Just wanted to give another peek into the kind of stories I will have on my new Patreon - All my stories are up for this month (6). I will have 6 stories complete for each month! If you like growing muscle women, then please come join me for some sexy and explicit content.https://www.patreon.com/kasper16085The skinny girl stood in front of the mirror, gazing at her reflection with disdain. She hated it. She knew she needed to do something drastic, something that would give her the body of her dreams. And so, she turned to the internet, searching for the answer to her prayers. After hours of research, she stumbled upon a dark, underground website that promised her the transformation she so desperately craved. It was risky, dangerous even, but she didn't care. She needed to become a muscle goddess like she always wanted.
With shaking hands, she placed the order for the steroids. They would arrive in a few days, hidden among a package of harmless vitamins. She could barely contain her excitement as she counted down the hours until they finally arrived.
When the package finally did come, she tore it open eagerly, her heart pounding in her chest. Inside were several small vials of a clear liquid, along with a syringe and a set of intricate instructions. She read them over carefully, her hands trembling with anticipation and fear.
She waited until nightfall, when she was sure no one would disturb her. She locked herself in the bathroom, lit a few candles, and set up a small makeshift steroid injection site on the counter. Her hands were shaking as she drew up the precious liquid into the syringe, and she could feel her heart racing as she approached her left deltoid.
Steeling herself, she plunged the needle into her skin, feeling a sharp stab of pain as the steroids entered her body. Immediately, she felt a strange sensation spreading through her muscles, like they were growing, swelling, becoming more defined. She watched in horror as her skin began to bulge and ripple beneath her fingers, as her muscles grew and twisted into strange new shapes.
The pain was indescribable, but it was also... arousing. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs, her heart racing with a mixture of fear and excitement. Her clit grew hard and swollen, pushing against the fabric of her underwear as it throbbed for release. She wanted to touch herself, to find some relief from the agony and the need that was building inside her, but she was afraid that if she stopped the injection process, the transformation would stop too.
Her muscles continued to grow, stretching and tearing at her skin as they mutated under the influence of the steroids. Her shoulders widened impossibly, her traps standing out like ridges of rock. Her back arched, making her waist appear impossibly small and her hips thrust forward, accentuating the growth of her massive clit. Her legs thickened, becoming pillars of muscle that threatened to crush anything that dared stand in their way. The muscles were growing distorted and grotesque by the second. Was this supposed to happen? Did she use the steroid correctly?
The pain was excruciating, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure that coursed through her veins. She could feel her clit throbbing, aching for release, and with each passing moment, the need became more and more intense. She couldn't help but touch herself, her fingers exploring the massive, throbbing bud of her clit, rubbing circles around the engorged, aching nub. She moaned, arching her back and pressing herself harder against her hand, desperate for release. Each muscle pushing against itself with weird proportions, she grabbed her massive clit and felt a surge of pain and arousal wrack her body.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she felt her orgasm building inside her. Her hips bucked wildly, and she let out a long, low growl that seemed to echo through the room. Her muscles tensed and convulsed, and she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her body shook with the force of the orgasm, and she could feel the hot, sticky fluid dripping down her inner thighs.
As the sensations began to subside, she realized that the transformation wasn't over yet. Her muscles continued to grow and twist, pushing against her skin with an almost supernatural strength. Her traps were now so massive that they threatened to dislocate her shoulders, and her back was so arched that she was forced to walk on her knuckles. Her legs were like tree trunks, each muscle standing out in sharp relief, and her feet had grown distorted, her toes spreading wide apart and fusing into thick, blunt clubs of muscle. She looked at her face in the mirror hoping to see a beautiful muscle goddess...what she saw was both alien and revolting at first.
Her jaw had grown massive, pushing out her cheekbones and giving her a broad, bestial appearance. Her nose was now just a small nub, and her lips were thick and pouty, almost like those of a cartoonish superhero. Her eyes were the only feature that seemed to remain human, but they were now set deep within her skull, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. She flexed her new, monstrous muscles, feeling the power coursing through her veins. It was intoxicating.
As the transformation finally came to an end, she stood there in the mirror, taking in her new form. She was hideous and beautiful all at once. Her skin was stretched tight over her distorted musculature, and her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. She felt strong, invincible. She reached out, feeling the thick, veiny cord of muscle that used to be her arm, marveling at the way it stood out like a tree trunk. She flexed her new, powerful legs, feeling the muscles ripple and bulge beneath her fingers.
She turned around, arching her back and pushing out her impossibly wide shoulders. Her traps stood out like ridges of rock, and her lats flared like wings. Her back was so arched that she could almost touch her palms to the floor. Her hips thrust forward, emphasizing the growth of her massive clit, now bigger than her fist. She moaned softly, feeling a new wave of desire wash over her.
Her legs were unbelievable. Each muscle stood out like a rope, thick and powerful. Her quads were impossibly large, and her hamstrings tapered down to a point, disappearing beneath her mass of muscle. Her calves were massive spheres of muscle, each vein standing out like a roadmap on her skin.
