes.

"Suit yourself," the woman said. She was in her mid 30's, and definitely had a build that most 20 something guys would envy. "You still want the number for my friend Jess, right? Though, given what happened with me, I don't think you're ready for her. She's way bigger than me, in every way. Been on the program for longer." Normally, the woman would never have done what she did last night, but her very reluctant partner had begged her not to stop. It had been a surreal, but very erotic, experience. One she hoped they could do again.

The smaller one smiled ruefully, moving the sheets to reveal their body. 'Fuck,' they thought, noticing little changes here and there. Mostly, how they continued to get fatter and more bottom heavy. A grumble of their stomach filled the room. "This is just something I have to do. If it doesn't go well, I'll give you a call and we can see each other again. If you want to, of course. You seemed to have a good time. Besides, I promise whoever this Jess woman is, she's got nothing on my ex wife."

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In Stacy's house, the sex that morning was a surprisingly tame affair, especially when compared to the furniture-breaking fuck fest the night before. Not to say it wasn't rough and intense. Aurora was so massive and powerful it probably couldn't have been any other way. She did notice, with a smile, that Stacy seemed far more...resilient to some of her more involuntary and powerful gropes or thrusts. Perhaps her cum (if that's what it really was) made Stacy stronger as well as larger? It only made sense, she supposed. After pumping yet another huge load into Stacy's womb, the two rested for a moment, Aurora's thick fingers gently running up and down Stacy's back. Stacy, laying in the crook of Aurora's arm, was doing her best to have as much of her body in contact with Aurora's warm, luxurious hair as possible. Just Aurora's armpit was hairier than her whole body.

"Can you get people pregnant?" she asked Aurora.

"According to the doctor, yeah. She said my sperm and cum are as strong and thick as I am," she added with a smirk. "But I have no idea what my genetics will do. Hopefully good things." Aurora didn't know how she felt about that. She figured at least one of the women she had plowed at the resort would be pregnant, but she hadn't spoken to them since. They fell into a comfortable silence after that, with Stacy cooing softly every once in a while. The nice moment was broken by both of their stomachs growling loudly.

Not bothering to shower, the pair headed down for some breakfast. Stacy plopped on the remains of the couch, the sounds coming from her sitting somewhere between a crackle and a squelch. Aurora just looked at Stacy with a raised eyebrow. "What?" the blonde said. "I'm already filled and covered in cum. Sitting on the cum-soaked cushions isn't going to make me any messier than I already am. Besides, we're tossing this thing later."

Aurora just chuckled and shook her head. "I'm gonna make some breakfast. You got stuff for pancakes?" She asked. As Aurora walked into the kitchen, she was glad it was more spacious than the living room. Probably because of the lack of furniture, she noted. Still, it was nice to be able to move around freely. She dug through cabinets, drawers, the pantry, and the fridge, slowly gathering up things she would need to be able to make a proper breakfast. Aurora threw some breakfast sausage into a pan, started heating up the griddle, and moved to start peeling some potatoes.

"And she can cook," Stacy said, watching the ultra manly figure move around effortlessly in the kitchen.

Aurora nodded, not looking up from her task. "Back when I was married, my ex didn't really cook. Thought it was beneath him or something," Aurora commented. "In retrospect, that should have been a pretty big red flag, but I didn't really register it at the time. To be fair, I was young and stupid, like so many of us are. If I wanted to eat," she said, moving to slicing, "and not spend a fortune on takeout, I had to learn how to cook. It's come in handy, now that I'm living alone and eating far more than I ever have." Aurora gently slapped her stomach as she said this, a dull, hair muffled thump over the sounds of sizzling sausage and frying potatoes. "Not that you can really tell with how ripped I look nowadays!" she added with a smile.

Making stacks of pancakes at a time, Aurora was in her element for a moment. She really did enjoy cooking, and it was nice to have someone else to cook for. Stacy had turned on some nice music, not too loud but good background noise, and they had continued to talk and actually get to know each other, more than just how excellently their bodies paired up. In all the excitement of the night before, and now the cozy morning after, there was one specific detail that Aurora had forgotten to ask about, and Stacy had failed to mention completely.

As keys were inserted into the lock on the front door though, Stacy remembered, sitting bolt upright. "Shit! My roommate!" Stacy scrambled for a blanket to cover her body, and at least part of the couch, before her roommate came in. She hoped the cooking breakfast would at least cover some of the cum smell.

Aurora was not quite so fortunate, as the kitchen had no such things to cover her naked body. "Your roommate?!" she asked, eyes wide. She looked around frantically for something to cover up with, but as the split second elapsed, she realized that she should just resign herself to being naked. Not that she minded, but it was usually nice to have a little heads up.

The roommate walked in, not immediately looking up from her phone. "Gees, Stacy, what is that? Some guy you have over?" The smell of cum was overwhelming. She kicked her shoes off, still looking at her phone, as the smell of breakfast hit her nose. "At least whoever it was had the decency to make....food..." The last word died in her throat as she took in the scene. "Uh...what the fuck happened here?"

Stacy laughed nervously, a fake smile on her face. "H-hey Abby! I, uh, didn't think you would be home so soon. Weren't you planning on spending the whole weekend with that one girl you've been seeing?" She hoped that was something Abby had mentioned, and not just something she imagined.

During this brief exchange, Abby had noticed Aurora, who had gone back to cooking, as the pancakes needed flipped.

"Yeah that didn't happen we didn't have as much in common as I hoped who the fuck is that?!" She asked, speaking rapidly, pointing to Aurora. The muscle woman had started walking into the living room as Abby spoke, giving the newcomer a full frontal shot of her massive physique.

Stacy panicked for a moment. She and Abby hadn't been living together for very long, just a few months. They weren't exactly close, and for the most part stayed out of each other's way. As such, Abby didn't know about Stacy's more extreme fetishes, or that Aurora was an embodiment of everything Stacy wanted, man or woman. "Uh, this is...um," Stacy looked pleadingly at Aurora for some help in this unusual and unplanned circumstance.

While Aurora only broadcast who she was on the internet, and in a very small fetish community at that, she knew better than to proclaim who she was to random passersby and others that she interacted with on a day to day basis. Still, this was the first time where her name had really come up since all the changes had happened. With a slight straightening of her back, Aurora made what may or may not turn out to be a good decision. She held out one massive hand to Abby, smiled as warmly as she could given the sheer weirdness of the situation, and simply said "I'm Adam. Would you like some breakfast?"

