Anne and Amy

[MuscleBuilder1]

CHAPTER 1
“Come on, Amy, you can do it – just three more reps.”
Amy smiled wanly, more of a cheery grimace, but was able to power out not three but four more curls.
Anne’s eyes were alight.  “Great job, Girl!” she huskily proclaimed, giving Amy a congratulatory pat on the butt and helping her rack the barbell.
With model good looks and a fit, bikini girl body, Amy enjoyed working out with her bodybuilding mom, Anne.  Although mother-daughter, the two were more like BFFs.  They’d been working out together for about five years, ever since Anne had decided she wanted to become a bodybuilder.  In that time Amy had watched her mother progress from a flabby, paper thin waif, into an impressive – Amy thought she was gorgeous – she-hulk studmuffin. 
The anabolics had started about three years ago.  Amy knew her mother was using, but secretly she thought the resulting masculinization – square jaw, deeper voice, broadened shoulders – not extreme but certainly all obvious to anyone who knew Anne before - was pretty cool.  Amy had seen football games on TV and with her powerful build her mom now reminded her of a fullback in drag.  She couldn’t explain it, but she thought the look was totally hot.  In any case, the virilization had certainly imbued Anne with an incredibly heightened confidence and certain animalistic sexuality, and both women knew it. 
In truth, Amy lusted over her mother.  In fact, since Anne’s remarkable PED-enhanced transformation there were times that Amy had secretly spied on her mom as, alone in her room, the muscular powerhouse flexed and pleasured herself to convulsion as she admired her growing muscles and rippling body in the mirror. 
Amy was not alone in her infatuations.  First of all, Anne was in reality well aware of Amy’s covert observations.  She had glimpsed her spying, and in fact Anne sometimes went above and beyond to provide a memorable show for her daughter as she posed, preened, and erotically touched herself, secretly knowing her daughter was watching.  Additionally, Anne also loved Amy’s hot, cover girl body.  It aroused her to think that, first, her loins had created such an incredibly sexy daughter, and two, that Amy so loved taking such good care of herself with fitness and diet, and then so sexily loved showing of her hard-earned body with flattering, even risqué, fashion selections as she paraded proudly through life.
Two things were certain.  Both Anne and Amy knew they were gifted in the good looks department, and together they enjoyed showing off their bodies with tight, revealing, clothing and provocative makeup and hairstyling.  Indeed, most people thought the two girls were sisters, and when the stunning pair strutted across a parking lot, strolled sensuously though the mall, or entered the gym or a restaurant, there wasn’t a soul – male or female – who didn’t notice and stare with admiration, awe, or envy. 

