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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: rs410 on December 13, 2019, 09:38:58 pm
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Hello, everyone! I'm really excited to share this new story I've been working on. After The Muscle Nurse, I had a stroke of inspiration to pen a muscular anatomy teacher. Been writing and brainstorming like crazy and I'm fairly satisfied with what I have so far. Just a heads up, there is a female muscle growth element at play, so if you're looking for realism this story kind of bends it a bit. Hope you all enjoy!
The Anatomy Teacher
Chapter 1
Today was the day that Ashley Gross would start as the new anatomy and physiology teacher at Northeast High School. She had been handpicked by the school's principal due to her expertise, a fact that she held with pride. You see, Ms. Gross, as her students were to call her, was not your average high school teacher. Far from it. She was a bodybuilder. And not just any bodybuilder. She was a living freak of nature.
It all started at the age of three, when Ashley first began to show signs that she was something special. Her muscular development was far past that of an average toddler. Her parents were concerned; no normal little kid should have visible muscles the size of an amateur weightlifter. They took her to multiple doctors, all of which had no explanation for her "symptoms." Test after test was run. The only explanation was that Ashley Gross was simply... better. Genetic tests confirmed as such. Doctors wanted to study her some more, but her parents had none of it. They thought it was best to just bring her home and have her live as normal of a life as possible.
As she got older, Ashley was embarrassed by her noticeable muscles. She even went to extreme lengths to starve herself just to rid herself of them. By the time she started high school, she looked like your average teenage girl. The teasing stopped. She was more than happy to be rid of the "man muscles" that had shamed her throughout her whole childhood. At least, she thought she was.
Truth be told, Ashley never minded her muscles per se. Before she was made fun of, she found them to be empowering. It was cool having the strength to do things most girls couldn't. Society was what had turned her away from her identity, stripped her of what made her special. But no longer.
One day during freshman year, Ashley passed the school's weightlifting room. The football team was in there for one of their after-school workouts. Teen boys were taking turns spotting each other on the bench press. Others were working the weight machines. Ashley couldn't help her curiosity. It'd be neat to lift weights like the boys did. Why should girls stay away? All because society doesn't want them to have muscles like the guys?
Well, I think men are just intimidated, Ashley thought. You know what, screw it.
The next day, Ashley brought some gym clothes to school and stood after to use the weight room. She got a few looks from the guys in there, but she kept her head down and kept working. Ashley ended up making this a habit; she would catch a workout every day after school for an hour. Within a week, she could see her old musculature coming back. Torn between societal pressures to fit in, especially at her age, and her own identity, Ashley did her best to ride the middle ground. Luckily it was fall, with winter fast approaching, so she could get away with wearing long sleeve shirts and jeans. However, when spring rolled around, this became much more challenging. As it was she already was having a hard time concealing her thick, muscular physique with clothes. Were she to show some skin, there would be no question that she wasn't just bulky, but muscly.
Despite her social fears, Ashley's confidence in her own skin grew with her muscles. By the end of freshman year, she walked around the halls unashamed of her body. Her friends immediately noticed.
"Ooh, girl what's that lump on your arm?! Eww!"
"Why are you getting so muscly?"
"Are you sure you don't want to be a man?"
Those were just a few of the things her friends would say to her about her muscles. There would be many nights where Ashley would come home in tears feeling all alone in the world. Even her own parents didn't understand. Every time she would bring it up they would brush it off and tell her to "just diet down." They couldn't be bothered having an "abnormal" daughter.
"Why do you want to build up those... muscles? Don't you want to be ladylike?" her mom would ask. "How about you just have a salad for dinner, sweetie?"
No one got it. Ashley wanted to be big and strong. No matter how much she was ridiculed, she wouldn't stop lifting. In fact, she would continue in spite of it all. Thus, by the time high school was over, Ashley had no friends and muscles the caliber of professional bodybuilders.
College was not much different. Although she tried to avoid people by taking online classes, the inevitable in-person ones did nothing but jade her further. Students would choose seats far away from her and giggle amongst themselves at Ashley's "mannish" physique. She had chosen education as her major, perhaps in a desire to inform the ignorant people of the world.
Ashley continued to keep to herself all through college. Freaky as she may be, her grades were stellar and she showed remarkable aptitude as a teacher. As such, she was able to land her current job at Northeast High without too much of a problem. They may not like her muscles, but they would like her teaching skills.
And perhaps it was mere coincidence that Ashley Gross returned to the very high school she came to despise. But she knew better. There was a grudge that needed to be settled. She would show these spoiled, ignorant brats just what it meant to be a girl. And it would all start in her anatomy and physiology class.
Ashley entered the classroom wearing oversized baggy sweats. Hardly fitting attire for a teacher. However, she was no normal teacher. She was a freak. She was "gross." Those were the common words used to describe her back in the day. They weren't inaccurate, Ashley reasoned. Maybe her last name was a sign. She was meant to be this way. Gross.
"I am Ms. Gross," Ashley stated with a firm, commanding tone as she walked up to her desk at the front of the class.
"And this is anatomy and physiology."
The class looked at her quizzically. Her attire was the first thing they noticed. Way out of place. Especially at a school like Northeast High. Yet, she had an air about her. A presence in the room that said, "I own this shit." They looked at Ms. Gross in rapt attention. She already was in complete control.
"Now, without wasting time..." Ashley moved in front of her desk to give the class a full view of herself. "Let's talk about anatomy. Specifically, the muscular system. Can someone tell me a part in that system?"
A nerdy, timid-looking girl raised her hand in the front row.
"The biceps brachii?" she squeaked.
Huh. Maybe they all weren't so bad, Ashley thought. This nerdy girl seemed eager and nice enough. Still, they would all bear witness to her.
"Correct," Ashley said.
She raised her arms and began to curl them inward. Two large lumps rose on her arms, clearly visible through her sweats. Some of the students raised their eyebrows and exchanged disbelieving glances. Did they all just see the same thing? As soon as she was about to reach the apex of her flex, Ashley lowered her arms.
"Biceps brachii. One of my favorites. Any others?"
Some dumb looking kid raised his hand. "Gluteus maximus," he guffawed stupidly at his own statement.
Ashley scoffed internally at the kid's remark.
"Yes. Correct."
She turned her back to the students and, with hands on her hips, tightened her glutes. Her sweat pants knotted and tightened as she flexed her butt. However, this too only lasted for a quick second.
The class sat stunned at what Ms. Gross had just done. It was certainly on the border of appropriateness for a teacher, at the very least. But what about how her butt bunched up like that? No average one does that to pants like those.
"Another?"
Silence. The classroom was filled with a mixture of curiosity, apprehension, and discomfort. After a few moments, the nerdy girl raised her hand again.
"Yes?" Ashley gestured to the girl.
"Pectoralis major and minor," she stated.
"Very good," Ashley praised.
She stuck out her arms in front of her and clasped them together. Noticeable bumps could be seen in her bust area through the sweatshirt. She alternated flexing her left and right pecs once over.
Some students audibly gasped. This teacher just bounced her pecs in front of the class. There was no way this was happening.
"You see, class, the best way to learn anatomy..." Ashley began to remove her sweat shirt. She grabbed it with both hands from the bottom and started to peel it up over her body. Ever so slowly the class was able to see what had been under them this whole time.
First they witnessed the most insane, inhuman, cut abs ever to grace their eyes. Even as Ashley had extended her body to remove her sweatshirt, her abs still looked like chunky blocks of brick. One of the students in the back inhaled sharply.
As the shirt climbed up Ashley's hulking frame, the class was treated to the widest V taper they would ever see. Ashley's lats flared out like wings; they made her look even more powerful than she already appeared.
As Ashley lifted her shirt past her shoulders, many more gasps could be heard. She was wearing a tiny light blue bra and that was it. Her boulder shoulders looked perfectly capped and cut. There wasn't an ounce of fat on them, yet they were bigger than Ashley's head!
"What the-?" one kid said in disbelief.
"Oh my god..." said another.
Ashley tossed her sweatshirt on her desk. Her lips couldn't help but curl into a satisfied smirk.
"... is to have a visualization. An anatomy chart. I'm here today to be that for you all," she said smugly.
The anatomy teacher casually slipped off her sweatpants in one deft motion, revealing a tiny light blue thong and giant, heavily muscled legs. They were in clear bodybuilding contest condition. Veins and ripped sinewy muscle covered Ashley's lower body. It was hard to argue that she wouldn't make a good candidate for an anatomy chart. Each muscle on her was distinct and protruding.
The students mouths were hanging open in a mixture of shock and disgust. Their teacher had just completely disrobed in front of them. And weirder yet, she was a female bodybuilder.
"Now, let's review," Ashley continued. It was as if she wasn't half naked in front a classroom full of students. "Biceps brachii."
She curled her arms into an intense front double biceps pose. Giant peaks rose atop her muscular upper limbs. At the apex of her flex, Ashley's peaks began to form their own peaks. The students had never seen anything like this before. Sure, they had all come across pictures of bodybuilders at some point, photoshopped or otherwise, but Ms. Gross was different. For one, she was a female. Secondly, she was probably more muscular than any of the bodybuilders they had seen.
Ashley's arms were the perfect combination of ripped and huge. She was clearly well within the range of single digit body fat, yet her arms were the size of the biggest off-season bodybuilders. Not that her students would truly appreciate that fact. How much hard work went into this body. Ashley scrunched her face up in annoyance over their naïveté.
"And from behind..." she turned around and went into a back double biceps pose. Ridges and lumps were everywhere along the teacher's arms and back. She was truly ginormous. Her bicep peaks jutted out many inches from her jacked arms. Her back was the epitome of ripped; wide and bursting with ridges of muscular development.
The students continued to sit in awe. Was this really happening right now?
"Next was... gluteus maximus, I think," Ashley went on.
Still with her back to the class, Ashley put her hands on her hips and tightened her glutes. They immediately hardened into tight knots of chiseled female muscle. And they were big. Each ball of muscle had to at least be the size of a bowling ball, if not bigger, and just as hard. The class soon understood how Ms. Gross was able to show off her glutes through her clothes. There was some serious muscle development going on down there. She was yoked.