[MissChiara05]

Great update

[Sounder9-]

Awesome update that brings more intrigue into that Z gene.

[phil123]

Another great chapter. Another growing. Would like to read more.

[ThomasElliot]

Probably the longest part I've written for this yet. Just a warning, I'm going down the rabbit hole. To anyone joining me: See you on the other side.

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Abby took the hand offered to her, nervously noting the preposterous size difference. Abby wasn't very tall herself, so her hand was even smaller than Stacy's. "Hi, um, Adam. I'm Abby. Listen, I'm gonna go...to my room for a few minutes, if you both wouldn't mind getting some clothes on," she said, backing away slowly. As the bathroom door shut, Aurora breathed a sigh of relief.

Stacy jumped off of the couch and looked at her manly lover. "'Adam?'"

"It was the best I could come up with, ok?" Aurora said, shaking her head. "And don't give me that shit, I didn't see you coming up with a better plan. Hurry up and go get in the shower. I'll toss the couch out back, and come pick it up on Monday," she said. "And throw my clothes out here, would you? I don't want to leave the breakfast for too long," she added, effortlessly lifting the couch up and moving towards the back door.

"Whatever you say, Adam," Stacy said, putting a little stank on Aurora's fake name. Aurora just groaned in mock annoyance. As the blonde started walking towards her room though, she had to admit to herself that it was probably a good idea to use a fake name. How did Aurora get around doing all the other things in her life? There would be some serious questions soon...

This was something that Aurora had thought about in the back of her mind for the past two weeks, but now that she was confronted with it, it seemed a little too real. What was she going to do? She couldn't buy any alcohol, her driver's license had a woman's face on it, not her square jawed handsome face that sported a full beard. She was able to get the home she had now because the signing and everything had been done completely over the phone or through email. No need to meet face to face, at least not in the digital age. She was the most muscular, and probably most masculine, person on the planet, as far as she knew. Even if she did get her photo updated, what then? Aurora was a decidedly female name. Apart from the people who already knew she was a woman, she hadn't been called anything but bro, dude, or sir in almost three weeks now. She heaved the couch away into the yard, shook her head, and decided to ruminate on it for a little longer. She had no idea what to do right now.

Breakfast was awkward, to put it mildly. Abby clearly was not impressed by Aurora's physique, which made sense. Abby definitely preferred feminine bodies, which was made all the more apparent by the lingering glances she kept throwing Stacy's direction when the blonde wasn't looking. Aurora noticed and smiled to herself, in spite of the uncomfortable silence. If Stacy was already distracting to her roommate now, the rest of the weekend (or as long as her cum kept Stacy growing) should be interesting for both of them.

Eventually, Abby couldn't take it and longer, and set her glass of water down a little harder than necessary, drawing the attention. "Ok, what the hell is going on with your tits?" She asked Stacy point blank. The question was understandable, as the best thing Stacy could find to fit her upper body was losing in a fight against her now hefty bust.

"It's, um, a late growth spurt," Stacy said, blushing furiously, trying to keep her eyes glued to the pancakes on her plate.

"No shit," Abby grumbled. "Don't you think you should be a little concerned? I mean, come on, last Saturday your were smaller than me, in more ways than one!" It was true, before Stacy met Aurora, Abby was the larger of the two, in almost every measurable way. Now, it was completely flipped.

Stacy paused and glanced at Aurora, a motion which Abby noticed. If she thought it was unusual, she didn't say anything. Then Stacy said "I mean, yes, I'm a little concerned. Au-" Stacy paused and coughed to hide her slip up, "Adam has a doctor in the area that he recommended. He's lived here for a long time now."

Abby sat back and folded her arms. "You're going to trust the one night stand to give you advice on a doctor?"

Aurora spoke up at that point. "It's the one my ex went to, when we were still together. She was always in the best health," Aurora lied, smiling her most convincing smile.

Abby stared at Aurora for several seconds before responding, still looking at Aurora but clearly speaking to Stacy. "I still don't think you should trust a guy you had a one night stand with."

"Oh, we've done this before, just at a mutual friend's house," Stacy said. "He's not just a one night stand. At least, I don't think he is. What do you think, Adam?" Stacy asked.

Aurora initially thought that Stacy was playing up some bit to try to get Abby off her back, and maybe that's what part of it was. But the way Stacy's eyes twinkled as she gazed into Aurora's eyes gave the massive woman pause. Returning the smile, she held out her hand, beefy forearm resting heavily on the table, and took Stacy's hand in hers. "I wouldn't mind this being a more regular thing," Aurora said honestly.

The trio ate the rest of the meal in relative silence, with Stacy once again commenting on how good Aurora's cooking was. She even got Abby to begrudgingly agree, even though she had already eaten two pancakes with gusto. Stacy helped clean up afterward, and then Aurora made a fairly hasty exit, not wanting to stick around in the frosty apartment any longer than she had to. She threw a wave to Abby as she went, which was returned with a half-hearted "Bye, Adam." Stacy did come running up as Aurora hit the door though.

"Now now, you're not leaving without saying goodbye, are you? After you made breakfast and everything?" Stacy teased, throwing her best doe eyes at Aurora.

"Oh just let him leave already," Abby grumbled.

"Oh shush," Stacy called over her shoulder. "I was only teasing him a little. Besides, he likes it, don't ya babe?" Stacy said, grabbing onto Aurora's cock beneath the thin basketball shorts. "I think I should come over to your place next time," she whispered into Aurora's ear, the soft skin of her cheek brushing up against Aurora's beard in a very pleasant way as she spoke. "Tomorrow night, maybe?" Stacy didn't let Aurora respond, kissing her deeply. As she broke the kiss, she took a quick step back. "You should probably go, before I get...any more...um...worked up." Stacy said, blushing.

"Goodbye, Adam!" Abby shouted, clearly disgusted at the way the two were acting. As Aurora turned to leave, she heard Abby shouting "I don't get a lesbian make-out session  on in front of you do I?"

"Well, you've never brought anyone home half as hot as he is!" Stacy said, slamming the door. Aurora just chuckled and got into her SUV.

