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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: bertmacklinsbrother on December 28, 2014, 11:31:03 pm
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Hi everyone. This is the beginning chapter of a story I've been working on! It starts out innocent enough...for now. This is really just setting the groundwork for the chapters to come. Hope you enjoy and feedback is always nice!
My Wife Jennifer
by bertmacklinsbrother = BMB
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Summer, 2008
"Hey, Jen," I groaned, hefting the cardboard box up from the ground, "take that box from the truck and stack it on this one. They're both going to the kitchen."
Damn the sun was shining down hard. A bead of sweat, which had been building up on the tip of my nose, finally dropped to the ground and I could have sworn I heard a sizzle from the sweltering pavement. The day wasn't all bad though; I watched my wife walk to the truck to get the box I requested, her shapely ass swaying back and forth. Even during a grueling day of work, wearing some dirty jean shorts and sneakers, she still managed to look sexy.
I considered my wife to be a real feminine beauty. While a little tall for a woman, standing at 5’11”, she was an all-around average girl. We had met in college our freshman year during an introductory Chemistry course. I was in the class just to get my dreaded required science credits out of the way, but for her, science was a passion. And it suited her because she was brilliant when it came to her studies. Every time I'd see her in class, she'd keep to herself, diligently taking notes with ceaseless determination. Though her demeanor was quiet and mousy, she was as smart as a whip.
She had a relatively in-shape body, but was by no means a fitness nut. She did yoga maybe a few times a week and kept on eye on the junk food she ate, and that was enough to retain her standard 130lbs figure, but she never cared for traditional exercise. If anyone was the fitness guru, it was me. I boasted a 6’4” 210lbs frame, trim and muscular. I had always taken lifting weights seriously and usually found solace in physical activity. That fact made it so surprising that we connected at all during that Chemistry class. I was your typical jock; more intelligent than I appeared, though never seeing the importance in applying myself. I cared more about having fun partying and playing football or soccer with my buddies, not focusing on school or securing a job. Loud and maybe a bit egocentric (hey, it was college) I was the complete antithesis of this shy, introverted brainiac who caught my eye during the most boring class of my life.
Something about her captivated me after a fateful day when we became lab partners. I was completely taken in by her dedication to learning and even found her sheepish behavior endearing. She was definitely a little apprehensive about opening up to me, often looking at the ground and mumbling her sentences whenever we spoke, but once we got to know each other over the course of the semester, we really grew close. I asked her out the very minute the semester concluded and just over three years later, we were married with a lifetime of excitement ahead of us.
Today, the day of our big move, was seriously steaming hot outside; those mid-western summers always snuck up on you. It was a poor choice to schedule a move during this insufferable dry heat. It felt like we had been carrying an endless pile of boxes hour after hour, and yet the moving truck never seemed any less full. Now usually I'm game for any type of endurance test, but this was quite the trial. I was absolutely exhausted from the long afternoon and even the anticipation of being in a new house couldn't keep me going. On this moving day however, I noticed my new spouse sporting far more energy than she ever had. At first I thought it was just the excitement of living in our new home fueling her, but then I noticed something different.
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“Whoa, Jennifer, what is that?!” I exclaimed, staring wide-eyed at a small bicep perking up at the base of her sleeve as she lifted a box. Her arm was looking noticeably toned and much bigger than I'd ever seen it. She set down the box and put her hands on her hips.
“Oh, this?” She asked in a soft, high voice, pointing to her seemingly defined arm. “Are you impressed?" She chuckled and turned to admire her own bicep; a small, but clear mound of muscle with a defined cut where it met her shoulder. "Yeah, I guess I should talk to you about that. It’s kind of a new project the company wants me to be a part of. It’s a great opportunity and is the reason they hired me in the first place, but I just haven’t had time to sit down and tell you. You know, with the big move and all. I guess I should share this news with you. You look like you could use a break anyways. Come on, let’s go inside.”
As we walked into our spacious, bare living room, I couldn’t help but be wowed by the size of our new house. Or could it be considered a mansion? It wasn’t just gigantic in its entirety, but in its features and framework. Every room, hallway, cabinet, and closet seemed like it was specifically built to house a family of giants. The doorframe was much taller and wider than a typical entry way, the kitchen surfaces and cupboards were long and deep, and our fridge felt as big as an industrial walk-in freezer. The shower was almost the size of a guest bedroom; an expansive, tiled room with a generously high ceiling and one broad showerhead that dropped from the center, creating a pseudo waterfall that sprayed every inch of the place. When the real-estate agent was showing us the house, we were completely awestruck at the sheer size of everything, though we didn’t think too much of it; we just figured living large was just what rich people did.
And our newly attained wealth was the entire reason we were making this big move so soon into our marriage. Back at the beginning of the summer, a few months away from our wedding, we were both freshly graduated and looking for work. And let me tell you, it was difficult trying to pack in job searching alongside planning a wedding. Between contacting all the caterers, setting up the venue we had reserved, gathering flower arrangements, organizing the RSVPs, and confirming the guest list, our days were packed, and we only had a few hours a day to send out resumes and apply for jobs. Our country was also suffering from the backlash of a recent financial crisis, so the economy did not favor graduates fresh into the job market. All of the stress of finding work to pay for our new life together was taking its toll on our stress levels.
That is until Jennifer was contacted by Feminox Inc, an up and coming research firm that she had never even heard of, let alone applied to. They allegedly came across a paper she wrote for her final bio-chemistry lab seminar and were so impressed with her work that they wanted to bring her in for an interview as soon as possible. At first, we were both a bit skeptical of this strange, completely unknown company. I warned her that it might all be a scam; one of those pyramid-scheme marketing groups that prey on those in need of employment, giving false hopes of easy cash for a small investment. They were known for contacting people out of the blue, usually getting their phone number or email from the university’s job portal online. But, fueled by our desperation and Jen’s interest in a lab science career, she decided to give them a call.
Going on a tour of the Feminox facility put all of our worries aside. Their entire building was gorgeous; seemingly dropped straight from the future, complete with pristine white walls and transparent touchscreen glass for computer monitors. I didn’t know much about chemistry, but Jennifer was extremely impressed with their bio-chem lab where she would be doing her work. During her interview, I waited outside in the lobby, doing a little job searching of my own on my smart phone. Occasionally, I’d glance up as a group of women in suits would strut by, conversing on the way to a meeting or checking their phones as they lugged around big work bags. It didn’t dawn on me until about 20 minutes of watching all these women walk around the halls that there didn’t seem to be any men working in the building. I would have given it more thought had Jen not just exited the conference room. I stood up, noticing the big smile on her face as she chatted with the two ladies escorting her back to the lobby.
“...so, talk with your fiancé about the new opportunity,” one of her interviewers said, motioning with her hands as she talked, “and hopefully we’ll hear from you soon!” She was a tall woman with long blonde hair and a low, honey smooth voice. She was nearly my height and seemed quite fit by the look of her shapely legs. “And congratulations again on the engagement, you two! I bet the wedding will be beautiful! I see a big future for the both of you.” She flashed a perfect white smile in my direction and spun around, briskly walking back down the hall.
“Thank you so much! You will definitely hear back from me!” As we turned to leave, Jennifer grabbed my hand and swung our arms in sync like a little girl would, thrilled beyond belief. During the drive back, she didn’t even pause to take a breath, excitedly bantering on about how amazing the company was, the exciting work she’d be doing, and all of the discoveries and advancements they’ve made in this field and that field. I didn’t understand half of it; most of it was scientist mumbo jumbo to me, but based on her enthusiasm alone, I could tell this job was a perfect career move for her. She was absolutely in love with this corporation as well as all the bright people she'd be working with.
“They’re paying you how much?!” I exclaimed, nearly slamming on the breaks after the news escaped her lips. I felt as though I was going in shock. There was no way this was real. “I must have misheard you.”
“No, I’m serious! Trust me, I had the same disbelief during the interview,” Jen nodded, her face beaming with passion, “It's incredible! With that kind of paycheck I can support both of us. You don't need to stress about finding a job until we get settled after the wedding. Hell, you don’t even need to be pressured to look for a job at all with the mulah I'll be raking in! You can go back to school if you’d like or pursue another hobby you’re interested in. And I didn’t even tell you the best part!” She paused, looking longingly into my eyes as I tried to keep my attention on the road. “They’re buying us a house!”
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As we walked in to our cavernous living room, the large stacks of boxes not even coming close to cluttering the place, I took closer notice of my wife’s legs. They looked longer; more toned and strong. I also didn’t even realize it at first, but she seemed taller. Initially I thought it was because she was wearing shoes, but as she removed her old sneakers she had been wearing for the lengthy moving day, she clearly appeared more stretched out than I recalled, her head nearly coming up to my chin. Combined with her noticeable bicep taking shape, something was definitely up. Had she been working out in secret to prepare for the wedding? I know how crazy some women can get when it comes to fitting into that white dress, but I never suspected Jen to be the type to take exercise to the extreme. We took a seat by the enormous empty fire place mantle that opened to the entire room.
“So, Feminox wants me to be a part of this new project,” she said as we sat down. As good of shape as I was in, I was beat from the long day of moving boxes in the sun. I slouched a little, though I noticed my wife continued to sit up tall with perfect posture. Seeing her effortlessly retain her composure made me a little self-conscious of my exhaustion, so I cleared my throat and sat up a little straighter. “They’ve been making incredible advancements lately in vaccinations, nutrition, supplements, genetics, and chemical engineering. They envision a future where everyone is disease free and healthy; a world full of people who live longer, happier lives exceeding the limitations of our flawed immune systems and metabolism. Just imagine a world where no one is sick; where we're all more energetic and intelligent, working together to rebuild a broken planet.”
“Well that certainly sounds great,” I interrupted. “I’m really happy to hear you’re so excited about the corporation; it’s important that you believe in the work they’re doing. But I have to admit, this sounds like a pitch you'd hear on an infomercial for snake oil.”
“I can certainly understand that,” she chuckled, “It was something I had to see and analyze for myself in their lab. I was just as apprehensive as you, but after studying the formulas they've come up with and talking to a lot of the executives, I don't know what else to think. I really do believe they are onto something huge and that we can obtain this future. For the past few weeks I’ve been helping them run some of the initial tests so we can be more conclusive on the development process.”
“Development process of what? Initial tests of what?” I asked curiously.
“A serum; it’s an injection intended to simultaneously fight off infection, viruses, and harmful bacteria while aiding in protein synthesis for muscle building and recovery. It’s essentially a super vitamin and super vaccine all rolled into one. The higher-ups wanted to make me lead researcher...as long as I can take account of the serum's effects first hand...”
“Wait a minute, if I'm understanding this right, you've only been there a few months and you’re injecting¬ yourself with strange substances at work? Honey, I…”
“Babe, it’s completely safe; it’s largely derived from steroids and growth hormones. All of the components are things athletes and doctors have been using for years to fight muscle atrophy. Trust me; I wouldn’t be doing it if I thought it would put me in harm’s way. I really believe this can be the future; the company believes it too. And we were making such amazing progress and I didn’t want us to have to stop everything they've been working for and wait months, if not years while they go through all the legal red tape to get proper test subjects. I mean, we’ll get a test group ready eventually, but in the meantime I volunteered myself. I really want this to get off the ground; just think how much it could change the world!”
“I still don’t know about this,” I stammered, unsure what to say, “I mean, steroids? You know how damaging those can be to your organs? Not to mention the hormonal effects. Is this going to change you?”
“Again, it’s a serum; not steroids. It’s just derived¬ from steroids as well as some vaccinations, vitamins, and various herbal extracts from around the world,” she said trying to be reassuring. I had a feeling there was more to it than that, but she was just simplifying on my behalf. She took my hands in hers; they felt quite warm to the touch. “And yes, there may be some small side effects, but we’ll be tweaking the formula as we discover more and we won’t discover more until we know exactly the reactions the human body will have, hence it's vital to our progress that I keep taking my daily doses.”
“Well, you said you’ve been doing these injections for a few weeks,” I said, still not quite sure what to make of all this news, “Have you noticed anything different? Obviously your muscles seem to be responding.”
She released my hands, raising her left arm and flexing her bicep. Now that she was fully flexing, I could see just how big her arms had gotten. Not only did she have a round peak for a bicep, but a small tricep head that protruded a bit, further defining her deltoids. Her arms weren’t quite as big as mine, but they were nearly 50% larger than what I was used to seeing. How it took me so long to take notice, I have no idea. I guess I really had been distracted these last few weeks.
“Yeah, that’s definitely a plus,” she laughed. It was odd seeing my normally shy, introverted wife confidently flexing her arm. “I've been using the fitness room at work. At first, I thought it'd be good to get an accurate calculation on the strength increases, but for the last few days, I've been going longer than my normal sessions just to get rid of all this pent up energy! Seriously it's like I'm exploding with power! It feels great!"
"And I’m not sure if you noticed, but I’m a little taller. I measured in just shy of 6’0” this morning, about a half inch taller than I was last month. It’s a small change, but it’s pretty exciting considering I thought I was done growing like five years ago. Oh and my libido also seems to be affected.”
“Really?” I pondered, thinking back on the last few weeks of constant, amazing sex we had been having. “I thought you were just jumping my bones constantly lately due to the wedding and the hype of moving into our house.”
“Well that was certainly part of it,” she said, taking my hands again and winking, “that and the fact that you’re so sexy. But even yesterday when you were out running errands, I masturbated three times before you got home. I seem to be insatiable lately.” She smiled a bit, rubbing my leg coyly. Again, I was a bit confused seeing my modest wife act like such a sexual deviant. “So, what are you thinking? Talk to me; I’m going to do this no matter what, but as my husband and partner for life I really want you to be okay with it. I’d like to hear your opinion.”
To be honest, I didn't know what to think. From the tone in her voice, it sounded like she had made her mind up already. In fact, the assured manner with which she spoke told me that she didn't truly care if I was okay with it or not; this was what she wanted and she was going to do it. I guess this is what happens when I quiet, scientific woman finally finds her calling. Who was I to get in the way of her dreams?
“I guess considering everything you told me,” I started, trying to gather all of my thoughts, “as long as you think it’s safe, I’ll support you. If this research can really make the world a better place, I want to be by your side for that. And if you feel more energetic and horny, I can’t really complain about those effects! Not to mention, Feminox is treating us ridiculously well. Between the money you’re making and this enormous mansion of a house they've provided, I can’t imagine a more solid foundation upon which to build our future together.”
Jen broke into a big smile and gave me a tight hug. A bit too tight; damn she was stronger than before too. Her stark and unexpected embrace forced the air from my lungs. “Oh babe, I’m so glad you see it that way. There may be some ups and downs along the way, as well as some unexpected changes, but I think we can be prepared to face them together as long as we keep an open mind.”
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Please continue. This initial setup is very promising and you write well.
CP
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Very good start, I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes! k+!
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Thanks for the encouraging comments! I'm writing the next part as we speak; hopefully I'll finish it soon. If anyone has any feedback, or even any ideas as to where they'd like to see the story (and Jennifer) go, let me know. Either here or PM.
I have nearly all of the story timeline down to a tee and like 90% of it written out in a rough draft, but I think it'd be fun to hear from you all and see what you'd like... who knows; maybe it'll end up aligning with my plans and preferences for this story!
Cheers!
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Hello everyone. The second section is here! It contains some more story building. That is very important to me; I like to really set the stage for these characters, as it always makes the build up a lot more fun. This section still features some raunchiness though, don't you worry! And there are plenty more crazy changes on the way for Jen! Thanks again for reading, and as always, feedback and comments are most welcome!
Fall, 2008
Three months into our marriage, I still had no luck finding work. Well, I guess that’s overstating things; to be honest, I hadn’t really been actively looking for work. Jennifer’s job at Feminox paid so incredibly well that we were in the upper tax bracket with her income alone. Even with the best job I could find in my field, the money I contributed would be completely insignificant compared to what Jen was making. Not to mention the company covered the entire cost of our gigantic house, including the upkeep, utilities, and various other renditions.
Imagine my surprise when some Feminox representatives dropped off some blueprints for the pool they’d be adding in our backyard. Like everything else in our mansion, it was gargantuan; according to the schematics it went up to 20 feet deep and even the shallow end was sitting at a depth of 6 feet, which would barely allow me to stand with my head above the water. Even the railing was going to be made of sturdy, reinforced steel. Why the hell they'd make a pool that big and that deep was beyond me; we weren't Olympic divers for crying out loud, we were just two people. I guess they wanted to make a statement as to how well they were treating us. As odd as it was to receive all of these oversized accommodations, I can’t spite them for providing us with quality services. With fall being well under way however, construction wouldn’t start on the pool until next spring.
I still wanted to find a job, or at least something to keep me busy, but I had grown a bit lazy due to how easy life had become. I had been sleeping in each morning; it was habit I desperately wanted to break out of, but everything about this house just relaxed me, as if it was built strictly for my comfort. The heating and cooling system was self regulating, always keeping our house the perfect temperature. Our bedroom was enormous with a giant custom made bed the company provided, soft enough to sink halfway into and covered in warm velvety sheets. It was at least the size of four California King sized mattresses put together in quadrants; far bigger than a family of eight would ever need, let alone an average married couple. But, I slept like a baby every night, rarely waking when Jen got out of bed to get ready for work.
During the days, I would wake up, walk down the large steps to our spacious kitchen, and rummage through our vast steel refrigerator for something to eat. And there was always plenty of food in our house. Due to Jennifer volunteering to take the injections at Feminox, the company seemed absolutely elated and insisted on supplying extra things for our home, including food. We received crates of eggs, chicken, fish, beef, and cheese that stacked up in our roomy fridge as well as whopping 30lbs bags of rice, pasta, oats, fruits, and vegetables. When I asked Jen if all the extra food was necessary, she told me that the serum along with her intense workouts increased her appetite substantially. As her body’s metabolism, muscle synthesis, and immune system went into overdrive, she needed to refill her energy stores constantly with lots of meals. By the time I woke up there was always a heaping pile of dishes left in the sink from her breakfast and I was amazed each time I watched her wolf down a protein packed dinner in the evenings like it was nothing. She certainly wasn’t exaggerating; she was a hungry girl.
And a growing one, at that. Jen had been working hard for the past few months, rising early and coming home late. Seeing her walk through the door every night when she got home was always a sight to see. The steroids—though she continued to correct me every time I said that, confirming that it’s a serum—had been changing her into a new woman. She had grown another inch or two, stretching to 6’2” and she was creeping up in weight as well. Last week when she weighed herself, she hit 170, confirming she had gained nearly 40lbs in the last three months.
All that new weight was mostly muscle, her arms filling all of her shirts with bulky, defined biceps, nearly as big as mine. She had grown wider in the shoulders too, her delts expanding outwards, giving her a build close to that of a male swimmer. The pecs underneath her breasts were also forming and some clear upper chest separation could be seen above her cleavage. This also pushed her breasts outward, making them appear perkier, but at the same time, the fat in her chest was being minimized so her breasts seemed to be getting a bit smaller, dropping her down half a cup size. Ironically though, she ended up going up in bra size due to how big around her back was getting. Her legs were growing a lot too; clear definition could be seen across her quads and despite how long her legs were, her ham strings and glutes were bulking up considerably. This gave her an incredibly shapely ass; big, round, and muscular. I always had a thing for asses, so watching her ample growing buttocks shift from side to side as she strutted around the house drove me wild.
But even though I couldn't complain about her astounding ass and strong legs, the rest of the changes were rough for me to get used to. When you're so used to be the tallest and the strongest, it strikes your ego pretty hard. Jen used to ask me to do her small favors all of the time; lifting a heavy box, moving the couch, or reaching up to grab something from the top of the cabinet. I did these things without a care, never really noting how much pride I felt; being her big, strong man. That is, until she simply stopped asking. As we unpacked our things over the last few months and settled into our new place, Jen needed my help less and less. She'd move the couches and dressers, and grab things from the highest cupboards all without me. I guess it was nice for her to be more independent, but then it dawned on me that she didn't necessarily need my strength or height anymore simply because she was almost as strong and tall as me. And that really freaked me out.
“Hey sweetie, how are you this evening?” She asked, as she came through the heavy oak door, her voice sounding a bit more silky than usual. She removed her high heels and walked over to me, her black nylons making her feet slippery on the wood floors. I walked up to give her a kiss. Because, we now stood at roughly the same height with a similar build, hugging was made a little awkward, especially when her head only came up to my shoulders a few months prior. But she embraced me warmly and strongly, tightening her grip on me with a firm hug until a putrid stench hit my nose.
“Oh jeez, what is that smell?” It was a slightly sour, nose tingling aura that emanated from my wife.
“Hmm? Oh yeah, the extra hormones in my system have caused some excess sweating during the day.” She lifted her athletic arm, revealing a big wet circle soaking her dress clothes at the base of her armpits. She gave it a loud sniff, shrugged, and continued as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. She went to the dining table, set down her work bag, and pulled out the large mahogany dining chair, taking a seat. She stretched out her long legs, setting them up on the chair adjacent to her. “Ugh, my feet are absolutely killing me today.”
“Do a lot of walking around today?” I asked, striding over to join her at the oversized table; everything about this house made me feel like we were toddlers, as everything was huge in comparison to us. She lifted her feet, allowing me to sit down on her impromptu leg rest; she then plopped her legs back down on top of my lap. Damn, they were certainly getting heavy. Her calf muscles were popping out, hard and clearly defined even through her nylons.
“No it’s those damn shoes of mine. Got them last month but they’re feeling tighter than ever. I might need to go another size up.” She stretched her feet as they lay across my legs. I grabbed them and started rubbing, immediately noticing how moist they had made her nylons. I also noticed a strong foot odor as I began to massage them.
“Wow, babe, your feet smell terrible!” I exclaimed as I worked them, “And are they growing too? Christ, I think they’re as big as mine.” I continued to knead her huge sweaty feet; I swear you could ring out her nylons, they were so soggy.
“I already told you, I’ve been sweating excessively,” she said, again nonchalantly. She didn’t seem the slightest bit self-conscious about her body odor as if it was to be expected. In fact, right then, she shamelessly gave her crotch a few scratches and let out a loud belch. I was astonished at how audaciously gross she was acting lately. Through the years we dated, she was always so shy about her bodily functions; her cheeks turning red if she even burped in my presence. But in the last few weeks she had been scratching her pubes and sniffing her sweaty armpits while belching proudly. All the extra meals she had been consuming were making her burp quite a bit and she didn’t seem embarrassed about letting it loose around me. “And to answer your other question, yes, my feet are growing, as well as my hands.”
“As well as the rest of you,” I interrupted, a little annoyed. “Sweetie, don’t you think this is a bit much, or at least a little out of the ordinary? I mean, I was fine with you testing the serum because you said it would lead to some amazing discoveries…”
“It will lead to amazing discoveries!” She replied, getting defensive. She didn't seem to give a second thought about her changing body, but god forbid you questioned her research...
“I know, I know, but I just thought that the side-effects would be a little less extravagant.”
“What do you mean?” She asked lazily, again not fully seeing my concern for the situation.
“I mean, I thought initially the effects would be an increased libido, more energy, and maybe a fitter body," I ranted off, getting a bit worked up. "Sure the increased height thing was odd at first, but I thought it was just a fluke or a wrong measurement. But after three months you’ve grown 2 inches; you’re almost as tall as I am and you’ve certainly put on more muscle than I could have after years in a gym! Your arms are as big as mine and your back is getting straight up bulky! Not only that, but now you tell me your feet and hands are growing too? And all the sweating, the excessive gas, and the way you smell; shouldn’t you be a little more, I don’t know, anxious about what is happening to you?”
“Babe, maybe it’s just because I’m a scientist,” she replied calmly, as if she was bored with the conversation. “I look at the situation empirically. I knew the effects the serum would have on its test subject; even if I couldn't predict everything, I definitely knew what I was getting into.”
“Well I didn’t!” I nearly shouted, “I love you, and I’ll always love you no matter what, but I just feel like I’ve been misled. These changes are just a lot for me to take in; you’re rapidly becoming a different woman from the one I proposed to and you don’t even seem to notice or care.”
