One Shot: Obsession

[The Raven]

I don't  have any memories from before we were together. My best friend Anya. Were we even best friends? I actually can't say anymore. I'm definitely the closest one to her. Her obsession led to that.

Even though I grew up with her, my feelings didn't become more romantic until high school. She was always in my heart, and my thoughts. If only I took up some of hers. But her thoughts are consumed only by her obsession. I could never strangle out even a mere foothold in her heart, let alone a place.

I learnt this harsh truth on the night of our senior prom. Neither of us had dates, so we intended to go together as friends. At least that's what we said. But that night I planned to confess. To tell her my feelings. But she shot me down before I had the chance. By my own mistake. I asked her a question, in the hopes to fuel my confidence. But instead she struck me down.

"Well, if I had to pick someone from our school that I like physically, it would be Billy Thompson. He's the one who's body matches my ideals the most, albeit he's far from it. Because, I just love muscles, and although his muscles aren't too visible with all his fat, he does have the biggest muscles in school."

She went on and on about her love for muscles, her all consuming obsession, for the rest of the night. I knew then she'd never love me like I did her. She could only ever love muscles.

Despite knowing that fact, I still tried. I tried to work out and eat healthy during nursing school. But my thin frame never once cooperated. I couldn't put on an ounce of muscle no matter how hard I tried.

But that and school got more difficult when grandma got sick. She was the only one who raised me. And her death hurt. I was trying to get over my love for Anya, but Anya was the only one who was there for me when my grandma passed away. My memories of that time are some of the few memories I have of Anya when she wasn't all about her obsession. They were also my favourite memories with Anya. And also why I just couldn't give up my feelings for her.

It was coming up for Anya's birthday. And I wanted to give her a gift. She told me she didn't want anything, but I wanted to give her something. The easy answer would have been to get her something for her muscles. She'd been talking about wanting to take steroids recently. But I wanted to get her something not directly related to muscles.

As I was walking around a market, I found an unfamiliar store. One of those hippy type stores with stones and magic tricks. I was wandering around the place when I saw jewellery made with birth stones. Anya always wore a necklace with her birthstone that her mother gave her. So I thought about getting her something like that.

When I found these sticks. One Wish Willows. You make a wish and you break it. Then your wish is supposed to come true. A fun little novelty, I thought. And bought one for Anya and I to break together. She'd probably wish for her muscles to grow or something silly like that.

Yeah, her obsession wasn't just about having a big muscly partner or obsessing over ripped and massive bodybuilders. No, she wanted them for herself too. She'd dedicated herself all through high school to create a stunningly fit physique. And it only got more extreme from there.

She went to college to study human biology and pharmacology. All so she could learn how to better enhance her body. She'd been avoiding anabolic steroids for now but as she put it  herself, her body's reaching its maximum potential without assistance or enhancement. That's why I knew she'd have told me to buy her steroids for her birthday if I'd asked.

It was her birthday and our friends invited her out for drinks and karaoke. I was always too shy to have fun in these kinds of situations. And Anya wasn't a big fan of drinking or partying either. She'd usually complain to me that it was all bad calories and wasting potential. But she loved to dance on the dance floor. Especially when drunk. And I couldn't stand watching all these drunkards stare at her.

She loved to show off her amazing figure. Crop tops showing off her abs. Extremely short, tight sleeves for her biceps. And undersized denim shorts to emphasize her legs and ass. Our female friends always criticized her gains these days. When they used to always compliment her before. While all our guy friends couldn't help but stare. Even the married ones.

At least our friends didn't meet her tastes, so she never paid any of them a single glance. It was strangers I needed to be worried about. I had to scan the room for any athletes, especially bodybuilders and powerlifters. Crossfitters were another crowd I had to look out for, but she cared less for them for some reason.

So yeah, I didn't have fun. I never did. And until she got a few drinks in her, neither did Anya. I stayed sober, and offered to drive her home that night so she let loose a little. Well, more than a little.

Once we were outside her house, I was preparing to confess once again. I knew she was drunk, so I thought maybe I'd hear her true thoughts. But before I could, she complained how none of the guys could measure up. Ranting on about how annoying it was for her girl friends complaining about her size. How she was getting too big. A sentiment I sort of agreed with.

Then she confessed she wanted to start taking steroids. She was scared that it might change her. How she wished there was an easier way for her to build more muscle. That thought made me think of the One Wish Willows. I was getting ready to grab the boxes from my bag when she shocked me once again.

"Thanks for listening to me, Ben. I really needed someone to hear me out. To vent my frustrations. I couldn't imagine a better friend."