CHAPTER 2
“Mom, I think I know what I want for my birthday.”
After completing their workout and leaving the gym, Anne and Amy had stopped at their favorite tanning salon – they were well known at all five in town – to continue their quest for the darkest tan imaginable.  Both women already sported deep, rich color, requiring almost as much work and dedication as maintaining their killer bodies, and following a hard workout they enjoyed the warm, peaceful bliss afforded by the sanctuary of a warm and glowing tanning bed.  They were finally on their way home when Amy broached the subject of her impending birthday.
Anne took a drink from a protein shake, her second 16-oz. calorie-rich liquid meal since leaving the gym, and responded with the requisite curiosity.  Whatever it was that Amy wanted, Anne knew she was going to be implicated in its purchase.  Anne also knew that Amy’s tastes sometimes bordered on the more affluent side of things. 
“So, what would you like, Amy?”
“Well, there’s actually three things,” Amy replied thoughtfully as she admired her mother’s tank top-accentuated shoulders and arms from the passenger seat.  The tanning session had really enhanced Anne’s vascularity, and as Anne swigged her protein shake it looked like she was experiencing a full continuation of her workout-induced bi-tri pump.  As they conversed, Amy was entranced by the view of her incredibly muscular mom.  “First, I’ve decided I’d like to get breast implants.  And I want some collagen lip injections, too.”
Anne suddenly felt her pump get more pronounced.  And not just in her arms. “Wow!” she exclaimed, beaming.  “That’s fantastic, Amy!  You know, as amazing as you look now, implants and some lip enhancement will turn you into an absolute super sultry knockout.”
Anne could hardly control herself.  While she had never wanted implants herself, preferring to develop thick slabs of manly pecs, she loved the idea of Amy getting them.  “I think that is really hot,” she continued. “Do you know what size or look you want?” 
“Oh yeah,” Amy exclaimed.  “I want a full, round, bolt-on, porn star kind of look.  Same for my lips.  If I’m going to enhance things with fake boobs and lips, I’m going to do it right, Mom.” 
Anne was approaching ecstasy.  Her gorgeous daughter was about to get substantially hotter.  It was a totally erotic thought, made all the more powerful by the synthetic androgens coursing through her power-packed, blood-engorged veins. It was all she could do to keep their SUV on the road.
“Okay, so, that’s two things.”  Anne tried to rein in her building excitement.  “You said there were three things.  What’s the third?  A new miniskirt to show off your awesome ass and legs?  Or maybe we should get you some skimpy new jog bras for your big fake boobies?
“Actually, Mom,” Anne replied pensively, “I’ve thought about this for a long time.  And what I really want is to try a few cycles of steroids.  I really want to get bigger and stronger.”
If Anne had been excited before, she was now on the verge of absolute erotic meltdown.  She shivered involuntarily as a wave of pleasure radiated through her muscular body.  It was all she could do not to touch herself right there in the car as she fought off an impending orgasm. “Seriously?” she stammered.  “Are you really serious?  This is incredible, Amy!  I can’t believe it.  I’ve been secretly hoping for this for a long time too.  It’s no secret I’m on gear.  You don’t build this kind of body with ‘hard work and diet’ alone.”  Smiling, Anne made air quotes as she spoke.  “But I swore to myself I’d never pressure you to try anabolics too.  I’m ecstatic that you want to try them – they’re amazing!  Plus, you will look unbelievable jacked with some more gorgeous, big, hard muscles on that incredibly sexy frame of yours.”
Amy was relieved.  She’d worried that her mom would shoot her request down. “I’ve always been in awe of your transformation, Mom.  And yes, I know you take testosterone and stuff to help you get so big.  Still, I think you are even more beautiful with muscles, and I’m so excited to grow and get more powerful myself, too.  I’ve seen the looks you get at the gym and when we’re out in public.  I love watching people watch you, and I can’t wait to get those same kinds of looks.”
“Well, thank you, my Love,” Anne replied, “I love getting those looks too, believe me.  I notice when people are watching me, but you already get some pretty intense stares too.  With some big new muscle packed on that killer bod of yours, you’ll be the center of attention.  You will absolutely love it!” 
Then Anne got serious.  “I’ve had some changes, Amy,” she counselled her daughter.  “You will too.  Some of those changes are good, others perhaps questionable or awkward.  You know what I’m talking about” – Anne seductively hinted at her secret knowledge Amy had spied on her flexing and masturbating as she stroked her anabolically enlarged clitoris – “but I’m proud of you for pursuing your dream, for wanting to be who you were truly meant to be.”
Anne continued, philosophically. “To me, what would be more embarrassing than any side effect would be to hide from who you are, to not take of yourself, to not want to grow, and gain strength, beauty and power.  Many people scoff at and dis’ bodybuilders and fitness athletes for being arrogant, conceited, and vain, but there is nothing more meaningful and, frankly, erotic, than the singular self-focus, discipline and obsession it takes to develop your body to its spectacular maximal potential.  Yeah, we may use chemicals and we love to show off our hard work, but why the hell not?  First off, we are striving to have the biggest and most dense muscularity we can. Why not take advantage of medical advancements?  And two, with all of our hard work and gym time, we’ve earned the right to show off!” Anne added emphatically, as her pumped, sweaty, and swollen body surged with passion and its artificial hormones.  “And since I started training I feel so damn strong and confident, like I could take on an army of mortals and devour every one of them.”
It was now Amy’s turn for eros and excitement.  In her skintight, muscle-stretched gym wear, her mother seemed huge, more massive than ever.  Never before had Amy heard her mom utter such passionate statements about her bodybuilding, her use of performance enhancing drugs, or her quest for beautiful muscle.  And Amy was secretly getting wet with those words. 
Anne broke the spell. 
“Amy, this will be a birthday neither of us will ever forget,” she announced, fantasizing about her own daughter getting huge, hard, and hot.  “Let’s get your beautiful new boobs and lips taken care of, and then we’ll deal with the anabolics.  We’ll start down that path by getting you an appointment with my muscle doc’, Dr. Eklund.  He’ll make sure you maximize your results and minimize the risks.  He’s awesome!” 