I needed to step away; I lifted her hefty, sweaty feet from my lap and walked into the living room, crashing down on the couch. I let out a long sigh as my wife got up calmly and walked over to sit down next to me. She cradled my head into her firm bosom and shushed me. Her hands really were growing; they were definitely nearly the size of mine, her big palms reaching up the length of my face as she stroked my cheek. Her rhythmic petting and warm chest began to calm me down.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly, “I know how much this means to you. And your company has done nothing but treat us well; we’re incredibly lucky. I’m incredibly lucky. Maybe I’m just a little down because I still haven’t found work and that I’ve gotten so used to living this privileged life of comfort while not contributing anything. I feel like a useless housewife while you’re off working hard, bringing home the bacon. I feel a little guilty, like it should be my job to support you. But I should be really thankful. Again, I’m sorry. I’ll be more supportive of your research, I promise.”
A big smile crept across Jen’s face. “That means a lot,” she said as she began rubbing my legs. With my head resting against her well-built chest, my nose was incredibly close to her musky armpit. The strong smell was lingering in my nose, but with all the emotions in the air, and listening to my wife’s heart beat through her muscular chest while she slowly and soothingly rubbed my legs and head, I ignored it. Her hands started to move up my jeans, massaging further north and I began growing hard in anticipation.
We quickly descended into a furious make-out, grabbing at each other and ripping at each other’s clothes until only our underwear remained. My wife’s bush of pubic hair was peeking out the sides of her panties. It had been growing a lot faster lately and she had stopped shaving it a few weeks ago so she wouldn’t be so rushed in the mornings. But through her panties, I noticed something more; as if she had a little something extra down in her lady parts. She pulled down her garments, revealing her thick clit, throbbing and nearly half an inch long.
“Baby,” she cooed, tracing her fingers around my erect cock, “just let me take care of you.” We both stood up at the same time; it was so odd standing straight and meeting my wife's eye line. But in the heat of the moment, there was something intimate about it as well. We were two people with similar builds and similar heights, standing eye to eye with another; I felt as though we were equals and while my inner self felt a little emasculated, I was also happy for my wife and could understand why she had been so excited in the last few months and embracing her changes. I had probably been acting like an asshole these last few weeks.
I pulled her in for a long kiss, reaching my hands around to unhook her bra. My arms needed to travel a bit further than I was used to, her widening delts and back giving her a meaty upper body. She returned the hug, one hand reaching around to grab my ass while her she laced her fingers through my hair with the other. The bra clasps gave way with a click. Her bra had been strained so tight against her thick back that the straps receded with a snappy force; I'm convinced the bra would have fired across the room like a rubber band had our torsos not been pressed together. We separated our chests for a second, allowing the lingerie to tumble to the ground. I watched it fall down past her strong, perky breasts and the trace of abs barely peeking out from her stomach. From there, I looked down at her bush, which had she had been letting grow, and let my eyes take in her thickening thighs with upper quads that had become as big around as mine. Finally, I glanced to where the bra lay; down by her big feet. Though growing, her toes were painted with a delicate candy apple red, redeeming their femininity and cuteness.
I wasn't exactly turned on by my wife's new body so much as I was intrigued. I couldn't help but stare at the new curves her muscles crafted, especially along her torso and legs. It wasn't a sight I found pleasant, but at the same time, I didn't hate it. It was just different. But intimacy with my wife was always passionate, and my member still responded all the same. She reached down with her bulky arms and wrapped her growing fingers around my hard on, the sensation of her warm hands instantly causing me to exhale in ecstasy. Slowly, she started to pump while her other hand lightly scratched my back. As her strokes began to quicken in pace, I noticed her forearms sporting some gnarly veins, leading up to a bicep that was bulging and flexing with her motions. I'll admit, the sight was hypnotizing, but I quickly closed my eyes; I didn't want to ruin the mood by thinking about her weird muscles.
As she worked my shaft, a slight odor from her underarms hit my nose, but it wasn't unpleasant like it was before. It was strange how something that disgusted me just a moment ago became somewhat welcoming. It's like if you were to smell pussy right in the middle of the day, in broad daylight while out in public; it probably wouldn't do anything for you, if not turn you off completely. However, in the darkness of your own home with a naked woman in your bed, those lady smells just become so sweet and desirable you wouldn't mind getting lost in it.
Not that Jen's sweatiness was desirable by any stretch, but in this context, it was bearable... and natural. If I had mentioned anything, Jen would have given me some science jibber jabber lecture about "pheromones" or something. The thought of that almost made me chuckle. At that moment, Jen seemed to notice that I was lost in thought and stopped her stroking. She grabbed my hand and gently led me up the stairs towards our bed. As she climbed the stairs, I followed a little ways behind for a good view, watching her strong hamstrings stretch and contract with each step, her big muscled ass cheeks shaking from side to side. She turned around, noticing my gaze, and gave a sexy, confident smirk, as if to say, "Enjoying the show?"
My wife's sheer level of self-assurance was also a noticeable change. Gone was the meek, shy girl who refused to speak her mind. The new Jen was fierce and sly, housing a new cache of confidence. Everything she did these days exuded that very confidence, almost to the point where I was convinced she didn't really care about what I thought anymore. While I was happy for her, it did kind of hurt thinking that she didn't rely on me the same way she once did. Though, I couldn't be too upset, because her taking charge in the bedroom these last few months became the highlight of my nights.
We approached the oversized doorway into our bedroom and Jen allowed me to enter first, then proceeded to gently shove me onto our giant mattress. As the soft cushions cradled my back, Jen climbed on top of me, straddling my torso with her meaty legs. She stood tall on her knees, allowing me to take in her fit figure. She swayed lightly, her trim obliques stretching and her pussy hovering just inches above my stiff cock. I could feel the moist heat nearly dripping from her lady parts as she teased my dick, forcing me to watch her bush creep closer to my pelvis. Finally at wits end, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down, gently sliding myself into her warm crevice.
We both gasped simultaneously as our foreplay concluded and the real fun began. Her hips moved back and forth rhythmically as her pussy completely engulfed my erection. As she rode me, I could feel her engorged clit rubbing against the length of my shaft. This seemed to drive her crazy, and while I was a little spooked by how big her clit had become, the sexual stimulation she got seemed to jump up tenfold, which I definitely couldn't complain about. She let out moan after moan in a soft, yet slightly throaty voice, her pace quickening. The wetness coming from her was insanely intense, to the point where my own pubes were starting to get soaked in her juice as she continued to slide up and down.
She continued to ride, eyes closed and muscled torso dancing, until her hips were pumping with incredible motion. I noticed how much more endurance and energy she had, allowing her to bounce on endlessly without any sign of tiring. Her pure sexual fortitude was intimidating, but I wasn't in the right mind to care as I rocked my head in pleasure and my load reached its limits. Finally, with a loud gasp, her strong legs gripped my torso and her pussy clenched my throbbing member as we both reached the point of no return. The pure strength of her vaginal muscles grabbed my penis in a tight, warm, slippery hug until I finally climaxed and exploded. As came in unison, she continued to moan, though the speed of her thrusts finally declined, until we both let out a final sigh. Jen collapsed next to me on the bed and let out a laugh. I couldn't help but laugh back between short breaths. There was no denying how amazing the sex was.
She laid her head back on the pillow and wrapped her hands behind her head in a confidently satisfied fashion. The wings of her strong lats became obvious from this pose, her thick back curving wide and meeting her strengthening delts at her underarms. Fully exposing her armpits, I noticed beads of sweat were formed in the nook, as well as a few dots of thick hair that, despite being freshly shaved, were already showing signs of growing back. But in my elated and calm state, that was the last thing I wanted to think about. I had no desire to ruin my mood and just wanted to relax in bliss after an awesome romp with my wife. Shutting my eyes and letting my body sink into the gigantic bed, I decided that I'd face those problems another day. Right then, I just wanted to rest and enjoy things as they were... before they changed even more drastically.
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Very nice second chapter, I definitely like what I see here in terms of her continued growth and seeming masculinization, the hair growth, the muscle growth, the sweating, the armpit hair, the clit growth, I like how Jen has grown, I hope she continues to grow (though I am not so much into the height growth, I hope that stays at a minimum compared to the rest of her.) I'm looking forward to the point of where she becomes more masculine than he is and how they both react to that fact. She's close now, it's coming and I really can't wait to see it. k+!
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Hey everyone! Thanks again for the comments and of course for reading.
The third part is well under way, but of course, being the holiday season, the time I've had to set aside for writing lately has been minimal.
But, no better time to get back to it like the start of a new year, right?
To address some comments, I know that the story may go too far for some of you in certain regards; for others it may not go far enough. Or there will be plenty of stuff you'd wish would be left out or things you think I'm missing. But, these are all themes that I enjoy and I think they add to the story. As a few have mentioned, it is "my" story afterall.
That being said, I write because I like to share with others! And I always love a good discussion as well as constructive criticism. And as always, I urge those who may not be too interested in some of the themes to read on; you never know what you might come to enjoy.
Regardless, I hope everyone had an awesome New Years!
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The only thing I don't like about this story is the height growth. The type of serum she is on would not cause that if it were mostly based on steroids. However I do like that her hands and feet are getting better. The part about the body odor turned me on so bad because that is an overlooked side effect from steroids... the women start to smell like men. I also love how Jen's personality is changing as I have seen from other FBB's on webcam as they changed.
Most notably is Oana..I have been following her progress on HBC for years since she started as a skinny FBB with smallish muscles. She use to be such a submissive girly girl giving out free shows, eager to please the customers, now she is a dominant man. She knows she is huge and muscular now and that men will pay and she does not go out of her way to please like she did before. She doesn't go on free chat anymore at all and her posing time on cam has gotten shorter and shorter if to say "I know you want my muscles now I don't have to beg for attention like a woman anymore" She is so different on cam now than she use to be.. more confident and less willing to please than before. She use to be shy when I would ask her to do most musculars and flex like a guy... now she is totally into it when I ask her to man out for me on cam. If you notice some of oana's profile pics on HBC are most musculars with the head cropped off and before her implants to look like a man flexing. Even tho oana gave birth to two kids she told me that she feels less of a motherly instinct and would even not buy her kids something in lieu of saving money to pay for more of her steroids. Now she may have been saying that cause its what I wanted to hear but there is probably some grain of truth to it.
So in seeing how oana has changed it is awesome to see how you have included the masculine way in how jenn is acting too. When women juice up their whole soul changes, personality, attitude, everything. IN the future I look forward to seeing how jenn changes and the dynamic of the relationship with her and her man. With her becoming a man without even realizing it, to her husband being disgusted at first by her changes then slowly becoming the woman in the relationship, loving jenn's masculinity and basically doing a husband wife role reversal. I can't wait to see how he slowly changes from being disgusted by her muscles and increased masculinity to begging for her to fuck him with a strap on.. I hope you include something about how jenn starts using his razors and dulling them and the progression of jenns beard growth until she has a thicker, faster growing beard than him, and goes through razors twice as fast as he does.
Also want to see how Jenn responds to her changes from at first loving the changes without realizing she is literally becoming a man, to being ashamed she is turning into a man , and then finally embracing her masculinity and wanting to be more manly, comparing herself with men now instead of women.
Love where this story is going.. Bravo on being able to articulate the subtleties of the fantasy we men have of a female to masculine change in women. Both from a physical and psycological perspective. Can't wait to be aroused as you so cleverly weave the plot and intracacies of the fantasy of masculinization together... I am jealous of some FBB husbands who have seen their women go through these changes in real life. Would love to know if behind closed doors these men are becoming bitches to their newly masculinized women.. even though publicly they would never admit it. I bet more than one fbb husband has been fucked with his wife's strap on. Always would have loved to have a hidden cam on an FBB bathroom where her and her husband are standing side by side shaving their faces in the morning together.
Can't wait to read more.. Thank you!
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Sorry I meant I love how her hands and feet are getting bigger. Oana herself has showed me how her wedding ring can't even fit anymore on her now huge hands, and has told me she has gone up a shoe size from all the HGH
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Why try and hijack this story and try to make it a generic story about women becoming the "men" of the relationship? This story has a great set-up, it shouldn't be cheapened and ruined so easily. Also, the sheer level of masculinity you are describing would suit better on a forum about MALE muscle growth.
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Well said, tdg!
@bertmacklinsbrother: just keep writing your story as you intend to! It is very well written and a joy reading it so far!
Karma, whenever I pass by your posts!
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Hey Guys not trying to hijack the story... Bert wrote me asking for feedback so I gave it.. its his story he can do what he wants.. I just thought I saw where the story is going and offered suggestions based on where I thought he was going with it... Do what you want Bert I was just giving my own feedback..
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Part 3 is here! I'm sorry for the long delay. The winter/holiday season really picked up and I wasn't left with a ton of free time. I hope you all continue to enjoy the story! I've been getting a lot of suggestions and critique, which is wonderful! The story is pretty set in where it is headed, but I love to hear everyone's opinion, and if I hear a really good idea that intrigues me and fits the characters, it might work its way into a later chapter. Also, keep in mind that this story is (obviously) rooted in fiction. Some have pointed out that the story is not realistic because of such and such reasons. And while they're totally correct, I'm the type that enjoys suspending belief for the sake of fantasy. That's the beauty of writing; you can make anything happen. Sure, the science might not match up, but that's part of the fun! Anyways, enjoy!
Winter, 2008
After what seemed like the hottest summer in decades, and a long but mild Fall, snow finally settled across the landscape, piling up in the yards and streets. I'd often look out the windows into the white abyss, thinking of that first winter Jen and I spent together when we were dating. We'd go sledding together on this hill behind our college campus, letting the entire day fly by until our clothes were soaked and cold from the snow. When she was winded, I'd scoop her up swiftly into my arms and carry her up the hill for one last ride. Then we'd run back to my apartment, leave all of the sopping snow gear in the entry way and turn on a warm shower. The entire evening would be centered on having sex, enjoying the hot water, and cuddling up with a cup of cocoa and a shitty TV movie.
Getting lost in the memories, I thought about how much I loved my wife, but also how much things had changed in such a short amount of time. For starters, our time together seemed incredibly limited; at least it felt that way to me. She was at work all week long while I sat alone in our big, empty house, bored out of my mind. And of course, my wife simply wasn't the same girl that she was even a year ago. She certainly wasn't that petite mousy girl I could just scoop into my arms anymore, and that disappointed me. I missed being able to woo her with my strength and athleticism. These days, despite our money and Jen's success, I felt like we were drifting apart.
At least Feminox supplied us with a few more renovations to our house, which helped in making the cold and lonely winter go by much quicker. The most exciting addition was the home gym they put together in our basement. The massive, yet empty room was always the most desolate part of our home. We almost never found a reason to go down there and to be honest we never actually utilized the space. I mean, our house was so much bigger than I could have dreamed that we hadn't found a use for the basement. Having been poor college graduates only a few months prior, we hadn't exactly accumulated a lot of stuff. The possessions that we did have were comfortably placed around our spacious living room and dining room, with the remaining areas looking relatively bare. We had so much room and just not enough stuff to fill it with. This, by default, made a lot of our house look pretty boring and dull; nothing but big empty halls and cavernous rooms.
But, with Jen's ridiculous paychecks and Feminox's constant insistence on home renovations, our place was slowly starting to look livable, and the basement was finally somewhere I wanted to spend my time. It was completely decked out with all of the equipment you could imagine; rows of bench presses and barbells, squat racks, pull up bars, cable machines, rowing machines, dip stations, and an impressive full set of dumbbells ranging from 5 lbs to 250 lbs (I honestly didn't even know they made dumbbells that heavy). It was more impressive than my college weight room, that's for sure.
It was so nice to have something to do with my days. I hated to admit it, but the job hunt really slowed down on my end. I seemed to be having a lot of trouble narrowing down what it was I wanted to do with my life. I pictured myself spending my days chained to a desk, making water-cooler talk with peers I didn't care about, and staring at a computer screen all day; the thought simply depressed me. Pretty soon, my motivation to look for a job I really didn't give a damn about began to dwindle and I found myself caring less and less. It certainly didn't help my drive knowing how financially secure we were. We were living so well that I could spend my entire day flushing 100 dollar bills down the toilet and we'd still have more money than we'd know what to do with. Being so wealthy was still very new to me and the realization of it all was slowly starting to sink in.
It felt shameful to admit to myself, but I had kind of become a house-husband. My time was used doing chores around the house while Jen was at work; dishes, dusting, laundry, cleaning, and generally keeping things tidy. It may not sound like much, but these chores were starting to become herculean tasks. Jen's meals only seemed to grow ridiculously more absurd, and the piles of dishes she'd leave in her wake was astonishing. Laundry had also gotten out of hand as Jen was regularly buying new clothes; not just out of a shopping habit but because she was constantly growing out of them, bit by bit. Plus with all of her workouts at the office, she was sweating through multiple pairs of clothes each day. Every evening, she'd come home with a gym bag full of sweaty clothes. Had we actually needed to worry about money, I'd be concerned for our water bill with how many loads of laundry I was doing a week.
But, now that we had a home gym, I finally had something else to do with my time. I had always been an athletic guy, so the prospect of working out in my own house was amazing to me. Each afternoon, I was down in the basement, getting a good lifting session in. Jen claimed that Feminox was adamant about installing the home gym, but I had a strange feeling that it was something she requested herself. She seemed more excited about it than I did, which was odd considering before we got married, she wouldn't get near a gym unless they had a yoga studio and a smoothie bar. Apparently she had been lifting weights twice a day now at work due to her insatiable energy, and it was obvious she wanted this home gym so she could continue to work out over the weekends.
And let's just say her workouts were proving to be effective (on top of the cocktail of drugs she was on). Jen was getting big. She had stretched upward another two inches and now stood at 6'4". We were at the point I honestly never pictured we'd reach; my wife was now as tall as me. Upon the discovery, I told her that I still had a few centimeters on her, but she just laughed a throaty chuckle, as if to assure me it was only a matter of time. Sadly enough, that's how I saw it these days and as much as I hated to think about it, it was inevitable; Jen was going to outgrow me.
Not just in height, but in weight and muscularity as well. In the last few months, I had dropped a few pounds due to my general inactivity. I was still maintaining a healthy diet due to all of the protein rich food around our house, but my lack of hypertrophic training caused me to lose about 10 lbs. And while I had dropped to 200 lbs, Jen had blown up to 200 lbs. We were effectively the exact same muscular frame, though sadly, she looked more in-shape and ripped than I did because she was getting a lot more cut and regularly had a pump from her workouts.
Her shoulders had really rounded out, giving her a pair of bulking delts that cut down into her bulging biceps and vascular forearms. The upper pecs of her chest had clear cuts, which were obvious whenever she wore a v-neck shirt around the house. Her breasts continued to shrink too. I wasn't too good with cup sizes, but she was probably down to an A cup. But again, her widening back and pec slabs meant she needed to go up in bra size, just so the damn thing would reach all the way around her large upper body. Her lats constantly flared out too as she was moving throughout the day, and I could nearly hear her bra straps screaming in agony, not able to hold on much longer. Her traps and neck had also gotten notably thicker, making her appear much taller than she actually was.
Those legs of hers had become veritable tree trunks; thick, strong, and necessary to support her ever growing upper half. I had never had a very defined lower body, given my long legs. So I was surprised to see Jen's lower body, with legs now as long as mine, put on size so easily. Her calves exploded out, so hard and solid you could grind an ax on them. They were always clear, even when she was wearing baggy sweatpants. Her feet had also gotten larger and more veiny, her shoe size actually exceeding mine. It was all so weird to me and I couldn't exactly say I was attracted to her changing body. She was my wife, so I'd always love her and have an attraction out of affection, but physically, she was starting to scare me. At least her strong glutes were getting bigger and more shapely; as an ass-man that was my one silver lining.
But, her growth really lit a fire under my ass to get my shit together. I was working up a sweat in our weight room every day now like a man out of desperation; I'd be damned if I'd let my wife get bigger than me. Right now, we were about tied across the board, and that was freaky enough. I had to draw the line. Honestly, when this all started, I never imagined Jen getting as ripped and muscular as she had. It never really sunk in that we'd be comparable in height and weight. But now that the situation was becoming a reality, I needed to take control. I couldn't imagine the humiliation of being out-muscled by my wife. The gym was going to be my new home and I was going to work my ass off and show Jen that I was the man in this relationship and that I could still be her protector. I still wanted to be that guy who could scoop her into my arms and whisk her away.
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"Hey, babe, I'm home!" a voice called from upstairs. It was a voice that I barely recognized these days; throaty, scratchy, and deeper than your average woman's, like a pubescent teenager who was just becoming familiar with their changing vocal chords. Jen's tone was dropping little by little and it seemed to surprise me every time I heard her speak. At first, it was kind of sexy. When she started on the serum, her words became silkier with just a hint of hoarseness; it gave her an air of maturity and it definitely drove me wild. But now, whenever she talked I could hear how deeply she was speaking and it was starting to become extremely noticeable.
"I'm down here, hon!" I shouted back, lying down on the bench press, taking a quick breather between sets. I had gotten a bit of a late start today. For the last week, I had this ridiculous determination to get back in shape and get bigger than ever. I wanted so badly to continue to be bigger and stronger than my wife that it was pushing me further than I had ever gone. And that was taking a harsh toll on my body. No matter how motivated I was, it seemed my body just couldn't keep up with my internal drive. I was feeling more sluggish and sore than ever after constant workouts for days on end.
"Oh!" Jen exclaimed excitedly from the entry way upstairs, "Are you working out? How fun! I want to join! I'll get changed and be right down!" I heard her heavy stomps make their way over to the living room above my head and sprint up the stairs in a flurry.
"Great," I sighed to myself. I wasn't having the easiest time at the gym this week and the last thing I needed was Jen working out with me. Within moments, she was stomping back towards the basement and descending the stairs. She was changed into a tight sports bra and some booty shorts that showed off her bulky quads. Every time I saw her these days, a sense of shock fluttered into my heart. Some part of me still expected to see my small, scrawny, soft wife enter that basement, but instead, my eyes were met with a hulking bruiser, with a physical frame nearly identical to mine, only more vascular and ripped.
"So, what are we doing today?" she asked with bubbly affection. She took a sip from her water bottle and stood there proudly with impeccable posture. She set her hands on her hips, her lats and delts flaring in response. Above the lining of her sports bra, her upper chest had clear separations, making her tiny A cup breasts below look almost fake; like they were bolted on top of a pair of muscular pecs. As she inhaled and exhaled, her tight abs would shift and settle and it was obvious that she didn't even need to flex for them to be so apparent.
"Uh, not much," I stammered, trying to focus, "Just some bench press now and some squats. Say, didn't you already work out today at the office?" I was hoping she'd give up the pursuit. It's odd; a year ago, I would have killed for my wife to show some interest in a weight room, but now, I didn't want her to go near one. I knew she meant well, but to me it seemed like she just wanted to show me how strong she was now, and that was something I didn't want to see. I just wasn't in the mood to be emasculated.
"Yeah," she responded absent-mindedly in her raspy tone, "Twice actually. But, I'm feeling great; I could use a third workout! Here, I'll give you spot!" She bounced over to the bench with an immeasurable energy, the heavy steps of her big feet echoing within the room. It was obvious she still wasn't used to her new weight and wasn't as graceful as she used to be. That or she simply didn't care about grace anymore. She walked back behind the bench, where I already had four plates loaded up. As she entered my vicinity, I could smell the hint of body odor coming off of her.
"Babe, did you shower today?" I asked, not really caring if I offended her. I was in such a bad mood, and I couldn't find the drive to actually hide it. "You're pretty smelly." Upon her drawing closer, I also noticed some small speckles of stubble growing on her shins and calves. Was she forgetting to shave her legs? Jen simply laughed in response to my question.