Ashley tightened her glutes further, and the students could swear they heard the sound of skin being knotted. It was sick. Each cheek was 100% muscle; there was not an ounce of fat on them.
"Pectoralis major and minor..." Ms. Gross turned to face the class again. There wasn't so much as a hint of embarrassment on her face despite her body being on display in front of her teenage students. In fact, she was struggling to stop from outright cheesing.
Bring her arms out in front of her like before, Ashley began to alternatively flex each of her muscular pectorals. Like every other part of her body, there was no fat to speak of. Her breasts were instead replaced by two globes of pectoral muscles. No one could say Ms. Gross didn't have a bust; her chest was bigger than most women's and she didn't even have boobs anymore.
A few students groaned in disgust. This teacher was an abomination. It was one thing to have muscles, but she didn't even have breasts? This bitch might as well have been a man. At least, that's what they thought. To Ashley, she was the pinnacle of everything a woman should be. The genetic alpha female. And she was going to prove it.
Her bra strained to contain her jumping pecs. Each globe formed into a tightened mass of muscle as it got its turn to flex. There was no doubt that Ms. Gross could bench some serious weight with those things on her chest. Some of the bigger jocks in the class couldn't help but feel a pang of inadequacy just looking at her. But she was a roided out juice monkey who had been lifting for years, right? Of course she was bigger than them. Give them a few more years and they'd be way more jacked than her if they really wanted to. Their minds raced to come up with justifications for the demonstrable muscular superiority of Ms. Gross.
Ashley lowered her arms to her side and stopped her pec dance. Even standing there the students could tell just how intimidating their anatomy teacher was. Her presence exuded strength and a subtle, controlled dominance.
Ms. Gross took a moment to survey her class. Everyone was looking at her with jaws agape, eyes bugged out. They all sat straight up in their chairs trying to process what was happening. No one uttered a word. Good. She had their attention now. Time for the real fun to begin
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great beginning and class introduction, looking forward to reading more.
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That was fun. So like to read what happens next.
Perhaps she inspired some girls to grow muscles herself and so anatomy class becomes a new meaning
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I would sure like to take THAT Anatomy Class! Cannot wait to see where she goes next. A hell of an opening for her first class!
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Well, you have my attention. Incredible start!
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The Muscle Nurse was amazing, and this looks like it's going to be even better!
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Great work. Love how confident she is. ;)
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This is going to be interesting. You have my attention. I look forward to the next chapter!
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Next chapter is out! Been looking forward to really get the ball rolling. Hope you all like this part.
Chapter 2
"You there! Girl. What's your name?" Ms. Gross pointed to the nerdy girl who had volunteered earlier. She seemed taken aback by Ashley's display, but there was a look of... -was that fascination?- in her eyes.
The nerdy girl hesitated. "J-Jenny," her voice shook.
"Jenny. I have a quiz for you. Do you want to touch the anatomy chart?" she said, gesturing to her own body. "Put your hands where the latissimus dorsi are."
"Uhh, I-uhh" Jenny stammered.
"Don't be shy. I won't bite. Promise." Ashley gave Jenny a warm, comforting smile.
Jenny laughed nervously and returned a weak smile. She rose from her seat and walked over to Ms. Gross.
"Go ahead," Ms. Gross encouraged. "The latissimus dorsi," she repeated. "Know where that is?"
Jenny nodded. Ms. Gross turned her back for the class to see. She put her hands on her hips and waited. Jenny brought one of her hands up to the teacher's left lat, her eyes fixated on the muscular woman to measure her reaction. The teacher's body was surprisingly warm. And really hard. Jenny couldn't help but open her mouth opened in awe. Ms. Gross seemed really strong.
"Good job," Ms. Gross praised. "Keep your hand where it is and show the class the other one."
Feeling a bit less shy, the nerdy girl extended her other arm to reach out and touch Ashley's right lat. However, Ms. Gross wasn't going to make it that simple. After all, this was her show. She was a living anatomy chart.
Ms. Gross began to expand the wings that she called lats. Hands firmly on her hips, she widened her back. Her muscles immediately flared out in dramatic fashion. Jenny, who had already been struggling to place her hand on the other lat, found that she could no longer reach it. Ms. Gross was too wide.
"Just blowing it up so the students in the back can see," Ms. Gross said nonchalantly. It was as if she were talking about magnifying the text size on a PowerPoint slide. Except this was her own body. Well, she did want to be the perfect anatomy teacher after all.
"Guhh... Gahh!" Ashley bit her lips as she stretched out her lats.
Audible cracks could be heard as she flexed them bigger and wider. Jenny's eyes widened as she beheld Ashley's muscle growth up close. More cracks. Ashley groaned as she felt her body expand with more muscle. Jenny tried her best to stretch out and reach for the lats of Ms. Gross. Too wide. Way too wide. Even fully outstretched, Jenny was fully eclipsed by her teacher's growing shadow.
The students let out gasps and cries of disbelief. Their own anatomy teacher was growing right in front of their eyes. This shouldn't be humanly possible.
"Guh... Ahhhh..." Ashley sighed in relief and slight bliss as she released her flex. "Thank you, Jenny. You may sit down now."
Jenny, in spite of herself, squeezed the now noticeably bigger left lat of Ms. Gross before returning to her seat. Gosh, she felt so strong.
Ashley's back remained in its new widened, hulking state despite the release of her flex. She turned back to face her class. Some students were exchanging glances with each other and trying to make sense of what they saw. How had she done it? It had to be some sort of trick. There was no way someone could just grow bigger like that... Was there?
Ashley wanted to erase any doubt in their minds that what they saw was fake. She smiled and cranked into a most muscular pose. The swole teacher's muscles came to life again as the she willed them into compliance. More veins began to appear on her body. The existing ones thickened as they filled with blood. All the better to pump up and feed her muscle growth.
"I'm the most muscular person you all will ever see," Ms. Gross boasted with pride. "The perfect anatomy chart. Much better than those diagrams you find in textbooks. Way more definition. Way more muscle. I mean, just look at me."
To Ashley's credit, she wasn't wrong. Each individual muscle group on her body was in jutting, swollen prominence. Her sweeping, bulging triceps, her hulking mammoth traps, her ripped abdominal wall. All of it was on clear display. There was no mistaking that Ms. Gross was a hardcore bodybuilder.
Ms. Gross groaned as she turned her flex up a notch. Fat, juicy veins came to life all over her chest, arms, and neck. She had always wanted to do this. Ever since she was a little girl she knew she had this potential. This was only the second time she had ever let loose, though. The first being on accident when she was a little girl. It was one of her earliest memories. She was playing around admiring her muscles and flexing in front of the bathroom mirror. Perhaps she got too excited and flexed a bit too hard, but her body had begun to creak and expand with muscle. Truth be told, it had scared her. She was already enough of a genetic freak as it was. Vowing to never tell anyone or do it again, Ashley had buried her secret. Until now. She knew it was time to show the world just what she was capable of.
Her body creaked and popped as it added more mass to every muscle on her body. This woman was literally getter larger every passing moment. More fat veins. More muscle. More pump. She was becoming seriously swole.
"Mmmph!" Ashley groaned. It hurt so good.
The students were getting a bit rowdy now. A few girls covered their mouths in horror and revulsion. Some dudes laughed and began whispering to each other. Ashley thought she heard the word "freak" being tossed around. She was a grown woman now, but the words still cut her like knives; they reopened old wounds. It brought up all of the times she was made fun of in school. All of the hushed words and averted gazes. All of the solitary lunches and the tear-filled nights in bed.
With tears forming in her eyes, Ms. Gross flexed harder.
"Whisper all you want. You can't stop me. Can't stop these.... muh... muh... muh... mmmmuscles!"
Ashley convulsed as a wave of muscle growth came over her. The anatomy teacher's body continued to creak and crack and groan with growth as her muscles grew and her skin stretched. It was a beautiful kind of pain. Like delayed onset muscle soreness, but a few days worth of it all at once. There was nothing Ashley savored more than the feeling of her muscles burning. It meant that she would grow and be bigger than before. Her genes were working.
"Put your clothes on, you freak! You're not even as huge as male bodybuilders. They're way bigger."
The scathing words came from a jock in the back wearing a tank top and some jewelry around his neck. He was tall and well-muscled for a high schooler. Looked like a member of the football team.
His words out of anyone else stung most of all. They hit Ashley at the very core of her being. It was one thing to be labeled a freak and an outcast. That much she had endured her whole life. It was another to question her muscular superiority. No one does that to her. She would not stand this. How could anyone deny her superior genetics?
"SHUT UP!! All of you!!" Ms. Gross breathed heavily. She was angry now.
The classroom immediately fell silent.
"Not even as big as the males?! How daaaaare you!" Ashley crunched down on her flex.
She groaned with strain. Her traps had almost risen to her ears now. This gave her a monstrously thick and solid appearance. Especially given that her comparatively tiny bra strings were struggling to stay attached up her giant neck. Her pecs were vibrating and her ripped arms were shaking out of both strain and anger. Fat, meaty veins began to surge into prominence on her biceps' heads. Their peaks pulsed with power. Her blocky, power-packed forearms were cut and veiny, yet still irrationally huge and powerful. There wasn't anything on Ashley's body that was neglected by her alpha female genes. She made doubly sure of that through her countless hours tearing and breaking down her muscles at the gym. All in the name of muscularity.
"Do you know what hypertrophy is, class?" Ms. Gross asked. "It's muscle growth. What you're witnessing right now. Normally it takes days and weeks and months for muscles to grow. I'm making them grow right now! I AM the most muscular human in the world! I AM a living anatomy chart! YOU take that back!" Ms. Gross paused her flex to point at the mouthy student. Her eyes were wide and crazed. There were veins and sinew and girl beef all over her body. Ashley Gross looked like a true muscle monster.
The football jock sat there for a split second before composing himself. He wouldn't admit that this teacher was a bit scary, but he could tell he hit a soft spot. Years of being a bully had refined this craft. Time to assert his dominance. He would not allow some teacher to be in control. Especially not a female.
"Fuck. You." He threw up two middle fingers. "Disgusting FREAK. Roided out gender-bending monster who can't even get as big as a TRUE male," he spat.
"No..." Ashley said quietly. "No no no..."