[Wookey]

Loving this

[Mulchian]

Nice one,  keep going

[phil123]

Great start and would like to read what she will do with her 3 presents.

[ArkhamAsylum]

Great start. Well done.

[strongnic81]

Great Start Yeah i Hope mother and daughter grow grow

[bluerondo]

I wonder if Anne has a husband at home dutifully performing his chores.

[rozzy87]

love everything about this can't wait to see where this goes k+

[sw1ngy]

Now this is in my wheelhouse

[jcboyd]

This is so well done and a great set up.  Looking forward to some realism with a solid dose of fantasy.....

 

[MuscleBuilder1]

CHAPTER 3
Amy spent her birthday in the O.R. of a well-respected plastic surgeon.  Within three weeks, in the most provocative active wear imaginable, she was again alongside Anne training at the gym.  To, one should add, the lust-filed stares of pretty much the entire health club membership, all of whom were in awe of her new enhancements.  With her fit body, dark tan, perfectly round and huge breasts, and swollen pouty lips, Amy was now a smoking hot knockout.  She reveled in the attention she now got, but knew it was only going to get better…

The day of Amy’s much anticipated meeting with steroid guru Dr. Eklund found the women again dressing to accentuate and entice, this time in extra sleek gym wear that could’ve easily doubled as high-end club wear.  “Dr. E loves fit people,” Anne explained to Amy, “so I always try to look as fantastic as possible when I visit him.”

As Anne and Amy awaited the elevator in the medical arts building lobby, two bodybuilders, a man and a woman, stepped out.  The couple were wearing nearly matching lycra shorts, form-fitting spandex tank tops, and Otomix workout shoes.  Amy admired their bodies as they walked toward the exit.  Their massive calves and thighs swept out beautifully, giving way to nice, tight asses and mini waists offset by wide, winged lats and big round shoulders.  Amy wasn’t sure who was more beautiful, the guy or the girl, but either way she knew she soon would look like them and absolutely love it.  She was hungry to start the muscle building process!

The Eklund Sports Clinic was well-appointed and efficiently run.  As the elevator reached the proper floor a cover girl beautiful receptionist met the ladies and escorted them to a spacious and comfortable exam room.  Framed photographs of bodybuilders, powerlifters, and other strength and fitness athletes adorned the walls.  Amy noticed that some of them bore the name of Dr. Eklund himself as photographer.  “Dr. Eklund will be right in,” said the receptionist cheerfully.  “He’s really happy to see you again, Anne, and also to finally meet you, Amy,” she acknowledged with a smile as she left the room and gently closed the door behind her. 

Within a minute or so the good doctor strode into the room.  “Anne!  Wow, it’s so good to see you!” he gushed, giving her a hug and light kiss on the cheek.  “How are you?  Everything good with your cycles?”

“I’m fine, John,” Anne replied, smiling, happy to see her physician friend and anabolic advisor.  “Everything’s great, no worries.” 

“Well, you look amazing,” Dr. Eklund replied.  “You must be up, what 40-50 pounds since you started really building three years ago.”

“I am,” Anne proudly responded.  “Thanks to you I’m actually up 45 pounds from where I began.  I really love the look,” she stated unabashedly, adding, “as if you couldn’t tell”, as she approvingly studied her muscular body and flexed a Spandex-sleeved arm for the good doctor and Amy to see. 

Dr. Eklund nodded, his eyes lighting up.  Clearly he was enjoying the interaction.  And the magnificent scenery the mother-daughter duo imparted to his exam room.  “Any plans to get bigger?” he asked hopefully.

“Not right now,” Anne replied.  “At least not significantly.  If I decide to do Nationals next year I’ll up my does and add ten to fifteen, but for now I think I’m just right.