As Aurora got home and got settled in, her phone chimed.

Stacy: Sorry about the weirdness.

Aurora: That's ok, it happens. You did pretty good with the name change and pronouns and all that. So, thanks.

S: You're welcome! Honestly...it was pretty easy to do. Lol.

A: What do you mean?

S: You're basically the biggest man I've ever met, except for the fact that your name is Aurora and you use female pronouns.

Several minutes passed and Stacy hadn't heard back from Aurora.

S: Sorry, I hope that wasn't too out of line...

When Aurora looked at her phone again, the previous message before the apology was gone. The muscle beast sighed, and sat down on her couch, still sightly damp from her quick shower. She ran a hand through her close cut hair, and thought a few more seconds before responding.

A: It wasn't out of line. It just touched on some sensitive things that I've been putting of dealing with. We're good, though.

S: Ok, good. Can I still come over tomorrow?

A: Yeah, I would like that. It's gotta be during the day though, as I've got some stuff to set up before Monday.

S: Sounds good! Brunch, your place? I'll bring stuff for mimosas!

Aurora just laughed.

A: lol yeah, that works. See ya then.

As Aurora settled in for the afternoon, she got to work on some of the renovations she had been doing to the house. As the sounds of upbeat music filled the house, she got to work on the stairs. She would like to be up there, at least at some point. Hopefully the flooring wasn't too weak... Oh well. She had gotten pretty handy over the last two weeks. Maybe the Y and Z chromosomes had something to do with that? She chuckled at her own terrible joke.

The next day, Stacy came over around 9 in the morning. Aurora was greeted by an incredible sight. "Holy shit Stacy!" She exclaimed. The blonde standing there with a gallon of orange juice and a massive bottle of wine just did a gentle twirl.

"Like what you see?" Stacy said with a wink. She was basically in nothing. A tiny little string bikini that was hopelessly outmatched by her curves. Stacy was quickly becoming a walking temple of femininity, and it made Aurora's cock throb and balls churn with desire.

Stacy's skin was almost almost radiant in the sun, supple and flawless. Her muscles had ballooned, and despite the feminine layer of softness, Stacy could have easily competed against bodybuilders in the figure category just on sheer size alone. Her shoulders were broad and capped, her biceps and triceps thick, her thighs deliciously huge. Her shoulders were completely outdone by her hips, and the beautifully sculpted ass she now sported. Visible pecs supported her tits, each bigger than Stacy's own head now. Aurora also noticed that Stacy's voice was slightly more husky and sensual, and she definitely had more hair than even yesterday, a thin blonde coating on her lower legs and forearms. It was like both of her hormones had been cranked to eleven.

As Aurora's cock desperately tried to rip free of the shorts that were keeping it at bay, Stacy just chuckled. "I'll take that as a yes, you do like what you see." As the blonde sashayed past Aurora (with hips like that, there was no other word for how are walked), she winked, and Aurora realized she didn't have to look down quite as far as yesterday. "I'm 5'10", maybe a little more, now," Stacy added. "So, I'll make the drinks and help you cook? This is your kitchen after all."

Things were a bit all over the place. The kitchen was one room that Aurora didn't need to renovate, so a lot of items ended up here. "Yeah, I'm gonna make some stuffed french toast. If you can cut up the fruits you want, I'll clear everything off of the table," Aurora said with a smile.

The pair worked together beautifully to make brunch, laughing and talking and drinking all the while. They discovered they had similar tastes in music and movies, though there was a bit of an argument over what Harry Potter movie was the best. They agreed to disagree as the food finished up. During their cooking, Stacy had put on some more reasonable clothes, just because the temperature in Aurora's home was pretty cool.

As the pair finished up eating, there was a knock at the door. Aurora's brow furrowed as she stood, seeing an older gentleman standing outside. "Shit," Aurora grumbled.

"What is it?" Stacy asked, standing and looking out the window.

"It's my landlord. He said he was very hands off, and would let me buy the place if I renovated it. I had no idea he was going to come by!" Aurora panicked, looking around at the state of her house. It looked disastrous, except for a few things, but she reminded herself that was to be expected. Then there was the problem with herself. "I think we are going to run into the same issue as yesterday with Abby. He's expecting a woman..." Aurora said, gesturing to herself, then to Stacy.

"Don't worry, we got this," Stacy said, striding over confidently and opening the door. "Hi, can I help you?"

The old man turned to smile, faltered, and then immediately forced a smile again. "Hello, you must be Aurora," he said cheerfully, staring directly at Stacy's tits.

"Yes, I am. You are?" Stacy asked coyly.

"I'm Mr. Hoopwell, the landlord. I understand the confusion, with the little picture in the email bubble not really telling you much about how I looked! The same for you, I can assure you." He hadn't expected Aurora to be so...statuesque, to say the least.

"Oh, Mr. Hoopwell! Please, come in, my boyfriend and I were just finishing up a Sunday brunch," Stacy said, waving the old man inside. "This is my boyfriend, Adam," Stacy said. The landlord's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw Aurora.

Aurora took a deep breath, having watched the initial exchange and picked up what was going on. "Hello, yes, I'm Aurora's boyfriend," she said awkwardly. Claiming to be her own boyfriend was not something she had planned for the day.

Mr. Hoopwell, for his part, did manage to keep his cool, if only just. "Ah, nice to meet you my boy," he said, involuntarily gulping as Aurora's massive hand swallowed his own. "I'm guessing you've been the one doing most of the renovations? And the one needed them, given your...build," he finished awkwardly.

"Yes, Adam was a former but he is turning his attention to body building!" Stacy said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, whenever...Aurora told me about this place, I knew we had to take it. Nobody else would have allowed us to renovate this place to suit my needs while renting, so thank you." Aurora said. This thanks was genuine, as Mr. Hoopwell's unique offer had been exactly what she had hoped for when searching for a place to live after leaving her ex.

The older gentleman just smiled. "Well you're quite welcome, young man. I'm getting on in years here, so I am looking to get rid of some of my properties on this street. I had no idea such a...powerful young couple lived here!" He exclaimed, taking note of Stacy's muscular body and Aurora's outright huge frame.

"Well, as you can see, sir, Adam has everything well and truly underway. Shall we meet up again soon, when he is closer to finishing?" Stacy asked, still flashing her award-winning smile.

