Big Muscles, Big Clit, Big Dreams (Pt1 of 2)

[taoschild]

“BULLSHIT!”

The word exploded out of me like a bomb and felt insufficient to describe the rage that ripped through me after the contest. Furious? Furious wasn’t even close. After a month of brutal, back-breaking workouts, endless juicing, and pushing my body past every limit, they disqualified me. And for what? For not looking “feminine” enough? Fuck that. This world, this fucking patriarchy—always suffocating women, terrified the second that we’ll grow strong enough to break the chains.

I had carved myself into perfection—every muscle sculpted like jagged marble, strength developed from nothing but pure will. But apparently, I was “too much” for them. Too big. Too powerful. Most women probably would have succumbed. They’d lay off the steroids and rethink the plan. They’d shrink themselves to fit back into the mold. But not me. No. Never me.

If they didn’t think I was feminine enough, I’d show them. I’d become like them– compete with them— and I’d win. I was going to destroy them. 

I doubled down on everything—more workouts, more juice, more pills. Steroids, estrogen blockers, amphetamines, insulin, growth hormones—anything and everything that could promise more size, more strength, more of the raw power that made my skin tingle with every pump.

My muscles swelled, ballooning beyond anything I thought possible. They pulsed with a life of their own stretching my skin until it felt like it might tear. And I loved it. God, how I loved it. But it wasn't enough.

More– always more!

In three months, I hit 200 pounds. I was gaining 6 pounds a week and still found a way to be shredded. Just as big as any of the men—and that was just the start.

More.

I looked in the mirror, and the person staring back was a stranger. Daddy’s money was being put to good use. My curves? Gone. Breasts? Bulging slabs of hard muscle that I could make dance without even trying. My shoulders had broadened and were complimented by the thick cords of muscle rippling down to my arms. They were hulking, vascular beasts in their own right. My abs were a washboard of concrete bulging outward.

There was no softness, no hint of the woman I used to be.

And yet, in that brutal transformation, there was something sensual about it. Every new bulge, every vein that snaked across my skin, felt like power-made flesh. I ran my hands over my body, feeling the dense, solid muscle beneath the surface, and it sent shivers down my spine. My body was becoming something new—something powerful, something beautiful in its raw, masculine intensity. And I craved more.

“I must… grow… MORE.” The words dripped from my lips like venom. It was a promise to myself and to the world. Every injection, every pill was another step toward obliteration of the men who’d kept me down.

My size– my power– made me feel alive in a way I never had before. I watched them swell, flexed them in the mirror, admiring their size, their hardness. I could barely recognize the person I’d become, and I didn’t care. There was no time to mourn the loss of my femininity because with every pump, every drop of sweat, every bite of pain, I grew bigger and stronger. And that strength? That power? It was more intoxicating than any idea of softness could ever be.

But something still felt off. Looking in the mirror, I saw a hulking mass of muscle, but when I glanced lower, there was something missing. A bulge. The kind of bulge men had. I needed it, craved it. Stuffing cotton into my bikini bottoms didn’t cut it, nor did a golf ball (don’t ask), but the more I looked at myself, the more the idea burrowed into my mind. My clit, swollen from all the drugs, was already huge. Could it get bigger?

One night, in a haze of adrenaline and desperation, I made a choice. My hands trembled as my fingers fiddled with the syringe of my strongest cocktails. Before I could think twice, I sank the needle into the tender, pulsating heat between my thighs– deep into the core of my need.

[UnholyDk1103]

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[taoschild]

The pain was instant and savage. It hit me like a bolt of lightning, so intense that my vision blurred. My mind screamed, What the fuck have I done? But underneath the agony was something else. A throb. A pulse. Like my body was whispering, "Yes. This is what we needed." I stumbled to the bathroom and collapsed, my entire body shaking as the drugs worked their dark magic.

Days passed, and the change came. Slowly at first. My clit became more  pronounced and it wasn’t just swelling. It was growing. Mutating into something far beyond what I could’ve imagined or hoped for. Weeks later, it was monstrous—long, thick, veiny, and unmistakable. It hung heavily between my legs, constantly erect, pulsating with life and power. It was no longer just a part of me—it dominated my body and my awareness. It felt like power. It felt like manhood. I was now the best of both worlds.

Staring at it in the mirror, I didn’t see Kate anymore. The girl I used to be was a distant memory. What stared back at me now wasn’t human. I wasn’t a man– I was more than any man. A living, breathing mass of muscle, desire, and aggression. No teenage boy had anything on me.

My reflection was both terrifying and beautiful. Fat veins crisscrossed my skin, a roadmap of power pulsing beneath a thin layer that barely contained the grotesque bulges beneath. My traps, lats, quads—everything about me was exaggerated, comically oversized, but I reveled in it. I had pushed myself beyond anything anyone had thought was possible. Beyond femininity. Beyond gender. I didn’t need to fit into their narrow, suffocating definitions anymore. I wasn’t a woman, wasn’t a man. I was my own creation. Something new. Something unstoppable.

I looked down at my body, my hot pink bikini stretched so tight it looked like it might snap. It hugged every obscene inch of muscle, struggling to contain the swollen mass of flesh beneath. And there, in front of me, sat the newest addition: the bulge. The bulge that I had made happen. I looked magnificent. I looked invincible.

Instinctively, my hand reached down, adjusting my new length, and the sensation sent a shockwave through my body. Arousal washed over me so fiercely it almost knocked me to my knees. My fingers trembled as I slid them down, pulling my bikini bottoms aside without even thinking. I needed to feel it, needed to touch this new, monstrous part of myself.

My breath came in ragged gasps as my hand closed around my length. The calloused skin of my fingers felt rough, but the sensation of my swollen clit in my grip was beyond anything I had ever experienced. Wetness drenched my thighs in waves and my entire body shuddered with the intensity of it.

My thumb rubbed across the head while my fingers gripped my length squeezing. My whole body convulsed in response. This was power, pure and undiluted. Every inch of me screamed with pleasure and need and my veins throbbed in time with the pulse of my colossal clit. I was on fire, a furnace of arousal and raw sexuality. I gripped myself harder, feeling the power coursing through my body, through every beautiful inch of muscle.

I had become more than I ever thought possible. I had become everything I wanted—and more. And yet, deep down, there was still that voice, that hunger.

“I must grow… MORE.” Still, I was ready to accomplish what I’d set out to do. I wasn’t just going to compete with men. I was going to destroy them.

For the first time in a long while, I felt a rush of something else underneath all the rage and aggression. Confidence. Not just in my strength, but in this body that I had built with my own hands (and maybe a little help from the drugs). I’d fallen in love with it. It wasn’t the soft curves of traditional femininity, but it was powerful, raw, and mine. Every part of me hummed with potential.
Stepping out onto that stage, I knew I wasn’t just there to compete. I was there to dominate.

And I would love every second of it.

[Wookey]

Loving the way the story is going. Maybe next chapter into her clit/dick prodding growth hormones hitherto unknown. Consumption of her cum as growth enhancer for male and female partners alike.  Or you can completely ignore my ramblings. K+++++

[phil123]

Would like to read what happens next.

[Sven_arf]

I just want more of this damn this is good