"Heh," she chuckled deeply, "Yeah, I showered after my first workout, but didn't have time to shower after my second. Sorry, I bet I'm a bit ripe." I couldn't fathom why she thought it was okay to ignore basic hygiene, especially when I was the one who had to live with her. I decided to just shake it off, or at the very least, let my anger fuel my weight lifting. I laid down on the bench, now looking up at this gigantic woman standing behind me. Staring up at her bulky muscular body, I felt smaller than ever.
I looked at the 225 pounds loaded onto the bar, trying to collect my focus. This wasn't a big deal; I've benched 225 tons of times. But with Jen peering over me, I felt nervous and shaky. I stifled those emotions and grasped the bar, lifting it off the rack. Immediately, the soreness from the week of constant lifting flooded into my body and I nearly yelped with the pain. In any other context, I would have reset the bar and taken down the weight; no sense in hurting myself when my body wasn't ready. But with my wife near me, staring and waiting for me to do something, I decided to fight through it. I brought the bar down to my chest slowly and pushed. A single rep felt like an eternity, but I continued. I brought it down again and finished another rep. Finally, the bar was just too much for me, and in the middle of the third rep, I felt the weight fighting back, slowly drooping and sinking despite my constant huffing and puffing.
"Help!" I finally squeaked, admitting defeat. Jen's big hands swooped down to grip the bar and she easily pulled it up with my help and racked it. I sat up, heavy breaths escaping my lungs as I bent over, trying to regain my composure. Damn it, I could have done more. Why was I struggling so hard?
"That was so good, baby!" Jen cooed in a coddling tone that pissed me off. "You almost got three reps!"
"I," I tried to stammer in between breaths, "I could have...done more. I'm just... a little sore."
"Well, move it slow-poke!" my wife laughed, rushing over to take the seat of the bench. She easily shoved me aside and laid down.
"Whoa," I said, still regaining my strength, "Babe, don't you think we should start on a lower weight?" Even if Jen was much stronger than she used to be, there was no way she could handle that much weight. It wasn't just a matter of strength either; it took years to develop the proper form and technique needed to lift effectively.
"No need!" she said with a grunt as the bar was hefted from the rack. She brought it down swiftly and in a fluid motion, pushed it up. With no pause, she allowed the weight to sink back towards her chest, and explode up in yet another rep. I should have been standing behind the bench to spot her, but I was frozen in place with awe and fear seeing Jen so easily pump out two reps at 225. Her chest was striated with muscle and her lats spread out underneath her. Under her rounded delts, I could spot black speckles of armpit stubble again threatening to grow before my very eyes. Her abs flexed into a bulking pack of boulders as her core strained with the reps, her bulky legs planted firmly to give her a wide base.
And she wasn't done. Two reps became three, three became four, four became five. It seemed like she could go on forever. I didn't even want to know how many reps she was going to do before I butted in. "Babe, I think that's enough bench press for today. In fact, I'm a bit sore, I think I'm going to just go upstairs and get some food."
"Aw you're no fun," she said hoarsely with a final grunt as she reracked the weight with ease. I felt like a scumbag, but I really wasn't in the mood to care. I had been killing myself in the gym all week, desperate to stay ahead of Jen, and somewhere in the meantime, she had already surpassed me in strength. She was big, she was ripped, she was tall, and she was strong; all of the things that I used to be to her. How the hell was I supposed to impress my wife and be the man she needed me to be? Well, hell, maybe she didn't need me to be the man anymore. She had that covered all by herself. And that made me feel shitty.
Walking upstairs, I just wanted to erase the last twenty minutes from my mind and go to bed. Down in the living room, I heard the stove fire up and plates clattering as Jen went to prepare her immense dinner. I had no doubt there'd be a tall stack of dishes waiting for me tomorrow. Whether it was the week of workouts or the tiring emotions of my own humiliation, my head felt light and sleep took me quickly. As I drifted off, my mind poured over the last few months of my life and the changes that had come.
"You better get used to it," a voice in my head rang as I fell into a dream. And as much as I hated to admit it, it was probably right. My life was going to be very different from here on out.
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Hey everyone. Can you believe it? The next part is finally here! I apologize for quite the delay. Things have been busy in day to day life and I stalled for a bit on this chapter because I really had to make a conscious choice where the story was going to go. As you'll soon read, this section is really a pivotal point for both characters, so I had to decide where things are bound to lead and if that's how I envisioned the story progressing. All in all, I'm happy with how it turned out and think it'll transition into some sexy and exciting stuff. Bear in mind, this chapter is a lot more heavy on dialogue; it's really setting up where the story goes from here and the changes that are to come! I hope you enjoy the read and thank you everyone for your patience and support!
Also keep in mind that the content of this story might not be up everyone's alley. Some have already commented that they don't like certain aspects or would like to see the story go a different route. I do appreciate all criticism, advice, and ideas; I do take all of them into consideration. But, in the end, I'm going to tell the story I'm going to tell, and that may not suit everyone's tastes. But, I hope you give it a fair shake; who knows, you might just enjoy it. Cheers!
Winter, 2008
A few weeks passed since my wife easily out-lifted me in our basement gym. I'll admit that I was a bit bruised; my ego took a hard hit from that unspeakable event. I had been basically avoiding Jen as much as I could since then, not really wanting to recognize the fact that she now surpassed me in all regards; height, muscularity, and strength. Not to mention, I was still the bum without a job while she was successful and bringing home riches. I didn't want to think on how much worse it was going to get.
Avoiding her was actually much easier than it should be to avoid someone who lives in the same house as you. Feminox had been keeping Jen busy during the entire week and the number of hours she spent at work sky rocketed. There were multiple days where she'd leave before I woke up in the morning and wouldn't return home until I was already snoozing in bed for the night. I should have cared more about her insane work schedule and the fact that we were a married couple that barely saw one another these days, but at that point I actually needed the space. I really didn't want to face her or come to terms with our changing marriage. When she arrived home, she'd always crawl her massive body into bed, give me a peck on the cheek, and effortlessly turn my body so she could spoon me (me being the little spoon). I pretended to be asleep the whole time; I didn't want to have to talk, though I'll admit I was ashamed at how childishly I was behaving.
If I'm being honest, the thought of divorce actually crossed my mind a few times during those weeks. It was a nearly unbearable thought; no matter what changed, Jen was my wife and the woman I loved. But, when I pictured "Jen" in my mind I still saw her as a short, slender, giggly woman, feminine and loving. I thought of her soft voice, her supple smooth skin, her shy demeanor, and the sparkle her beautiful eyes would get when she'd look up at me and I'd wrap her small body into my arms. The Jen that I pictured and the Jen that I was now married to were two different beings.
Now when we hugged, it was like two muscular male bodies hugging, her wrapping me into her bulky frame just as much as I would her. When we kissed, we were at the same height, and I imagined soon I'd be the one looking up at her. I used to love running my hands down her smooth, soft body, but now my hands ran across rock hard peeks, rugged veins, and body hair stubble that her constant shaving was having trouble maintaining. The sweet sparkle in her eyes that once showed doe-like awe and naivety was gone. Her gaze was now cool, confident, and steely; a look that said "I can and will do anything I want," and her smile was now more dimply and framed by a stronger jawline. Occasionally her bubbly personality would still show through when I said something funny, but instead of meeting my joke with a soft, high pitched laugh, it was met with a low, throaty chuckle from a voice that was much more baritone than treble these days.
The swiftness of Jen's transformation was so jarring that I really hadn't had much time to process. I always pictured things would be temporary and that any side-effects or changes would be something we'd tackle as a couple, conquer, and put behind us. But now, when I laid my eyes on Jen and her huge, hulking body, I realized that things may never go back to normal. I mostly got the feeling that even if Jen could change herself back to the way she was, she'd refuse; it was quite obvious that she enjoyed what she was becoming, and that bothered me even more.
But divorce? Even if the thought popped in my head a few times, I knew I could never do it. I had a feeling that it was mostly my self-esteem and bruised ego that was causing these thoughts. Jen was still my wife and loving her was my duty as a faithful husband. When times got tough, you didn't turn on your spouse and leave them to deal with their problems alone; you faced them together and helped each other out. The issue was that Jen didn't exactly see her changes as a problem.
These thoughts continued to rumble around in my head as I lay down staring at the ceiling. The clock beside my end table read 1:04 a.m. Usually I'd be asleep by this hour, but my constant thinking had been keeping me wired. I was snapped out of it when I heard the front door creak open and slam shut followed by Jen's heavy footsteps. While her muscularity gave her a gracefulness and control over her body, it seemed she still underestimated her weight and size; her beefy legs crashed down, sending a stomping noise echoing through the house as I heard her rummaging downstairs, like a wild bull grazing through our home. I heard the refrigerator open and shut, along with the stove crackling and the sound of clinking cutlery. Obviously it was time for one of my wife's many meals.
About twenty minutes later, Jen appeared in the door frame. The light from the hall bled in through the open door, but her silhouetted, black shadow covered most of the area. It was quite jarring at first actually. In the darkness, all I saw was a hulking black shadow standing in the door way; that shape and size could have easily passed as a large strange man standing in my home. My heart jumped a little bit, even though my brain fully knew it was just my huge wife.
"Oh are you still up, babe?" Jen said in a low voice. I think she was trying to hush her words to sound more quiet, but the raspy tone made it sound much deeper than usual. I watched her muscular body leave the doorway and turn to the bathroom, flicking on the light, illuminating her titanic figure. Her light blue dress shirt was packed to the limits, even with half of the buttons undone and her black blouse, while thick, still showed signs of the bulky thighs that lie underneath. She began to remove her tight work clothes, removing the sweat stained shirt until she was down to her bra, nylons, and panties. Even her lingerie strained against her expanding muscularity. She finally loosed the bra strap, which was already on the verge of breaking, exposing her breasts. Well, at least what was left of her breasts. They weren't even A cups anymore. Instead she had small, puffy lumps that sat over her square pec slabs.
As she began to brush her teeth, I watched her hulking biceps and triceps flex and shift as she went about her nightly routine. Her lats would flare and her boulders for delts balled up as her arms moved around, tossing her clothes into the bin, grabbing binders out of her hair, and eventually reaching down to peel off her nylons and remove her large panties from her expanding ass and thighs. When her underwear hit the floor, her big feet stepped out of them and walked towards the bed. I could see her fully exposed bush, which had become very thick and wild, even to the point of starting to crawl upwards towards her belly button. Her clit, which was continuing to grow, was also quite obvious, a sizable nub nearing a few inches, protruding from her pussy lips.
She hopped into bed, the spring board groaning and squeaking as her weight came crashing down onto it, stifling a burp from her recent meal. She sidled up next to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. Her massive arm came swooping under my neck, and she pulled me into a snuggle, my head now resting on the crux of her shoulder and one of my legs draping over her bulky mid section. It was comfortable, but I quickly realized that she had pulled me into a cuddling position that the woman is normally in, with my curled body now being cradled by her huge arms. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. Sheesh, was she trying to emasculate me? It was so easy for her.
A slight smell hit my nose, which wasn't a surprise considering my face's proximity to her underarm. It was a bit faint; I suspected she showered at work before coming home, but just enough time had passed for her to build up a bit of odor again. Her increased testosterone meant the sweating was abundant these days. But while the stench was recognizable, it wasn't unpleasant. It was just limited enough to not bother me, yet still tingle my senses. My mind flashed back to one of Jen's science lectures where she tried to explain pheromones to me. This was probably evidence of that; the odor definitely put me at ease. It was "her" smell and that made it much more bearable.
My brain was snapped out of its calmed mood, however, when I noticed the stubble peppered under Jen's arms. It was much thicker this time around, making it obvious even to my dark-adjusted eyes. At that moment my legs, which were draped over her quads, became acutely aware of the rough stubble on her thighs as well. "You really need to shave more," I said quietly as we cuddled. My goal wasn't to make conversation tonight, but I just couldn't let that slide. I felt like she should be more self-conscious about her body. What if some of her peers at work noticed it? Wouldn't she be embarrassed? But, as I suspected, Jen responded with a deep chuckle.
"Yeah, isn't that crazy? I'm already shaving every day." As she spoke, her low tone reverberated in her chest; I could feel it through my body with my head so close to her pecs. "I guess my body's getting quite packed with hormones, huh?" she said with an amused inflection.
"Maybe that's a sign you should, you know, slow down?" I gulped. I didn't want to offend Jen; she definitely got touchy whenever I brought up the idea of her stopping the injections and finding a different way to help with the research.
"No, we're too close to slow down," she said in a cold manner that sent a slight shiver down my spine. "The progress we've made is astounding. I mean, just look at me? I'm not even close to the woman I was six months ago!"
"That's precisely the problem," I mumbled, frustration welling in my voice. "You're so focused on your work that you're not seeing how this project is affecting us. Me and you."
"What do you mean?" she pondered, "things are better than they've ever been! We have more money than we know what to do with, a house bigger than we ever dreamed of owning. Considering we were both broke college students last spring, that's an unheard of accomplishment for us! And you always got on my case about being healthier and getting into fitness. I'm stronger, faster, and healthier than I've ever been! Not to mention how much sex we have."
She wasn't wrong about the sex part. Other than the last few weeks, and the occasional times where her work schedule flared, we were always making love. Jen was constantly horny and in need of satiation. Back when the changes to her body weren't so drastic, things were pretty great! But now, I had a hard time wanting to screw a woman who's body and personality I barely recognized. We still had sex, but I was getting less and less into it. And honestly, sometimes Jen would force me to fuck even when I didn't want to. Okay, so she never actually forced me, but the nights where I'd refuse, she'd simply wrestle me, straddle me, and keep my pinned while grinding my crotch with hers. Eventually, I'd be coaxed into an erection and my mood would change, but it was a little scary once I realized that there wasn't much I could do if she didn't want to listen to my refusal.
"But, all of those things are what cost? Your body has changed so significantly, you're probably bigger than I am! Or at least the same size, but how long is that going to last? In another week or two, you'll get taller, stronger, and larger. You're just not the woman I married!" I blurted that last part out and instantly regretted it. My lips tightened shut.
"Not the woman you married, huh?" Jen's deep voice grew dark, which caused a twinge of fear to strike my heart. I knew Jen would never hurt me, but her demeanor was so confident and dominant, the uncertainty downright intimidated me. "What about the whole 'til death do us part' thing? 'For better and for worse'? 'In sickness and in health'?"
"I'm sorry," I recoiled, "I didn't mean it like that. I love you, babe. It's just that, you've changed so much. Maybe you don't see just how drastic your transformation has been, but I've watched the small, petite, shy girl I knew grow into a gruff, abrasive, energetic, muscular animal. I've had to sit by as you've approached me in height and now surpassed it. I kept my mouth shut as you lifted more and more weights until you could out bench me with barely any effort. And I've done my best to be supportive as you eat mountains of food, pile up dishes and dirty laundry, sweat up a storm, and fail to control your body hair that keeps insisting on growing. I just... it's hard to see much of the 'old Jen' in you anymore. And it scares me."
"You know I think?" Jen said with a rough laugh, "I don't think you're scared that I'm different. I think you're scared that I'm bigger. Honey, let's face it; you do have a bit of an ego on you."
"Well, yeah!" my voice raised and my face grew hot," I guess it is a little shameful of me to admit, but yes, I have an ego and yes, it sucks that I'm not bigger than you anymore. But is that so strange for me to feel that way? You've always admired my athleticism and loved it when I'd pick you up, swing you around, and just hold you in my arms. I liked the way that you felt protected and I could feel like I was keeping a watchful eye over you. I loved that you looked up to me to be your man. Now that's gone and so yes, I feel like less of a man. I said it. Are you happy?"
Jen was still and for a few seconds, silence filled the room. There was nothing but the sound of our breathing and the thumping in her chest as we remained in a snuggled position. We both simply inhaled and exhaled for a few moments, letting the tension sink. Finally, Jen spoke up.
"Yes," she said calmly with a dramatic pause. "Yes, I'm happy to hear you finally say it. I don't take any joy in the fact that our situation bothers you so much, but at the very least, I'm happy we're talking about it and I'm relieved that you can finally admit it."
She was still again as she let her words sink in. I remained quiet as my breathing returned to normal and my mood dampened a little. I was still upset, but she was right; it was a good thing that we were talking about this instead of ignoring it. She continued.
"Whether you realize it or not, our situation is different and I think that, if you keep an open mind, it will be for the better. It's not healthy for you to feel so much necessity in being the protector, the provider, the alpha male. We live in wonderful times where relationships can operate on different dynamics, with both partners being equals... or even the woman taking the dominant role."
"It's not that I don't want us to be equals!" I piped in defensively. Wasn't it? I mean, I always considered our relationship to be very balanced. But if that was true, why did the sudden power shift in our marriage offend me so much. "Or at least...well, is it such a big deal that I miss being the strong one? Why do you have to make me feel guilty? Is it wrong for me to enjoy my physical stature?"
"Not at all, dear," she spoke in a monotonous tone, "But it's the way you rely on it so heavily for happiness. I mean, look at us now. We're newlyweds; we're supposed to be happy and blissful, and yet just because your wife gets a little bit of muscle and a fancy job, suddenly you feel oppressed and moody."
"I..." I started to speak, but couldn't find the proper comeback. I mean, I guess I was being a bit moody about it. I knew I should be grateful. But it was more than that. Her body straight up bothered me. I began to open my mouth, knowing that I needed to speak my next words very carefully if I didn't want to offend her. "Maybe it's the fact that I'm... not as attracted to your new body, physically, as I was your old one?"
Even in the darkness, I could feel Jen's cold eyes staring at me. But she waited for further explanation, so I gulped and continued.
"You're taller and more muscular than the average male. Your breasts have pretty much been replaced by pecs. Your traps and back give you a dominating posture that's hard to miss. And it's not just the muscles. There are other things that give you a far more...masculine presence than ever before. Your face has gotten harder, your jaw is definitely more defined, and your eyes are more piercing and intimidating. Even your neck is thicker and your adams apple has protruded noticeably. Your voice has gotten much deeper, to the point where you don't even sound the same. Your feet and hands are not just bigger, but all around veiny and rough. And that's not even bringing your body hair into account. I know you've been shaving daily, but it still doesn't seem like enough to keep it at bay. You're constantly stubbly and I'm just not attracted to it. I don't feel attracted to any of it, and the more you change, the more I realize it."
I felt bad saying it. But I needed to get it all off my chest. She needed to know what I saw and what I thought. Of course, I may have been exaggerating my disgust a little bit. I still had trouble admitting it to myself, but I actually didn't find her unattractive. I mean, I didn't love her new look or her changes; I desperately wanted my old life back. But, it's not like I wanted to throw up at the site of her or anything. Sure, her large, muscular frame and more rugged traits were jarring and confusing, but I wouldn't say that I hated them or anything. They were just...different and only made me more aware of my own inferior size and strength. That was the real issue here. But, maybe if she thought I didn't find her attractive anymore, it'd change her mind and we could go back to being a normal married couple.
Another moment passed until Jen finally bellowed in a deep laugh. "Ha," she chuckled starkly, "You really thought I didn't notice? You don't think I realize these traits aren't the definition of female beauty? Don't be so naive, hon."
"Listen," she continued, "What we're accomplishing with our research is an amazing thing, and that alone keeps me motivated. But the longer I've been a part of these tests and the more I changed, the more I realized something. The standards that society puts on female beauty are despicable. You mean we're supposed to remain weak, mousy, frail, and pathetic all of our lives, just because some people tell us that's the way we're supposed to look and act? Now that I'm on the other side, I'm not just choosing not to accept that, I'm choosing to shatter those standards. I'm going to be my own standard. I choose to be strong, tall, dominant, successful, and confident, even with the world telling, maybe even my own husband, telling me that it's 'not sexy'. I'm going to transcend these societal boundaries and transform the ideals from the inside out. Hell, maybe I'll inspire some other women to follow suit. You should hear the other women at work murmur about how jealous they are of my size and stature and how they can't wait to try the serum for themselves once it's perfected. Honestly, if they had to take a little extra body hair and a deeper voice to obtain what I've obtained, I have a feeling most of them would make that trade happily. The world is going to change, and women are going to realize that they don't need to be anything but what they want to be. We can be tall and strong and in charge and we can change the standard for what's beautiful."
For a few minutes, I let Jen's speech sink in, her words echoing through my head. She spoke about it with such passion, I knew she wasn't kidding. She really did believe in what she was doing; not just the health benefits of the serum, but in her entire transformation. She was right. She really was becoming something else; something that the world hadn't seen before and something that most of society would try and shun and find to be an abomination. And I couldn't help but find admiration in my wife's motivations.
A big weight of humility nestled into my heart and I find myself feeling pretty ashamed of how selfish I had been acting. The more I considered her words, the more I realized that I was a part of the problem Jen was trying to fix. I was at the very center of that society, telling her that she was no longer beautiful because she didn't fit what was deemed "ideal". I was too unsatisfied with my own life and my own failures that I tried to point out her success and call it unnatural, claiming that "It's not supposed to be that way." Dammit, I was being such an asshole.
Of course, my ego still needed healing and I didn't know if I could ever be truly comfortable with the way our lives had changed, but I knew that I needed to start focusing on the positive and be more supportive.
"Look," I said, swallowing and trying to collect my thoughts, "I'm sorry for the things I've said and how I've acted. You have to admit that this whole situation is still quite startling. I'm not crazy for thinking that right? I mean, you have changed so drastically in just a handful of months that I still think that I'm going to wake up from a crazy dream any second and we'll be back in our college dorm, binge watching The Office and eating ice cream, worrying about exams and paying student loans. Our life is just different than what I ever pictured it would look like. And, to put it quite bluntly, you're different than what I ever pictured you'd look like. I mean, I thought once we were married and got older the worst that could happen is that you'd put on some weight."
I let out a genuine laugh to try and ease the tension and Jen followed suit. In the darkness she raised her big beefy arm into a flex, releasing a mountainous bicep. "I have definitely put on weight," she chuckled deeply, "Probably just not the kind you expected."
"I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'll try and...get used to this. If this is what you really want. I can't promise it'll be easy for me. I still picture you as the small, slender girl that I met in science class. It's going to take quite some adjusting for me to start getting it into my head that...this is the person you want to be and this is who you are now." The words stuck in my throat a bit. I knew I was telling the truth; I'd definitely give this whole thing an honest try, but I could sense how hard it was going to be. Could I ever be truly okay with this?
"I appreciate it, babe," Jen's arm around me tightened a little more, her hard bicep digging into my face and squeezing my head deeper into the crux of her shoulder. "I hope you realize that this isn't just a phase or a temporary side effect. This is who I picture myself as and who I want to be. I'm happier than I've ever been."
As uneasy as it made me, I definitely believed her. And if I truly loved her, I'd need to get that through my skull and learn to adopt that way of thinking. This was Jen now. Not that skinny, mousy science nerd I asked out on a date. That woman was long gone. I still felt sick trying to accept it, but I put on a smile.
"I promise, I'm going to try my hardest to change my approach to this whole thing. I'll be supportive of you and your life. Again, this won't be easy. I hope you can understand how uncomfortable I am with all of this and how drastically my life has been changing and will continue to change."
"I do understand," Jen said in a serious tone. "I've understood that from day one. And maybe I should have done a better job at easing you into this. I know I made a huge life decision while barely consulting you and that's not how a marriage should work. For that, I'm sorry and I'll keep you updated on every part of my new life from now on. I think we can really become something better; a couple that can be the example of a new generation. A generation of acceptance and breaking traditional gender roles. If you can learn to accept this and let go of your preconceptions, we can really change things."
With that, she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I stayed snuggled onto my wife's hulking muscle body, letting her words repeat themselves in my head until I finally drifted off. I knew that there were bound to be some bumps, but I just wanted a happy marriage. And Jen was so sure this was what she wanted that I knew in order to be happy, I had to be happy for her. Our lives were going to get much different; they had been doing so for months now and would continue to do so. Only this time, maybe I could finally be ahead of the curve and actually look forward to it instead of letting it shock me into submission.
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Spring, 2009
"Babe, is it almost done?" a deep voice bellowed suddenly from behind me, making me jump slightly. "I'm starving over here!"