"Of course, sweetheart, of course," he said with a smile, as he turned to go. "Well, I think that's all I wanted for today. You two have a lovely afternoon, and was very nice to meet you both!"

Stacy showed him out, and as she turned around, she noticed Aurora sitting at a table, fiddling with her butter knife. "What's wrong?" she asked, sitting down next to Aurora. She couldn't help but have the thought that it was like Beauty sitting next to Beast, but without all the questionable consent and Stockholm syndrome. She really was falling for the huge muscle monster.

"I just...what am I doing?" she asked. "I mean, if you hadn't been here, what was I supposed to do there? I guess exactly what I just did, just without you here to play me." Aurora shook her head. "I don't know, as much as I love how I look, it has gotten really inconvenient recently, and not just everyone assuming I'm a guy," Aurora continued. "I just...I don't know if I should continue on with the treatment or not."

Stacy looked shocked, but quickly changed her expression as she took Aurora's thick fingers in her more delicate hand. "Look, babe, I don't know what you should do. I'm not going to pretend I even remotely understand how you feel, either. What I do know is this: whoever you are, and whatever you do, I can honestly say that I am lucky to have met you. And I cannot believe the awesome body you've given me, and the confidence to go with it." Stacy placed her free hand directly on the huge dick she had seen trying to break free earlier.

This coupled with the kind words, brought Aurora at least most of the way out of her funk. She smiled at Stacy, and gripped the blonde woman's hand a little tighter.

The rest of their afternoon was...eventful to say the least. It came to a screeching halt though. As Aurora plowed Stacy on the kitchen table they had been eating on earlier that day, Aurora was absolutely in the zone. Her thick, veiny cock was hitting every point inside Stacy that the screaming blonde wanted her to hit. The feeling of Stacy's thick, muscular thighs in Aurora's hands, the way Stacy's hands dug in to the hair on her pecs, forearms coming alive with muscle...it was about as perfect a moment as Aurora could have hoped for.

As Stacy came down from her most recent orgasm, of which she had had over a dozen and simply lost count, her head fell back on the table, as she gasped and panted, half delirious from the continuous flood of endorphins. "Oh Adam, you fuck me so good," she muttered, hands moving towards Aurora once again.

Aurora caught Stacy's wrists and stopped thrusting. "It's Aurora," she said sternly.

"Can't we just pretend, just this once? You're so fucking manly it melts my brain," Stacy said.

Conflict in Aurora's mind raged. She could hardly see straight. She pulled out of Stacy and walked away to the couch. "I think you should go," she said sternly. "I need to go for a run."

Wordlessly, Stacy stood, got her clothes on, and left the house. The look of sadness and defeat on her face was uncomfortable to look at. As soon as Aurora heard Stacy pull out of the driveway, she stood, grabbed her shorts and tank top, and walked out the door.

She hopped in her car, and just started driving. She just...needed a moment to breathe, to be away from everything in her life that reminded her of how much it had changed. Especially this weekend, things had been almost overwhelming at times. Already on the outskirts of town, Aurora was very quickly in the surrounding mountains. She quickly pulled her SUV off the road, and drove up a dirt trail that had been carved out over the years by people looking to do the same as she was right now. She came to a clearing and parked, hopping out of her car and taking a deep breath of the mountain air.

Aurora had given up trying to purchase shoes, as she had been measured to need a size 22 custom wide. That was a little over a week ago. It was probably better to just measure her feet in inches instead of trying to come up with a shoe size, she thought ruefully. One benefit of not wearing shoes, and possibly her genetics, was that her feet were now incredibly resilient. As she walked along the ground, it felt cool and inviting, as leaves crunched in the most satisfying way. Aurora took a steadying breath, tossed her tank top in her SUV, and started to run.

As her feet pounded the earth, she tried to let her thoughts wander. She couldn't imagine what it looked like to someone watching her. Someone her size shouldn't be able to run, at least not this fast and for this long. Thighs bigger than most of the trees she ran past bulged and pulsed, propelling her forward. Calves that made watermelons green with envy pumped along with her thighs, keeping her huge feet in solid contact with the ground when needed. Her oversized heart pounded in her chest, marker thick veins surging to the surface all over her body. Most of them were hidden by her dense, almost full-body-covering hair. Her shoulders were so wide they brushed against the smaller trees that lined the path, breaking some limbs here and there. Accompanying the dull thud of each footstep as a muffled slapping sound as her nuts hit against her thigh, then her fat shaft slapped against her sack. As she ran even faster, sweat began to pour all over her body in an attempt to keep her cool. Even she could smell it. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was definitely strong, masculine, being left in a trail as she ran, and distinctly...her.

As she came to a clearing, she slowed, walking and looking out at the mountains. She was thankful for the natural beauty around the area. It helped, in moments like this, to pull her mind out, and focus on the moment. Really help keep her thou-

"Hey there, stud," a woman Aurora hadn't seen before, sitting on a blanket and getting a tan, said as she lifted her sunglasses. "Out for a run? I hardly ever see anyone out here." The woman stood. She wasn't anything special, but definitely a nice build. Something about the way she talked, the way she moved, made some part of Aurora uneasy. It made another part of her very, very excited.

The woman, for her part, wasn't sure what had come over her. Something about this man that had come running through the forest, to her secluded spot. She should have been pissed. Or at least frustrated. Instead...

Neither one of the two women were exactly sure how it happened, but as the woman with the golden tan screamed out in her third orgasm in as many minutes, Aurora grunted as she felt her own building. "Gonna cum," she grunted, picking up the pace even more, slamming all 16" of her pussy gaping cock into the woman beneath her.

"Yes!" she screamed, "fucking fill me with your seed!" The woman dragged her long, perfectly manicured nails down Aurora's back. "Breeeeed meeeee!"

That was too much for Aurora, and Aurora spent the next 90 seconds painting the woman's insides with blast after blast of thick cum. The woman beneath her passed out, unable to remain conscious after the earth shattering orgasm Aurora had given her. As the muscle goddess pulled out and slipped her shorts on, she looked down at the nude woman. That's when she noticed the diamond ring glinting in the sunlight, resting perfectly on the woman's left ring finger. "Fuck."