She went back into a most muscular pose. Ashley looked down at her body and flexed harder. She could see her hard work and genetics on full display. She was caked with veins and loaded with female muscle.
"No no no NO! I'm big. I'm big..." her voice cracked as she fought back more tears.
More creaking could be heard as the muscle woman put her heart and soul into her crab pose. Ashley didn't know what to believe. She had always had body dysmorphia. Was she really not big enough? She wanted to blow everyone away. To be the biggest, most muscular person to ever exist. With her genetics, she should win. She had to. Or all of this was for nothing.
"It's time to show you all what hypertrophy really is."
Ashley's muscles exploded with a massive spurt of growth. Her arms began to inflate like balloons. It was as if someone had attached an air pump to them. Her skin was creaking dangerously loud now. Her bra began to tear as her growing chest fought against it. Her pectorals began to spill out, revealing Ashley's erect nipples. Her thong snapped as her waist, glutes, and legs expanded with freakish amounts of muscle. The class gasped in astonishment, even the jock.
Ashley was surprised at her level of muscle growth. She had never been this large before. The bigger she felt herself getting, the more it comforted her. These muscles were armor for her sensitive soul. She needed to make them bigger. To protect herself. No one could hurt her if she just got bigger, right? She needed this, Ashley reasoned. That's why she had come here. That's why she had devoted her life after high school to becoming a teacher. Just for this moment. Ashley wanted to humiliate them. To make them feel how badly she had been hurt when she was younger. High schoolers sucked. They were mean and nasty. But she would be the one to teach them a lesson. To make them pay.
"Freak! Freak! Freak!" the jock chanted. A few of his friends joined in.
"Freak! Freak! Freak!"
"Fucking gorilla woman!"
"Yeah, put some clothes on, slut!"
"Nothing but a wannabe male bodybuilder," the jock said. He was trying his best to stop this bitch from getting huger. Even he knew what she was doing was unheard of, but he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. Men were the alpha sex no matter how much this yoked out teacher wanted otherwise.
Ashley sniffled. Tears were streaming freely down her face now.
"Stop... stop..."
She couldn't look at her class. Instead she fixated on her own body. Everywhere she looked was bumps and lumps of beastly muscular development. They were right. She was a freak. This was supposed to be her moment. Her time to shine. Yet here she was. Being bullied again just like when she was in high school.
"My muscles... give me strength..." Ashley sobbed.
"Need more... Need more muscle... Gotta get bigger... My armor... Unnfff." Another growth spurt. Her back expanded and her pecs cracked with growth. The bra was completely destroyed now. It lay in tatters at Ashley's feet.
The shaken Ms. Gross retreated within herself. If she wanted to show them all who was boss, she had to prove just how muscular she really was. They would all behold her muscles, whether they liked it or not. Ms. Gross wouldn't leave this classroom until she saw it through.
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Love the twisted psychology going on here. Can't wait for Ashley to show those dumb jocks what a true Alpha female looks like.
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Imagine her doing a practical test on types of injections allowing them use her as a test subject... that is if a needle can still penetrate her muscle
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I wonder if she meets someone who complements her on her muscles, will she fall madly in love with him and do whatever he wants? It seems like her insecurity makes her quite unbalanced. I'd be interested in seeing how she deals with someone who likes her muscles, instead of the hate that she has gotten so far. k+!
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8) Great story so far. :rock:
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Great again.
Will Jenny try to get as big as her teacher?
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I couldn't agree more with everyone - this story is amazing! I think Jumpy said it just right - it's the psychology of the story that's really unique and supercharges the intensity and hotness. I love how warped Ashley's goal is, literally flexing right through her clothes in the middle of classroom with the express purpose of freaking out the students and proving she's the most hideously muscular human being in the world, and then being devastated when they don't freak out ENOUGH! There's a special magic to that scenario and Ashley's motivation and desires behind it that pushes this story into the stratosphere. And your dialogue and descriptions are incredible! Ashley's grunting and straining - the way she tries to speak normally through the burning agony of all her muscles clenching, and gets off on the pain associated with growing - the harsh insults flung at her that drive her even harder. The way you describe extreme muscularity in your writing has been fantastic from the start, but I feel like you've taken a quantum leap forward with tis story. Your choices of what to describe and the language is so much more specific that it paints a vivid picture. You're damn fearless in how extreme you'l l push your characters' bodies. Sorry to ramble, but I can't say enough about how good this story is. Bravo dude!
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I couldn't agree more with everyone - this story is amazing! I think Jumpy said it just right - it's the psychology of the story that's really unique and supercharges the intensity and hotness. I love how warped Ashley's goal is, literally flexing right through her clothes in the middle of classroom with the express purpose of freaking out the students and proving she's the most hideously muscular human being in the world, and then being devastated when they don't freak out ENOUGH! There's a special magic to that scenario and Ashley's motivation and desires behind it that pushes this story into the stratosphere. And your dialogue and descriptions are incredible! Ashley's grunting and straining - the way she tries to speak normally through the burning agony of all her muscles clenching, and gets off on the pain associated with growing - the harsh insults flung at her that drive her even harder. The way you describe extreme muscularity in your writing has been fantastic from the start, but I feel like you've taken a quantum leap forward with tis story. Your choices of what to describe and the language is so much more specific that it paints a vivid picture. You're damn fearless in how extreme you'l l push your characters' bodies. Sorry to ramble, but I can't say enough about how good this story is. Bravo dude!
Wow, thank you so much. I'm quite flattered by your glowing words. 🙏 Like I've said before, I'm a huge fan of your writings and have taken a lot of inspiration from them. It's awesome to see that you like my stories as well.
Mr. Shhh hit the nail on the head with the themes he mentioned; they're exactly what I go for when I write. I believe that having an insight into a muscle woman's mind (one that is focused solely on getting huge and perhaps is a bit unstable as such) on top of descriptions of her muscles really makes the story experience all the more satisfying. That's what I have adored about Mr. Shhh's stories and is part of what makes them special.
Anyway, I'm hard at work on the next chapter. Having a little bit of difficulty getting it quite right, but it will hopefully be out in the near future. Stay tuned!
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This story is amazing!! Looking forward to the next chapter
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Managed to work out the next chapter! Also, I've been toying with incorporating a futanari element into the story (as in, Ashley would become one). Not sure how that would be received, though. I know it's not everyone's cup of tea and isn't a theme I had in mind originally. I'll add a poll to get a pulse and go from there. Please make sure to vote if you enjoy the story! Especially if you feel strongly one way or another. Anyway, onto the chapter!
Chapter 3
"What are you babbling about, freak? Get out of this class and never show your face around here again," the jock said.
"Armor... Armor... ArMoRrRrRrR!" Ms. Gross groaned in muscle agony.
Her muscles responded to her demand. Within the blink of an eye, Ashley's delt caps expanded with cut, beefy girl muscle. All the better to be impenetrable shoulder pads. Her lats flared out impossibly wider on her back. All the better to protect her from behind and intimidate those in front. Her abdominals creaked as they tightened ever further on her stomach. Giant slabs of muscle jutted out of the bodybuilder woman's stomach by unholy proportions. All the better to absorb blows and maneuver her body. Her calves ballooned out of her legs in dramatic fashion. All the better to jump and run. Ashley's genes were redefining what it meant to be a woman. What it meant to be human.
At this stage, it was hard to ignore that Ms. Gross had a level of muscular development well beyond the bounds of most women, with or without chemical enhancement. Hell, she was more ripped and buffed up than most males. And that was if you were in denial. Ashley Gross was already the most muscular, big, yoked out human being on the planet.
"Make meeeee... Ugggh!" Ms. Gross struggled to speak through the pain of her muscle growth. "I'm going to flex on ALL of you!" She was gaining back her confidence the more she grew.
The jock stared in reluctant awe at the abomination at the front of the class. Shit, she was big. And she wasn't backing down. Time to take it up a notch.
"What kind of a teacher are you? Coming into the class and stripping down like a SLUT. No one likes your body. Women aren't supposed to be muscular. And you don't even have tits! You're gonna get fired and have nothing except the shame of being such a fucking loser FREAK. Am I right?" He turned to one of his friends.
"Y-yeah. Totally. What a freak..." the guy appeared to only half hear his friend.
The jock groaned. "You're no help, Mark."
"What, I'm sorry David! It's just..."
"Just what?" David spat.
"She's really big, man... I don't think even Arnold looked like this in his prime," Mark said softly. "It's... scary."
"Of course he didn't! He was WAY more aesthetic and muscular. Not to mention more alpha. He wasn't some wannabe muscle posing BUTCH DYKE WHORE," David said with venom, making sure to drive every one of those last words home. Even he knew that his claim about Arnold might not be true. This teacher was really jacked and cut. Not that he would ever give her the satisfaction of hearing it.
"Need to get bigger... Need to be... unmatched... More armor..." Ms. Gross half whined, half groaned. "I need to show... you all. I... will... show you all."
More muscle growth. Now Ashley was truly a specimen worthy of reverence. Her muscles were bulging against her skin dangerously. Her body creaked with strain as it struggled to contain her added mass. Teardrop quads stuck out past her knees further than what should be humanly possible. Ashley's hamstrings bulged from behind, creating a beyond perfect sweep on the back of her legs. Her glutes remained bunched up and tight as they expanded with added girl muscle.
"More... armor..." Ms. Gross mumbled.
Her biceps expanded with growth and big, fat veins. They were simultaneously shredded and full. There could be no more denying that Ashley had giga pipes the likes of which no one had ever seen. She was a muscle monster. A true credit to bodybuilding. The epitome of shred. The apex of swole. But she wasn't done yet.
"Ms. Gross... Please... Stop... This is scary. Please put some clothes on," chimed in a fearful, skinny boy in one of the middle rows.
"Shut your mouth you scrawny weakling! I'm BUSY here. There is no other way to showcase an anatomy chart than to reveal EVERYTHING. You will all witness my ascension and BOW before my muscular glory." Ashley was starting to really feel herself now. She would force everyone in this room to watch her transformation from impressive to impossible. And then she would show the world.
Ashley put her bulging arms behind her head, a difficult feat given how massive they were, and cranked into a picture perfect abdominal flex.