"It's nearly ready, dear," I stammered with a smile, "Just be a little more patient." Four sizable cuts of beef sizzled over the skillet in front of me, oil crackling as the meat was seared by the heat. I grabbed a pinch of cracked pepper and delicately sprinkled the extra seasoning on top while diced mushrooms and onions stewed on the smaller pan. I also had a sizeable tray of garlic mashed potatoes ready to pop out of the oven at any moment and a béarnaise sauce slowly churning in a pot. The smell of the entire ensemble hit my nose as I cooked, making my mouth water.
The amount of food I cooked was enough to feed a family of five. Or one massive Jen and her husband. Three of the thick steaks were hers and she'd likely go through the entire tray of potatoes, letting me take a few scoops first before it was demolished. And of course, this would be her second dinner of the day. She had already eaten at a work banquet just a few hours prior, but was basically demanding another meal the second she came crashing through the door. I didn't mind though; she was a growing girl after all and needed all the nutrients she could get. She did become quite intimidating when she was hungry though; I swear if she was hasty enough, she'd rip apart those steaks raw.
My outlook on things in the last few months had certainly changed. I still wouldn't say I was 100% comfortable with our situation, but I did promise I would try my best to be supportive and I was living by that promise. And that certainly helped me get past my obvious issues with feeling inferior to my wife. The day finally came that Jen's powerful legs stretched long enough to overtake me in height, and while I should have been far more bothered by it, I decided not to let it get to me and keep a positive attitude while looking towards the future.
After the night that we had our meaningful chat, we had spent other nights trying to ease me into accepting her transformation. We tried to talk more openly about her changes, her increasing size and strength, her ridiculous amounts of testosterone and all of the effects that came with it. The subject was still a little touchy, but after a few weeks, things got a little easier. Once I was able to accept that I was no longer the biggest or the strongest in the household, and that this was who Jen wanted to be, my ego could be placed on the shelf and I finally had room to simply...admire my wife's changes.
I still wouldn't say I was attracted to her new self, but at the very least I was awe struck by it. The sheer width of her frame and the way her silhouette now completely encompassed mine; it was certainly a sight to behold whether I enjoyed it or not. I started finding much more intrigue in her other features too. For instance her adams apple had distended and her voice had dropped so low that it almost mimicked mine. We spent one night in bed, in a bit of a silly mood, just seeing who could talk in the deepest tone. At that point, we were about tied, but I couldn't help but find amazement in the fact that she would probably sound deeper than me in just another couple of weeks.
Her hands and feet were also something to marvel at. Sometimes, as we cuddled on the couch during a movie, I'd take her hand in mine and gawk at the fact that I could no longer engulf her once petite hands in my own. Jen would laugh and we'd hold up our hands together to compare sizes; her thick fingers reached up a couple centimeters past my own and her entire palm was able to overshadow the entirety of mine. They were also more veiny and rough too, usually covered in a few calluses due to her intense weight training.
I also started to take more note of her facial changes. Her smooth and feminine cheeks were certainly gone; the leanness in her face had given her a much more dimply smile with a stronger, more defined jaw and chin. Her nose also seemed a bit wider and more pronounced. I had definitely noticed the difference in her eyes early on, but now that I was really accepting her new body, I could really see the change. Sure, they were the same color, but something in them just seemed colder, more calculating, and angrier. Not that Jen was an angry person, but the look in her eyes just gave her an air of intimidation that dropped the temperature of whatever room she entered. It instilled within her a confidence that I fell victim to; every time I met her stark gaze, I immediately felt weaker and inferior. It didn't necessarily bring me fear, but rather urged me to respect her authority. Everything about her, both in looks and attitude, seemed more gruff.
I finally was able to confront her body hair problem too. Now that we could talk about it openly, I voiced that since it was the one part of her body that she could at least control (or attempt to, anyway), she had to be more adamant about shaving. When I brought it up, she kind of scoffed amusingly, as if me ordering her to do something was a complete joke. But Jen agreed and she removed her armpit, leg, and various other body stubble frequently enough that I barely noticed it when she was home. She did say that she wanted her bush to remain and I accepted that. If I'm being honest, her pubic hair had become a bit attractive to me; it was maybe a bit too wild and unkempt for my taste, but the more I was around it, the more I came to enjoy it. Something about it was just so feral and ferocious.
Our sex life had also taken a pretty drastic turn. Now that I was more accommodating of Jen's more "dominant" persona, that characteristic started popping up more and more in the bedroom. First, she started preferring the top more and more, always wanting to ride me. I think it was partly so she could be in control, but also because she wanted to force me to stare at her muscular torso as we fucked. Her beefy legs would straddle my entire upper body and her chiseled abs would churn and move as we heavy weight ground me into the bed, my cock wedged deep inside of her. If I tried to close my eyes or turn my head away from her body, she'd reach down a vascular hand, grab my chin, and turn me to face her while she brought up her impressive guns into a heroic double bicep flex. A dimply smile would always cross her hard face as she took in my stunned reaction. I felt a little ashamed to admit that seeing her flex like that usually pushed me over the edge, causing me to cum right then and there. She'd let out a throaty chuckle, as if to say "Right on schedule."
She also found a lot of satisfaction in lifting me up during foreplay. We'd be kissing tenderly on the couch, devolving into a slow, but steady make-out, and she'd get up off the couch, suddenly towering above my sitting viewpoint, and lift me up by the armpits. My feet would be dangling just inches off the ground while she drove her face back into mine, resuming the kissing session. The first few times it shocked me, not only in terms of her forcefulness, but her sheer strength as well. But I started to almost expect it; once the heat got turned up, I knew it was only going to be moments before she'd hoist me up, engulfing my body into her muscular frame. While it was still a bit freaky to me, there was something about the way she took control that started to turn me on, just a little bit. It was a far departure from our old sex life, and that was probably for the better.
At this point, I estimated she stood about 6'5" and 225 lbs, which gave her enough sturdiness to pick me up and make me feel dwarfed by her size. Still, the ease with which she could pluck me off the couch and maneuver my 200 lbs seemed impossible. But, with Jen, I was beginning to learn that she considered "impossible" a challenge. I could now see clearly that even as the changes became more drastic, she had no intention of stopping. Sure, she had always said that to me in the past, but I suppose I turned a blind eye to it and managed to convince myself that one day it would be over and our lives could go back to normal. But now that I shed the naivety, I could definitely see it in her eyes and hear it in her voice; there was no stopping for her. She was going to achieve the impossible and change the world, by force if necessary. The intensity in her attitude towards her transformation and the eventual impact she'd pose on society made me shudder, but at the same time, being able to be by her side to witness the marvels she was accomplishing, it sure was amazing.
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"Seriously, babe," Jen called from the dining area, "I'm going to eat this table soon if I don't get some meat in front of me." She let out a deep laugh. I chuckled along, but couldn't help but sense a bit of seriousness. She was absolutely insatiable these days, and I meant that in more ways than one.
The steaks were still a little on the rare side, but were definitely ready enough. I didn't have the heart to make my wife wait another minute for her meal, so I grabbed a pair of tongs and plucked the sizzling beef off of the skillet. I piled three thick cuts of meat onto Jen's plate, topped the stack with some mushrooms, onions, and sauce, and quickly delivered the steaming meal to the table.
"Sheesh, calm down honey," I said with a smile, setting down the steaks in front of her, "See, all ready. Now, I'll bring the potatoes over and I think I can heat up some veggies quick for a nice side-dish and-"
Before my hand let go of the plate, Jen was already stabbing it with a fork, angrily butchering it with a knife, and removing a huge bite. She shoved the chunk into her mouth and chewed greedily, moaning deeply with closed eyes. Within a few seconds, she was swallowing and already slicing up another piece to feed her hungry gullet.
"Damn, Jennifer!" I said in amazement with a hint of annoyance, "You know I spent a long time trying to capture the perfect flavor; I bet you're not even tasting it!"
"Sorry...dear," Jen murmured between forkfuls, "it's...delicious...mmmph...but...so...hungry...mmph." Sitting down, I decided I better scoop up some potatoes while I still could; it wouldn't be long before Jen was done with her three steaks and was hungrily gulping down the rest of the food on the table. I sighed, but couldn't help but laugh a little.
"I understand," I said to the sound of clattering silverware and Jen's eating noises, "You need your protein." It was crazy seeing my wife hunch over the table in front of her; she managed to make everything around her look small in comparison. I was honestly starting to see why Feminox insisted on decking out our house with oversized furniture and appliances. Could they have been anticipating this for a while now? It seemed too odd to be a coincidence.
Come to think of it, I really didn't know a whole lot about Jen's company. I hadn't visited the building since her interview last summer and I was never invited to come see her workplace again. Life had moved pretty fast for us and being preoccupied with my own job search and getting our new house situated, I really hadn't had the time to wonder about the business. But there were definitely things that didn't add up. I mean, searching the name on the internet came up with virtually nothing and their company website was clean and prestine, but essentially bare bones as far as information was concerned; nothing but your typical PR speak, some vague lines about their mission statement, and a list of women's organizations and charities they've supported. The whole thing was a mystery and all I knew for certain was that Feminox was a science lab, that they were the ones that pushed Jen into the forefront of her research, and that they were paying her a fuck load of money for it.
"Hey babe," I mumbled, slowly cutting at my steak, "Can I ask you about your company?" Jen looked up from her plate of food but continued to devour the feast in front of her. At this point, there was only a little of her meal left, and that would be gone in no time at all. She swallowed, grunted, and spoke up as her utensils worked on freeing another large bite, her round delts flaring in the process.
"What do you want to know?"
"Well, I just sort of realized that I know basically nothing about where you work. I mean, considering it's your career, I feel like I should take more of an interest in it. They have been treating us very well, not just in terms of money, but also this house and all of its features. And...well, let's be honest. They are the reason that you've...changed so much. I just want to know more about Feminox. Why was it started? What are they trying to accomplish? What's up with the name? I don't know, just give me anything. My information bank on your place of work is completely empty."
Jen paused her eating. At first I thought she was pausing for dramatic effect, but then I noticed that the only reason she stopped was because all the food in front of her had disappeared completely. It never ceased to amaze me; I was still only a quarter of the way through my own steak and meanwhile she had consumed three of them and almost an entire tray of potatoes.
"Okay," she said with a cool look on her face. She set down her fork and knife, and leaned back into a stretch, her hulking arms jetting up overhead, which caused her lats to spread widely, showing off their fullness even through her work shirt. Underneath her arms, wet circles of sweat soaked through, starting at her armpits and reaching halfway down her torso. But that wasn't even surprising these days; she still was sweating more than I thought possible, but at least recently she was showering more for my sake so her stench was more mild. Though I'll admit, I was growing accustomed to her natural odor. Now, I thought of it less as a "bad" smell and more as a "Jen" smell.
"I guess I can fill you in on some things. First of all, I'm sure you could guess that the name is because the company finds great necessity in the advancement of women. We're well known to sponsor different women's organizations and some of our greatest donations are put into scholarships and grants for women who want to get into the fields of mathematics, politics, and science. I guess you could say our entire goal is to see women treated differently than we have been in the past, in terms of societal expectations, careers, and positions of power."
"Well, that all makes sense," I interrupted slightly, "I think it's a great cause and all, but, you were never too much into all this feminist stuff when we were in college."
"These were ideas I always believed in; I have for a long time. I guess I just never had the courage to speak out about them. As a woman of science, college was rough for me. You wouldn't believe the amount of students and even professors that treat you as an outcast; like you don't belong in their department. Most women going into science try to become doctors or nurses, but other areas such as physics, engineering, and chemistry; these are male dominated fields. No matter how smart I was, I always felt I was looked at differently."
"I didn't know that," I said softly, "You were always a bit shy in college, but I always considered you to be a happy person. I didn't realize you were so passionate about this and that you felt so mistreated."
"Well, I'll admit that it wasn't as drastic as I'm making it sound. And I was always happy, especially when it came to us. But, I suppose a lot of the reason I was happy is because I decided to just put my head down and ignore the greater issues. I ignored the sexism prevalent at our university, even when it was affecting me directly. I didn't have the voice to speak up. But working at Feminox has made me realize that not only should I speak up about it, but that I can actively be a part of the solution. My research has shown us that we really can change the world."
"You keep saying that," I noted, getting up from the table to start clearing a few plates and getting the kitchen cleaned. "You've mentioned before that you intend on changing the world and shifting how society views women. And it all leads back to your research and the drugs you're taking...and what you're becoming. I guess, I'm wondering; should I be concerned? At first, you pitched this serum to me as something that could make humanity stronger and healthier as a whole. But now, it seems like Feminox wants to use this serum, and god knows whatever other research they have going on, to forcefully push women into the forefront of society."
There was a glint in Jen's cold eyes for a moment. These days her face always had a stern look on it; the way her jaw was strengthening and squaring up always gave her a serious tone and an air of authority. The sight made me shrink down in my seat a little, my posture drooping slightly. But soon her dimples formed into a smile and she bellowed out a chuckle.
"Dear," she laughed, "You make it sound like I work at some evil lair formed in the heart of a volcano and that our CEO is a mad scientist, twirling his long mustache. Don't be so dramatic. Look, we're just trying to do good where we can. And yes, our focus is on women, but we have the good of the whole planet at heart. We just want to make this crazy, fucked up Earth a little bit better for everyone, okay? And thank you for the dinner, it was delicious. Sorry, I was so impatient; I get a little unruly when I'm hungry!"
I thought for a moment, but decided to let the conversation slide. I suspected there was more I was missing, but tonight wasn't the night to get into it. Jen had at least opened up a little bit about her company and that was a start.
"You're welcome," I said with a smirk, running the sink over the pile of dishes and cooking wares. However, Jen was soon right behind me, her large arm reaching around me to switch off the sink. I stood there motionless as her large, veiny hands gripped me tight and pulled me back against her. I could feel her rockhard pecs bulging into my upper back and the warmth of her titan body engulfing mine was pleasant and calming.
"Leave the dishes," Jen instructed deeply, her breath tingling on my neck. She turned me around, taking my hand in hers and leading me over to the large couch in our oversized living room. "I just want to hold my husband for a bit." We sat down on the couch and cuddled in silence for a few minutes, my head resting on her large pecs as the sound of her strong heart thumped in her chest.
We went from our snuggle to eventually laying down on the couch with Jen on top, kissing softly. My hands, knowing exactly what they wanted, worked their way down to her ass. It definitely wasn't the jiggly petite butt that the old Jen had. Now it wasn't something else entirely. It was a big round fleshy globe of rock hard muscle, complete with striations that led down to her beefy hamstrings. Her ass was certainly much different, but I still loved it. Now I just loved it for new reasons. It was no longer petite and soft, but it was bigger and more shapely, and the muscularity of it made it fun to grope and spank. Each cheek was its own bundle of muscle, and I had a feeling that if I reached into her deep crack, she could cut off circulation to my fingers just by flexing those strong glutes together.
Our tender kissing continued and I wrapped my hands around her wide back, admittedly finding pleasure in gripping her thick lats. The more I was able to explore her muscular body without limitations, the more I was growing fond of it. Sure, it wasn't the slender, feminine body that I remembered, but it wasn't unattractive. In fact, the new curves of her muscles made her body a new relic for me to discover; now when we got intimate, it was like I was seeing her for the first time all over again. There was still a hint of uneasiness at the fact that she was bigger than I was, but that was slowly subsiding and my outlook was getting a bit more positive each day. This was just the way things were now, and it was neither right nor wrong. This was simply our reality.
Running my fingers across her back and up to her bouldering deltoids, I paused as my finger felt the moist circle of sweat that drenched her shirt by her underarms. The moment wasn't exactly ruined, but I knew that I couldn't continue as long as I was aware of it. I then also became acutely aware of how wet her nylons were as my bare feet rubbed up against hers.
"Babe," I said, breaking away from the kiss, "Sorry, but...you're pretty sweaty right now. It's kind of distracting."
Jen simply chuckled in a low tone. She was never the least bit offended whenever I brought it up. I kind of appreciated the sheer amount of self assurance she had. Instead of getting huffy or embarrassed like other women might have, she simply got up off the couch and pulled me up easily with her, setting me back down on my feet.
"Well," she said seductively, "Let's just go get cleaned up then."
We giggled like high school kids at the prom as we jogged up the stairs of our mansion up to the shower room. I say shower room because that's exactly what it was; it was an entire room that was a shower. Think of a locker room washroom with tiled walls and floors and multiple shower heads jetting water from all sides. Here though, there were also several tiled seating platforms, a wall sized mirror at one end, and a giant faucet overhead that drizzled down a steady stream, covering the entirety of the area. It was becoming one of my favorite places in our house, especially during the frigid winter when you could just sit and let the hot water encase your body from every direction.
On our way, we started leaving a trail of clothes, my jeans and her work skirt becoming casualties of our sexy escapade. Soon our shirts followed, along with Jen's pantyhose, bra, and underwear. As I nearly tripped over my socks, trying to wrestle the last clothing item from my feet, Jen paced ahead of me with her long strides. I soaked in the view of Jen's huge, muscle butt and thick thighs marching rhythmically. The way she walked was less and less feminine; she no longer shook her hips and walked with dainty carefulness. Instead, these days she had a certain strut to her step that was much more certain and confident, like she always knew exactly where she was headed.
I watched how her glutes flexed and shifted with each step, how her hamstrings would contract and bulge, and the way her meaty calves would ball up into tight softball sized pistons of energy. Her feet, getting larger by the day, met the ground with a stomp that echoed through the hall. They had become much bigger than my own feet and appeared grotesque due to their size and vascularity. However, Jen still painted her toe nails a deep, candy apple red, as they were clinging on to the shred of femininity they had left. A smirk crossed my face as I realized I no longer found those features of hers to be disgusting as I used to; now, it was simply amusing and just another part of Jennifer's pursuit.
We entered the shower and the auto sensors, picking up our motion, turned the water on immediately. Within seconds, a rain of hot water was pouring down over our naked bodies, relieving and washing away any sense of worry or tension of the previous weeks. Steam quickly began to rise off of the ground, but the large open area and plentiful ventilation allowed it to dissipate easily. Jen turned around to face me and my eyes drunk in her frame. Her shoulder length hair, now sopping wet, reached down to the peaks of her bulging traps, which framed her thick neck. Those traps arced down and met her wide, round delts, which gave her an incredibly imposing stature. Combined with the size and strength of her back, her posture was unmatched, and even though she was only an inch taller than I was, she made me feel like I was shrinking in her presence. Her breasts were, well, simply not breasts anymore. There wasn't a single trace of fat left on her chest, her boobs now completely gone. In their place was a beefy, manly set of pectorals complete with large, erect nipples.
My eyes traced down her bulky abs and obliques, which distended out and back in as she took heavy, hulking breaths. From there, I gazed at her full hairy bush, which was now sopping wet from the shower. The hair also had crawled up even closer to her belly button, giving her a faint treasure trail that was growing darker. I didn't think that when she said she wanted to keep her pubic hair that it included keeping that part. But at the moment, while I was horny and gaping at my wife's naked body, I couldn't find myself caring. Also, protruding from her thick, wet pubes was an erect clit; likely the only soft part on her entire body these days. It was a silky, nub that seemed to be expanding along with the rest of her. During sex it usually rubbed up against the top of my penis, which gave an extra amazing sensation for both of us. Lately she was finding much more pleasure from me stimulating it; today, it didn't seem to need any extra stimulation.
I went over to her and she opened her arms for an embrace. As our naked bodies enclosed on one another, beads of hot water ran down our backs and pooled in the creases where our skin pressed together. Her muscles bulged hard against me and my dick began to bulge against her upper thigh. She wrapped her beefy arms around me and I could feel her round biceps squeezing into my shoulders and holding me tighter. I reached both of my hands down, one reaching around to grope her muscled ass and the other squirming between our pelvises to fondle her clit. I began rubbing it and pinching, giving it light squeezes and soft strokes in between my fingers. Jen let out a deep moan that thrummed within her chest.
At that point, she lost control and used her superior strength to grab me by the shoulders and lead me towards the tiled bench. She gave me a light shove, forcing me to sit down on the outcropping. From my seated position, I looked up to see her tall, domineering body in front of me, water dripping down from her head and shoulders and running down her hard pecs and abs. She towered over me with her hands on her hips, looking down on me with a devious smile across her strong face and a spark of cold, mischief in her eyes. She didn't look at me like I was her husband; she looked at me like I was a piece of meat that she was ready to devour, the same way she had devoured those steaks a little earlier.
"Time to pleasure your wife, little man." Jen didn't say it as a question; that was an order, and she said so confidently in her deep baritone voice. Little man? That was an odd thing to say. She knew just how sensitive I had been about her overtaking me in size and that my ego was still a bit fragile about it. Was she trying to upset me? She had never said something demeaning like that to me before.
Before I could think on it any longer, a big, strong hand palmed the back of my head and shoved me face-first into her hairy pussy. At first, I didn't do a single thing due to the shock of her forwardness, but after a few seconds, I started to lick, and damn it, I started to enjoy it. The way she had completely taken control was something to get used to, but it certainly turned up the heat and I quickly found myself lapping at her lips and jetting my tongue in and out of her cunt. Another deep moan reverberated within her torso and her thick fingers began to tangle up in my wet hair as she pushed my head even more firmly into her crotch. As I licked my tongue deep inside her, her huge clit rubbed up against my nose until I worked my way up to it. I lapped at the sizeable nub for a while until taking the whole thing into my mouth, sucking and twirling my tongue around it. Jen's body shuddered and she continued to groan.
The whole scene was such a rush and I couldn't stand it anymore; I reached down to grab my erect penis and started stroking myself. There I sat, on a bench in our shower, jerking myself off while my face was deep in my wife's hairy box. The warm water that ran down her body dripped onto my head and I found myself looking up to take in my wife's giant body. To my surprise, in Jen's ecstasy, she had her eyes completely closed and was flexing her bicep! The hand that wasn't placed on my head was balled into a fist, pumping tightly so her bicep could expand and contract into a ball of dense muscle. She wasn't just getting off on my oral performance, she was getting off from just flexing to herself! She was also visibly squeezing her huge pecs together; as they tightened, they danced and bounced, displaying the immense control she had over her chest muscles.
The sight of it was so odd, and honestly, quite freaky. And for some reason, that's exactly what made it so hot; my wife was obsessed with her changing body, her strength, and her dominance. She was completely enraptured by how she was growing and how beefy it made her. As I continued to lick her vag and stroke myself, it was clear just how much of a sexual high she was getting from her own buffness. And that was starting to affect me too. Within a few more seconds, I reached the point of no return and began cumming, spraying a few strands onto the shower floor and onto my wife's ankles. I must have made a moaning sound, because my wife was snapped back to attention, opening her eyes and looking back down on me with a smile. She caught my glance and smiled while I looked up at her, staring at her flexing and watching in awe with my hand wrapped around my spurting cock. I couldn't imagine how pathetic I looked; so small and insignificant compared to her, literally beneath her and at her service, helplessly masturbating to her huge body.
It was as if she read my mind, and that moment sent her over the edge. My tongue wiggled wildly around her thick clit and she bucked back, pressing my head as deep as she could into her hairy pussy. She boomed out a deep moan; the deepest I had ever heard her voice go. It echoed throughout the walls of the shower, vibrating the steam encased room for a few seconds. She bucked a few more times as her moans grew softer and eventually her grip on my hair loosened and she let me escape from the confines of her thick bush.
Jen looked down on me and gave a satisfied grunt, her large pecs heaving with each of her gratuitous, post orgasm breaths. Both of her big hands slid under my arms and she hoisted me up effortlessly to a standing position. She brought me into a firm embrace and we both stood there, gasping in lingering pleasure as the warm water continued to trickle down our bodies.
After a few moments, I looked into Jen's eyes. Now that she was just a bit taller than me, I definitely noticed my glance had a bit of an upward angle to it in order to meet her eye-line. Her steely irises were wild with energy and she gave me a confident smirk. Even immediately after her climax, the look on her face said that she was ready for more; I just couldn't believe how out of control her libido was. After cumming, I was tired and knew I'd be satisfied for quite a while. I didn't want to tempt fate by turning Jen on again; she'd probably run me raged without even a thought. Instead, I simply walked out of the shower room to get some towels.