On the way home, Aurora's head was buzzing with so many thoughts that it was difficult to concentrate. The run had not helped, and had only made things more confusing. She ran right through at least two stop signs, once just narrowly missing a cute dog out for a Sunday evening stroll with their owner. She got flipped off, deservedly so. Aurora threw up an apologetic wave as she sped past.

Back at home, she sat on her couch, staring at three things: her driver's license, the vials of the super steroid, and her cock. Her phone was held tight in her crushing grip, the clinic trial doctor's number already punched in. She looked at the medicine. All she had to do was call and say she wanted out. Say she was done. No questions asked and she could walk away. She had already given them way more data to analyze and use for future formulas than they could have imagined!

Next, she looked at her driver's license. And the short, light haired young woman's smiling face. That woman was married to a man she loved, in a house they had bought together, and where they had planned to raise a family. That woman had no intention of ever working out when she had that photo taken. No intention of changing who she was, what she liked, and what she wanted to do. That woman was happy, in her own little world. Aurora sighed heavily. That woman was dead and gone.

Aurora then stared at her cock. It was erect, veiny, and ready to go again. She could have jacked off right there on the couch, no problem at all, and she had already had sex multiple times today, and with two different women! With Stacy, that was fun, very sexy, and a great continuation of Friday night and yesterday. Stacy had been a willing participant before Aurora had even gotten there. The weird interaction they had. Did Stacy think of her as a man? The woman on her run though...what the fuck was that about. One minute they don't even know the other exists, the next she's asking Aurora to knock her up? A complete stranger? They never even exchanged names! Would she actually get pregnant? And if so, what was she going to tell her husband when the children look nothing like him? Aurora wasn't sure what had happened, and she didn't know if she liked it or not.

Aurora picked up one of the syringes and held it in her free hand. She sighed and leaned back into the couch, dialing the doctor's office. "Hi, yes this is Aurora. I'd like to speak to the doctor. Yes, I'll hold." 'Just walk away and this will all be over,' she thought to herself. 'You can find ways to get your life back to a state of semi-normalcy. No need to panic and make drastic changes in your whole life just because you're a freak show now.' The phone clicked and the doctor picked up. "Hey, um, yes this is Aurora. Um, no I'm not injured or anything, but everything is not fine. Listen, I've had a weird week, and I just wanted to call and say that I've reconsidered..."

Aurora paused, catching sight of her body in the full length mirror she used to practice for her cam seasons. The excessively hairy, excessively masculine, excessively muscular body that had been built over the last few months. The one that exuded power and strength. The one that created a new mindset, a mindset that brought with it a feeling of confidence, power, and sex appeal.  A mindset that had ended an unpleasant, and at the end downright terrible, marriage. A mindset that started a business, that made friends, and even a few sexual partners, some of whom could become long term, even life long, partners. A mindset that could do whatever and, apparently, whomever, if earlier today was any indication. Aurora was a completely gender fucked, man-shaming god, the alpha male, to everyone who saw this body and felt the mindset behind every action, every word. Maybe it was time to truly accept the manly beast inside... "I've reconsidered, and I wanted to ask: what's the highest dosage you can put me on?"

[MissChiara05]

Aurora is amazing

[Sounder9-]

Quite the update, Great Job! In a way it looks like Aurora (or soon Adam) will have a smorgasbord of "Eve's" partake of.

[bertmacklinsbrother]

I loved the latest chapter and I'm really excited to see what's next for Aurora!  The decision at the end has me really looking forward to the next chapter!  Really well done!

[PleaseForgiveMe]

Amazing addition. Can’t wait for the next update.

[ThomasElliot]

I may have been a bit too ambitious with this chapter, but hopefully it works. For those hoping for more of Aurora, you're going to have to wait one more part. This one's got a little something for everyone.

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The doctor was a little surprised when Aurora had called, and even more surprised by what had been requested. "Come on in to the office tomorrow. I've got something you may be interested in."

As Dr. Emma Hartley had been working on this passion project for over a decade now, she could not have been more thrilled by the success of it. 90 percent of the over 200 women that had participated in the trial had seen obvious improvement in their overall physical health. Of those, only a few had been concerned about the virilization effects. Most had been indifferent or accepting, while some had outright embraced it. She had, of course, helped those troubled by it, but couldn't help but feel happy with the number of women walking into her clinic that were much larger, healthier, and manlier than when they had walked in all those weeks ago.

She had, of course, been asked a question by her staff, especially as the incredibly positive results started rolling in: why didn't she take the serum herself? Her answer was always the same, pride and sadness mixed together. "Changing the world is a young person's game. I'm just here to make sure they get the opportunity."

Emma spent most of Sunday and into Sunday night in the lab, working on a special little side project. She was about to give up, when the formula finally came together. She was satisfied with the results, and couldn't wait to show it off in the morning. She slept at the office, too exhausted to drive. The next morning, she used her own personal shower, and got ready for the day. Her secretary informed her that Aurora had arrived, and the nurse had gotten her checked in. It's now or never, Emma thought to herself.

She walked into the office, she once again gasped as she saw Aurora. To say the muscle monster sitting in her office was huge would be an understatement. Even in Emma's admittedly large office, Aurora was still the most dominant feature. And the smell...it was clean and pleasant, but pervasive, Aurora's natural musk hanging thickly in the air. Emma unintentionally took a huge breath of it. Holding her notepad and Aurora's chart, she double checked that the vial was still in her pocket. "Hello, Aurora, how are you, dear?" she asked. She had never liked her voice much as a younger woman, but at the distinguished age of 63, she definitely had developed the "kind old woman" voice. It definitely helped her, as a doctor.

"I'm fine," Aurora said with a smile, but it was only slightly convincing. Emma noticed this immediately and gave the muscle mountain a stern but warm look that indicated she knew there was more her patient wasn't telling her. "It's been a weird week," Aurora continued. "This is the first time since starting the program that I've actually had my doubts about it, and what it's doing to me."

"Well, you can always opt out," Emma started.

"No!" Aurora quickly interrupted. "No, I don't want to opt out," Aurora continued, much more calmly. "I want to push forward. As far as I can go," she added, a twinkle in her eye.