"Arrrrggggghhhhh!!"
Even though the pose was traditionally meant to highlight the core, pretty much every muscle on Ashley's already yoked out body was flexed into muscle growth.
"Beeeeeeeffffffff.... Mmmph!" Ms. Gross grunted in pleasurable pain. She loved being swole.
The class watched as their teacher's stomach tightened as her abdominals became unrealistically defined and blocky. Her obliques transformed from cut to uber ripped in a matter of seconds. It appeared as if her midsection was shrinking right before their eyes, but Ms. Gross knew better. Shrinking wasn't in her vocabulary. Everything else was simply getting bigger as her core got tighter and more knotted with stronger, muscle-stuffed girl meat.
Ashley moaned as her legs audibly creaked with expansion. Her quadriceps were ripped beyond comprehension. She had teardrop muscles cut to perfection. And Ashley's abductor and adductor muscles were not to be neglected; they're what really made her legs look massive. The yoked out anatomy teacher spread her legs to accommodate for the added muscle she was packing on.
The noises emanating from Ms. Gross were sickening. Between the sounds of her muscles and skin growing and stretching, to her howls of pain and determination, it all fed the notion that she was an abomination. She was a disgusting mass of sinew and muscle. Exactly what Ashley wanted. For so long she had rejected her potential, but no more. If she couldn't be loved for her muscles, she would be feared.
"Oh my god. How is this possible?" said a kid to his friend.
"It's... not. There's no way anyone can just grow muscles out of nowhere like that," his friend responded.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," said another student.
"Me too," said a girl.
"Good!" Ashley spat. "Pay homage to my muscles. Your body may reject what it's witnessing, but you cannot deny me. I'm the most powerful person in the world. NO ONE has a body like me," Ms. Gross proclaimed.
"Fuck that," David said. "You might have muscles, but you're not close to being the strongest person in the world. I bet you couldn't even win an armwrestling contest against an amateur male powerlifter." He was grasping at straws now. Anything to get this situation back under his control.
"You insolent little SHIT!" Ms. Gross said. "I'm even STRONGER than I look. Watch."
Releasing her flex and pausing her painful muscle growth, Ms. Gross sighed in relief and lumbered over to the closed classroom door. She forcefully grabbed ahold of the doorknob. Angling herself so that the class could see what she was doing, Ms. Gross tensed the arm grabbing the doorknob.
Within an instant, sinewy girl muscle flexed on Ashley's already swole forearm. Giant, sick-looking veins jumped into view on her blocky, dense piece of meat that she called an arm.
"What, are you gonna rip it from its socket?" David scoffed. "As if. Besides, even if you could, I bet it's just some cheap trick. This school is a shithole. Everything breaks around here." He crossed his arms.
Ignoring the incessant bully, Ms. Gross continued to concentrate on the task at hand. Her body shook as she poured all her might into squeezing her forearm. More inevitable cracking. This sounded different, though. It was a mixture of muscle growth and... something else. Was that... the doorknob? Ashley's meat-stuffed arm began to grow thicker. Denser, meatier veins sprouted on her monstrous limb.
"Muscle.... Muscle always wins," Ms. Gross stated breathily through grit teeth, her face red and her body shaking. Overcoming a challenge like this was exhilarating for her. Finally she could show off what her body was capable of.
Crrrrrrunch.
All of a sudden, her hand crushed the doorknob. A loud crackling crunch could be heard as the muscle monster completed her feat of strength. Ms. Gross slowly opened her hand and let the now destroyed metal doorknob fall to the ground in pieces.
"Ah, can't be uneven now, can we," Ms. Gross remarked as she looked down at her other comparatively smaller left arm. Small. Hah. Ashley chuckled internally. The only time that pitiful word would ever be associated with her is when one body part outgrew another. Time to correct this. She curled the wrist of her right arm inward as it lay at her side. At her will, more muscle cracked into existence on her arm. This continued until Ashley was satisfied that it was symmetrical to her other limb.
"Ahhh, much better. Can't be a living anatomy chart without symmetry," Ms. Gross commented.
She flexed her bulging forearms a few times at her side. Her wrists curled as she admired her dense, meaty crushers. They pulsed visibly as their fat veins transported blood to the area, ready to perform at Ashley's will. God, it felt good to be strong. The strongest. After indulging in a few more squeezes of her powerful forearms, Ashley addressed the class.
"Now, since none of you can leave, it's time for you all to accept your fate. You WILL bow to my might."
"As if, you psycho," David said. He nudged his friend Mark forcefully.
"Yeah... No way. Still looking pretty small... Ahaha..." he laughed nervously.
"You think your cheap parlor tricks can work on us? Besides, I've seen strongmen with bigger torsos than you," David lied. "So just sit the fuck down and stop this shitshow."
"NEVER!" Ms. Gross roared. "GrrrRRrrrRrrRRRrrrrrRRR... GAAAAAAAAHHHH!!"
Now this kid had really done it. She was triggered.
Ms. Gross went into a vicious front lat spread, fanning out her muscular wings like an animal intimidating a threat.
"GRRRR... HRRRRRR... NNNNGGGGGHHH!!" Ms. Gross strained extra hard. She wanted to seriously freak out her class now.
"Fucking stop! Stop!" the now desperate jock exclaimed. "You sick freak!"
Ashley's whole body was vibrating. Keeping her lats flexed to the extreme was pushing the yoked teacher to the limit. Just how big could her muscles get? This degree of willpower to keep her muscles tensed was pushing new boundaries even for a stud like Ashley. Her face was flushed red as her veins pulsed visibly on her jacked physique. The cracking and the creaking was like a melody to Ashley.
Crrrrrraaaackkkkkk.
Crrrraaacckkkkkkk.
Creeeeeaaaaaaaaakkkk.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Ms. Gross moaned.
The room was filled with the sound of Ashley's superior genetics. She was a mutated muscle monster. No one could deny that her body was that of a goddess. Could they? Wouldn't hurt to keep going. To keep growing. Just to silence the haters. To prove to herself that she was the alpha supreme.
"More hypertrophy. I need more! More muscle. Biceps, triceps, pecs, lats, traps, quads, hamstrings, calves, abs... ALL of it. I need it all BIGGER!! MORE!!" Ms. Gross pleaded to herself with feverish desire.
It was intoxicating seeing her own body swell and widen with growth. The satisfaction seeped into her mind like a cool, liquid muscle serum. All she could think of right now was her muscles. How beautiful they looked, how big they were... But they could always be bigger. There was always room for growth. Isn't that what people always say? That there's always room for you to grow? Well, it held a different meaning for Ashley.
After a few more breathtaking moments of creaking muscle expansion, Ashley was as wide as she was tall. It wasn't possible. The human body just didn't work like that. She released her hold on the titanic lat spread.
"Ohhhh yeahhh..." Ashley moaned. Her muscles were beyond sore from the process. Especially her back. Just the way she liked it.
The classroom was silent once again.
Ms. Gross sighed in content as she took her time to examine the expressions on each of her flabbergasted students' faces. She allowed her lips to curl into a crazed, self-satisfied smile. Her eyes were widened in exhilaration.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
Ashley's bulging, thick, scary vein-filled neck snapped to the source of the outburst. That stupid jock David again.
"What's so funny, runt?!" Ms. Gross demanded.
David wiped away a tear from his eye.
"Ahahah. Oh man. You are a piece of work, bitch," David replied. "What happened to being an anatomy chart? You are the most asymmetrical, disgusting, DISPROPORTIONATE THING to ever walk the planet. You look like a stump! Ahahahaha! Congratu-fucking-lations." David clapped in mockery of the musclebound freak show that was his teacher.
"Dispro-..." Ms. Gross choked on the word. The anatomy teacher looked down at her body in panic.
No...
What had she done?
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Really cool, sexy, fun story so far! I rather like futa, but it's not to everyone's taste. I do think though that since she's so far beyond human, she could have a mega-jacked steroid clit that serves as a grotesquely bloated she-cock just like the rest of her insane freakshow body. What great descriptions!
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Great chapter and would like to read what's next. Also think her clit got much much bigger.
Would like to read what the girls in the class things.
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Fantastic work so far, chapter three was especially great!
Personally I'm not a fan of futanari, but that's just me.
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I think Ashley should be victorious & regain her dignity while conquering the nasty students with her muscles.
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Turns out people are split on the futanari option. I've reset the poll to a new question as a bit of a follow up. Be sure to vote again!
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There's a serious lack of good muscle futa stories out there and, considering how 'out there' this story is, I'm down with it. If Ashley is going to prove her total Alpha supremacy to those dumb jocks, having a bigger manhood than them would certainly do the trick.
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The only pose Ashley hasn't done is some full strength single arm flexing, as a contest with the student who called her disproportionate. She could also whip him at armwrestling as well
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Completely over the top, in the best way possible!
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Turns out people are split on the futanari option. I've reset the poll to a new question as a bit of a follow up. Be sure to vote again!
Can't wait to read what you have in mind.
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Looking good, hopefully you will go with futa.
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I am completely okay with the enlarged clitoris, though I'm wondering how this will be used in the story. I am looking forward to more, whatever happens, k+!
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It takes time to write an excellent chapter.
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Hi, guys. This part took me some time, as I wanted to wait for the polling to play out a bit and make sure I got it just right. As always, I appreciate the interest. 🙏 Enjoy!
Chapter 4
Sniffle.
Sniffle.
The only sound in the classroom now was the pained crying of Ms. Gross and the mock clapping of David.
"It can't... be. How did I...? No..." Ashley sobbed.
She turned her head left and right, taken aback by what her body had become. Her back was officially gigantic. She could physically see it without even having to turn her head around all the way. Her lats were bulging scarily at her sides, made of nothing but genetically fed female muscle. Ashley could feel the power they possessed. There was an inhuman gap of space between her arms and torso now. All of this because of her inhuman lat growth. As impressive as Ashley's body was, "aesthetic" was no longer an adjective that could be used to describe it.
"I was supposed to be an anatomy chart... A living legend to be immortalized in textbooks across the world...! But now... Sniff. Now I'm just... muscle. Hic." Ashley's uncontrollable sobbing was making even David a bit uncomfortable.