She turned her attention back to her chest, flexing her newly grown pecs. They bulged out like two enormous melons, the thick, veiny muscle standing out in sharp relief. Her nipples were hard and erect, pointing straight out from her chest, and she could feel a newfound pleasure in them. She reached out, touching one gently, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger. The sensation was overwhelming.
Her arms were no less impressive. Each muscle stood out like a cord, thick and defined. Her biceps peaked with each flex, and her forearms were a mass of veins and corded muscle. Her hands, once delicate and graceful, were now wide and powerful, each finger thick and strong. She flexed her new hands, feeling the muscles in her forearm bunch and stand out as she did so.
Her legs were incredible. Each step she took was a testament to her newfound strength. She could feel the power coursing through her veins as she walked, each muscle in her thighs and calves flexing and contracting with each stride. Her feet were wide and flat, each toe blending into a thick, muscular pad. She lifted one foot off the ground, flexing her calf muscle as she did so, feeling the power of her leg beneath her skin.
Her back was an unyielding wall of muscle, each vertebra standing out like a knot on a tree. Her shoulders were impossibly wide, her traps massive slabs of muscle that tapered down into her lats. She arched her back, feeling the stretch in her muscles, the pull of tendon against bone. Her waist was impossibly small, emphasizing the width of her hips and the growth of her clit. With some difficulty, she let her hands drift down to her massive new muscle pussy and began pleasuring herself to the monstrous reflection she was seeing. She was more of a muscle freak than she ever imagined.
The sensation was overwhelming. The feel of her thick, veiny cord of muscle against her palm as she stroked her clit, the taste of herself on her tongue, the smell of her own musky sweat filling her nose. She moaned loudly, her voice deep and throaty, as she let the pleasure wash over her. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in time with the rhythm of her hand, each flex sending a wave of pleasure through her body. She felt her climax building, felt her muscles tightening, felt the rush of blood to her core.
Her hips began to move, instinctively meeting the stroke of her hand, her massive clit rubbing against her fingers. Her back arched further, her shoulders rolling forward as she let out a long, low groan. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted to feel this way forever.
Her legs trembled beneath her, the weight of her new muscles making every movement a struggle. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the strength in every fiber of her being. She wanted more, wanted to see how much further she could push herself, how much more muscle she could grow.
Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, the muscles in her back and arms standing out in sharp relief. Sweat beaded on her forehead, ran down her temples and between her enlarged, pebbled nipples. She reached up, touching them gently, feeling the sensation as they hardened further at her touch.
Her hips continued to move, each thrust of her pelvis into the air more powerful than the last. She could feel the blood pounding through her body, the rush of life and energy coursing through her veins. She was a living, breathing testament to the power of muscle. She was a grotesque muscled freak and she loved it. Juices began to stream out of her rippling muscle pussy.
She couldn't believe how far she had come. Just a few moments ago, she had been a mere mortal. Now, she was a goddess of muscle. Her mind raced with thoughts of what else she could do, what other muscles she could grow. Her arms, her legs, her back, her chest... each muscle group begging for more attention, for more growth. She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of her massive hands on her body, feeling the heat of her touch, the power of her muscles.
Her hips bucked wildly, her muscle pussy spraying hot juices across the floor as she climaxed hard, her muscles tensing and relaxing in time with her orgasm. She cried out, her voice hoarse from the intensity of the pleasure, her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her release. When at last the tremors subsided, she opened her eyes, gazing down at her body in awe.
She was a living statue of muscle, every inch of her covered in hard, defined muscle. Her legs were like tree trunks, her calves like massive rocks. Her arms were massive slabs of muscle, her back a wall of steel. Her shoulders wider than any man's, her chest impossibly full. Her abs were etched into sharp ridges, her hips wide and angular. Her clit throbbed, still sensitive from the intense pleasure she had just experienced.
She couldn't help but marvel at her own reflection in the full-length mirror. She turned slowly, taking in every angle, every muscle, every inch of her new body. Her gaze lingered on her muscle pussy, still glistening with juices, the thick veins standing out prominently. She reached down and rubbed her clit again, feeling the familiar tingle of arousal building within her.
Her mind raced with possibilities. How much further could she go? How much more muscle could she grow? She imagined herself even larger, more muscular, more powerful. Her body craved the sensation of weight lifting, of feeling the burn in her muscles as she pushed herself to the limit. She wanted to see how far she could take her newfound obsession with muscle.
She left the bedroom, striding through the house with a newfound confidence. Her muscles felt strong, her movements graceful and powerful. She wondered what her friends and family would think if they could see her now. Would they be jealous, envious, or disgusted? She didn't care. She was happy, content, and more importantly, in complete control of her life and her body. Her life had altered both in body and mind - she was now going to live her dream as a muscular freak of raw sex and desire.