Emma nodded and smiled. "I just wanted to make sure that's how you really felt. Because I do have something special for you." She reached into her lab coat and pulled out a large vial of clear, yet strangely iridescent, liquid. "I started working on this the day your genetic results came back. This new version of the steroid that I created is unique, in that it will only respond to your genetic code." Emma looked at her huge patient and smiled. "As you are a part of the study, I can confirm that you are not the only one to have the Z chromosome, but they appear to be much more unique than anything else in human history. The few that we have seen so far have been vastly different from one another, as have been the changes to your other, more standard chromosomes." What Emma did not want to tell Aurora was that, so far, the muscle bound woman had the most pronounced changes by far, even on the microscopic level. The size of her chromosomes, and therefore the amount of genetic information, far exceeded the other patient she had seen. She had a feeling that would be true of anyone besides Aurora.

The muscle monster leaned forward, taking the vial off of the table. In her hands it looked fairly tiny. "So how much do I take?" she grumbled in her deep bass voice.

Emma sat up a little straighter at this moment. "This is the most concentrated version of my serum I have ever made. Combined with the fact that it is designed for your genetic code, I should think 1 mL a week should be enough."

"Doc, I'm not looking for 'enough.' I'm not looking for the standard here," Aurora said flatly. "How much of this can I take without it having a negative effect?"

Emma sat there for a moment, calculating. "Take half a mil every day. If you don't see any negative effects in a week, you can bump it up to one mil a day." Emma knew that her patient had a drive to be bigger and better, like no one she had ever met. If Aurora can handle all of that, she thought, she could eventually handle an even stronger dose.

Aurora nodded, pocketing the vial. "I did have one more thing I wanted to ask about," she said, a little more nervously than seemed possible from someone her size, Emma thought with an internal smirk.

"Yes? Anything to help, my dear." She watched as Aurora looked at her reflection in the glass of the office cabinets.

"Well..."

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Jess was standing in her bosses office, absolutely irate. "What?!" she bellowed, her voice echoing around the office.

The sniveling little worm of a man winced. He wasn't the manliest of men, but he couldn't get over the fact that Jess's voice was deeper than his. "You're being removed from outside sales. The customers are uncomfortable wi-"

"Uncomfortable my ass, I've got the best sales numbers in the company, hands down!" Jess said, slamming her own thick palm on the desk in front of her. Some of the knick knacks on her boss's desk toppled over from the force, one falling and breaking against the tile floor. She held his gaze for a moment, before the flare of emotion passed. She gently slid her hand off the table and muttered a curt, but sincere, "Sorry."

The boss, and owner, cleared his throat before continuing. "Yes, you do, which is why you're not being fired. Our outside sales team is held to a higher standard of physical appearance, which you no longer meet." He could barely look at Jess, the short, stocky woman looked like a miniature linebacker, but she didn't have pads on, and was absolutely shredded. At least she kept her face clean shaven, he thought with a shudder. He paused for her reaction, and when none came, he continued. "We want you working with IT to build up an online presence. You'll be our first no-contact, digital sales rep."

Jess stared at the small man for a second. "This is because of how I look, isn't it?" she asked, having taken the time to process everything.

"This was a strategic decis-"

"ISN'T IT!"

Jess's boss gulped. "Yes."

"Fuck you," she said, standing. Her neck muscles bulged, stretching out the collar of her button down shirt, the fabric creaking as veins popped like crazy. She had given up wearing women's clothing a while ago, and had just spent good money on a new collection of men's  dress clothes. They fit her better. "I know more about this business than you realize, and you're just going to throw me behind a computer screen and say 'good luck'? It's fucking insulting. I...I need to get out of here," she said, before storming out of the office and slamming the door behind her. As she walked through the small office building and out to her car, her blood was pumping, sweat beading on her brow as the rush of endorphins flooded her system. As she sat down heavily in her car, she paused and took stock.

Creating virtual sales positions was a good thing. It allowed for a more inclusive work place, so those who struggled in traditional sales interactions, be it because of their speech, mannerisms, appearance, anxiety, could now succeed in a digital setting. It was a good idea, and one that she probably should have jumped at the chance to be a part of. But as she put the car into gear and sped off, hands gripping the steering wheel with crushing force, she started to cry. It was very unlike her, and she hated it, but her emotions were overwhelming. She absolutely loved her body. She wanted to show it off at every opportunity. She wanted to be admired and respected for her skills and her looks. Was that so vain? Putting the body she had worked so hard for, even risking it all with an experimental (but ultimately successful) steroid, behind a screen so people didn't have to look at her just felt wrong. Especially because it felt like her boss was the only one who really had a problem with it!

On the way home, she called her boss and explained that she would be taking an unplanned vacation. She would be back in a week, and they would discuss the plan going forward. It pained her to say that, so she stopped and got a few bottles of wine to drown her sorrows over the coming days. She didn't know if she should keep working there, or just quit. She had enough saved up for a few months of rent and food, so she didn't have to start looking for a job immediately if she did leave her current job. In the end, she decided she was just going to get absolutely hammered tonight.

The only thing she forgot about was that there was some guy that wanted to come over. Her friend had told her about this guy that just wanted to come over and have sex, even though he clearly hated it. She said it was like some non-con fantasy deal, but the guy was actually pleading with her to keep going. Intrigued, Jess had agreed to meet the guy, but only because her friend had given him such high praise in the bedroom.

So, that night, Jess was drunk off her ass when the doorbell rang. "Ah, fuck," she muttered as she stood, walking over to the door. She opened it without thinking, looking up at the unwanted guest. "Yeah?" she asked, leaning against the door.

"Um hi, are you Jess? I believe a mutual friend of ours put us into contact?" the man asked nervously.

"Oh, yeah. The guy who wanted to be used and abused," Jess said, her words slurred as she spoke. "You're a weirdo, you know that? What's this about anyway?" His voice was definitely on the high side for a guy. In stood out even more in contrast with her own.

He looked surprised for a moment. "She didn't tell you?" Jess shook her head. "I'm trying to get more comfortable with...masculine women," he said, his face flushing crimson.

Jess just laughed, a deep, resonant sound that rolled pleasantly through the quiet neighborhood. "Well then! You've come to the right place! I'm about as masculine as they come," she said, flexing a large bicep, her veiny, hairy forearm contrasting nicely. She looked over his taller, but significant softer, downright pudgy body. "You're not exactly fit, are you?" she said with a laugh.