"Look, bitch..." David started.
"FUCK YOU!!" Ms. Gross exploded. Her body flared dangerously as it tensed in tearful anger. Veins throbbed visibly on the surface of Ashley's tight, thin skin. Despite overachieving and ruining her dream, the comfort of being a giant muscle woman was still there. It felt... good. Maybe she was aesthetic after all... just in a new way. Society had made anatomy charts based on normal human physiology, and Ashley Gross was much more than "normal." Why was she trying to be the perfect normie human? Yes! That was her problem this whole time. She wasn't thinking outside the box. She wasn't thinking big enough...
"Looks like I've never had thick skin. Heh." Ashley laughed in spite of herself. "But that's okay. I've always had... MUSCLE. HuRrRrRrR!"
Ms. Gross flexed her already freakish arms in front of herself. She watched as her vein-covered bicep heads quivered with slow but sure growth.
"Mmmph. Ugh. Fuck. Hic. " Ms. Gross moaned and sobbed as she drank in the sight of her own growth. Her muscles were getting larger by the second. Her body was creating new networks of veins to feed her hungry muscles and pump them up. It was sick and inhuman and scary. She loved it. So why should she stop?
Still lamenting what once was, what could have been, Ashley's sobbing was soon overtaken by moans. The growth felt too good. Every passing moment of muscle growth eroded her once sought-after goal of becoming a living anatomy chart.
No sense stopping now. I've gone too far, Ashley thought. Too much muscle to be anything other than an abomination. Why not embrace it? Why not keep getting huger and see what her body could do? She was making history right in this very room full of high schoolers. Not to mention the feeling... the intoxicating feeling of her muscles tearing and regrowing even larger than they were before. Ashley lived for that feeling. It’s time she accepted that she was muscle lusting freak.
With that, Ashley unshackled the tucked away safeties in her mind. The ones that had held her back from becoming truly big. From becoming what she was destined to be. Subconsciously, even Ashley had limits to how far she would go. All for the silly notion of being a bulked up, musclebound work of art. To be that anatomy chart. However, the yoked out muscle woman was peeling back the layers. Her unchecked lust for more muscle had done her in. She had no other choice but to push her body as far as her genetics and willpower would allow. In any way possible.
Without fully understanding what she herself was doing, the jacked Ms. Gross spread her legs apart as wide as she could and threw her arms behind her head.
The horrified class was treated to the shameful sight of Ashley's sex. An indecipherable web on veins fed from her titanic thighs and rippling stomach right into her nether region.
"Ugh! Close your legs you slut!" David shouted.
Ms. Gross ignored him and concentrated her energy into her crotch. The muscle woman's previously concealed clitoris was beginning to rear its head out from her thick, muscular legs. Never would she have thought that she'd be displaying her sex for complete strangers to see, but these were desperate times. Nothing could be held back now. She needed more muscle. More growth. Everywhere.
"Hnnnngggg!!" Ashley strained. She could hear the comforting sound of flesh stretching as her clit came to life. Her cheeks turned red from arousal. Fuck, this felt great.
Currently protruding a few inches from her legs, Ashley's clit was throbbing like it never had before. Normally women would be ashamed of having such a big, meaty clitoris. Normally. Hah. Another word not in Ashley's vocabulary.
"Fuck normal," Ms. Gross said. "Mmmph."
Another growth spurt. Her clit thickened and lengthened by another inch.
"Holy shit. That's a good girl," Ashley addressed her clit. "Get bigger for mommy. Show 'em who's boss."
Students began shouting in outrage over this disgusting, inappropriate display.
"What the fuck?!" David couldn't hide his shock.
"She's almost as big as me..." Mark said.
Ms. Gross could no longer hear her class. She was so focused, so enraptured by her growth that nothing else was registering. Just get bigger. Keep getting bigger. Put them to shame. Leave no doubt that you're superior in every conceivable way. And then one up that. And one up it again. And again. And again.
"Hnnnggg!"
Another inch of clit growth. The thing was as big as some male penises now. Fuck yeah.
"Nice and big, don't you think? I'm utterly DESTROYING you males. You all should be ASHAMED. My fucking jacked up clity is bigger than your cocks! Fuck yes. Ugh yeah. Hnnnnfff!"
Its growth wasn't over. Long since unsheathed from its hood, Ashley's clitoris was now as big as a porn star's cock. Except it was all girl meat. And it was throbbing with untapped power and fertility.
The crazed, wide-eyed look Ms. Gross had got more and more extreme as she reveled in the unholy, skin-stretching sound of her clit expanding and protruding out of her body.
"Yessss. Yes yes yessss. I'm huge EVERYWHERE. Nothing can stop me from growing. I'm a fucking gender bending abomination FREAK. Unnfff. Fuck. Feels so good... to be the alpha. Uggghh," Ms. Gross babbled, consumed by her lust for growth.
"Can't stop me now... Never gonna quit... being big. Never. Gotta keep... growing."
Already beet red and throbbing furiously, Ashley's prodigious clit expanded in another round of forced growth. The stretching was borderline agonizing as the blown up anatomy teacher strained with all her might to squeeze every last drop of pump into her clitoris. There was no question it was the most impressive sexual organ humankind had ever seen, male or female. Well over a foot long and bulging with hungry veins just like her muscles, it was the cherry on top of the muscle mountain that was Ashley Gross.
"GrRrRrRrrRrrRRRR!! HNNNNNGGGG!"
The class thought Ashley was literally going to explode. Her deep, thunderous roars of effort and strain penetrated through each student like a lightning strike. They themselves could almost feel what she was going through, what kind of torture she was subjecting herself to all for the sake of being a pumped up female muscle monster.
“Guhhh!” Ashley sighed as she dropped her massive arms down to her side.
Her clitoris was throbbing visibly. Its prodigious length swollen red from both arousal and growth.
“Ahhh... Time to relax for a second, class,” Ashley breathed. She lumbered around behind her desk. Her chair was simply too small to hold a specimen like her, so she brushed it aside with one mighty arm. Having no place to sit, Ms. Gross stood. Her scary, gender-bending clit was now concealed behind her desk, tucked away neatly in the space where most people’s legs would go. But she wasn’t “most people.” And she most certainly didn’t need to relax. Ashley lowered her head and smirked.
The class remained fixated on her intimidating form. Her slabs of muscle meat were inhumanly grotesque and beautiful at the same time. They may not be their taste, but her class couldn’t help but look on in awe as their teacher’s minuscule movements were facilitated by her overgrown muscles.
Thud.
The students jumped as their teacher’s desk became suspended off the ground for a second and thudded back onto the floor.
Thud.
Again.
Thud.
Thud.
Ms. Gross placed her arms on top of her desk to show the class it wasn’t her massive pipes that were causing the desk to stir. This was a sight in itself as her criminally thick biceps bunched up like ginormous tumors while her arms bent to rest on the surface of the desk.
Thud.
“What the fuck is she doing now?” Mark whispered to David.
“I don’t know. Who cares,” David replied, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.
He tried his best to show disinterest at what was going on at the front of the classroom, but the sound of the desk was making it difficult to ignore. And the giant naked muscle woman behind it...
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Ashley bit her lip.
“Alright, what’s up with that fucking noise?” David snapped. “Still not done being annoying or what?” He glared at Ms. Gross.
Instead of returning the petulant student’s look of disdain, Ashley ignored him.
She fluttered her eyes shut as the thudding continued.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Uugghhhh...” Ms. Gross groaned. She bent her head backwards on the last thud. Her bulging neck flexed with the motion, showing off giant veins and corded muscle.
“Is she doing... what I think she’s doing...?” Mark gulped.
David’s eyes widened.
“You FREAK! No way you’re pulling that off with your... with your...” he couldn’t finish his sentence. There was no way this was possible. It had to be another trick...
“Unnnhhh ohhh...” Ashley groaned again at the word “freak.” The desk lifted higher than it ever had and thud back down to the ground.
THUD.
“Stop it!”
THUD.
“Stop!”
THUD.
“STOP IT YOU FUCKING MONSTER!”
“Ohhhhhh! Uuggghhhhh. Mmmmm...”
Ms. Gross licked her lips as the silly boy’s protests left his mouth. It was music to her ears.
“Call me that again... A monster.”
“What?!”
“Say it to me... Please...” Ashley begged. Her breath was ragged and heavy.
“You want to be called a monster? What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch? You’re nothing but a perverted DYKE.”
“MMPH. Ughhhh. That’ll do...”
The desk lifted up once more. It climbed off the ground higher and higher and higher. This time it was high enough that the class was treated (Although, they’d probably use another word...) to Ashley‘s blown up, meaty legs. She was indeed standing; the desk was not being supported by them, which could only mean...
“I was right...” Mark said in fear. “Oh my god...”
Ms. Gross smirked again. The desk rose just high enough to expose what was really going on under there. And it was a sight to behold.
Her clitoris has thickened significantly since the class had last seen it a few moments ago. And it’s length was now that of a baseball bat.
“Urrr...” Ashley adjusted the weight on her clit. Her desk jostled as her superior sexual organ supported it.
Ashley’s clit was straight up muscular. It was red, throbbing, and veiny. Not out of place at all on her jacked, swole body. Fitting for the alpha woman that she was.
“As you can see... class,” Ashley started. There was a slight strain in her voice, but not due to the weight that her clit was holding. Rather, Ms. Gross was trying to contain her intense arousal enough to speak.
“No one is a match for me. Most humans couldn’t even lift this desk using their whole body. And here I am, using my fucking clit. You can’t even begin to comprehend what I’m capable of.” Ms. Gross was certainly growing into the role she wanted, quite literally. No one could match her muscular freakiness.
David was miffed at the air Ms. Gross had about her now. Sure, she was a little big. He’d give her that, maybe. But no way was she superior to a male. No way...
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, bitch. Say that all you want. It won’t make it true. Your tricks aren’t fooling anyone. Now put some fucking clothes on, you ugly wannabe man. No one wants to see your roided out hot air ballooned muscles. And NO ONE wants to see your fucking dick.”
Ashley’s clit lurched at the foolish boy’s taunting.