"It's getting a little too warm for me," I said as I exited the water, "I'm going to dry off." My wife watched me walk out (I could feel her eyes hungrily eating me up) and soon followed. We both dried off as we made our way to the master bathroom. I was tired after the big meal and the evening romp. Plus the hot water had calmed my mind and put me in the perfect mood for sleep.
Jen and I both stood side by side in the bathroom, facing the mirror, both of us completely naked while we went through our nightly routine. There, in the mirror, was the most jaw dropping sight I had ever seen; the full image of our two bodies, right next to each other. I had, of course, seen Jen grow right before my eyes over the last half a year, but never before had we really compared our bodies so directly. As I stood to her immediate left, I was absolutely astonished by the sheer contrast the mirror was portraying.
I looked at myself and back to Jen; in the mirror I still appeared quite tall and well-built, but compared to my wife, I looked skinnier, smaller, and more drained than ever. Next to me, Jen stood tall and straight with her bulky traps and flared lats creating an inspiring silhouette, while I could feel the way I hunched slightly. My shoulders were well muscled and had a decent broadness to them, but her shoulders were truly round caps that took her width to the next level. Next to her wide frame, I appeared thinner than I usually saw myself. I had a slight hint of abs that were definitely notably strong when I flexed, but Jen's mid section was packed with a rippling washboard without the slightest effort. All over her body her muscles were much more noticeable than mine; ripped and bulky, complete with striations, veins, and cuts.
While Jen continued to get ready, brushing her teeth and washing her face, I continued to take in the clear differences between our reflections. Even the little things were becoming apparent now. Her adam's apple was now more distended than mine and was placed upon a much more broad and thick neck. Her chin and jaw were much more distinct, following strong curves that gave her a much more stoic appearance than my own traditionally handsome visage. Of course her hands and feet had already grown bigger than mine, but I never noticed how much thicker and veinier her wrists and calves were. It was odd but I even began comparing our pubic hair. I trimmed mine every now and again just to keep things modest, but it had been a while since I had groomed down there. Even so, Jen's bush was unkempt and thick, clearly longer and more unruly than mine. Hers also had started to form upwards into a treasure trail, adding to the feral appearance. As she continued to wash her face, I also noticed the growing stubble underneath her arms.
I had come to accept a lot of Jen; hell, I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't taking an enjoyment in certain aspects of her new self. But it was a slow process and occasionally, the red warning sign popped up in my head when I saw something my brain was convinced I should be concerned about. Seeing just how much pubic hair she had accumulated as well as the already growing armpit hair lurking, I opened my mouth in a knee jerk response.
"You're getting too hairy again," I murmured without much thought. I didn't mean to sound so blunt and it was only when Jen paused while rinsing her face that I realized how abrupt that probably sounded. Still, after our sexy shower, I was a little light headed and swamped with an exhaustion that had overcome my internal filter.
"I shaved this morning," Jen stated deeply, dabbing her face with a towel. I continued to gape at her armpits as she dried herself; they were clearly past the stubble stage and were starting to get a lengthy scruffiness to them. My glance drifted downwards and noticed a similar peppering of hair on her shins and lower thighs.
"Well, I guess once a day just isn't cutting it anymore," I stated, unsatisfied with her response. "You'll need to start shaving after one of your work outs at the office. Before you come home." I said the spiel calmly, my mental tiredness not fully preparing me for Jen's response. But once I made eye-contact with Jen's devious glare, I knew I had crossed a line. I felt myself hunch down a little bit, my posture growing even weaker in the mirror next to Jen's mighty frame. I shouldn't have talked to her that way; the way I had said it made it sound like an order.
After a few moments of Jen's cold stare (which felt like hours), a malicious, dimply smile crossed Jen's strong face.
"I have a better idea," she said calmly, but in a low register that sent a shiver up my spine. "I think I'm done shaving. Keeping up with it has been nothing but a hassle and it's getting in the way of time I could be spending eating, researching, exercising, or fucking. If you want me shaven, you're going to have to do it yourself. That's right, little man. If you want a wife that's as bare as a newborn, you'll need to pick up that razor and shave me while I take my morning shower. Let's see how much you enjoy my hairlessness when you're the one that needs to maintain it."
My mouth slacked open slightly as I considered her words. I couldn't believe she was saying these things to me! First of all, she called me "little man" again. Why was she all of a sudden going out of her way to say demeaning things to me? Of course, as evidenced by the mirror in front of us, I was now the smallest one in the household. But she knew how sensitive I was about our shifting relationship. And the way she had been ordering me around; I'll admit that it was pretty hot during intimacy, but I got the sinking feeling that this was the new dynamic she saw for our marriage.
"I-I...I um," I stammered for a bit, trying to collect my words, "You, uh, really want me to shave you? You're not going to shave yourself at all? C'mon, honey, I didn't mean to offend you. I'm a little tired and I was just making an observation. Don't turn this into a fight."
"Oh, this isn't a fight at all," Jen said coolly, "and I'm not the least bit offended. I know that I'm becoming one hairy beast! I'm simply putting the decision in your hands. You want me shaven? Fine. I completely understand; but you're the one that's going to need to put in the work."
"Wait," I muttered, still processing the situation, "You're really saying that you're fine letting your body hair grow out? You're serious? If I don't shave you from now on, you're just going to become a hairy, muscle freak? And you'd be completely okay with that?" I probably shouldn't have used the word freak, but my mind wasn't exactly firing on all cylinders. Jen simply shrugged.
"Like I said," she stated in a low, confident tone, "Shaving is a chunk of time out of my day that I'd like back. Why waste my time doing something that's only fighting the inevitable? I have much better ways to spend my time."
"What?!" I exclaimed, "Babe, you can't just let your body hair grow out! Your body needs to be shaved."
"Great," she said with a coy smirk, "Then I'll see you in the shower tomorrow morning. 6 a.m. sharp." She turned to walk out of the bathroom and gave me a firm pat on the buttocks with her large hand on her way out. My mouth still hung open, failing to comprehend everything I was hearing.
What was with Jen's new attitude? She had been growing more confident yes, but this was something else. She now had an authority that was unquestioned and was beginning to make me doubt my position in our marriage. I was all for feminism and equality, but...this just didn't feel like equality, not in the slightest. But, I was far too tired to concern myself with an internal philosophical debate. I needed to get some rest; apparently I was going to be waking up much earlier than I originally thought.
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Thanks a lot for the comments everyone :) I'm glad I could post two updates in such a short amount of time. I've been working on the next part as well and I hope you're excited for the direction things begin to go with Jennifer.
As always, I'm glad to receive comments, suggestions, and criticisms. Also, feel free to send a PM or email if you have other ideas or simply want to chat muscle!
Thank you once again!
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Your story has been awesome... One of my fantasies was always shaving side by side with my FBB girlfriend in the morning, and getting turned on by the fact her beard had gotten thicker than mine and the fact she would dull a razor in half the time it took me to make one dull. I even fantasized about her using an electric shaver and hearing the motor of the electric razor strain and moan as it struggled to cut the wire thick hairs of her beard. I hope Jenn grows a beard thicker than her husbands and lets him know it.... I also hope Jenns clit keeps getting bigger and bigger till its legit penis size...Also would be hot if Jenn could have 2 or 3 orgasms in the time it takes her husband to have one... ALways turned me on how FBB's on roids with their huge sex drive could jack their clits off like a man and reach orgasm just as fast... None of that half hour of foreplay shit like with a regular girl. An FBB is just as horny or hornier as a man and can orgasm fast and frequently with much more intensity...I mean when a roided up FBB cums it must be such a more powerful sensation than the orgasms she use to have before the roids. Also, it wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing if Jennifer's hair started to thin out. You know... an unforseen side effect of the Feminox. I think it would be hot if her hair started receding and receding to the point she would wear a wig at work, but when she came home she forced her husband to deal with her bald head...Another hot thing would be if Jen's back got so hairy that her husband had to shave it because she can't reach around with those huge wide lats in the way.. Some FBB's have lats that are just covered in testosterone fur... Jenn could be one of them... Just some ideas to play around with Bert.. thats all.. Thank you so much for the story so far... It has been amazing!!
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Hello fellow muscle fans! The next part is here. Sorry it took longer than I expected. Even though this chapter is (slightly) shorter than the last, life still has a way of sucking up my free time. But I'm glad I can finally post it and start writing the next part! I hope you all enjoy it! Please continue to leave comments and ideas! Thanks a lot for reading, as always.
Spring 2008 - The Next Morning
I was roused from my slumber as Jen shifted to get out of bed. Was it morning already? I woke a little disoriented, my head feeling a bit heavy on the satin pillow. I wasn't used to getting up this early; the months of sleeping in and waking on my own schedule had spoiled me terribly. Even through our thick bedroom drapes, I could tell that the sky was still dark. As I blinked drowsily, every part of me wanted to simply roll myself into the cozy sheets and fall asleep, letting myself sink back into the soft bed and relax back into a comforting dream. But the conversation Jen and I had the night before rang in my mind. Jen made it clear that if I wanted her body to be shaved, I was going to need to do it for her. I still couldn't really tell if she was bluffing or not, but based on how indifferent she had been acting these days, I had a feeling she wasn't. How ludicrous our relationship was becoming.
"Maybe just another 10 minutes," I thought, my eye lids fighting to close once again. But as those words mulled about in my head, I noticed Jen had already disappeared out of the room, headed towards the shower, and started up the water. The pitter patter against the tiled floor resounded through the hallway, forcing me back to consciousness.
Jesus, she was already showering. She really didn't intend on waiting for me and she certainly wasn't going to go back on her word. Jen didn't care if I got out of bed to shave her or not; if I didn't, she'd simply go about her day like nothing happened and when she got home, I'd be greeted by a much more stubbly wife. The thought of Jen's body stubble getting out of control sent a jolt of motivation through me, and I was able to pull myself up off the mattress and out of our bedroom.
Entering the shower room, I saw the wide, tall silhouette of Jen, standing stoically in the steam as the water ran down her naked muscular body. Small trickling rivers flowed down her expansive back, weaving and turning as they coursed through the cervices of her muscles. As I approached, the heat wrapped me in a warm, calming embrace, that felt extremely soothing at this early hour. My wife peaked over her shoulder to watch me draw near, her bulky torso twisting and causing her obliques and lats to bulge . I walked up to her, the closing distance making her seem bigger and bigger every second until I was next to her and forced to glance upward due to her slight height advantage. Jen simply gave a confident, dimply smile.
"So," she spoke, her low voice resonating through the room, "You actually got your ass out of bed early for once!"
"Well," I scoffed half amused, "You didn't give me much of a choice." I eyed her up and down, taking in the sight of her back muscles, thick legs, and juicy striated glutes. She was covered in hard curves and veins; as if she was carved from marble. It never ceased to amaze me how she seemed to get more solid every day.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," Jen bellowed with a smirk, "I never forced you to do anything. I simply put a decision in your hands. Or have you been living as a docile house-wife for so long that you forgot what it's like to even make a decision?"
As Jen laughed deeply, it was obvious she said the comment jokingly, but I couldn't help but hear a ring of truth in her words, which certainly stung a bit. The remark certainly seemed a bit back-handed. Did she actually see me as a "house-wife"? It was true that I hadn't really had a job since we graduated and I had been spending most of my days in the house doing chores. The move had kept me pretty busy our new house settled and winter came so fast that it was just too comfortable inside our giant mansion; going outside into the frigid cold was drastically less appealing than lounging in our heated home.
Plus, Feminox supplied us with everything we needed. We got constant shipments of food and free home renovations; if there was ever a problem or a reason for me to leave the house, it was usually taken care of before I could even get around to it. And to be honest, I hadn't been doing a great job at keeping in touch with my friends and family. I hadn't seen most of them since the wedding and I was just now realizing what a hermit I had become over the last half a year.
"W-well," I stammered, snapping back from my deep thought, "I'm making a decision now then! You can't avoid shaving, Jen. You need to keep up a feminine appearance. Even if you don't care about that sort of thing anymore, I still do."
Jen only gave a sly, uncaring smile. "Whatever you say, dear. The razor's over there. You better get to work and quickly. I need to head out pretty soon and I'm not leaving without some damn breakfast!" She pointed to the shower wall where a container of shaving cream and a purple woman's razor rested. I gave a light sigh and went over to grab them; it sounded like I'd better get started.
"Well this is all new to me," I said slightly annoyed, "Where do I even start?" I was pretty unfamiliar with shaving a body. Sure, I did some trimming myself on occasion, but I had never actually gone bare. There had to be a method or an efficient strategy.
Jen shrugged aloofly, which caused her thick traps to flex and the striations on her deltoids to flare. It was astounding how even her smallest movements caused her thick muscles to contract and bulge. "I'm not here to instruct you," her voice boomed within the confines of the shower, "I'm here to get ready. You do whatever you want."
Not entirely sure where to begin, I decided it was best not to ask any more questions. My wife seemed so cold as of late; not unloving, but there was definitely a hint of concentrated rage always beneath the surface. Though she had yet to yell at me or show any real anger, the way she spoke and the stern look on her face always gave me the sense that she could snap at any moment. It was yet another departure from the kind and sweet woman I had married. Lately, I felt it best to simply tip-toe around any issues with her; I certainly didn't want to see her upset and with her multiplying size ,strength, and testosterone, I had to respect the fact that she could react...unpredictably.
As Jen stood, enjoying the water pressure of the hot shower, I sprayed some lather into my hand and crouched down to run it over Jen's legs; they were noticeably prickly to the touch. Her calves and lower thighs were speckled with bits of hair that was already gaining some length, even after a day's time. I worked the lather around, which in turn, really allowed my hand to explore her hard muscles in a way I simply hadn't before. Rubbing her taught, prickly skin, I was able to feel and appreciate the rock hard grooves of her quads. They were impressively thick; a real set of thunder thighs that were wide and beefy. Given her increasing weight and height, it's not a surprise that her legs grew the way they did, the extra base needed to support her onset heaviness.
I wrapped my hands around the back to lather up her hamstrings. I took the opportunity to work my way up to give her ass a playful squeeze, but I noticed that it too had some light traces of stubble on it. Now that I was new to me; the hair back there probably didn't grow in too thick, and Jen's shaving had been enough to keep me unaware of its existence. I began to wonder how much more of her body needed to be maintained. I lathered her ass and worked up to her back, my grip circling around Jen's bulky lats and rear deltoids. There wasn't much in the way of stubble; some light peach fuzz, but nothing crazy. And yet, I found myself taking my time spreading the shaving cream, admiring and groping her the hard muscles of her back and shoulders. I felt a twitch from downstairs as my cock started to engorge. Though it was difficult for me to admit verbally, apparently I did have a latent attraction to Jen's growing muscles.
Not wanting to distract myself from getting the job done, I shook my head to clear the daze I was in and proceeded to work the lather around to the front of her torso. Standing up close to her wet, hulking body, the alternate places where her hair had been growing became apparent. Her pecs and abs were also specked with dots of scruff; much more faint than her legs, but the obviousness of the growth couldn't be ignored. Reluctantly, I ran my hands across the bulk of her torso (taking a few seconds longer than necessary) as I pondered just what I had gotten myself into. I rubbed the suds down her bulging, prickly abs and my hand continued south to lather the treasure trail that had been coming in.
I almost continued downwards to her bush, but my hand paused as it drew close. There was no way I was going to have time to manage that; at this point her pubic hair was a wild, unruly mane, as long as it was thick. Jen had made it clear I was on the clock, and trimming her pubes was going to be an afternoon project in itself. Besides, it wasn't just the time commitment. If I was being totally honest with myself, I had grown used to Jen's bush; maybe even fond of it. The thought of her bare down there, though it was once the norm, just seemed odd to me. It was just another part of the old Jen I was beginning to replace with the new Jen. Lately, whenever I pictured my wife in my mind, it was no longer the petite, mousy girl I met during science class, but instead the tall, dominant, hunk that stood before me in the shower. I couldn't decide if it was a good or a bad sign, but at least it meant I was getting over the pain of yearning for the past.
Without further delay, I began to run the razor across Jen's body. First, I traced her legs, starting down by her ankles and working upwards, across the length of her shin, past her knee, and up to her bikini line. After each long stroke, I'd give the razor a light tap against the shower wall, splattering the tiles with the loose stubble that clung to the blades. The shavings would then get caught in the downpour and run down, making their way to the floor and flowing down into the drain in a river of sudsy water. I worked around to the back of her legs, getting her thick calves and juicy hamstrings. I also removed all the stubble from her ass and as far into her ass crack as I could manage, where the hair was even thicker. From there I paved my way up her lower back, around her lats, up her traps, and back down her rear deltoids. This was certainly easier than managing the thick prickles of her legs, the razor only needing to pick up the traces of light blonde fuzz coming in across her entire back.
Shifting around to Jen's front, I grazed her stubbly pecs and upper abs. "Damn, I can't believe my wife has been growing chest hair," I thought to myself as I cleared the area. Though, given that she no longer sported breasts, imagining some hair growth across her pectorals didn't actually appear to be weird. I mean, it certainly would be weird, but when I pictured rock hard pecs, the idea of them having traces of hair wasn't an odd thought. That was actually pretty standard. I quickly shed the thought from my head, realizing what a crazy thought it was.
I continued my assault down to her lower abdomen and swept up that horrid, furry treasure trail Jen had been so adamant about keeping. I sighed in relief, finally getting to see my wife's bare stomach again. But, to my surprise, and disdain, the sight of her lower torso without the line of hair seemed out of place. Had I really grown that used to it? What the hell was wrong with me lately?
Finally, I motioned to Jen to raise her arms, revealing her armpits. The hair here was certainly thicker and more grown than any other spot on her body. She actually had noticeable, dark patches that covered the entire area under her arms. Her large biceps and delts flexed and I found myself pausing for a second to admire her pose before I got to work. As I shaved, her familiar musk tingled my nostrils, her pungent scent even overpowering the aroma of a steam filled shower. My head grew slightly dizzy as I took in her odor and my cock jumped slightly in response. I was becoming more and more used to her smell every day, and I had to admit that it no longer bothered me the way it once did. While it definitely wasn't a charming smell, something about it seemed to relax me, assuring me that I was safe in Jen's presence.
Again, I found myself trying to clear my head from the flood of strange, opposing thoughts. Jen's entire body had finally been shaved. I had even gotten the bits that were less noticeable like her forearms and the tops of her feet. I felt that as long as I was shaving her, I might as well just go all the way.
"Done," I sighed in relief, my arms slightly aching from the constant motion. I stood back and eyed her up and down; sure she didn't look much different, since her stubble had yet to be apparent from a distance, but I felt better just knowing that she was completely shaven clean.
"You missed a spot," Jen chuckled deeply. Honestly, I wasn't surprised. She had all sorts of hair cropping up in places I wasn't even aware of until today. Of course I had missed something. But where? As I looked the entirety of her body over, I failed to notice anything that wasn't bare, save of course for her unruly bush.
"What could I have missed," I mumbled, still inspecting my work (and taking in an unsuspecting glance at her impressive muscles), "I swear I covered everything."
"You've been so focused on my body today, you haven't even looked at my face," Jen boomed, the echoes of her deep voice bouncing off of the shower walls. "Of course, I don't blame you. My body is amazing."
With that, I looked upwards, and finally saw it; Jen had a light trace of stubble growing on her upper lip! And not just there; upon a closer reveal, I noticed the thin, blonde prickles that lightly dotted her cheeks, chin, and even down the sides of her neck towards her adam's apple. As I gaped with a look that likely resembled simultaneous amazement and horror, Jen's strong jaws formed into a dimply, amused smile.
I couldn't believe it. My wife had facial hair.
I mean, it could hardly be classified as facial hair, but it certainly grew over night. And Jen was perfectly aware of its existence! How long had she been shaving it without me knowing? And why the hell wasn't she bothered by it? I couldn't hope to understand what was going on in that head of hers, but you'd think that'd be the last straw and would convince her that maybe this whole experiment had gone just a touch too far. My mouth simply hung open as I stared, still not quite grasping what I was seeing.
"Well?" Jen growled impatiently, "I'm waiting. You better hurry; you still have some breakfast to fix for me before I leave." Without saying a word, I simply ran the razor lightly across Jen's stern face as her eyes pierced into mine. Once I was done, she walked apathetically out of the shower, giving my ass a firm slap on her way out. I stood for another second or two, a million thoughts fighting for control of my head.
"Not now," I thought, blinking suddenly and snapping back to reality, "I'll think about this later. Apparently, I have some breakfast to make." Jen always made her own breakfast as I slept in each morning. But now that I was up, I guess she thought it necessary that I cook for her as well. And far be it from me to deny her requests; they usually came off as orders anyways.
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An entire pan of eggs, four pieces of toast, and three cups of oatmeal later, Jen pecked me on the cheek and was off to work. When I had first awoken, the thought of going back to sleep the second Jen was gone seemed so perfect. Now, I was far too alert to even lie down. So many thoughts rummaged around in my mind and I finally had the time to consider them, as rationally as I could.
First off, was I really was going to be shaving nearly her whole body each and every day? This morning, it had taken me roughly 30 minutes to shave her entirely. Granted it was my first time and I figured if I was able to come up with an efficient method, I could get that time down to 20 minutes easily. However, there was the undeniable fact that, as much as I shuddered to admit it, her hair growth was only going to get worse. If her other changes were any indication, she certainly wasn't going to slow down in that area; in fact, just the opposite. Even if I got the route down to a reasonable pace, it would only become more complicated as the hair came in thicker and faster. How long could I really keep that up?
"You don't need to keep it up forever," I said to myself, "You just need to put up with it until Jen sees reason. She'll be back to shaving herself soon enough, especially once things get uncontrollable." But even as I said the words out loud, I didn't really believe them.
I put that thought aside for the moment and decided to mentally address the next issue on my mind. I had to come to terms with the fact that Jen was growing facial hair. A part of me told me that I didn't need to worry. Lots of women had issues with facial hair; most men are just completely unaware of the fact that they maintain it. Also, there was barely any present; just some light traces of fuzz. But, the more reasonable part of my brain knew that if Jen's other patterns were any evidence, it wouldn't be like that for long. At first, I thought I could let the no shaving thing slide for a few days at a time; that would at least give myself a chance to sleep in every other day of the week. Sure, things would be more prickly than I'd like, but I could certainly deal with it. But the reveal of facial hair changed everything; there was no way I could let that go. And, I had to wonder, would Jen really not shave it? Was her mind made up that drastically?
Again, I was forced to put those ideas on the bench so I could move onto the next thing bothering me; just how attracted was I becoming to Jen's changes? A few months ago, I was so intolerant of her transformation and was even considering a divorce. These days, I felt better about our relationship and had learned to become more supportive. But there was an extra layer to that I hadn't been addressing. It became slightly apparent last night in the shower and again this morning; I was becoming more and more aroused at the sight of Jen. And lately, it was more than just the fact that we were married and in love. The appearance of her growing muscles, the way she now exceeded my height, her sheer dominance in bed, her powerful, commanding voice, and even the strength she had over me; I was beginning to find a hint of excitement in all of these traits. It was more than the simple tolerance I had been practicing in the last few months. It was adoration and admiration.
But as odd as it was, was it really such a tragedy? Certainly, these aren't characteristics men typically find attractive in women, but was it such a crime, loving your wife for who she is? I wasn't turned on by muscles, but it felt right being turned on by Jen's muscles. As much as I was bothered by all of the events that transpired this morning, finding my wife sexually exciting was not one of them. It was more an astonishment; I felt a great weight being lifted off of my chest, finally being able to admit that I found Jen sexy. Not just because we were married, but because she had big, strong muscles.
It was a feeling I'd still need to get used to, but as long as Jen and I had each other, I knew it would be for the better.