“You sure are,” Eklund laughed, smiling.  “Again, Anne, you look amazing!  Mind giving me a few more looks?”

“Of course not, John.”  Anne unzipped and removed her spandex warmup jacket.  Underneath she was wearing a micro sports bra, but from any practical purpose it served more for upholding feminine convention than anything else.  Anne had long ago lost any appreciable mammary tissue.  Instead her breasts had become man-pecs, substantial slabs of thick, striated beef.  She did a quick most muscular pose to maximize her vascularity then flared into a spectacular front double biceps.  She followed this up with a wide, vein-engorged front lat spread.
   
Dr. Eklund nearly gasped.  Amy noticed what looked to be a tell-tale bulge starting to form under his exam coat.  It was confirmed as Anne moved fluidly into a side chest pose, flexing her torso confidently and smiling proudly at the aroused doctor as she thrust out her thick, massive chest. 
“I told you, Any, Dr. Eklund loves muscle.  And it seems the bigger the better, right John?”

“Pretty much, Anne, yes,” Eklund replied breathlessly.  “You know, there’s a medical term for infatuation with muscle.  The strange word is ‘sthenolagnia’, and quite honestly I’m sure I have it,” Dr. Eklund stated matter-of-factly, approvingly feeling Anne’s biceps and triceps.  Grinning, Anne flexed harder in encouragement. 

Amy had never seen anyone worship a body like this, let alone her mom’s, and it turned her on. 
Anne caught her daughter’s eye and winked.  “John, you need to meet my daughter, Amy, who I have told you so much about and whom we have so rudely been ignoring,” she said kiddingly. 

“Of course,” Eklund responded, turning away from Anne to face Amy.  “You are quite right, we have been very rude, and I apologize," the doctor replied with feigned formality, playing along.  "Amy, John Eklund.”  He extended his hand.  “Please forgive my oversight. It’s just that it is so wonderful to see your mom and know she has done so well building such amazing quality muscle and shape.  Sounds like you are ready to do the same.  Judging from what I see, you are as beautiful as your mother and I have no doubt you will be a fast and easy gainer.”

Amy shook the physician’s hand warmly.  “Pleased to meet you, Doctor, and thank you in advance for helping me.  This is something I've really wanted and thought about for a long time now. I can't wait to get started and watch my body grow.  Do you really think I'll be a fast grower?”

“I do, Amy, and it's my pleasure to help.  Many physicians shy away from working with anabolics and other performance-enhancing drugs, or PEDs, but in my mind if the patient wants to explore that exciting pathway, I am the professional best suited to help them.”  Eklund continued, “Here’s what we’ll do.  I’ll ask you some questions.  We’ll make sure your answers lead me to a diagnosis of hypoactive sexuality or low libido” - he made air quotes as he said those terms.  “At that point I can legally prescribe testosterone and other wonder drugs to ostensibly treat your libido issues, but that that will more importantly for us help you build and achieve your dream body.  Using these medications in such fashion is all off-label, but the FDA says that with your full consent I can prescribe them.  The difference between my clinic and the many other feminine health clinics popping up to deal with female hormone imbalances, which by the way are exceedingly common and very real, is that I will prescribe doses of the drugs that are way beyond what a woman might need for sexual function.  You’ll get that, and then some, believe me, but with consistent gym work, handling the increasingly heavy weights as well as the nutrition your body will literally and so excitingly crave, you will also grow like a weed, packing on pounds of solid muscle almost overnight.  With the right training and diet, your development will be unstoppable.  That’s the incredible magic of anabolics.”   
 
Enthralled, Amy was glowing with anticipation.  It was finally going to happen.  She was going to grow.  She couldn’t wait to strip down to her tiny thong and bikini top when Dr. Eklund said, “Here, let’s see how you look.  Show me a few poses like your mom did.” 

As Amy somewhat awkwardly tried to replicate her mom’s movements, Anne smiled, nodding approvingly.  Her daughter’s journey had begun and neither would ever look back….

[dreamer75]

amazing story so far

[Jaguar]

Excellent addition to the story MuscleBuilder1.