“Urrfff.” Whoa there, girl, Ashley thought. Her clit sprouted some more veins and additional girth. If Ms. Gross didn’t know better, she’d say her appendage looked... angry.
Ashley stared right into the defiant teen’s eyes. Her gaze pierced right through his very soul.
“I think it’s time to teach you a lesson, boy.”
David gulped reflexively.
“Oh yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?” He crossed his arms.
Ms. Gross remained silent. She began to lumber down the row of desks, knocking them around due to her sheer mass. Her body was too wide for normal things like aisles. It couldn’t conform. Precisely how she liked it. This served to deepen Ashley’s arousal as her muscles bumped into the puny inanimate objects.
“Too big... too big for this. Unnn. Yeahhh...” Ms. Gross muttered as her muscular width shunted aside desk after desk. The students gasped and moved their chairs away in fear. No one dared complain or protest to the unstoppable beast of a woman.
Finally, after a few more moments of navigating the rows, Ms. Gross arrived at the desk of David.
“Congratulations. You made even more of a mess than you already have,” David scolded, looking at the uneven rows of desks that Ms. Gross had disturbed.
“Good. All the better to show my strength...” Ms. Gross breathed. “My muscle...” Her eyes glazed over for a second at the word. Even speaking it made her heart pound with excitement. She needed more of it. Her clit throbbed visibly again. Soon...
“Pssh. Whatever. Anyone can move some cheap desks around. Big deal,” David dismissed.
“But can they do this?” Ms. Gross unceremoniously grabbed ahold of David’s desk on either end.
David was given an extreme close-up of his teacher’s outrageous, bulging arms. Her biceps, even though her arms were fully extended, bulged out of their limbs by a ludicrous proportion; they were actually touching one another. David gulped reflexively. He internally scolded himself for the action.
Then David noticed something. His teacher’s arms began to tense. Veins coalesced on each of the muscle freak’s yoked out biceps. They spread down to her forearms like water down a pipe. They grew thicker and thicker each passing moment. Then a pause. David looked back up at Ms. Gross. She was smiling.
Without so much as a huff of breath, Ashley effortlessly lifted David’s desk over her head. Her giant shoulders bulged and her lats flared powerfully despite the relatively light weight to the swoled up specimen. Ashley herself was making her muscles strain, not the weight. All the better to use them functionally, right? Give everything all you can give, she had always said. Even trivial movements can be an opportunity for growth. For muscle. That was the mentality that had carried her so far. Only now was Ashley truly discovering just how far it could take her.
“Ahhh yeahhhh. So powerful. So strong,” she moaned in muscle lust.
“Neat trick, freak. These cheap desks aren’t too hard to pick up. I could do that when I was in middle school,” David lied. Sure, they weren’t the heaviest things in the world, but overhead pressing them without strain was something he wasn’t sure he could pull off.
“Silence, boy! I’m not done...” Ashley snapped. She closed her eyes. “Urrrr... urrrr... urrrrffff... unnnffff...”
The muscle monster chewed on her plump lower lip as she forced her giant clit to undergo another growth spurt. It stretched a good few inches this time. Ashley was putting everything she had into her pump. Her pussy was soaked in anticipation for what she was about to do.
Ms. Gross took a few steps backward, giving everyone, especially David, a clear view of her superior sexual appendage. It was inhumanly long, thick, and veiny. But most of all, it was strong and muscular.
“Huhhh, huhhh, huhhh...” Ashley took some deep breaths. Her bulbous glutes flexed tight into giant balls of shredded girl beef. But this was merely a welcome side effect of her true goal. Her clitoris began to tense and bulge just like her muscles when she pumped them up. Ashley was flexing her yoked out sex organ with all her might.
“RRRAAAAAHHH!!” Ashley roared. The primal roar of an alpha female.
All of a sudden, Ashley’s massive arms slammed down the desk right onto her erect, twitching clit.
CRACK.
The sickening sound echoed throughout the classroom. It had all happened so fast that some students couldn’t even comprehend it. But David had seen. Ms. Gross had just broken a desk in half with her clit.
“Ohhhhhh fuckkk!” Ashley moaned uncontrollably. “Fuckkkk yeahhhh. Ohhhhh oooooh... Mmph.” A glob of precum plopped our of her sex onto the ground between her giga legs.
“Oooh...” The beastly mass of muscle that was Ms. Gross was freely oozing precum out of her muscle vagina now. She could feel her internal pussy muscles twitching in anticipation. Her clitoris was throbbing viciously. It was harder than any man’s dick had ever been and Ashley had proven it right in front of her class.
“Mmph...” Another glob of precum splatted to the floor.
Ashley began to mindlessly massage her mega clit with both hands, rubbing its length with rhythmic motions. Her breathing became deep and controlled. She wanted to take in every sensation, every feeling of her body. Her temple of muscle. Yes, that’s what it was. A temple fitting for the goddess that she was. Fuck normal. Fuck human. She had transcended that long ago.
“Did you all... did you all SEE what I just did?! Haaah haah ahhhh...” Ms. Gross exclaimed breathily. She was stroking her clit freely, unashamed of the eyes fixated on her. Her pleasure was vocalized with every pause of breath. They couldn’t look away. It didn’t matter if they were disgusted, they were still watching, weren’t they?
“People can’t even break wooden planks over their KNEES! Ahh ugh...” Her stroking quickened at the thought. “And I just shattered a whole desk with my CLITORIS!”
Ashley’s swole arms were moving up and down with such vigor that they were getting a decent pump from her effort. Her veiny, muscle-stuffed blocky forearms were in perfect balance to her giant, raging clit. Only these arms could truly please her the way she wanted. Everything had to be muscle. Everything had to be monster girl meat.
“So- ugh. What do you say now, punk?” Ashley looked down upon the small, fragile teenager before her. Everyone was small to her, no one could possibly compare to what she was. There was no way that she could be denied anymore. She had demonstrated just how far she surpassed human limits. Fuck aesthetics. Ashley wanted something much more, now.
David, for his part, could hardly do much to conceal his shock, but he sure tried.
“I-I... I don’t- There’s no-... It’s just not possible. This has to be some kind of joke. You’re a- you’re a FRAUD!” David stammered. “You’re DISGUSTING. I don’t know what kind of technology you have or what kind of skin suit you’re wearing, but... it’s not funny anymore! Stop it!” David was borderline pleading. He was getting desperate and running out of excuses.
“SKIN SUIT?!” Ms. Gross asked, incredulous. Her eyes bugged out at the ridiculous notion. “You think THIS-“ She lowered herself and brought her left arm to bare right in front of the little shit’s face. “-IS A SKIN SUIT?!”
Ashley curled her beyond massive arm into a bicep flex. Her gigantic forearm bunched and coiled with tight, skin stretching girl meat. Ashley made a point to flex as hard as she could. Her mountainous bicep rose and rose and rose as she painstakingly called upon every single muscle fiber in her arm to flex to the max.
CREEEEAAAAAK.
Sickening creaking penetrated David’s eardrums as he witnessed the muscles in his monstrous teacher’s arm stretch her skin to the brink. The bulbous mass that was Ashley’s bicep vibrated powerfully as the mass monster did everything she could to will more effort into her flex. David’s mouth couldn’t help but fall open as he saw the peak rise and grow with mass.
“Go ahead. Feel it,” Ms. Gross said through grit teeth. “Tell me if I’m just a pumped up balloon animal,” she dared.
David remained silent. He was frozen in his seat.
“I’ll feel it,” said a voice behind Ms. Gross.
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Excellent Work, I must say.
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Wow, completely worth the wait. Can't believe it took this long for someone to volunteer to worship Ashley's body. Here's hoping David gets what's coming to him too. Awesome stuff!
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There are a few possibilities, perhaps a fellow teacher, principal or male & female students who marvel at Ashley's results & are bodybullders as well who are on Ashley's side Who knows? Just a thought.
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Futanari… Originally I was sorry you went that way. But, the way you wrote this, man. Maybe because I'm a "beast" I'd worship her... and even worship her "sex"... whatever it is. Hot stuff. Keep going.
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So I've read this chapter about 75 times now and it keeps getting better. Absolutely incredible work!!
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Fantastic story. Keep destroying those male egos. :clap:
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Very hard to know where you go next with this story
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This story can go in several directions.
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First, an arm-wrestling match with this loser who has given all this grief to her. Then an arm-wrestle with a more worthy opponent (male or female) whom she defeats after a serious back & forth strength & endurance match. Perhaps a female Phys -Ed Teacher or a male football coach.
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Been a wee while since the last installment, hopeful for more.
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This was an unexpected treasure. I look forward to more.
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I hope we do see more.
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Pictures of Ashley would be unique too.
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This story will continue in time
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Apologies for such a long period of time between chapters. Hopefully this was worth the wait! Already working on the next chapter, so my aim is to have that out sooner rather than later.
Chapter 5
Ms. Gross was surprised. Someone actually wanted to feel her gigantic, bloated, bulging muscles? She turned to face the sound of the voice.
It belonged to that one nerdy girl who Ashley had quizzed earlier.
“Jenny, was it?” Ashley asked, her head tilted in curiosity.
Jenny nodded and rubbed her arms in nervousness.
“Why?” Ashley asked simply.
Jenny gulped before speaking. “Well, I... I guess... you’re different. And your muscles... your body... it’s so empowering. I didn’t know it was possible for a girl to have muscles.”
Ashley half scoffed, half snorted. “I’m a bit of an outlier, but yes. Anyone can build muscle. Men or women,” she said. “But let me make one thing clear...” The muscle woman wagged a finger at the class. “I am NOT a victim. I am NOT capable of being bullied. NO ONE tells me what to do. Is that clear?” Ashley ended her short speech by fixing her eyes right on Jenny.
“I think that’s what’s so... cool. I’m different, but people bully me. No one can mess with you even though you’re... different.” Jenny said. “I’m just that girl with no friends who loves learning. I’m a freak to you all, too!” Jenny’s voice cracked as tears began to form in her eyes.