For the rest of the day, I did a light workout in our basement, tidied up the house, and decided I'd have a surprise meal ready for Jen when she got home. I was used to cooking her dinner often, but something in me wanted to give her something more. The problem was, I didn't exactly know what that was yet. I needed to take a trip. Though I could likely find whatever food I was looking for already in the house, courtesy of Feminox, I realized this morning that I really needed to get out of the house more. Now that it was spring, and the long, cold winter had ended, it was time that I stopped cooping myself up in the comfort of our mansion. It was about time that I saw the light of day and did my own shopping like an adult.
I slipped on a pair of shoes and walked outside into the afternoon sun. For the first time in admittedly a long-ass time, I felt the heat and breeze of the bright and clear weather on my skin. Jesus, how long had it really been since I'd simply been outside for longer than it took to grab the paper or check the mail? Today was perfect; a beautiful day for a walk down to the local supermarket.
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It seems like the roles have almost completely changed now, not that I subscribe to gender roles much in the first place, but I guess in this case, they were clearly defined before and now the shoe is on the other foot. Now Jennifer is growing body and facial hair, she is much taller, more muscular and more dominant and aggressive in the relationship, and her hubby is now pretty much a house husband, he does the chores, and he does the grocery shopping. I'm not going to say that she is the man and he is the woman, because again, that's not how gender roles should really be thought of in 2015, a lot of women have the jobs and a lot of men do the around the house work, that's how it is in the modern World. But it is still slightly shocking to those people who don't accept that as modern reality. But anyway, it's still a very entertaining read. k+!
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Awesome addition Bert! I love how his thoughts are slowly changing and how he is not just getting used to her changes, but admitting that he is finding her physically attractive! The description of her muscles and hair while he is shaving her is amazing and I can't wait to see what you have in store for us next. I, of course, hope it involves lots of body hair!
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I just registered to be able to post a comment here. Your story is awesome! And precisely for the reason that you actually bother to do character development, well I enjoy the content as well of course :). There is way too much muscle writing, as well as muscle-art, that goes straight for the money shot so to speak, but without good characters it kinda feels flat. With good character development you can engage with the story on a completely different level, kinda like when “the last of us” came out and everyone was, it’s like a movie! Well written characters actually move you emotionally, and this story has managed to engage me like few other stories. You certainly have a knack for this. Great work, and I like how you use the story to explore some tricky issues regarding gender.
Being new I’ll post something in the other thread about my own interest in androgenized women.
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And the next chapter is here! I've finally developed enough of the initial story to start introducing another element, which you all will see in a moment. I'm really excited what it's going to bring to the narrative and I hope you all enjoy! Things with Jen will continue to get crazy as usual of course, but I wanted to start splitting the focus a bit, for the purpose of contrast! But enough of me being vague and mysterious. Enjoy the next section! And as always, thanks for reading!
Spring, 2009 - That Afternoon
Strolling down the block and soaking up the noon sun lifted away much of the stress and tension I had been carrying. A light breeze hung in the air. It came in cool wisps, which stabilized the heat nicely and created a perfectly balanced temperature. Comfort sank in as I steadily placed one foot in front of the other, allowing the weather to clear my head ease my worries. Getting outside was just what I needed; I was surprised I had gone such an obscene amount of time without ever leaving the confines of the house.
I peered back up the hill towards our home. While we were classified as being part of a neighborhood, viewing how our mansion stood by itself had me thinking otherwise. The other lots around us were just as spacious, but there was an undeniably large amount of unused land between houses. You could say that we had "neighbors" but the closest one was a quarter mile away from us and we had yet to meet them. In these, high-end, close-gated areas, most of the inhabitants were extremely wealthy, meaning they likely had limited free time and traveled for the majority of the year. It wouldn't surprise me if most of the homes in our neighborhood were completely empty for most of the year, likely used as a seasonal getaway or a guest house. As rich as we were, I still had no idea how some people could own multiple mansions and not even set foot in half of them. Peering into the well-off lifestyles Jen and I had barely grazed continued to be a culture shock.
It wasn't long before I reached the bottom of the long street, several miles down towards the main strip of the town. This was an area I knew quite well; while attending college, we visited the outer rim of the city quite frequently, enjoying the various recreational parks and small family owned businesses. On the strip was the exact super market I had in mind; it was a humble establishment that I had become a loyal customer to over the years as they always provided fresh, farm grown, local foods and ingredients. It was a decently long drive away from the university's campus, but I loved making the trip on the weekends for some home-cooked goodness. The atmosphere of the place was relaxed and I loved making small talk with the owners and other residents. Giving them my business was important to me and I always felt a sense of respect and a warm welcome whenever I walked through the doors. Of course, I hadn't exactly been the best customer recently. I'd have to make an anonymous donation or something; god knows we had the money to spend and it was about time I did something good with it.
Entering the market, I was greeted with the smell of fresh deli chickens and simmering soups. I glanced over to the wooden displays where crisp vegetables were bundled, being lightly dowsed by a moisturizer overhead. A scarce number of people perused the marketplace, weighing fruits and meats while filling their shopping carts with various groceries. The overall tone of the shop was peaceful; extremely quiet with the light ringing of some smooth jazz playing through the speakers. Granted, on an afternoon during the middle of a weekday, it wasn't surprising to see the place so desolate.
As I walked through the aisles, my brain was sifting through ideas of what I wanted to cook for Jen that night. Maybe a pasta? We hadn't had a good Italian dinner in quite a while. Or perhaps a rump roast, or even a glazed ham. I knew that we probably had all the supplies I could ever want already stocked back home, but it was nice to get out of the house and I relished the thought of being able to support my beloved grocer of many years. I continued to pace slowly, eyeing the different foods, getting lost in thought with the many recipes I could concoct from the selections in front of me.
"Holy hell, will you get a load of this guy!" a voice blurted out from behind me. Before even a second passed, I recognized the holler and turned around with genuine excitement and astonishment.
Before my eyes, a young man my age stood with a smug smirk on his face. Clad in a pair of tan shorts, flip flops, and a basic blue-striped golf shirt, he gave off a frat boy vibe that definitely matched his idiot grin. Though not as tall as me or as muscular, he had an athletic build that was perfect for a runner, standing at roughly 5'11 and weighing in at 165 lbs. Clearly he was in great shapeHis hair was short and dark, spiked up with a liberal amount of product and his skin was lightly tanned from weeks spent outdoors. But while his dress and manner made him seem shallow and dull witted, his eyes were filled with a humbleness that couldn't be measured.
"Brian?!" I exclaimed, extending my hand for a quick handshake. We clasped hands and the formal shake quickly devolved into a one-armed hug. We gave each other several friendly pats on the back as a look of sheer surprise spread on my face. "What are you doing here? Didn't you move to Michigan?"
"Yeah," he said, giving me a questioning look, "But only for a month or two after graduation. I've been back home for over half a year now. Did no one else tell you?"
At that, my shoulders slacked a bit and I felt ashamed at how out of touch I had been with all of my friends. The drastic change in my lifestyle and marriage had kept me nearly blind to anything that was happening with the people in my life.
"Well," I admitted, not making eye-contact, "to be honest, I've been a bit isolated since Jen and I got married. Between moving to our new house, Jen getting a new job, and looking for employment myself, I guess the time has kind of flown by without me noticing. Now that I'm talking to you, I'm kind of realizing what a bastard I've been lately. It's not just you I haven't kept in contact with; it's all of my friends and even my family. Hell, if I'm coming completely clean, this is my first time even leaving the house in god knows how long."
Brian stared at me for a second, his eyes reflecting his deep thought. He didn't seem to be judging me, but instead had a look of friendly concern on his face. Clearly my confession had caused him to worry about me in the midst of our conversation. Brian was a caring person at heart, and as my best friend, he was always quick to analyze whenever something was bothering me. But, instead of pressing the issue, he simply moved our talk along.
"Hey, it happens to all of us," Brian said with a casual chuckle, "I should have been better about letting my best friend know I moved back home!" We both shuffled our feet a bit. While I felt bad about the way I had been neglecting my social life, Brian seemed to want to share part of the blame. That's definitely why I considered him my closest friend; he was unquestionably selfless and never wanted to see anyone else in pain if he could help it.
"So how's my favorite gal?" Brian chirped, breaking the growing silence, "the last time I saw her she was drunk at your wedding, dancing like a lovely fool. I honestly had never seen Jen break out of her shell so much. I had a feeling my incredibly touching Best Man's speech had something to do with that." Brian put his hand over his heart in a sarcastic gesture, followed by a laugh. But as he joked, my insides fluttered with panic.
"Jen is..." I paused, swallowing nervously, not exactly wanting to bring her into the conversation, "...doing fine. She's got a nice job. She's involved in some...intense projects at work. And, I guess you could say it's changed her."
I stopped talking pretty abruptly. I didn't dare go into any details with Brian. My new life and constantly shifting relationship with Jen had taken me almost 9 months to come to terms with, and I was still just getting started accepting the way things were. There was no way I could sum up the struggles and emotions I went through, not to mention how ludicrous it all was in a 15 minute chat. I quickly changed the topic away from my wife.
"So," I coughed as nonchalantly as I could, trying to segue our catch-up session, "any ladies in your life?"
"Yeah!" Brian said with enthusiasm. If he noticed the sudden subject change, he didn't mention it and simply continued, "I'm actually dating a perfectly wonderful girl! You might remember Amy..."
"No way!" I exclaimed, "Online dating site Amy?!"
"Shhh!" Brian jokingly hushed, giving an exaggerated glance around the super market, as if to make sure no one was eaves dropping. "You shouldn't just say things like that outloud! Dating sites are for perverts and pedophiles, you know."
"My bad," I laughed, enjoying Brian's typical sarcasm, "Your secret is safe with me. But seriously, you guys are still together? Is 'together' even the right word? I thought that whole thing was just a joke?"
Brian scratched the back of his head with a nervous smile. "Well, it was never really a joke. I mean, making the dating site profile itself was sort of a joke. Remember that night?"
"Ha," I let out a hardy laugh, thinking back to our junior year, "Yeah. We were so drunk. I can still hear the way you were slurring and complaining about your empty love life."
"I'm so...*hic* sick of being alone" I mumbled, doing my best impression of intoxicated Brian, "You have Jen and what do I have? No one! I know it's *hic* stupid, but might need to resort to online dating. Fuck it, I'm making a profile right now! Are you gonna help me or what?!"
Brian gave me a light shove as he laughed along, "Yeah thanks for the memories, asshole. By the way, I don't sound anything like that. And I like to think the liquid courage helped me make quite the stellar profile, if I do say so myself. And if you recall, right away I started getting some messages from Amy."
"Yeah," I said nodding, "Of course. You were so pumped that someone actually messaged you. You made me reread and edit all of your replies five times just to make sure you didn't say anything stupid. Not that any of my powerful writing skills could help you sound like less of a dork. I know you both were chatting pretty intensely for a few months, but I never thought anything serious came of it."
"Honestly," Brian piped in, "I thought the same. We really liked talking, but the distance thing was never going to work, so we just kind of let it die out. It wasn't until I moved out to Michigan that I started texting her again. Admittedly, I was kind of desperate and lonely in a new city, and as it turns out, she had some family that lived in the area. She said that next time she came to visit them, she'd come see me. I honestly didn't believe it would turn into anything. At the very least we'd get to finally see each other in the flesh and enjoy hanging out for a bit, and at most, I thought I'd get lucky..."
Brian trailed off for a second, smiling to himself as he played back the memories in his head.
"And, well I guess I did get lucky. Just not in the way I was expecting. After we met, we immediately hit it off. Since we already had such a history online, we didn't miss a single beat when we finally saw each other. It was like we were old souls that knew everything about one another. I swear we spent an entire weekend talking non-stop. I don't think she even got a chance to go see her family!"
"Wow," I said in amazement, "I'm happy for you, man. It's good to hear things actually worked out for you. And you're stilling seeing each other? Is she here?"
"Actually yes," Brian said, "After things didn't work out for me in Michigan, I told her I was thinking of moving back home. And, it may sound kind of reckless, but she decided she wanted to move here with me. It was a pretty crazy decision at the time, but now, I couldn't be more ecstatic. We've been living with each other for nearly seven months and things are going wonderfully."
"That's fantastic," I said earnestly, a smile spreading across my face. "You deserve it man. Seriously."
"So... How about we all do dinner?" Brian asked, "I haven't seen your new home yet? If you wouldn't mind hosting, I could bring over my famous ribs and we could throw them on the smoker like old times! I'd love to catch up with Jen and I'm dying for you both to meet Amy."
I played with my thumbs, shaking slightly out of nervousness. Dammit, how was I supposed to get out of this one? Ever since Jen's transformation slid to the extreme side of the spectrum, we hadn't exactly been out in public together. I wasn't even sure how often Jen went anywhere that wasn't her office or the house. We certainly hadn't been seen together and I couldn't begin to gauge how people would react to seeing her, especially those who knew what she looked like before. Imagining the shock of Brian seeing the new Jen was horrifying. What would he think of her? What would he think of me? Would he see me as less of a man? Being judged by family and friends was certainly part of the reason I had been avoiding contact for the last few months.
"Look man," I muttered, trying to find the right words to say, "Our house isn't really ready for guests. Lots of renovations happening. And Jen... well, she's been different lately. I think work has really...turned her into a different person. I just don't think now is the best time."
"Oh," Brian said quietly, looking to the floor. He seemed to think I was making excuses. And while I certainly was, he didn't realize that they were completely rooted in the truth. "Well, another time then. Hey, I should really get back to Amy. I said I'd pick up something for lunch and she's likely starving by now."
"Right. Sure, well, it was great seeing you." I said, feeling a bit ashamed of the way our conversation petered off.
"It was great seeing you too, man! If you find some more free time, you have my number. Let's play some hoops sometime or something."
"Sounds great to me," I smiled as believably as I could. Brian began to walk off, his flip flops clopping along the squeaky, buffered floor of the market. Suddenly he turned around with a beaming face.
"Oh, and you look skinnier dude! You should start hitting the weights again! You wouldn't want Jen to start outlifting ya!" And with one last laugh, he was out the door and headed towards the parking lot.
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I shut the front door behind me slowly as I entered our cavernous entryway. I felt like complete shit during the entire walk back. It was amazing seeing my best friend again and I was extremely happy to hear he had found some love in his life. But, I couldn't help but replay our conversation in my head, focusing on how I probably sounded like a complete asshole. Brian was the first friend I had actually seen in months and I shut him down.
At the same time, however, it was hard for me to imagine him seeing Jen again and taking in her changes all at once. How would I even begin explaining it to him? "Yes, Brian, my once slender, mousy wife is now taller than me, bigger than me, and stronger than me. She's been pumping herself full of drugs at work and has more testosterone flowing through her manly pecs than I have in my entire body." Jesus, while I felt like a total prick, I probably made the right choice in avoiding that situation altogether.
Still, I wanted my friends to be in my life. And I wanted to meet this girlfriend of his that I honestly knew nothing about. I wanted to be there for him the same way he had always been there for me. Brian was the Best Man at my damn wedding, and now I was considering avoiding him for the foreseeable future? Just because of some ridiculous experiment? But dammit, I couldn't subject him to the craziness that was my marriage. I was still getting over the personal embarrassment of it all and slowly getting a grip on this new situation. I just wasn't ready for my best friend to get involved with it.
After some lounging, I began prepping the kitchen for some cooking. I took out the bags I had purchased from the market; a thick bundle of whole grain pasta, four pounds of ground beef, ingredients for dough to make some home-made breadsticks, and plenty of fresh veggies and spices to make a wicked red sauce. My mouth watered at the thought of a good Italian meal, and I knew Jen would enjoy it as well.
As the water boiled and the skillet heated up, I kneaded more flour into the dough until it had the right consistency. I then rolled up balls of the dough, flattening it until they became long thick strips, and set them on a baking sheet. From there, the I sprinkled some of the garlic cloves I had cut over the strips and used a brush to give them a layer of olive oil and butter. Once the skillet was piping and the water was primed, I threw the noodles into the pot and slapped the massive weight of raw beef onto the skillet with a sizzle. Going back to the cutting board, I cut up tomatoes, basil, onions, and celery until I was left with a heaping pile of mixed vegetables. In a separate pan, some red sauce simmered, nearly ready for the veggies to be added in. Between cutting vegetables and sliding the breadsticks into the oven, I occasionally swung back to the skillet to give the ground beef a could stir, making sure it was browned on all sides.
Soon, the thick aroma of meat, sauce, and garlic filled the kitchen as the entire ensemble boiled, popped, and baked to perfection. I stood by the fiery stove, basking in my own accomplishment as I took in the intoxicating smell. This was going to be one fantastic meal and I was proud of the work I had done. I was becoming quite the cook. As I admired my handiwork, the words Jen said this morning ringed in my head when she called me a "house wife". At the time, I was pretty taken aback and albeit distracted by the pressing hair removal issue at hand. But now, when I thought about it, I couldn't help but chuckle.
It was so silly, but I imagined my day today. I helped my wife shave and get ready for work, I cooked her breakfast, I tidied up the house and did an at-home workout, I went to the super market and chatted with an old friend, and now, I was standing in the kitchen, donned in an aprin with a ladel in hand, waiting for Jen to arrive home so we could sit down for a meal together. Again, the words "house wife" echoed in my mind, and I responded in kind with another laugh. As much as I didn't approve of the insult, Jen wasn't exactly wrong. And the truly ridiculous part about it was that I felt like I had accomplished more today than I had in such a long time. I actually woke up early, our place looked spotless, I got to see someone I hadn't been in touch with in forever, and my cooking skills were proving to be quite impressive. While Jen may scoff and look at me as a house-wife, doing these things made me feel good. And I hadn't felt that sense of confidence in a while. Certainly not while the social pressure of finding work bore down on me.
Soon, the door opened and I heard my wife's heavy, pounding footsteps resound through the living room, giving the chandelier a light vibration with each stride. Her massive frame came into view, and as always, my jaw dropped slightly as the sight of her tall, muscular stature. I imagined if Brian were in my shoes, seeing Jen like this for the very first time. The poor guy would probably have a heart attack. My reaction was different. While the appearance of her massive body stuffed into her work clothes was still jarring, I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth. My wife being home and near to me caused a warmness to spread through my chest. I was assured that no matter how drastic things got, I would always love her.
"Hello dear," I said gesturing to the food finally finishing its long cooking process, "I hope you're hungry!"
Jen didn't respond, but instead gave a cool, calculating look, examining the kitchen. After a few seconds, she gave a deep, satisfied grunt as she slipped off her large black heels. "Starved," she said in a low, neutral voice that reverberated around the kitchen. While she showed no visible excitement for the meal I had prepared, I could still sense that she was pleased. After all, Jen coming home to a cooked meal was always much more pleasant than Jen coming home to no food at all.
I began dishing the food onto plates, placing a mountain of spaghetti, sauce, and several pounds of beef on Jen's side of the table. I also placed the tray of hot bread sticks between us. By comparison, there wasn't much pasta left for me, but I eyed it and knew it would be plenty for my normal appetite. My wife sat down heavily onto the dining room chair, letting out a bellowing sigh of relaxation. Despite the strength and size of the fine oak chairs, I could hear the wood groan and creak under her unforgiving weight. She propped one of her nylon covered, muscled legs onto my chair from underneath the table and began unbuttoning her blouse as I served our food.
I went to pull my chair out, but the weight of Jen's beefy leg made it nearly unmovable, her large foot resting comfortably in my seat. She eyed me silently and lifted her foot for a second, giving me just enough room to squeeze into my spot. Her foot then plopped down hard on my thigh, her large hoof nearly coming up to my chest. She wiggled her thick sausage toes through the nylons and the smell of her sweaty feet wafted towards me. It was sour odor that lingered in the nostrils, but at the same time, it wasn't anything I hadn't grown accustomed to. Absent mindedly, I took my left hand, the hand that wasn't holding my fork, and began to knead her huge foot under the table, similar to the way I had kneaded the bread dough earlier. I could feel my fingers get slick with her sweat, but the way Jen moaned deeply in satisfaction put my mind at ease. It felt nice knowing that I could relax her, and tame the wild beast that stirred inside her, if only for a little while.
"Mmmmm," Jen thrummed, her face stoic and hard, yet appreciative. Without too much delay, she began shoveling food relentlessly into her mouth, chewing greedily as spaghetti disappeared by the forkful. I continued to eat as well, slowly and delicately while my opposite hand massaged my wife's rough soles. Her foot was getting so gargantuan that it made my hand look pathetically tiny in comparison. I simply smirked at the development and took another bite of my dinner.
We ate in silence for a while. I wanted to say something, but Jen seemed perfectly content in her trance of devouring endless scoops of her food and receiving a foot massage. I thought it best not to disrupt the moment and let her unwind after the long day at work. It wasn't long before the piles of food on the table diminished into a stack of empty plates. Jen sat back in her chair, her unbuttoned blouse revealing the ridges of her deep pecs, barely contained by a stretched lace bra. She stifled a deep burp and stretched her buff arms overhead, revealing the circles of sweat that stained her shirt. It was at that moment that I realized I forgot to put in a load of laundry; I'd just have to add it to my list of things to do tomorrow. Jen's dirty work clothes and gym attire from her multiple daily workouts always piled up quickly and I needed to stay on top of it.
Finally, I cleared my throat and decided to say something. "Um, babe?" I said sheepishly, hoping I wasn't disturbing her relaxation. My wife just opened her eyes, her arms still stretched behind her head, and stared back at me with a cool, stern look, her strong jaw morphed into an unreadable scowl. But, her expression lightened slightly and she spoke up.
"Yes, dear?" her hoarse voice answered. I found myself fidgeting a bit, not knowing exactly how to bring up the conversation I wanted to have. Realizing I had nothing to distract my hands with now that the food was gone and Jen had rescinded her foot to her side of the table, I began scratching at my arm nervously. Jen gave a slight smile at my obvious nervousness, clearly enjoying how shy I appeared in her presence. She urged me on. "What do you have to say?"
"I, uh," I began, fumbling my words together, "I ran into Brian today at the market." Jen didn't respond to this. She simply stared and waited for me to say something more.
"And?" she said, showing a slight air of impatience. I tried to sit up a little straighter and get to the point without beating around the bush.
"We did some catching up. It was really nice to see him. He, uh, well... was wondering if he and his girlfriend could come over for dinner sometime. To see the new place...catch up...that sort of thing."
Jen seemed to consider my words for a second than simply nodded, her thick neck flaring in the process. "Great, so what's the problem? Clearly you're trying to ask me something."
"Well," I cleared my throat, trying to find the correct words, "I don't really think it's a good idea. I mean, I really want my best friend to be part of my life, but I just don't know how he'd react to...seeing you."
"So," Jen said with cold distinction, her eyes confident with a trace of anger, "you're ashamed of your wife?"
"N-no!" I stammered, my heart fluttering with panic, "It's just that...well, as you probably understand, your appearance would be startling to someone who hasn't seen you in almost a year. You've obviously changed quite a lot and... It might be a shock, that's all. He might not accept you."
"Ha," Jen bellowed a loud, deep laugh, and began to size me up hungrily, "I see what's going on here. You're not afraid of what he'll think of me; you're afraid of what he'll think of you!"
"Th-that's not it! I-" I started to defend myself before Jen interrupted.
"You suspect he's going to take one look at me and think that you're less of a man. He'll see that your poor, weak, helpless little wife surpassed you in height, size, and strength and he'll pity you, questioning how you could live such a life!"
"No Jen!" I exclaimed, now completely blushing and slouching back down into my chair slightly. "It's not that! I just don't want him to think less of you."
Jen blurted out another booming laugh. "Think less of me? No one could ever think less of me. He's going to have to pick his jaw up off the floor after seeing me in all my glory." She balled up her fists and raised her arms into a double bicep posed that nearly tore the seams of her sleeves. The fabric popped as the threads were pushed to their limit under the stress of her huge guns.
"Jen, I-" I began again, trying to think of something to say to calm the situation, but Jen interrupted swiftly, lowering her arms.
"Babe," she chuckled deeply, "I'm just teasing you. Don't get so flustered. Look at you, you're turning red and embarrassed! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I was just joking with you."