He grimaced. "I used to be. But I can't seem to stop gaining weight," he said, a little too honest. "Anyway, are we gonna do this thing or what?"

Jess smirked before dropping her pajama pants, her eleven inch long cock quickly rising to full glory. She grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him inside, closing the door with her foot. "Suck it." When he hesitated, she pulled him down, grabbing both sides of his head as her cock bobbed in front of his face. "You want me to do this myself, pretty boy?" He was... Actually quite pretty, now that she thought about it.

"I can't do it!" he screamed, staring at her washboard abs, happy trail leading to a huge patch of pubic hair around her thick cock. "Don't stop, though, don't stop, do whatever you want!"

Jess just smirked. This was weird...but she liked it.

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Amber groaned as the late morning sun streaked through her room and across her eyes, rousing her from a deep slumber. Tuesday was her day off in the weird, staggered four day work week her company had set up. It made Mondays very awkward, if she was honest, but it made the overall week much more bearable. As she sat up and shook the metaphorical cobwebs out, she took stock. "Hm. No changes today?" she said aloud.

The weeks following her resort getaway had been bizarre, to say the least. What should have been the most surprising thing was that she wasn't pregnant. After the absolute powerfucking that guy did before he went home, she was sure she would have been pregnant. But it didn't happen, and she was honestly fairly grateful. Because the other things that had happened truly threw her for a loop.

As she stood, the first, most obvious feature of her body tried to pull her down, but was wrangled back in by her lithe but incredibly strong back muscles. She had always been well endowed, graduating high school with HH cups that had gotten her a full ride to the college of her choice. Her grades helped, of course, but at 5'10.5", she was one hell of a piece of eye candy when she was 18. She thought, for sure, that that statuesque body was to be hers forever. And up until that wild day, it was.

Ever since she had come back from the resort, her body had been changing, the most obvious of which were tenting her shirt right now. Her tits were full, and huge. Each one sloped away from her collarbones dramatically, ending in what she assumed to be huge nipples. Her tits were so fat and full she honestly couldn't see where the nipple began, but she could see where it ended. She guessed they were three, maybe four inches long, and thick. The lower curve of her bust dipped below her hips, making them absolutely the dominant feature of her body. On her tall, leggy frame, they would have been enormous...

But she had also steadily been shrinking since she had returned. At first, it hadn't been anything drastic; in fact, she initially attributed her slightly more loose clothes to some vacation weight loss. However, as the days, and then weeks, went on, it became apparent that it was not just some lost weight. She was actually getting shorter. While her tits ballooned, so did the apparent size of everything else around her. She turned on the shower, as that was now the most convenient way to wash her hands given the two foot reach of her fun bags, and looked around her bathroom. She was now 5'2" tall, and that had been consistent for the last two days, so she thought this was where it was going to stop. And she was ok with that. Honestly, she was ok with all of it.

She had always loved her boobs. She thought they made her look womanly. Her height did not. But now, with her frame dominating tits and her smaller, more petite statue, she was honestly over the moon! As she sat down at the computer, pondering her own excitement over such drastic changes, she noticed that a comment was finally placed on her message board comment! Someone else knew who the stud was from the resort! She got so excited she bounced up and down in her chair, and quickly found out that not everything had stopped changing. The front of her shirt had to large, wet patches on them. "Oh wow, am I...am I lactating?" Amber asked herself, her pussy immediately gushing with excitement.

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As Jenny clocked out from work, she stretched and stood, thankful that the workday was over. Granted, she worked from home, but still, work was work, and she was glad to be done with it. The sounds of groaning wood echoed out as she got up, which made her smile. Like Amber, although they didn't know it, Jenny was experiencing similarly extreme changes. Like Amber, she shockingly wasn't pregnant. But that's where the similarities ended.

Jenny looked back with a sly smile at her desk setup. It had changed dramatically in the last few weeks. The formerly tiny, but big assed woman was now neither of those things. She had grown from 5' tall if she really stretched to 6'7". And she no longer had a big ass either; she had an absolutely prodigious ass. Two chairs were required to support her massive behind now, and even that had been pushing it recently. She would need to get new chairs soon, as her growth was slowing, but certainly not stopping. Going through doors was a process, as her four foot wide hips and five foot wide ass made going through doors head first impossible in her home. A little shimmying, ducking, and clever maneuvering, and she could get through ok most of the time.

It wasn't like this was all fat either. Her thighs were thick, her calves deliciously rounded with muscle. She was huge, but sturdy. She had done a physical at her doctor's request and had easily squat 325 pounds. That was several days ago though. She was sure she could do more than that. Hell, she weighed a lot more than that now herself!

As she settled in for the evening, ass dominating the love seat she had gotten, she dug around online. On a whim, she had found someone taking about the stud from the resort! She would be lying if she said she didn't dream about that big dick every once in a while. She wondered how it would feel to sit on that big, powerful chest with her newly grown ass...

Oh! There was another comment...from some woman who met him on a hiking trail! Well, that narrowed down where he could be...he had to be local.

As she thought that, the love seat beneath her gave way to her impressive 500 pound mass. "Shit," she grumbled, her lower voice an added benefit of her new height. "Guess I'm gonna have to get a new one of these too..."

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Abby and Stacy had had a tense few days. Stacy had continued to grow and improve, now 5'11", muscles like a male bodybuilder, tits the size of pumpkins, and a confusing blend of softness and hardness to her muscles. None of them looked absolutely shredded, but there were some massive marker thick veins on her biceps, quads, and chest. Stacy had given up shaving, as she quite liked the more pirmal look the blonde hair gave her body, as it thickly coated her pelvis, her armpits, her forearms and lower legs. There was even a good bit on her quads, and she thought it made them look bigger and more intimidating than ever. Overall, she was thrilled with her new and improved body.

Abby was...conflicted, to say the least. She felt she had really offended Stacy that day she had met Adam, having been very hostile towards him, but Stacy seemed to like him a lot. Whenever they were together, she had to do her best to be polite about voicing her concerns. Concerns that were getting harder and harder to separate from her growing desire. Stacy was quickly becoming everything she wanted in a woman.

"Did you see that doctor yet?" She asked as politely as she could as the two were watching a show together.