Friend. That word dug and ate at me. I barely heard her as she thanked me for the lift home before she bounced out my car. Swaggering drunk into her house.

I didn't even realise I'd been holding on to a box. My frustrations, my desires were overwhelming me as I opened the box and read the instructions. A person can only ever make one wish. Just speak your wish and break the stick for your wish to be granted.

It sounded like bullshit, but at this moment I didn't care.

"I wish I was Anya's perfect man who she'd love more than anyone."

I spoke before the stick snapped in my hands. A small spray of dust flew into the air before disappearing. Did anything change? Not immediately. Maybe nothing at all I thought.

I drove home alone that night not thinking about this again until things were clearly not the same.

I woke up the next morning feeling things were off. But I couldn't tell why. I followed my morning routines while everything was the same but not exactly the same. It's hard to describe and was even harder to realise. But the first major noticeable change was breakfast.

I'd just poured milk into my favourite sugary cereal but after the first bite, it was like my body was rejecting the cereal. I couldn't tell what was wrong. I was hungry, and this was what I usually had every morning.

A few moments later I couldn't even bear to look at it. I was throwing it away into the food dispenser when I noticed a box of my grandma's muesli. Still in the box. Still within expiry date. And my instincts said to eat it.

The taste wasn't the bombastic blast of flavours I was used to eating. But it wasn't bad. And my body clearly wanted to eat it unlike with my usual cereal.

I went into work at the fast food burger joint on time that morning. I started working there part-time to help pay through college, but I dropped out of college when grandma got sick. Now I work there full-time. But at least I don't have as many bills to pay since I own my house.

Anya hated me working there. I'd typically just grab a number 6 or number 9 meal after a shift. She'd tease me about how unhealthy that was. Telling me it was a waste of my talents to just be flipping burgers all day. She claimed I was a good cook. Grandma used to say that too. But I struggled to internalise those compliments. They were from my family and my best friend after all.

But still, whenever I had a morning shift, Anya would also come by for a cup of shitty coffee. She denied that she was coming to check up on me at first. And that she liked our crappy coffee. But I knew both weren't true. It was now just a habit that she'd come before or after a workout in the gym.

I'd usually claim my break whenever she showed up and we'd hang out and talk things over. And after that night, Anya really wanted to talk.

"Ben. I wanted you to know before I started. But I've hit my plateau. And I can't wait any longer. So I'm going to start taking steroids. I'll start small. Just a mild course of anavar. It's not entirely safe or without consequence. But it will push me over this hump."

"What about the next hump?"

"Then I'll change things up. Up the dosage. Or move on to stronger drugs."

"Don't you think this may be going too far? Can't you just be satisfied with what you've got already. So many women would literally kill to have a body like yours."

"True. But it's not enough. Not for me. I'm still too small. Too weak. I know I can be better. I should be better. I just need a little help now. I can't do it on my own anymore."

"I see. Knowing you there's nothing I can say to change your mind about this. So what can I do to help?"

I don't know what spurred on this decision of mine. But I'd made my decision to support her and her decision.

It started small. Like helping her shop for groceries and helping her with her meal prep. Before long I was helping her manage her workout schedule and even receiving her steroid deliveries.

But it wasn't my willingness to assist with her goals that was weirding me out. I was starting to eat much healthier. But not like a balanced diet. More like an athlete trying to bulk up. It was like my body was craving it. Like it was something I had to do. I was also running. Like actual runs and not some slow paced jogging.

In only a few weeks my body was getting so much fitter. Fitter than ever before. My shoulders were broadening. My arms were thickening. My thighs were bulging. I was even developing abs. It was insane.

I'd spent so much time trying to diet and exercise with no results. But now it was so easy. Like my body demanded I do it. And it felt so natural, and simple, just to follow those instincts. A part of me was feeling like I was missing out every time Anya mentioned the gym.

I fucking hate the gym. Why would I feel like I ever wanted to go there?

I wasn't really noticing any changes in Anya but she was giving me near daily reports about all her developments. Every increase in her lifts. And every minute detail of her body's physical changes. Down to the fucking millimetre. I don't even know what a fucking millimetre is, other than it's small.

Things changed when she had a fight with her dad one night. Ever since her mom died, the relationship with her father was strained, at best. She didn't get on with his new girlfriends and his drinking led her to resent him. Once he found out about the steroids he raged out on her. Finally kicking her out of his house.

So I did what I thought was best, and offered her a place to stay. I did have a spare room at my place so why not?

Now that we were living together, I started having strange dreams. Fantasies about Anya that soon started persisting throughout the day. I did my best to put them out of my mind. But now I was getting an erection every time I looked at Anya.