I was about to react and claim that she didn't scare me, but the truth was that she did. In that moment, hearing her raise her powerful voice at me, I was terrified. My body was shaking lightly and my posture was still slumped as I had clearly tried to lower myself as far as I could into my seat, as if to avoid the confrontation. With each day that passed, I could always sense the rage boiling within Jen, always barely contained. The way that she breathed so heavily that her entire mass moved up and down rhythmically, the way her hard face always appeared apathetic and how her eyes pierced through to your soul, as if analyzing your deepest fears; I wondered if the serum, like other forms of steroids, would make her susceptible to roid rage. While she hadn't really acted out yet and had always kept her mood tightly under wraps, somehow I felt she was always hovering on the edge. It was intimidating to think of the day that her rage finally came out for real.
"You know what?" Jen said loudly, breaking me out of thought, "I think it's a great idea. We should have them over for dinner. I'd love to see little Brian again and meet this lady friend of his."
I mused at the way she called him "little Brian". Brian was smaller in stature than most of the guys we hung out with and was only slightly taller than Jen herself back in the day, but he was still a muscular athlete, quite powerful for his size. Now of course, the word "little" would truly be used to its full fruition.
"I don't know, babe," I muttered, considering the situation, "I just don't think we're ready for that. In truth, I am worried about how they'll react to you; it's not something I've faced yet in this new relationship of ours. Honestly, the truth is that I'm scared what he'll think of you and me both."
"Nonsense," Jen boomed in a way that told me she had the final say in the conversation, "It's going to be fun. Call him tonight and invite him over for next Thursday." As she spoke, it was clear she didn't want my opinion on the matter anymore; she meant it as a demand.
"Y-yes dear," I said, my voice stuttering once again. While my voice mirrored my nervousness, I felt a sudden twitch of energy downstairs from my cock. Jen's aggressive demeanor and how she so easily ordered me to do her bidding...was it exciting me?
Moments later, I was off the phone with Brian, my face showing both excitement and a hint of dread. While I was enthralled to have my best friend back in my life, I couldn't help but picture the thousands of different ways next Thursday could go. Most of them ended in myself feeling immense embarrassment while Brian and Amy stared disgustingly at my grotesque, freaky, roided out wife.
"Well," I said softly, "The plans are made. They're coming over next Thursday. Brian's bringing some ribs for the smoker. I...I convinced him to bring an entire additional rack of meat, even though he thought I was joking. I didn't really explain why, but I'm sure he'll get the gist after taking one look at you..."
Jen laughed at my remark with her large hands on her hips. "Perfect! I love ribs. Mmm, I'm getting hungry just thinking about it." Barely 15 minutes had passed since our meal and already Jen was thinking about food.
"Well, I know how you like to eat..." I said sheepishly, but with a loving smile. With that, Jen made eye contact with me and walked over smoothly until she was directly in front of me, forcing me to crane my neck upwards to make eye contact. She opened up her wide wing spread and wrapped me tightly in her thick, hulking arms, encapsulating me in her warm, thick body and her welcoming smell.
"By the way," she said softly, her deep whisper humming within her hard chest, "Thank you for the delicious dinner. It was just what I needed after a long day." One of her large hands reached up and covered the back of my head, easily cupping my scalp in her massive palm. She slowly stroked my hair lovingly.
I let out a long exhale, relaxing into Jen's tender, bulky embrace. I reached up my arms to return the hug, gripping her beefy lats and sensually rubbing her rounded delts. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wanted it to be special." My voice was muffled as I spoke from between her bare, rocky pecs.
"And I have something special for you in return," Jen said in a coy manner. In a flash, she thrust her large hands under my armpits and I gasped while my body was effortlessly hefted off of the ground with a curl of her massive biceps. My feet dangled a few inches off of the ground, but it felt as though my body was simply floating as Jen showed no sign of struggle or fatigue. Within another moment, she drew me in for a long, passionate kiss, her rough but sweet lips covering mine. Her sweet tongue flicked suddenly into my mouth, invasively rolling around my own tongue. I was caught by surprise and simply let out a light noise that likely came off as a moan.
And without any care or warning, Jen's pythons swept under my legs and surrounded my back, quickly tilting my entire body sideways until she was carrying me in a cradled position.
"Wha!?" I exclaimed with a slight jolt, "Jen! Jesus what are you doing?" I looked down, only seeing Jen's massive frame holding me off of the ground like a child, my knees brought up to my chest with my legs draped over her veiny forearms. My heart raced at the sudden sense of vertigo; even though my head was at the same height it always stood at, being held sideways and suspended in the air made me feel like I could drop dozens of feet and hit the hard ground at any second. With that notion in my head, I instinctively wrapped my arms around Jen's thick neck and traps, clinging on for dear life.
"Why, I'm taking you to bed, little man," Jen bellowed deeply, a dimply smile covering her rough face. "It's time to fuck!" And with no further hesitation, Jen was easily climbing the stairs up to our bedroom, my body cradled carefully by her muscular, masculine arms. The sheer power of her movements and how her heavy steps boomed up the staircase made me shiver in submission...and excitement. Dear god, I had never experienced anything like this before.
The way she carried me like I weighed nothing. The deep grunting coming from her throat as she ascended the stairs. The cold hunger and lust in her aggressive eyes. The feral way that she used the word "fuck" instead of "sex" or "make love". It was all so wild and dominant. I was completely at her mercy...and I was as hard as a rock.
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Another nice new chapter BMB! I enjoyed that a great deal, especially the end there, with Jen showing off her strength and dominance over him. It will be interesting to see what Amy looks like, I'm almost convinced that she's going to be a muscular amazon too. Or at least maybe she will be a muscle fan who's turned on by Jen's incredible body. k+!
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I really enjoyed this part. It’s nice to see the scope widen by introducing a supporting cast, and hashing out stuff through dialogue rather than just mental reflections. It puts things in perspective when you have to leave the sandbox and stand by your choices. I’m also enjoying the depth of character Jen is showing by messing with him. I enjoy the glimpses of her inner life, as this “hard edge” she’s developed was almost making her unsympathetic. I’m curious to see how this meeting with old friends will play out for Jen, since her personality change seems as dramatic as her physical changes. Thanks for another well-written installment!
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This story includes subcategories of fetishism that don't float my boat and I had stopped reading it altogether during one of the early installments. I clicked on the second page today sort of on a whim because I noticed that it was being bumped back toward the top a lot recently, and the enthusiastic commentary support convinced me to give things a second chance.
What I discovered was a really well written contribution to the forum. I want to second Currus's comments. The dialogue is top notch, especially in the latest chapter, and was definitely the best choice of medium for moving the story along. The quality of the prose and the character development were strong to begin with, but are getting even better with each installment. The adjustment that a man needs to make to becoming the lesser partner in a relationship is a fairly common vehicle of conflict in the stories that make their way over here. The fact that you didn't try to resolve it speedily, or take a "this is what I really wanted all along" approach to dissolving the tension before it could appear is appreciated.
Naturally, my tastes haven't changed, but I hope that others who had a similar reaction to the story that I did (there seemed to be almost hostile reactions on the first page) will take another look at this and see whether they can appreciate the story despite sharing the same reservations about some aspects of the content that I do. Did I really write this much about stuff that I don't unreservedly like? I better stop.
Bravo.
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This story includes subcategories of fetishism that don't float my boat and I had stopped reading it altogether during one of the early installments. I clicked on the second page today sort of on a whim because I noticed that it was being bumped back toward the top a lot recently, and the enthusiastic commentary support convinced me to give things a second chance.
What I discovered was a really well written contribution to the forum. I want to second Currus's comments. The dialogue is top notch, especially in the latest chapter, and was definitely the best choice of medium for moving the story along. The quality of the prose and the character development were strong to begin with, but are getting even better with each installment. The adjustment that a man needs to make to becoming the lesser partner in a relationship is a fairly common vehicle of conflict in the stories that make their way over here. The fact that you didn't try to resolve it speedily, or take a "this is what I really wanted all along" approach to dissolving the tension before it could appear is appreciated.
Naturally, my tastes haven't changed, but I hope that others who had a similar reaction to the story that I did (there seemed to be almost hostile reactions on the first page) will take another look at this and see whether they can appreciate the story despite sharing the same reservations about some aspects of the content that I do. Did I really write this much about stuff that I don't unreservedly like? I better stop.
Bravo.
You sir, are something of a rarity. And I mean it in the best way possible. Bravo to you as well.
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Thanks so much for the comments everyone! The next part will be up this weekend hopefully. I've been able to write a lot lately and it's been wonderful seeing so many people enjoy the story!
This story includes subcategories of fetishism that don't float my boat and I had stopped reading it altogether during one of the early installments. I clicked on the second page today sort of on a whim because I noticed that it was being bumped back toward the top a lot recently, and the enthusiastic commentary support convinced me to give things a second chance.
What I discovered was a really well written contribution to the forum. I want to second Currus's comments. The dialogue is top notch, especially in the latest chapter, and was definitely the best choice of medium for moving the story along. The quality of the prose and the character development were strong to begin with, but are getting even better with each installment. The adjustment that a man needs to make to becoming the lesser partner in a relationship is a fairly common vehicle of conflict in the stories that make their way over here. The fact that you didn't try to resolve it speedily, or take a "this is what I really wanted all along" approach to dissolving the tension before it could appear is appreciated.
Naturally, my tastes haven't changed, but I hope that others who had a similar reaction to the story that I did (there seemed to be almost hostile reactions on the first page) will take another look at this and see whether they can appreciate the story despite sharing the same reservations about some aspects of the content that I do. Did I really write this much about stuff that I don't unreservedly like? I better stop.
Bravo.
Wow. First of all, thank you for reading the story and giving it a fair shake, even if some of the elements don't interest you. That means quite a lot. In the end, I like to think I write for the enjoyment of it, no matter the content. I find excitement in crafting characters, stories, and worlds that any reader can become attached to. That's what keeps me going, along with the supportive comments I've received.
I'm glad you could keep an open mind and press through! Thanks for taking the time to leave a comment!
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Hello all, the next section is here! As always, thanks for all the comments that keep this thread bumped and continue to give me the motivation I need to sit my ass down and write. I've been able to update this story extremely frequently lately and I'm very happy about that!
Additionally, I'm considering working on a few shorter stories in my downtime. Working on this story is awesome, but sometimes it helps prevent writer's block to change it up a little and keep the creative juices rolling. So, I'm thinking about taking story suggestions. If there's an idea you've always wanted to see turn into a short story, send me a PM or Email and we'll talk!
Enjoy the read!
Spring, 2009 - One Week Later
Jen screamed in a deep bellow that seemed to shake the very walls of the bedroom. Her voice was a rumbling bass of ecstasy as her hulking, sweaty body writhed on top of me. I was lying down, my back pressed deep into our mattress, her immense weight bearing down on me. As Jen's naked, titanic form bucked smoothly and strongly, my dick wedged deep within her tight, muscular pussy, I tried to close my eyes and simply enjoy the sensations.
But I couldn't keep my eyes shut for long; they snapped open, craving to get just one more look at my wife's bulky torso packed with rippling striations. I gaped at her, licking my lips subconsciously as I examined her dense abdomen and square pec slabs, tensing and flexing with each of her movements. Her macho arms were raised into a heroic pose as she continued to ride me, deep grunts escaping her lips with each thrust. Her eyes remained closed as she took complete control over me, my body easily pinned to the bed by her muscularity and strength. As she posed and flexed, I couldn't tell if she was doing it because she thought I was watching, or if she simply got off from size and hardness of her own muscles. I guessed it was a combination of the two.
She bucked relentlessly and I held on for dear life, my hands gripping her dense tree trunk thighs that surrounded my upper body. I peered down to the base of her hips, where her hairy vagina completely consumed my cock, the strong walls of her pussy lips firmly trapping my cock in a vice. Peaking out of her bush and rubbing smoothly against my shaft was her sizeable, erect clit, now several inches in length and bigger around than my thumb. It had been getting thicker lately and whenever she was horny, it made a very visible bulge in her panties, letting me know it was time for intimacy. At first, it was a bit abnormal, but once I realized how drastically she enjoyed me playing with it, our sex life derailed into new exciting, yet intimidating territory.
Remembering how hot she got when I gave her big clit attention, I reached down towards her cunt and began rubbing and fondling the velvety bulge, my fingers getting tangled in her unruly pubes. She responded in kind with an even throatier, deeper groan and started to flex her vaginal muscles in a wave like motion, continuing to wiggle and bounce on top of me. The feeling was more than I could handle; the control and strength of her vagina and the way it easily gulped down the entirety of my shaft made her riding and flexing feel like an incredibly intense, powerful blow job. My eyes soaking in the image of my hard, beefy wife proudly displaying her round biceps and cannon ball delts, I finally was sent over the edge and let go with a sheepish moan. With a gasp, I spurt into Jen while continuing to massage her engorged clit and it wasn't long before she had her final orgasm, one final grunting yell echoing down the halls.
Needless to say, our sex life was taking an interesting turn. It definitely wasn't a bad thing; we were being intimate more intensely and more frequently than ever before. The only problem was, there were still aspects of it that I felt were in the early exploration stage, at least for me personally. Ever since last week when Jen demonstrated that she could easily lift me and carry me up to the bedroom, something hidden deep within me was uncovered; a submissive side that I had rarely let surface before now. Sure, I had been letting Jen take charge in the bedroom more frequently, and it was certainly enjoyable being on bottom, but I didn't realize that was only scratching the surface. Anytime I thought about it, I definitely felt the shame creeping in once again, my old desire to be the "man of the house" telling me that I was a disgrace to my gender.
But on the other hand, I was glad I could finally accept this part of me. It felt as though a huge weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I consoled myself by saying that if I at least tried to begin acting upon the feelings I was having, it could lead to some interesting self discoveries. It was nice to imagine a future with Jen where I didn't need to hold anything back in fear of feeling embarrassed or emasculated. I wanted to live a married life where Jen and I shared all without fear of judgment or rejection. It was a relief to know that I had taken a step in that direction.
Being more submissive to Jen was more than just her being on top. Lately, I felt an inherent responsibility to please her when she wanted it. If she came home and wanted to fuck, there was no way I could refuse her. Earlier in the week, she had come home feeling particularly horny after her last workout of the day. She stomped through the door with an insatiable hunger in her eyes; an appetite that wasn't for food. Without even saying hello, Jen strode right up to me, placed one hand on my head and the other on her crotch, and in one fluid motion she tore off her pantyhose, ripping them directly in half with one effortless tug and simultaneously shoved me down on my knees and drove my head into her sweaty bush. Without a single word, I had gone from watching Jen come through the entry way to lapping at her erect clit all within a ten second window. It was the oddest thing that had ever happened between us and it couldn't have been hotter.
After our simultaneous climax, Jen and I laid on the bed, breathing heavily. I closed my eyes in a tingling bliss as the numbness that had set in my toes began to fade. As amazing as the sex was, Jen's heavy weight on top of me had cut off circulation to my legs; they fell asleep about halfway through, a sensation that was easy to ignore given the circumstances. I nearly drifted back to sleep until the bed rocked, shaking me back into consciousness. My wife hefted herself out of bed and stormed her naked self down to the shower.
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Hot water sprinkled our sweat covered bodies and began to wash away the evidence of our early morning romp in the sheets, the fresh smell of sex slowly fading into the steam and running down the drain. Committed to my shaving duties, I ceremoniously lathered Jen's entire body with shaving cream and began to slowly run the razor over every inch of her, steadily removing the thick prickles of hair that constantly threatened to spring up. My speed and efficiency, however, had been clearly improving over the last few days. I didn't need to focus so hard on the task and was able to let my mind wander a bit (or simply enjoy the sight of my naked, buff wife), still getting the shaving done in a relatively decent time. As I worked the blade up her long, bulky legs I decided to speak up, bringing up the pressing matter in my mind.
"So," I muttered, gathering my thoughts, "Tonight's the night. Brian and his girlfriend Amy are coming over for dinner." I continued to shave Jen's stubbly body, waiting for her to respond to my comment. I paused to smack the razor against the shower wall, splattering flecks of hair onto the tiles before proceeding.
"Mmhmm," Jen responded deep in her throat, not paying much mind to me or what I was saying. She simply stood motionless like a statue, letting the hot water pour over her tall, muscular frame.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm thinking that we should...uh," I let out a slight cough as I fumbled the words in my head, "maybe shave you again before they arrive. You definitely come home from work pretty prickly, even after your morning shave." I already knew that Jen was going to be a monstrous sight for them, but I felt like any little bit I could lessen the blow might help retain our friendship and keep Brian from running out of the house screaming.
"Not gonna happen," Jen said with final authority, "I'll be home a little later than usual. They'll probably already be here by the time I arrive."
"Oh," I said as nonchalantly as I could, continuing to work the razor like we were just having a normal morning conversation, "I guess that's okay. I'll make sure we get the ribs going right away so they're ready once you're home." If I could keep my wife well-fed and content, maybe, just maybe I could ensure that this little house-warming party didn't go quite as terribly as I was convinced it would go. I couldn't control how my buddy reacted to Jen's appearance, but if I could at least tame the wild beast inside Jen for a few hours, perhaps we'd survive for a few hours of awkward small-talk before the event devolved into a disaster.
"Yes," Jen boomed, her eyes flaring with an intense hunger, "you make sure dinner is ready. I know I'll be famished after today. And speaking of which..." Without warning, Jen began to turn and walk out of the shower while I was still in the middle of shaving, her monster feet splatting against the wet tiles.
"Wait, babe!" I called after her, her sinewy legs and glutes already pacing away, "I still haven't gotten your armpits!"
"Not today," Jen said in a cold fashion, not even pausing on her way out of the shower room, "I'm done showering and I'm hungry. I need breakfast. Now."
Panic rushed through my head as I hurried out, the razor clacking onto the floor next to the drain. I walked after her at a brisk speed, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying myself off mid stride. She really wasn't going to let me shave her armpits? She couldn't have waited another thirty seconds? I had a feeling she was doing this just to fuck with me; just to watch me squirm. She knew I was nervous about this dinner with Brian and she reveled at the thought of worrying me even further, just for a bit of fun. It was stupid of me to make that shaving comment; I put the power right in her hands. Though these days, that's exactly where the power always was.
I didn't bother throwing on clothes. I just tied the towel around my waist and made sure to get a good head start on breakfast while Jen was stuffing her massive muscles into her work attire. As I scrambled some eggs and fired up the skillet, I pictured Jen coming home with full tufts of armpit hair, greeting Brian with a satisfied grin. I knew that her hair didn't come in that fast, but I imagined it happening nonetheless as I stood there playing multiple train wreck scenarios over and over again in my head. Dammit, she just loved to make me anxious.
Then again, whenever she teased me and took me down a notch, it was always out of love. In her own odd way, it was as if she was trying to show me that I didn't need to worry about such petty things all the time. As much as I wish she would just agree to shave before our guests arrived, I couldn't help but notice that I had been over thinking the whole thing far too much. Jen pulling her little stunt in the shower was just her telling me that I was freaking out over nothing; this was going to be a situation I had little control over anyways, so I might as well just roll with it.
In no time at all, Jen's mouth was full of food, her plate completely empty, and the front door was shutting behind her. I looked around the house, examining the piles of dishes in the sink and remembering I needed to clean the grill, brush off the smoker, and sweep up the entire patio. There was also a load of Jen's dirty laundry to wash and some general dusting to do around the living room. The most obnoxious aspect of owning a large mansion was that it made cleaning an absolute pain in the ass. I made a mental list of everything I needed to accomplish around the house before our guests arrived. I certainly needed something to distract me from what could only be the most humiliating night of my life.
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After several hours of waiting nervously in the living room, the doorbell gave a sharp ring and I hopped to my feet in a hurry to answer the door. I paused for a second, took one last deep breath in an attempt to calm my racing heart, and turned the door handle. With a big, fake smile plastered on my face, I tried to give an enthusiastic welcome despite my internal flood of apprehension. I swung open the door and saw Brian, donning a dark blue button up and khaki shorts. Standing slightly behind him, a lovely blonde woman bounced with anticipation, her arms locked behind her back.
"Hello, come on in!" I said warmly, waving them into the foyer. Brian was about to speak up when the blonde woman lunged towards me, nearly shoving him aside in the process. She embraced me in a quick, tight hug. Oddly enough, my body tensed, subconsciously expecting to be wrapped up into Jen's massive pythons. I squeezed my eyes shut, ready to be hit by an oncoming bulldozer of force. But as the woman locked her small arms around me, she felt like a feather, lightly nestled against my torso. My god...this...this is what it was like hugging a normal woman! Her head barely came up to my chest and her arms didn't completely envelope or threaten to crush me; instead they were limp noodles, clinging onto me with barely any grip at all. The feeling was strange; it was familiar, though it seemed like something I hadn't experienced in ages.
"Oh my god!" the blonde girl bubbled, forcing my attention back to the present, "After all this time I finally get to meet you! This is so exciting!" Her voice was soft and feminine, hanging in the air like a playful melody. It was a startling contrast from Jen's bellowing bass I had become accustomed to. I realized it had been a ridiculous amount of time since I had even interacted with another female.
"Umm," I said with a slight chuckle, "I'm guessing you must be Amy. It's nice to finally meet you too!" She retracted from our hug, her face beaming brightly as she bounced energetically, her hands clasped in front of her.
She was a very cute girl to say the least. Standing next to Brian, Amy appeared to be a bit shorter in height, coming in at around 5'9". Her big blue doe eyes, encircled by her long lashes, glittered in wonder and she had a small button nose that wrinkled slightly in her excitement. Blonde locks fell straight down past her shoulders and combined with her slightly bronzed skin and the trace of freckles on her cheeks, she had the appearance of a summer lover that'd spend her entire week at the beach if she could. Her build was petite with the hint of an hourglass shape from her impressive C cup breasts and ample hips. I guessed that her weight was likely 120 lbs at the most; she looked like the type that attended a weekly palates class, but never took to competitive sports or a dedicated workout schedule. A white summer skirt flowed just to her knees and she wore a pink tube top that displayed her ample rack proudly.
I had only just met her, but to say her personality was bubbly was like saying the ocean is a bit wet. A perky smile still had yet to leave her sunkissed face and the way her eyes welled up with wonder had me curious if her mood ever dimmed. The way she bounced unabashedly and leaped into a hug showed that she was immensely comfortable in social situations, and wasn't afraid to let her bright persona shine. She was the complete antithesis of the old Jen who tended to stay quiet, hidden and locked in her books
"Dude," Brian spoke up, his arm gesturing outwards towards the path leading up to our entryway, "I knew you had moved into a big house, but this? This isn't at all what I expected! Holy hell, you guys must be doing well for yourselves."
"Yeah," I said, fiddling with my thumbs absent mindedly, "You could say we're doing alright. I suppose I should give you the tour."
"Yes!" Amy blurted with an excited, giggly laugh, "Tour! Tour! Tour!" As she chanted, I held the door for them, allowing them to enter the cavernous foyer and soak in the expansive living room that nearly forced their jaws the ground. Amy and Brian both gaped as I walked them through the family room, into the kitchen, and drew their attention to a few side rooms that we had yet to really occupy.
"There you can see the kitchen is pretty big, which is nice. There is also a large pantry we keep stocked with food and it has every appliance you could ask for. These rooms on the right were going to be guest rooms at some point," I spoke, trying to sound as casual as I could, not wanting my showcase to come off as bragging, "but we just haven't had the need for them. So they remain empty. Downstairs, we had a home gym installed. But I don't want to bore you with that. Instead, let me show you the patio and we can get those ribs cooking!"
Brian simply nodded, still a little awe struck by the size of our home. He carried the ribs at his side in large plastic bags. "Sounds good to me. These things are getting heavy! I still don't know why you wanted me to pick up an additional rack... I don't think a dozen people could finish this much meat."
"You have no idea," I thought to myself, simply putting on an exaggerated smile. We walked out to the porch, a beautiful landscape view easing into focus. The construction from the soon-to-be swimming pool was put on pause over the winter, so there was still some unsightly tarps and equipment plaguing the scene, but otherwise, it was an impressive glimpse at a beautiful spring evening. Hanging low in the sky, the sun shone with a dark orange tint; we'd have a perfect sunset view after dinner.