I particularly like how you take your time and develop the characters, tell us about them, their desires.  (You can also tell us their fears and other emotions if you like.)

Great work!  K++

[Wookey]

Loving it

[MuscleBuilder1]

CHAPTER 4

“OMG,” Amy thought.  It was such a profound epiphany she literally almost said the words out loud.

Amy was showering at the gym, something she didn’t usually do, preferring to go tan with her mom then return home to clean up after their workouts.  But she and Anne had a lunch date with some girlfriends today so they had decided to save time and bathe and change there at the health club.

There are times when one sees themselves in new light, figuratively and literally, and suddenly notes changes to their look – more crow’s feet, a sagging belly, or perhaps thinning hair.  Amy, well into her first cycle of PEDs under the supervision of her mom’s endocrinologist, Dr. Eklund, found herself in such a circumstance now as she was lathering herself up and massaging her muscles in the soothing hot, spray of her post-workout shower.  But in her case, the changes were good.  She really had muscles!  Or at least was getting them.  She smiled as she realized that, somehow, over the past few weeks, her lean, lithe body had been gradually replaced by that of a mesomorphic female athlete.  Her shape and shoulders were fuller, her quads thicker, her muscle bellies starting to deepen and swell, and her strength and endurance was so much greater.

But it was the incredible pump she was experiencing that really got her attention. 

As Amy tried to wash her hair she realized she could hardly lift her arms to her head.  And when she did, she was almost unable to bend them they were so swollen with blood from the arm workout she and her mom had just powered through.  Instinctively she flexed her arms.  It felt as though her skin would literally tear open.  She was amazed.  And excited.  So much so that her nipples, much more prominent now anyway with her beautifully firm implants, hardened.  She flexed again, nearly overcome with ecstasy, feeling that singularly unique and exquisite anabolic pump.  There was a warm, pleasing stirring down below as well, and Amy noted things there seemed to be swelling a bit more than usual. She flexed hard again and was amazed at how powerful, how…superior…she felt.  She was absolutely energized.

Emerging from the shower, she caught the eye of her mom at her locker across the locker room.  Anne too had just finished showering.  “Watch this, Mom,” Amy said, moving into a front double biceps pose as she stood proudly and completely naked in front of the locker area’s full length mirror.  The pump was again incredible.   Moreover, the hot shower had really accentuated her vascularity, which now appeared as prominent snake-like veins up and down her arms and across her chest and shoulders.  Amy was stunned herself – and enthralled at her changing physique – and she shuddered involuntarily as she gazed upon herself in her new and growing body.

Anne was impressed.  She stood next to Amy and for comparison similarly raised her arms in a powerful, classic muscleman, front double biceps pose.  “Dang, Amy, you are rocking that pose, Girl.  You look amazing.  Great job!”

Anne too was unclothed. 

The sight of these two spectacular human beings unabashedly admiring their muscular bodies was too much for the other women in the locker room.  Some looked away, while some stared blatantly – overwhelmed at the sight.  A few observed furtively, seemingly afraid to watch directly but also too intrigued to look away.  One such observer was a girl named Marcie.  For her, casting glimpses at Amy’s newly growing body and amazing implants, and at Anne’s rippling, heavily muscled physique – both women tanned to perfection – things would never be the same.

Amy lowered her arms and, standing on tip toes, moved into a front lat spread.  Anne moved behind Amy and approvingly ran her hands lightly along the outer limits of her daughter’s back, experiencing the widening expanse her lats and the increasing ruggedness of its interior.  “Yeah, wow, Amy, you are definitely making some good gains.  This is definitely impressive.” 

Anne moved back alongside Amy and studied her legs as they both flexed their thighs.  Anne’s clit was noticeably bulging but she didn’t care.  Amy saw it too and smiled coyly, knowingly, at her mom.  The animal sexuality of the moment was palpable.  Hot and veiny from the shower, glistening with sweat now, both women were flexing hard and complimenting and touching each other’s muscles, openly worshipping one another’s body, totally nude, in plain view but oblivious to the mere mortals there watching them. 

None who were there would ever forget the steamy, surging electricity of this singular moment.