Then finally, she caught me without any of my oversized clothes on. Even at work I was covered up. So she hadn't seen what was happening to my body.

"Holy fucking shit Ben! When did you get jacked?" Was what she first screamed.

From then on, her whole attitude towards me changed.

Conversations now had flirtatious undertones. Double meanings that were subtly sexual in nature. And even I wasn't dumb enough to miss them. And there was the added handsiness. She was trying to feel me up. It was subtle at first. But now she was damn near groping me whenever she got the chance.

A part of me loved all the attention. But I also knew that something wasn't right. Yet I also didn't care. Anya was finally giving me the attention I'd desired from her for years.

One day on my day off, she'd asked me something that I'd replied to on instinct. I didn't even think before my body responded. Anya was so excited, more than I think I'd ever seen her before. If I knew going to the gym with her would make her this happy I would have done it long before.

It had been years since I'd last been in a gym, but my body acted like a fish returning to water. I was following Anya's routine and easily beat all of her lifts. A part of me was worried that I'd been showing her up, and I could feel the envy oozing off of her. But there was something else I could feel that made me way happier. Lust.

Anya had spent every second she had available gazing at me. Looking me over. Scanning every inch. And with some strange unfound confidence, I took off my shirt when I got too sweaty. Letting her see my now visible abs. And her audible gulp made it worth it for me. Not a bottle in or near her hand.

I was getting absorbed in her attention, which didn't stop in the gym. They continued for the rest of the day and all the way through dinner. I was now cooking super healthy, muscle building meals. I didn't learn the recipes or anything like that, I just knew what was good and what wasn't. And everything I made was not only perfect for Anya's diet, it tasted amazing too.

"If I knew the food was going to be this good, I should have moved in with you sooner." Anya told me. Words I'll never forget.

After dinner that night, it was my turn to do the dishes, so Anya went for a late shower. And once she was finished, she came to me draped only in a towel. She called to me before dropping her towel. She gazed into my eyes and curled her index finger three times before turning around to leave.

I got the hint, and followed her to her bedroom. As soon as I stepped foot into her room, she leapt onto me and started thrusting her tongue down my throat. I held up her lithe muscular body with surprising ease.

I carried her over to the bed and dropped her down. She shone with a bright and mischievous smile.

I couldn't have stripped fast enough. I couldn't turn down Anya wanting me. Never.

And I'll never forget that night. Her face, her screams. The way she asked me to lick her abs. Or kiss her biceps. She wanted me to worship her body and I was all for that. I just didn't care about her muscles. Or mine.

She constantly asked me to flex for her. My back. My arms. My abs. Even my ass as she was feeling it up. I did it all for her, but it wasn't something I cared for.

The sex was incredible. I'd never been so hard, or cum so much before. And Anya's euphoric screams for more ring out in my ears to this day. It was somehow perfect.

When I woke up the next morning, Anya was snuggled into my chest. My pecs were thick enough now to look like a pillow of muscle. I was surprised I still had morning wood after all that sex the night before when Anya started to stir.

"Morning musclestud."

That's how she greeted me. It was blissful having Anya wish me a good morning while we were in bed together. But it was what she called me that disturbed me a little. Musclestud. Was that all she saw me as? Just a guy with muscles?

I didn't have the confidence to hear her answer, so I didn't ask. Her sucking me off didn't help my focus that morning either.

I was also a little distracted by something else. I'd grown overnight. And not just a little. Every muscle I worked at the gym was bigger than it was yesterday, and I mean bigger than the pump they had yesterday. And I wasn't the only one to notice either.

"That workout sure did you some good. I'm a little jealous. Guys can have it so easy. Especially with great genetics like yours." She complimented after sucking me to orgasm. Sucking every drop of my cum.

It wasn't genetics. I knew mine sucked years ago. This was something else. I couldn't figure it out, but a part of me didn't care. I had Anya now, so why did it matter?

But I didn't want to look like the god damn hulk. So I knew the gym was a no go zone for me now. I had work today so at least I had an excuse. A full day shift.

A made a bunch of pre-prepared meals with Anya that morning after another giant muscle building breakfast. My body couldn't stomach any other food now unless it was good for my muscles. I used to eat burgers from work every night when I worked a full day shift. But not anymore. I was fine when cooking them, unless I considered eating them. Then I just started feeling ill. So I needed those meals we were making just as much as she did.

It was during my shift when Anya came to visit that things got weirder once again. She was so happy, a literal spring in her step. And when I was outside with her, taking my break, she took off her jacket and I could see why. Literally see why she was so excited. Her muscles, the muscles she was most excited about over all others. They'd grown. And I don't mean in a small, but natural way.