"The one Adam told me about? No I haven't, but I've got an appointment tomorrow," Stacy replied honestly. Come to think of it, she hadn't heard from Adam...Aurora much this week. Some polite conversations here and there, but everything was very surface level. To keep questions from arising about too many things, Stacy had changed the muscle bound titan's name to Adam in her phone, and had been referring to Aurora by that name with everyone she spoke to. Even with her muscularity, people couldn't believe there was someone so much more massive than her. Plus, with the rest of the way Stacy described her hopefully permanent lover, saying it was a guy was just...easier. Stacy thought of Adam frequently, and almost exclusively as a guy. This was the first time she had corrected herself in two days.

Abby just nodded calmly, thankful that Stacy had finally gotten in to see the doctor. "That's good. I know you've heard me say this already, but this isn't normal," Abby said, keeping her voice as calm and nonconfrontational as possible.

Stacy sighed. Her voice, along with the rest of her body, was very powerful now. I was deeper than it was, but definitely still very much in the female register. It just had an electrifying resonance to it, now.. "I know, but I'm really not worried about it. This is, without a doubt, the best I've ever felt in my entire life. I absolutely love how I look. I guess part of me doesn't want that to change.

"But what if it's dangerous? Some weird mutation, or cancer? Some weird parasite even, you don't know!" Abby said, getting worked up.

"So what if it is?" Stacy said, sitting up. She knew it wasn't, she was completely confident it was Adam's cum that had made her like this. "If it's only dangerous to me, why do you care? It's not like you're suddenly going to catch whatever I have that is causing this!" Stacy grinned inwardly at her multi-layered comment. Abby would never fuck Adam. She was too much of a hardcore lesbian for that.

"What do you mean 'so what'?" Abby asked, shocked. "You don't know that this is! You don't know that it isn't contagious!"

"I'm fairly confident it isn't," Stacy responded, not moving from her position on the couch.

"You don't know that. This could be killing you, but you're too busy making muscles at yourself in the mirror to give a shit!"

"I like how I look! Why do you suddenly care so much about my health and wellbeing?" Stacy shouted back, getting riled up for the first time.

"Because I'm in love with you, ok?!" Abby screamed. She realized she was standing, fists clenched, looking down on Stacy for the first time since she had started growing.

"What?" Stacy asked quietly.

"I mean...maybe it's not love, but it's definitely...look, before all this started, you were fun to hang out with, and I enjoyed talking to you. Combine with you looking like the hottest fucking piece of ass on the east coast?" Abby flopped down in her recliner. Red faced, and unable to look at her roommate after her incredibly awkward profession of lust.

Stacy, for her part, had a million thoughts going through her head. There was one, though, that rose through everything, repeatedly, until it drowned out all the other thoughts, and only that one remained: goddamn it was Abby beautiful. Stacy stood, walked over to her roommate, and leaned over her chair. The pairs eyes locked, briefly, before they moved towards one another and locked lips in an empassioned kiss.

Things moved swiftly to the muscular woman's bedroom. As Stacy lay on her back, gold hair cascading on her bed beneath her, she moaned in pleasure. Abby was between her legs, eating her out with reckless abandon. Abby, for her part, was absolutely loving this, her arms wrapped around Stacy's thickly muscled legs. She kept her eyes trained on the blonde's abs and gravity defying tits, as meaty calves pressed into her sides. She wasn't usually one for body hair, but she found everything about Stacy utterly perfect. Including her taste. As Stacy screamed in orgasm, blasting fem cum into Abby's mouth with surprising force and volume, the brunette followed suit, a massive orgasm ripping through her body without ever once so much as touching herself. She drank down what Stacy had given her greedily.

In a moment of post-ogasmic clarity, they both shared the same thought: this was probably a bad idea. As Stacy sat up slightly, the pair locked eyes. Abby couldn't get over how absolutely stunning Stacy now was, her thick neck and traps framing a strong, gorgeous face. Stacy looked at Abby's beautiful, petite body and absolutely gorgeous face that was literally dripping with the muscled blonde's juices. They smiled at each other and both thought: fuck it.

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Melanie walked in to her house and tossed her purse onto the couch. "Honey, I'm home!" she said aloud to nobody. She chuckled, but it was filled with sadness.

The woman had just finalized her divorce a few weeks prior. It still didn't feel real sometimes, if she was perfectly honest with herself. Their marriage had been...rocky. When things were good, they were really, really good. When things were bad, she would have rather been anywhere else. Then, one day at the dinner table, they both realized it was over. There was no bad blood between the two, no cheating or scandalous acts from either one of them. Just a marriage that no longer worked.

She had gone on a hike over the weekend in an effort to finally rid herself of her last reminder of her ex husband: her wedding ring. She couldn't seem to take it off, having worn it all through the proceedings, and even after it was all over and there was no way the two were ever getting back together. She had gotten distracted though, sitting on the edge of a cliff and looking out over the mountain. That's when she had heard footsteps behind her.

She had gotten naked so fast she barely remembered it. All she knew was that the absolute beast of a man was on top of her, power fucking her like nothing she had ever experienced in her life. She initially wasn't sure where her screams of 'breed me' came from, but they were visceral, instinctual. Then she passed out.

When she had come to, Melanie reached down to feel an incredible amount of cum still leaking out of her stretched hole. On a whim, she tasted some of it, and the flavor was delicious, and haunting, something she thought of regularly since that moment. And seconds later, she stood and threw her ring off the cliff.

Now, five days later, she was home alone again. But this week had been weird. First off, she had more energy than she had in a long time. Second, it felt like she was gaining weight. It was bizarre, as nothing else had happened. Diet and exercise were the same, no additional binge eating, nothing like that. As she sat on her couch, she felt it though. The unmistakable pressure on her lower abdomen from pants that were too tight. There wasn't much down there that could be causing that kind of problem. And she definitely couldn't be that pregnant already.

As Melanie opened up her laptop, a weird thought drifted through her mind. Maybe it was her womb and ovaries getting bigger. She chuckled a little at her own thought. It was wild, and had never happened before, to her knowledge. But the very thought of it made her wet. She saw a notification on the message board she had found, of other people trying to track down the same muscle man. She opened the file, and couldn't believe what she was reading. 'I'm pretty sure this is the guy who's fucking my roommate...'

[Sounder9-]

An interesting update. It really shows that the Z gene can really express certain desires and mutations.