“Hey, hey. Calm down, girl.” Ashley walked over to Jenny and wrapped a gigantic, protective arm around her. “It takes a lot of courage to stand up and say that to the class. You’re a brave one.” Ms. Gross glared at the other students. “See what you delinquents do to people? This sweet girl is ostracized for being different when she should be celebrated. How DARE you all make her feel this way!” The room rumbled with Ashley’s rising voice. The class shivered. This poor girl reminded Ashley of herself. Except with no muscles, she couldn’t fight back. She had no armor. Ashley would be that for her. For all the outcasts and freaks out there. She would be their champion.
“It’s okay, Jenny. These bad people won’t bully you anymore. How about you feel the muscles that’ll be protecting you from now on?”
Jenny’s eyes lit up. “Sure.”
Ashley stepped back and raised one of her arms into a bicep flex. Making sure to show off for her new protectee, Ms. Gross poured everything she had into the flex. Her mega limb rumbled with hypertrophied girl meat. Garden hose veins sprouted on the peak of the swole anatomy teacher’s bicep. Her biceps had always been her pride and joy. Seeing them swell to new heights on her command filled Ashley with a giant dose of pride.
“Go ahead. Feel it. It’s okay,” Ashley reassured Jenny.
Jenny gasped as she had the opportunity to see her jacked teacher’s muscles up close again. Her dainty hand lightly caressed the mountain that was Ashley’s bicep. It hardly covered it at all.
Ashley stuck her prodigious chest out and squeezed her pectoral boulders together.
“Even girls’ chests can be made of muscle,” Ashley told Jenny. “Our softest parts can be one of our... mmph, hardest... with enough effort.”
Ashley squeezed as much pump into her pecs as she could muster. And she could sure as hell muster. Her chest expanded right in front of her diminutive student. Jenny’s legs quivered.
“You have permission to touch them,” Ashley stated, angling her muscle tits right at Jenny.
Jenny no longer hesitated. She placed both of her hands firmly on Ashley’s muscle globes. Truth be told, they were no longer tits anymore. Ashley had turned them into two gigantic balls of mutant female muscle.
Gosh.... This woman was so inspiring and strong, Jenny thought. She continued to shamelessly grope her musclebound teacher, much to both of their pleasure. Ashley’s clitoris pulsed with desire. It felt good to be worshipped. Truth be told, Ashley always wanted this. She wanted to be revered for how unique and muscular she was. The constant jeering and name-calling throughout her life had suppressed that desire, twisted it and turned it into something perverse. Just like herself. But this felt truly... right.
“That’s a good girl,” Ms. Gross hummed. “The first of many to worship this body.” She sighed. Her clitoris was getting harder and harder by the second.
Jenny gasped as she felt it brush her leg. “Oh my... I-“
“Shhhh,” Ms. Gross put a finger to the girl’s lips. “Let it grow for you.”
Jenny wasn’t sure what to do. She was already in a compromising position feeling up on her naked teacher’s body... in front of everyone. What had she done? But it just felt so... right.
“Ahhh,” Ms. Gross sighed. Her clitoris was far beyond pornstar shaming. “Go ahead. Don’t be shy. Touch every inch of me and feel that even my most sensitive spots are hard and strong.”
Ashley flexed her clit for effect. It was more than powerful enough to move Jenny’s leg back.
“Oh!” Jenny exclaimed. “It’s so... big. How-?” She felt the area between her legs begin to moisten.
“Because I am the alpha, little one.”
Jenny simply nodded. She reached out one shaking hand to grab Ashley’s clit.
“Mmph. Yeah,” Ms. Gross moaned. She closed her eyes and allowed Jenny to examine her beast.
Using both hands now, Jenny tried to test the muscle clit’s girth out. She squeezed lightly. No give. Harder. No give. Using all of her strength, Jenny squeezed once more. Still no give. It was no wonder to her how Ms. Gross was able to smash that desk in half. Jenny rubbed her legs together again. Ms. Gross really was the alpha.
“Ms. Gross, it’s... beautiful.”
Somewhere behind Ms. Gross, David snorted.
Feeling a surge of confidence over having a new protector, Jenny peeked around Ashley’s titanic shoulder.
“I’m not doing this to save you, by the way,” Jenny sneered at the still flabbergasted David.
“Whatever, nerd. Who wants this freak as a bodyguard anyway? She’s just a dyke with a dick. One poke of a needle and she’d pop like a balloon,” retorted David.
Ashley stopped her foot on the ground. Hard. Really hard.
BOOM.
The room shook like it had just been hit by an earthquake.
There was a sizeable dent in the floor where the pumped up muscle woman’s foot was. Tiles were were cracked and debris surrounded the impact site.
The majority of the class screamed. David almost pissed himself. His face turned ghost white.
“I’ve had enough of your shit,” Ms. Gross said in a spooky calm tone. “What did I say about this girl? If you ever disrespect her or even so much as look at her wrong again and next time it’ll be your face that I step on. Do I make myself clear?”
David’s throat was dry. His tongue was stuck in his mouth. It was hard to make an excuse as to how this inflated dyke had just done that.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”
Ashley smirked. She was breaking him.
“How... how did you do that?” Jenny asked in fascination. She was the only one in the class who wasn’t scared by the muscle teacher’s display of power.
Ashley turned back to the tiny girl.
“With these wheels of mine,” Ms. Gross boasted proudly. “Check them out.”
Ashley put her hands of her hips and made the muscles in her legs bounce. She figured her new admirer deserved a bit of a show. Giant slabs of girl meat flexed up and down. They jutted out past Ashley’s kneecaps so far that even she wondered how she was able to stand up properly. They were wide and girthy and ridiculously cut and bulbous. And most of all, they were inhuman. Just how she liked them.
“Your legs are fucking disgusting,” David retched.
“No, they’re not. She’s just really thick. Really really thick...” Jenny defended. Her eyes grew wide and she bit her lip as she bent down to get a closer look at her teacher’s insanely hypertrophied hams.
“That’s nice of you, sweetie,” Ashley said. “But it’s okay. They are fucking disgusting. Everything about me is. At least to normies that can’t handle a woman with muscle. Isn’t that right, twerp?” Ashley sneered at David.
The yoked out anatomy teacher put one of her ginormous masses of muscle that was supposed to be a leg out in front of her. With the painstaking precision of a true female bodybuilder, she tensed her quadriceps muscle. Her human-defying leg immediately exploded with more mutant mass. Every individual muscle cut bulged with fierce power. Ashley grit her teeth as she stuck out her other leg and did the same. The class couldn’t fathom just how much muscle was on their genetic freak of a teacher. She was an abomination of what it meant to be a bodybuilder. Her legs were two gigantic pillars of power.
Jenny could no longer control herself. She moaned and threw herself at one of Ashley’s legs. Consumed by admiration and pure muscle lust, Jenny wrapped her arms around Ashley’s flexed quadriceps and squeezed. Hell, this woman’s legs were so big that Jenny couldn’t even manage to get her arms around them.
Ashley hummed in satisfaction. “Hmmm. Couldn’t resist, could you?”
Jenny didn’t respond except for a light coo.
“Uck. You actually like this freak’s body? What’s wrong with you, bitch?” David said, disgusted.
“HEY!” Ashley shouted. David visibly flinched.
“Don’t you DARE talk to her like that. You understand me, you little shit?!”
They could call her names all she wanted. In fact, she fed off of it. But she would not tolerate her worshipper being treated like that. Especially after already warning this dumb kid.
David knew he had to re-establish himself as the dominant one after what had happened earlier. Consequences be damned. He wouldn’t lose his pride to a female. It’s not like this teacher could legally lay hands on him, right? Not that he’d let the whore...
“Oh, defending nerdy losers now, are we? I’m not surprised. Birds of a feather,” he taunted.
Ashley’s nostrils flared. Her body tensed as her blood pressure began to rise. Her muscles creaked as they swelled with anger. Jenny gasped as she felt her hands spread open while she held onto Ashley’s leg. She was experiencing firsthand the muscle growth of her goddess of a teacher.
“That’s it. Time to break you.”
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Excellent, David Should feel her bicep & Ashley should really put him in place by armwrestling him.
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You're back, yes! Can't wait for Ashley to destroy David and convert everyone in the class into devoted muscle worshippers like Jenny.
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Bumping this amazing tale and hoping for more chapters from the talented rs410. You can't leave us with this line “That’s it. Time to break you.” :o and not expect us to be begging for more.
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Some "cum all over the place" will be nice :rock:
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How about some facial hair growth?
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On a website that is devoted to women in figure, physique & female bodybuilding, please, absolutely NO facial hair growth. No woman should have facial hair.
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On a website that is devoted to women in figure, physique & female bodybuilding, please, absolutely NO facial hair growth. No woman should have facial hair.
Then why do so many women have it? As it is, I'm not the only guy on this forum who likes it! But we tend to be afraid to admit it in public, and the women who have it tend to not realize there are men who appreciate it. Some women actually do look better with it!
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I have kissed a few women who were rather lovely, only to have it ruined by sharp facial hair above a pouty lip. To each his own tune. Not for me, thanks.
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I sessioned with a well known FBB for the first time. She loved my role play and we agreed to begin from the moment I opened her hotel room door. We clicked immediately and began to almost rip each other’s clothes off. I remember beginning to kiss / worship her neck and cheek. I felt stubble... needless to say I was so turned on (and she was) I didn’t care. I don’t look for it but in this case it was far from a turn off for me.
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On a website that is devoted to women in figure, physique & female bodybuilding, please, absolutely NO facial hair growth. No woman should have facial hair.
Then why do so many women have it?
They don't?
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Facial Hair, does nothing for me.
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Awesome story
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Great to see more, and that things reached the climax. Let's see how the peak continues.
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Patiently waiting for the next chapter of this crazy good story
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No doubt that it will be a good one.
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This will most likely be the finale, as I think the story has reached its natural endpoint. Perhaps I’ll revisit it sometime in the future, but for now I’d consider The Anatomy Teacher closed. Hope you all enjoyed!
Chapter 6
“Yeah! Show him who’s boss, Ms. Gross!” Jenny cheered.
Ashley lumbered back over to David. The floor shook with each step of her absurdly alpha muscle meat packing plants she called legs.
The beyond hypertrophied teacher looked down at the comparatively fragile boy with a smug grin.
“Heh. But how to teach you a lesson... Hmmm...” Ms. Gross folded her arms and tapped her chin in thought. Thick chunks of forearm muscle bunched and creaked with the simple movement.