She wasn't that big last night or this morning. At first I tried to justify the change as some late effect from her steroid cycle. But that was impossible. She finished her first cycle last week. So she shouldn't be seeing such significant gains.

She told me she'd weighed herself already and she was 6lbs heavier. She last weighed herself two days ago. So she'd put on 6lbs in two days. Not even two days. Clearly most, if not all of that, was just since this morning. And in no way was any of that new weight from fat. Her biceps were a whole inch bigger for fucks sake.

It was impossible. As impossible as my own muscle growth. I was confused and terrified about this, but Anya's exuberance helped me keep that to myself. She was so excited for her gains, I couldn't bring up how strange it was.

This haunted me like a spectre for the rest of my shift. Was Anya growing like I was now? But how? I couldn't understand any of it. Not until I was cleaning out my car to distract myself after work and I found those broken pieces of wood.

I remembered  the stick. The One Wish Willow. And the wish I'd made. It all came back to me. And things started to fall into place. I wanted to be her perfect man. And her perfect man needed muscles. He needed to be good at helping her grow her muscles too.

That's why he had to be great at making muscle building food. Why he to be so willing to help her schedule her diet, her exercise and even her drugs. But why was she growing so much now? A stupid thought sparked in his head. But he couldn't stop it from taking root and sprouting. But it was the only major change recently. It couldn't be though. It just couldn't.

Anya was still on cloud nine when I got home. She couldn't wait to show me all the changes she'd experienced. All of her new growth and increased lifts. She begged me to help her note them down.

This kind of thing was normal for us, well, except for her unbelievable new gains. It was already feeling natural to me that Anya and I were living together. Like we were meant to be together. That this was natural. But at the same time, my head felt that this was also off.

And after a late dinner, Anya surprised me once again.

"Are we sharing your bed or mine tonight?" She asked out of nowhere.

She wanted us to share a bed again? I wasn't even sure what we were at the moment and she's already assuming we're sharing a bed every night. But I couldn't say no. Not to Anya wanting me.

I fucked her harder that night than the last. I even noticed my dick was getting bigger now too. I was becoming a better, more perfect mate for Anya. I loved pleasuring her so much, I didn't know if I wanted it to stop.

I was bigger again the next morning, but not as much as yesterday. I was awoken this time by Anya caressing my muscles. My body enjoyed it, but my mind less so. I wanted her to love me, and not these stupid growing muscles.

And again Anya had another burst of growth from the gym that day. She was definitely beyond a natural woman's body in only two days of this...this...madness. And when I tried to bring up how insane this was, she just wanted to brush it off.

"Does it matter? My muscles are growing. And I'm not even taking any steroids at the moment or doing anything harmful to my body. You're just helping me grow." She beamed the brightest, happiest smile I'd ever seen.

And it haunted me.

She'd come to the same conclusion I had. Sex with me was helping her grow. After fucking me and then working out, the muscles she'd worked would grow. It couldn't have been possible but it was true. My body was helping her grow.

The wish I made repeated in my head. I'm becoming the perfect mate for Anya. A musclestud who can help her muscles grow in every way, even by fucking her.

I was lost and confused. Was I supposed to be happy about this? I didn't want to be some bodybuilder. I didn't like female bodybuilders. And I hated Anya's obsession with muscles. Now I was the facilitator of her obsession. And I hated that.

I searched my car for the box of that stupid stick, I couldn't even find the bag I had when I bought it. I searched online for any help. I even tried to find the store I bought it from. I came up with nothing. No number to call. No box. Not even the store I bought it from. It's like none of it ever existed.

I was going mad.

Weeks have gone by. Both of our bodies continued to grow and I continued to fuck Anya. I couldn't say no to her. I love her...but... I'm not sure I can take this much longer. My mind's going numb.

People thought I was some body builder or strength athlete now. My arms are huge. My shoulders are super wide. My abs are ripped and deep. My back is so broad I had to turn through some doors. I even had to change how I walk since my quads are so big. If you'd asked me 6 months ago about growing a bigger cock, I'd have been ecstatic. But not like this.

And Anya, she hasn't been happier. Her gorgeous fit body is gone. She's long past an athletic build and is straight up a female bodybuilder. A heavyweight already. Her arms are 18" now with visible biceps and triceps without her even flexing. But she does that all the time now. Her 27" quads are thicker than her tight waist. Her abs are almost as deep as mine, a chiseled 8-pack when flexed. She loved to flex and show off her abs. Her chest now a pair of dense mountainous pecs. No womanly breasts. She never cared for having tits anyway. She's much happier with her new chest, she brags with that gorgeous smile of hers.

What finally pushed me over the edge was when I asked her if she'd reached her dreams. If she was finally even close to being muscular enough.

"I'm nowhere close, musclebear. I wanted to become the most muscular human being ever. I want muscles so big they restrict my movement. So big I'll need to be fed through a tube, since my hands can't get close to my face. If I could even become immobilized by my sheer muscle mass, that would be amazing."

She revealed the true depths of her obsession. The utter madness of it. And I just can't be a part of that.

So tonight I'm going to confront her. I'm going to confess about my wish. My true feelings for her. And my hate for the depravity of her obsession.

She's coming home from the gym now. She'll have grown again. But now is the time. I just can't last any longer.

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"Oh, hi muscleman. You waiting for your big ol' musclegirl to get home"

"No, uh. Actually. Yeah. I am. We need to talk."

"Sure thing. I can't wait to write out my new gains. Check out these pecs. They're getting so beefy."

"Anya. This isn't right."

"Yeah, I know. I am working on my pecs a little too much lately so my balance is going a little off. But I just love building my chest pillows."

"ANYA! I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR FUCKING MUSCLES!"

"Is everything okay, hunky muscles?"

"No it's not okay. I hate these stupid fucking nicknames and I hate these fucking muscles."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't like the nicknames. I'm sorry Ben. But you clearly don't hate muscles. You wouldn't be growing them so well otherwise."

"I didn't want any of this. Anya I love you. But not this. Not this version of you. Not me, being like this."

"I don't understand Ben. You've always supported me. Encouraged me. And you're helping me grow so much."

"I didn't mean for any of that. I bought this stupid stick. One Wish Willow. And it granted my wish. I wished to be the perfect man for you. One that you'd love. It made me great at cooking for you. Super helpful in your planning. It made my muscles grow for you. More keen to work out and exercise. It even made my body help you grow with sex. I didn't want any of this. I just wanted to be with you."

"Ben. I."

"But you only want to be with me because of this stupid wish. Because I've got fucking muscles. And to grow your own fucking muscles."

"YOU DUMMY! YOU BIG SEXY FUCKING DUMMY! I've been waiting for years. I didn't care about your muscles, or your body. Or even the amazing power that's making me grow. I want you. I've always wanted you. But you always pushed me away whenever I tried to get close. And then you started growing super hot muscles, I just couldn't let you go. I had to have you. You had to be mine. And then I started growing too. I knew it was impossible, but it was so amazing. So perfect. You were so perfect. I wanted to do anything to make you happy. I thought you were happy."

"I...I don't understand."

"I've always wanted you Ben. You were always the man I loved.The only thing I wished for you was you to have big, powerful, sexy muscles. But I didn't care if you did or not. A true perfect man would make my dreams come true, however implausible the method may be. But I didn't care if you couldn't. I always wanted you. I wanted that man to be you. If this whole wish thing is true, that's what I wanted. I want you. I love you."

"Then why did... I just."

"I thought you loved muscles too. You were the only one to support me. To never chastise me or call me crazy for my passion. I thought you were loving this whole thing as much as me. Growing bigger and bigger muscles. Together."

"I don't. I've never cared for muscles. And I've hated your obsession over them. It's the only part of you. That I've never liked. I'd accepted it. Tolerated it. But now it's all going too far. And I can't take it anymore."

"................that wish stick. I know where one is. I found it in one of your old bags. If you want to unwish this thing."

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"Here you go Ben."

"I want things to go back to normal. Hhhrrrrggghhh..... Hhhhrrrrrrrrrrrrgh...... It won't break."

"Strange. Oh, the box says only one wish per person. Wait, so you can't unwish it then, can you."

"Yeah. I can't. You can though!.... No. Wait. I'm sorry. This is stupid. You can wish for anything you want with this thing. This was meant to be your present. My gift to you. I shouldn't take your wish, just to undo my mistake."

"Are you sure? Ben, I don't want you to be miserable. I want you to be happy too."

"Knowing that you love me. And not my body. That helps. It may take some time. But maybe I can get used to this. With you. So wish for whatever you want."

"The only thing I want, my sweet Ben. I wish you, Ben, love muscles as much as I do."

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[The Raven]

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I think Anya is a bit selfish for wishing that Ben would love muscle, just after he said that he would get used to it over time. But I guess they are fit for each other. Great story as always!

[The Raven]

I think Anya is a bit selfish for wishing that Ben would love muscle, just after he said that he would get used to it over time. But I guess they are fit for each other. Great story as always!

You could see her as being selfish, but she waited for him for years. Thinking that he liked muscles like she did, not realising he didn't because he always supported her. He wanted to be the perfect man for her. Now he will be. Thanks for commenting.