“You better not lay a hand on me, bitch! I’ll- I’ll sue!” David said with desperation.
“Ah, a change of tune now that we’re face to face, huh? What happened to me being pumped up balloon animal?” Ashley smirked. She was loving this. “No. I was thinking more along the lines of... humiliation,” she said.
Once upon a time she was the one being shamed and humiliated. Now she would pay it back. And then some.
“I’m gonna get so fucking big that you’ll piss yourself. I’ll be so fucking huge that you’ll have no choice but to worship me. I will be... UNDENIABLE!!”
Ashley suddenly flexed every single muscle fiber in her overly musclebound body. This would be a different kind of flex. The biggest she had ever done. She was willing herself into ultra biofeedback on every muscle protein molecule in her body. She would sculpt her physique into a true monument of muscle and size and mass and girth using her own genetics and muscle manic mind. She was the hypertrophy alpha queen.
But it would hurt. A lot.
“AHHHHHHH!!!” Ashley screamed in equal parts determination and agony.
Muscles literally detonated with growth every passing second. It was as if bombs were being set off within her body. Bombs made of pure, unrestrained muscle mass. Normal human bodies had limits to the amount of muscle that was possible to fit onto the body frame. Ashley’s limit was way higher, but she sensed that she had reached it. Now was the time to override it, to truly conquer her own body and fulfill her unlimited potential for muscle growth. No steroids could compete with her own sheer willpower and muscle lust. No technology could make her stronger or bigger. SHE would be the one to engineer her own ascension. It would be her alone.
“GGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” Ashley’s roars echoed throughout the school halls.
This was more pain than anyone could ever endure. It was like the burning sensation experienced at the final painstaking rep of a brutal set, except multiplied exponentially. Ashley had to shut down her mind to protect herself from the torture. The only part of her functioning now was her muscle lust. And it was insatiable.
Her students trembled as their anatomy teacher’s body inflated cartoonishly. No one spoke. Not even David, who had an up close and personal view of the historic events that were unfolding.
Ashley’s face was beginning to become overtaken by veins. They crept up her neck and along her temples.
Fuck normal, Ashley thought. Fuck ‘beauty.’ She would no longer be needing it where she was heading. Ashley was achieving the only beauty there truly is: muscle. She would make them all accept this fact. She would force it upon them. Even the most stubborn of ones.
David’s vision was rapidly becoming nothing but massive female muscle. Ashley’s muscle. He uttered not a single word or sound, merely sitting there unmoving against the muscle growth of Ms. Gross.
“HUHHHHHHHHH!!!” Ashley groaned in a high-pitched whine. So much pain. So much... muscle. She would do whatever it took to overcome her genetic safeguards. She would WILL her body to rewrite itself. To become BIGGER.
“ARGH! AHHH!!”
Sickening cracks filled the room as her bone structure was reformed to better accommodate more gigantic girl beef. This would have rendered a normal person unconscious and broken, but Ashley proved yet again how she was more than that. Far more. The sound was music to her ears.
“YES! AHH! IT’S-ARGH! WORKING!”
Her body’s muscle density had reached its max, so the only other option was for it to make more room.
Students screamed as their hyper muscled anatomy teacher began to take up more space. It was like a horror movie. Could she really trap them in here by growing?
Jenny’s eyes were filled with wondrous muscle lust as she witnessed her new favorite teacher’s transformation.
David tried his best to remain in his seat, despite the inevitable fact that Ms. Gross was overtaking one whole side of the room.
“YOU BETTER... MOVE, BOY! MAKE WAY FOR MY... MUSCLES!” Ms. Gross warned through clenched teeth.
More cracks. Her legs were lengthening.
“NOWHERE TO GO- ARGH- BUT UP!”
Ashley’s otherwise classically pretty face was now an amalgamation of muscle veins. She was so alpha at this point that taking a hammer to her head would hardly even phase her. It was becoming more and more impossible to hurt her by the second.
David was in full panic mode. This psychotic bitch was pulling out all her sick tricks. Enough was enough. He had no choice but to stop this freak show.
David grabbed the nearest pencil on his desk and lunged at his anatomy teacher. The desperate teen violently stabbed the tip into the chest of Ms. Gross. At least, he tried to.
Instead of popping the fake skin suit that David himself barely believed Ms. Gross was wearing, the pencil shattered on contact with the yoked out teacher’s uber hypertrophied pectorals.
“Hey! You can’t do that!” Jenny piped up indignantly. “That’s assault!“ Truth be told, she was hardly afraid David had hurt Ms. Gross. She doubted that anyone could at this point.
Still locked in her transcendent flexing, Ashley chuckled.
“Heh... ugh... HA! You thought- ARGH- that... could hurt MEEEEEE?!” Her voice tracked higher as her bone structure continued to reform. The muscle goddess grunted in blissful agony.
Ashley found it amusing that the pathetic boy had lashed out at her. All because she was big and strong.
David stared up at her, wide eyed and mortified. It was real. Her muscles were... real.
Seeing the realization of her superiority register David’s face, Ashley knew it was time to go nuclear.
“Watch this,” she whispered to David.
Putting her hands on her legs, Ashley looked down. David felt compelled to look, too.
The sound of bones breaking and muscles ripping filled the air. It was deafening to David. He stared jaw agape in disgusted horror as the impossibly muscular legs of Ashley Gross began to rise.
She was actually getting taller.
“FUCK! AGH!” Ashley clenched her teeth as she fought back tears of pain. This was unlike anything she had experienced so far, but she was determined to muscle through it. Just as she always had.
“Don’t... be a... bitch...” Ashley muttered to herself. “Mustttt... fight.... through the pain. HURRRRRR!”
Ashley could hardly see. Her vision was becoming blurry and her muscled out facial structure was beginning to overtake her visage. An acceptable side effect. Nothing mattered to her more than muscle.
Jenny was now uncontrollably masturbating as tribute to the monstrosity that was her anatomy teacher. Her slim fingers slipped in and out of her vagina with wet splashes.
“No fucking way. So big.... So inspirational... Mmmmm...” Jenny moaned. “I wanna be big and strong like her...” she whined.
Jenny flexed her skinny arm. It was so tiny compared to even just the triceps of Ms. Gross, which were now flexed at her sides as she battled through the pain of her transformation.
The sight of this comparison brought Jenny to edge. Was she really about to cum to her hyperflexing naked anatomy teacher in front of her whole class? This would have been impossible to fathom just this morning, but now it felt so... right. Ms. Gross was her role model now. How couldn’t she be with such powerful, massive muscles? And on a woman, no less. Yes, this was right. This was just what little olé Jenny needed.
Reaching the climax of her inhuman growth, Ashley forced her eyes open wide enough to see just what she wanted. David had broken. His face told it all. Ashley knew what was coming.
“Say it,” she commanded in a whisper that only she herself could discern. Her lips could hardly move now.
David could bear it no more. It was horrifying... sickening. Muscles and veins everywhere. He could no longer contain his disgusted fear.
One final time, Ashley Gross cranked down into a monumental most muscular pose. Given how unfathomably yoked she was, her arms simply flexed where they were, having nowhere to move on her hypertrophied, bulging muscle body. Her pectoral mountains rumbled with muscle-packed fury.
“Say it,” Ashley repeated, barely mouthing the words.
David was green in the face. He couldn’t look away from the female muscle abomination in front of him.
“Ewwwww... Grosssssssss.” David vomited uncontrollably at his anatomy teacher’s feet.
Witnessing her anatomy teacher’s flex, Jenny could no longer hold back. “Soooooo grosssssssss!” Jenny began to cum. Her vagina contracted so tight with every wave of pleasure that her fingers became stuck inside herself. “Ahhhh, ahhhhhh!!” Jenny squealed in ecstasy.
As her muscles finally began to overtake her vision, Ashley Gross knew that she had finally lived up to her namesake.
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great story :clap: good job :rock:
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Outside the height growth, which I've never been a fan of, everything else was excellent, I loved the muscle description, I loved her willing herself to become even bigger and more ripped. Hot as hell, outside of the height growth, if that wasn't a factor, this story would be truly orgasmic. k+!
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Fantastic story! Please give us a Jenny spin-off! PLEAAASSSSEEEE!!!!!
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An interesting conclusion. Hope to see more from future writings.
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Excellent Finish. A Jenny Spin Off would be a logical next step. Jenny beating all the boys in armwrestling would be cool.
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Lookng Forward to a 'Jenny' Spinoff' maybe in 2021. Happy Holidays.
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Wow, well I took your advice rs410, and as I expected, you absolutely knocked it out of the park!! I also read the Muscle Nurse and Tammy's Morning Wood and all I have to say is that they were very enjoyable, well written!! I wish I could have been in Billy's place with that very kind nurse and well, I wish I could have participated in enjoying Tammy's growth!! Not enough good Muscular Futanari stories out there, so that one in particular I really enjoyed of those 2. The most interesting one I found, is The Anatomy Teacher!! Mainly because of, as many mentioned, the psychology of it!! Not often in stories about our favorite kind of ladies (muscular kind, duh), do we talk about the darker side of it. And by that, I mean the discrimination they suffer for building their bodies into beautiful powerhouses and daring to question and outright reject society's perception of what the ideal woman is. Most think, quite ignorantly, that a woman cannot be strong and confident while still calling herself a woman. And not only do I mean strong in personality or spirit, but obviously in this case, in body. I must admit, this is a reflection and observation that, for most of my year's of being an admirer and lover of female muscle, has haunted me and it still does, but lately, I have found it easier and easier to fight off and even forget about that misconception. I suspect it to get even easier, hopefully. All that aside, I really admire Ashley for embracing her gift in the story and saying, pardon the French: "Fuck you." To the world and even her own loved ones, for saying that she not make the fullest of her gift and reach the ultimate of what not just a woman can be, but of what a human be, and eventually surpass even BEYOND that. I really sympathized when the jock who was hurling insults at her started to get to her, toward the beginning of the story. It's not easy and we have our own way of coping with it. But eventually, she was able to breakthrough, break that little jock shit's will, and attain her destiny!! Simply marvelous stuff and I couldn't be happier for her!!