"Wow," Brian gasped, panning his head and absorbing the sight, "this is really something else. I'm really happy for you two. And speaking of which, isn't Jen home?"
"Well," I mumbled, "This house doesn't pay for itself, you could say. She works quite hard. She was needed a little later at the office today, but I assume she'll be home by the time dinner's ready." My heart thumped intensely; the anticipation of Jen's arrival was driving me mad. I just wanted this day to be over before I passed out.
"A house like this is certainly worth a few late nights at the grindstone," Brian laughed, amused by his own quip, "But, didn't you say at the grocery store you were still looking for work? Jen's job pays well enough to afford all of this?!"
He said it with such astonishment that it made me realize how odd it sounded from an outside perspective. I didn't want to get into the whole Feminox conversation, so I simply affirmed his speculation.
"Yeah," I muttered with a hint of shame in my tone, "All of this is thanks to Jen." I motioned my arm around me in a circle and let out a light sigh, eventually forcing a slight smile. Brian's mouth slumped into a frown, clearly noticing something wasn't right with me.
"Hey sweetheart," Brian spoke up, turning to Amy who stood pressed against the railing overlooking the scenery, a light breeze flailing her skirt back and forth. She turned to face him, excitement still plastered on her innocent face. "Can you grab the, uh, housewarming gift we brought? And a few glasses?"
"The wine!" she bubbled, clapping her hands together, "Oh, of course! It's still in the car. Where are your glasses?"
"First cupboard above the sink; you can't miss it." I smiled at her warmly while prepping the smoker. Amy disappeared, nearly skipping into the house, humming a sweet tune. Once she was gone, Brian pulled out a chair out and gave me a contemplative look; I continued to stoke the brazier, trying to appear unperturbed.
"Are you alright, man?" He questioned earnestly. Brian was always a close friend and I was naive to think I could hide my worries from him for long. "I've noticed you get a little down whenever I bring up Jennifer. Is everything okay between you too?"
"Things are great!" I exclaimed without a thought. Brian's eyebrows shifted in surprise at my reaction; I was a little surprised myself. But it was the honest truth. Despite still getting used to the oddness of it all, we were doing better than ever. I mimicked a light cough and reeled my attitude back. "I'm just worried that when she arrives, you'll realize she's not the same girl she used to be. Not by a long shot. I don't want you to get freaked out."
Brian laughed, his eyes squinting as his smile widened. "Freaked out? What did she gain a bunch of weight or something? Jesus, that stuff doesn't matter to me anyways. I'm just happy I finally get to see both of you and catch up! I'm not some judgmental prick; I was your Best Man for god's sake. And, hell, after college everyone seems to be changing. People getting married, having kids, buying houses, going corporate; change isn't always a bad thing, dude. We can't expect everything to remain blissfully stagnant like the days at university."
"But you're not getting the whole picture," I interrupted slightly, jumping in as soon as the last word escaped his lips. "She's changed in ways that I...just can't explain to you. I'd be here all night trying to describe it all; it's better you just see for yourself." It grew silent for a moment and Brian gave me a piercing stare, trying to analyze if I was being melodramatic or not. After a while though, he simply nodded, as if to take my word for it. I shifted in my seat and spun the topic. "So, Amy is a lovely girl. She seems...cheery."
"She is," Brian said fondly, staring after her as she rummaged around in the kitchen, a tenderness in his eyes, "We're definitely in love. But, you may have noticed she's a little..." he paused for a moment, not wanting to utter the wrong word, "...ditzy. Amy's amazing and all, but she's always been a bit of a valley girl. She loves shopping, tanning, and going out on dates."
"Ha, most women love those things." I chuckled lightly, watching the smoke begin to billow as the smoker reached the perfect temperature. I unbagged the pre-seasoned ribs and stacked each rack on separate shelves. Wiping off my hands on a towel that hung on the handle, I closed the metal door with a clank and made a mental note of the temperature.
"Yeah, but the problem is that those are the only things she likes. Other than being out in the sun and texting her friends, she just doesn't have any passion. Don't get me wrong; our relationship is amazing in every other regard. It's just that some days I wish she wasn't such an airhead and that she'd take a real interest in something. It's difficult to foresee a long future together when I can't even begin to predict what she wants to do with her life."
"I guess I never had that issue with Jen," I offhandedly remarked, reminiscing over our relationship and marriage. "Even throughout college, while you and I were bumming around, she knew exactly what she wanted to achieve and worked hard to get it. That woman has more passion than anyone I know. You wouldn't believe the things she's willing to sacrifice to see her dreams come to fruition. I guess I'm just trying to say count your blessings. There is definitely such a thing as too much passion, and Jen is a prime example."
"Yeah," Brian laughed, drumming his fingers on the porch table, "I suppose our ladies are basically polar opposites. But both absolutely adorable!"
As he made the last comment, I scoffed internally. Adorable definitely wasn't a word that described Jen anymore, not in the least. She was striking, impressive, herculean, marvelous, and jaw-dropping, but certainly not adorable. Before my thoughts wandered too far, Amy came moseying back outside, four glasses and an uncorked bottle of cabernet wedged under her arm.
"That's a very sweet gift," I said, rushing to grab a few of the glasses from her grip, helping her set everything on the table. "You didn't need to do that." I tried to be polite, but inside I was a little ecstatic. I wasn't much of a drinker these days, but alcohol was just what I needed right now. And knowing what was in store for Brian and Amy, I hoped a little booze would help to ease the situation.
"Well, I brought a glass for Jen. For when she gets here," Amy bubbled, slowly filling three of the glasses with the thick, red liquid, the bouquet gently stinging my nostrils. "But I hope she won't mind us getting started without her. How long until she's back?"
"I'd say another hour or so," I guessed, " The ribs should be getting close by then too. Typically smoking the meat would take a good three or four hours, but this new smoker is supposed to be the best you can buy. Apparently it can finish them in just under two. Technology..."
As we waited, the wine began to steadily fill our stomachs and I felt my tension ease ever so slightly. It was still there, but now instead of my worries being a hard lump lodged in my gut, they had melted into a soft puddle of goo. It was a lot easier to ignore my anxiety and marginally my mood lifted. Soon we were speaking on various topics with animated gusto; sports, movies, games, music. The company was comfortable and combined with the alcohol, I was convinced that the evening would go splendidly after all. As the warmness spread through my chest, I was able to finally kick back.
I heard the front door swing open suddenly with a crack followed by heavy high heels clacking on the wooden floor leading to the kitchen. My heart sank deep into the pit of my stomach and I made an audible gulp. All the stress that had been melting away re-solidified and began to weigh down on my emotions yet again. Brian gave a small cheer, hearing the commotion in the main room and began to fill the fourth glass with wine. Amy giggled, clapping her hands excitedly, ready to meet our expected guest. But as the shadow of an enormous silhouette filled the back doorway, Amy's peppy clapping slowed to a halt. Brian stared upwards towards the shadow, mouth wide open, wine beginning to overflow carelessly from the glass. I quickly but carefully took the bottle from his hands, but he didn't even notice. He gaped completely frozen at the figure that loomed overhead. Jen was home.
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loving the story. can't wait to see how hairy she'll get and how big her clit is gonna get. I love how when she's turned on now her clit bulge shows through her clothes. it would be amazing if it got bigger than his dick and she decides to fuck the shit out of him until he likes it. thanks for the great story man!
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"Her voice was a rumbling bass of ecstasy..."
"Her macho arms were raised into a heroic pose as she continued to ride me, deep grunts escaping her lips with each thrust."
I'm just loving this story BMB!! Karma isn't enough. I can't wait to see how Brian and little Amy take to our massive Jen. >:D
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You've done it again Bert! This chapter was great. Again, I cannot stress enough how refreshing it is to be at the edge of your seat at the end of each chapter. It is so common for writers to just rush through the transformation and the story and not even try to develop the characters. Bravo good sir! And, as you might of guessed, I cannot wait to see what happens with the armpit she let grow that day! :woohoo:
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Really loved reading this story, I loved that basically Jennifer didn't care about her armpits or acting feminine at all, I'm really interested in seeing how she acts around Amy and Brian, she is dominant and commanding with her husband, but will she be so commanding and unfeminine with them? Not that I mind, in fact, that's sort of sexier that way, she just commands all eyes in the room to her awesome frame, her pure presence of dominance, her lack of inhibitions is awesome, hope that continues. k+!
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The Double Date between our beloved married couple and Brian and Amy continues! Hope everyone enjoys the read. As always, thanks a lot for the great comments! Keep em coming! It really helps to keep the thread bumped while I write the next section. Cheers!
Spring, 2009 - Double Date Continued
The breeze whirred lightly across the porch, shaking the grilling utensils that dangled from the grill and rustling the table umbrella, rocking it gently back and forth. Those were the only sounds for what seemed like several minutes of utter silence. Neither Brian nor Amy made a single peep, both completely stunned, eyes wide and mouth slack with terrified expressions. I peered lifelessly into my glass of cabernet watching the deep red pool swirl delicately, just waiting for this horrible moment to be over. The swimming sensation the wine had given me faded, and I was left dead sober and all too aware of my surroundings. Frantically, I put the glass to my lips and took a large gulp, wishing the soothing feeling would return soon. I finally looked up to Jen in desperation, hoping she would say something to break the silence. But the look on her impassive face made it apparent just how much she enjoyed this reception; she loved to be gawked at as though she was an effigy crafted by the gods. This was all just a game to her.
Not able to take the stillness anymore, I cleared my throat to speak. But before I open my mouth, Brian stammered out a few words. "I-is that really you, Jenny?" His tone faltered slightly and soon he was simply back to staring, hypnotized by Jen's majestic presence as we all waited for her to respond.
"Hi Brian," Jen smirked proudly, clearly relishing his reaction, "It's good to see you again. Been a while, hasn't it?" At the sudden sound of Jen's deep voice, a look of complete bewilderment colored Brian's expression. He shook his head slightly, as if he wasn't quite sure he heard her right; he seemed to notice the low, resonating sound came from Jen, but at the same time, didn't seem convinced it was actually her speaking. My wife simply stepped forward out of the doorway and stomped loudly over to the extra glass of wine Brian had just overflowed during her shocking entrance. She gave it a light sniff, then tipped the entire glass back, nearly dumping the booze down her gullet.
"J-Jenny..." Brian stuttered once again, desperately grasping for something to say, "You're so...so...big!" As he continued to gape, Jen smiled and gave him a sideways look, as if he was an idiot for stating the obvious. And he was. There were a lot of words you could use to describe Jen, but saying she was big was like saying a pigeon is a bird. It might be correct, but it isn't exactly a meaningful description.
"Brian," I said softly, trying to carefully snap him back, "Isn't there someone you want to introduce?" I nodded towards Amy, whose facial expression hadn't budged an inch since first laying eyes on Jen. Brian's eyes darted over to me, noticed the direction I was nodding, and then lazily panned over to his girlfriend, slowly gaining a little sentience.
"Um," he swallowed hard, blinking quickly, aiming to regain his composure, "Yes, sorry. Uh, Jenny, this is my girlfriend A-amy." He lifted his arm in a haphazard gesture, motioning towards Amy, then let his hand slap back down towards his sides, dangling lifelessly.
"It's nice to meet you," Jen said slyly, flashing a confident smile across her rugged face, "welcome to our home." She spoke so smoothly and collected, clearly in complete charge of the entire situation. The pleasure she must be feeling in the presence of our manic fumbling was getting her more drunk than all the wine in the world could provide.
"H-hi," Amy squeaked, remaining completely frozen, as if she was trying to dissuade an angry bear from turning her into an evening snack. Her gorgeous blue eyes dared not blink as she gawked. Not being able to take the situation anymore, I quickly rose to my feet, the weight of the wine in my stomach finally making itself known. I stumbled for a second, but carefully maintained my composure, and headed over to the smoker.
"Well," I exclaimed as excitedly as I could, hoping to snap Jen's audience out of their trance, "those ribs should be about done! Brian, why don't you help me load up the plates. Babe, our guests were nice enough to bring us a bottle of wine, but it seems to have disappeared. Why don't you go grab another bottle from our wine rack."
Jen let out a low chuckle, as if me ordering her around was cute, like a puppy barking at a much bigger dog in a vain attempt to prove how tough it is. Still, she obliged and her heavy footsteps faded into the kitchen. Amy continued to stare blankly, watching my wife maneuver within our house, still stunned by the titanic sight before her. Brian steadily sidled up next to me and held out plates as I used a pair of tongs to dish out the ribs.
"Okay," Brian hissed, "What the fuck is going on, dude? Are you playing a prank on us? What the hell is this?" He tried his best to raise his voice at me while still retaining a whisper, casually peering over his shoulder to check for anyone listening. While Jen couldn't hear us, Amy was well within earshot, but gave no sign she was paying attention to anything but the massive muscle beast in our kitchen.
"Well," I said, keeping quiet, "I tried to tell you that Jen has...changed. I didn't know how to tell you exactly, so I thought it best you saw with your own eyes." I continued to load ribs on top of the plates at a quickening pace, hoping that a table full of food would ease everyone's minds. I also knew how hungry Jen was likely to be. If I wanted tonight's train wreck to improve at all, I needed to ensure my wife was fed.
"Yeah but, this isn't exactly what I had in mind" Brian confessed, running one hand nervously through his dark, spiky hair. "I mean, you realize how insane this is, right? This is goddamn crazy. Not to mention i-i-impossible! No... no, there is no way she could have changed like that. It's just not physically possible... She's taller than you now! She's built like a truck! She has the biggest arms I've ever seen on a woman and those shoulders were bursting out of her blouse! And it's not just her looks, it's...it's her entire persona! The way she just smiled at us while we stared like idiots. The confident sound in her voice. And, dear god, her voice! It's deeper than mine! Seriously, what in the hell is even happening right now?"
Brian continued to ramble, but not exactly towards me. Rather, he was working the situation out in his own head; I was merely witnessing him trying to solve the puzzle that was Jen's astonishing transformation. As his babbling proceeded, Jen finally emerged with two bottles of wine engulfed by her massive, veiny hands. She had rolled the sleeves of her works shirt up just past her elbows, showing off her bulky, strong forearms, already dotted with dark, returning hair. Absently noticing her return, Brian's chatter dissipated and he quickly set the meat down on the table, and rushed to take a seat, crossing his legs in a failed nonchalant manner.
"Smooth," I sighed, delivering the remainder of the food. "Well, let's eat."
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The meal was intensely quiet. We all just glanced about with feigned casualness, nibbling on our ribs and sipping on our wine, with the occasional cough and clanking of glasses breaking the silence. Though, the night wasn't all quiet; the sounds of Jen eating blared across the porch as she grunted and swallowed, greedily destroying the meat in front of her. A pile of bones had already piled up in front of her, all sucked completely dry as she continued to wolf down every morsel she could grab. Occasionally, she'd stop to wash it all down with a large swig of wine, downing half of her glass in a single go. As amazed as our guests were by the display in front of them, they averted their eyes, seemingly not wanting to offend Jen or myself with any more gawking.
Once we were all finished, we all sat around in discomfort, slowly taking more pulls of cabernet as the sun sank in the purple sky. The booze was really beginning to settle, and with a spike of courage I attempted to inject the awkwardness with some conversation, in hopes of reeling everyone back into a state of repose. We were all friends after all. "So, Amy, are you working somewhere right now?"
Amy appeared a little startled, realizing she suddenly had the focus on her. She meekly shifted in her seat. "Um, well, I guess I'm just kind of waitressing down at Wiley's. Bri and I moved in together last fall, so I'm still figuring out what I want to do. But it's great; my friends work there, so it's basically like a party every time I have a shift!" A hint of her bubbly personality returned for just a moment, enthusiasm sparkling in her big blue eyes as she spoke of her friends and partying. Her excitement faded quickly and silence threatened to settle in once again.
"Well," I declared, hoping more energy in my voice would help snap everyone out of their daze, "waitressing is a good gig. People tip well around here. And Wiley's is a fun place; Brian and I used to go there all the time in college, right bud?"
Brian didn't pay any attention to me. Apparently he wasn't even aware anyone had been talking; he simply looked in Jen's direction, determination cultivating on his unreadable mug. Instead of answering me, he took one sizeable chug of wine and set the glass down with a bit of force, his eyes locking with Jen's from across the table. "Jenny, can you please tell us what the hell is going on?"
Jen didn't move a muscle. She just made eye contact right back at Brian, her cold, stern stare penetrating him, as if telling him he made a huge mistake raising his voice to her. The cool rage boiled within Jen and her emotions were palpable in the air. As if realizing his mistake, Brian shifted uncomfortably in his chair, slouching slightly and decided it was a better idea to stare down at the table instead of at the angry bull in front of him. The tension continued to rise for another moment until Jen's lips tugged into a dimply smile.
"I guess you have a lot of questions for me." Jen spoke the words without a single care, as if she had understood exactly how this conversation would play out before she even left for work that morning. "Well, anything for an old friend. C'mon now, I'm an open book. Ask away."
Brian seemed caught slightly off guard at the openness of it all, but recomposed himself and took the opportunity to dive right in. "Um, okay, well before we get into the 'why', I'd like to know the 'how'. As in, how the hell did you manage to get that...huge?! Not just muscle, but height! You must have grown half a foot! Now, I'm no rocket scientist, but I'm pretty sure that's just not humanly possible. Unless you have some robotic legs underneath that skirt of yours."
"We could be here for three days straight if I tried to explain the exact science to you," Jen chortled deeply in a condescending manner. Understanding exactly what a long discussion we were in for, I began refilling everyone's wine glasses. "But, I'll start from the beginning with you. I work for a science company called Feminox, a start up lab that specializes in...well, a lot of things. My research is in organic chemistry and we've been working on a serum..."
Jen continued to mull through the long-winded exposition, gulping down her wine and occasionally motioning for me to fill her glass. Brian and Amy remained focused on her, drawn in by her commanding voice and the riveting details of Jen's project at Feminox. She talked for nearly fifteen minutes straight, giving them similar pitches to the ones she had given me. "Making the world a better place," and "bringing about a needed change," were phrases used liberally. And I'll admit, even though I already had this conversation many times with Jen, hearing her explain it all anew had me more eager than ever to support her. Her deep tone suggested her authority and urged me to believe everything she was saying, wanting to be with her every step of the way. As I glanced over to our guests, I could see I wasn't the only one feeling it. Their demeanors had shifted from shock and awe to slight admiration. Though, no doubt my adamancy on making sure the wine never stopped flowing helped iron out the wrinkles.
"Wow," Brian finally piped in as Jen finished her scientific rant, "I had no idea science could even obtain...this." He motioned at Jen's body with his wine glass, the liquid sloshing about as his arm jutted out before him. At the rate I had been refilling all of our glasses, it seemed as though the alcohol was finally taking its toll; it no doubt helped make the situation far easier to cope with and the general easiness in everyone's attitude seemed to reflect that. I, too, was beginning to feel lighter in the head, a warm smile spreading across my face and my internal monologue telling me everything was going to be just fine.
"So," Amy spoke up meekly, the first time she had really instigated all night. Her long lashes fluttered with childlike wonder, "How tall are you and how much do you weigh? Oh wait! I'm not supposed to ask a lady those questions! I'm sorry if that sounded rude!" She covered up a drunken laugh with her hand apologetically, her blue eyes wide with excitement nonetheless, hoping to receive an answer.
"Not rude at all," Jen corrected, "I'm a pupil of science after all; there's no sense in practicing politeness around raw data. As a part of my studies, we record my height and weight every morning. This morning, I clocked in at over 6'5" and 231 lbs, buck naked. It is a fine start to our research."
"Start?!" Brian shouted, a bit louder than he likely intended, "You're saying this is just the beginning?" His jaw hung open as a puzzled look washed over him. Amy's face also lit up at Jen's remark.
"Why not?" Jen stated uncaringly, a slight shrug of her shoulders causing her traps to bunch up into dense mountains underneath her blouse. "We're still a ways off from a product that can pass rigorous FDA testing, let alone something we can feasibly release on the market. As long as we're still in the experimental phase, I'll be there at the helm of the project. I won't stop until our baby is perfected and ready. And even then...who knows."
"Okay, but, you can't just stay on the drug forever," Brian inquired, leaning back in his chair and looking towards the sky, rolling through the questions rattling around in his brain. "I mean, there have to be side effects? You said the serum is derived from growth hormones and steroids; everyone knows those can cause some pretty drastic...alterations." He said the last words carefully and looked casually at Jen for an answer.
"I take it you already noticed my voice change," Jen boomed, going a little deeper than usual as if to drive home her point, "My vocal cords have changed structurally and my adam's apple has distended, severely lowering the pitch of my voice. Another feature you've likely taken note of is the difference in my face. Some of it is due to the general loss of body fat I've experienced, which has slimmed out my face, giving it a more dimply appearance with sharper lines. But the bones in my jaw have also grown and shifted, giving me a more rugged chin and jawline, making me appear wickedly handsome." She flashed her intimidating smile in their direction. Brian simply chuckled nervously while Amy stared blankly as Jen continued her explanation.
"It's the same way the bones in my entire body have been kickstarted into a growth spurt, becoming longer, thicker, and much more dense, allowing them to support my increasing weight and muscle mass. My breast tissue has atrophied completely and combined with my workouts, I no longer have anything that could resemble tits; just rock hard pecs. I've seen an immense increase in sweating, leading to a far more frequent and pungent body odor. Hair all over my body comes in at a much quicker rate and notably darker. This includes my legs, ass, stomach, chest, arms, armpits, and back. It has also increased across less common areas for women, including my hands, the tops of my feet, and along my face. My dear husband can attest to that." She bellowed a deep, confident laugh while I blushed in embarrassment, fearing my friends' reaction to the introduction of my wife's innate hairiness.
"Libido has also seen a significant increase as well as the size and sensitivity of my clitoris. I masturbate at least eight times at the office each day and during most of my workouts. Even then, I always have the energy and means to ravage my husband when I'm home. He can attest to that fact as well." Jen gave me a not so subtle wink and I merely blinked in response. The admission of her frequent masturbation was news to me. I guess I had assumed that she needed to keep her insatiable body satisfied throughout the day, but eight times?! That was bordering on ridiculous; it was astounding that she got anything done. Even more astounding was the way she mentioned such a taboo subject right in front of Brian and Amy, as though they were getting a high school biology lecture.
"Of course, the purpose of our serum is to increase health and wellness, so we went through pains to remove any harmful side effects from the sequence; liver damage, glaucoma, hypertension, kidney disease, and so on. But removing these traits directly from the serum's sequence is a complicated process; some sacrifices had to be made in order to achieve the desired result. Siphoning out every single side effect from the injections would be nitpicky and a vast waste of resources. So, other than those that directly affect health, all of the other side effects will remain."
Jen finally paused her listing and chugged the rest of her wine, grunting heavily with satisfaction. I was at a loss for words; the ease and confidence with which she rattled off her afflictions was surprising. The way she spoke of her hairiness, sweating, and lack of breasts really drove home the fact that she didn't see any of these things as negative aspects of her research. They were just a part of her now and it was all just as scientific as the rest of her progress.
"Um," Brian finally spoke after a bit of stillness, "Wow. That's quite the number of...developments." He paused for another moment, considering something in his head. I could tell the wine was slowing his thought process, but soon a sly smirk appeared on his face.
"So, why hasn't your husband taken part in the trials?" Brian asked with a swagger of drunken confidence. "These injections have made you taller, stronger, bigger, faster, and more confident, not to mention all of the repercussions you're facing would be far more accepted on a male body; the hair, the deep voice... What if I want to try this serum? Hell, I'd give anything for a few more inches of height. Where do I sign up?"
Brian chortled, a bit of wine sloshing over the rim of his glass. Though he laughed, I'd known Brian long enough to tell when he was trying to make light of an otherwise serious question.
It was then that I noticed it. In my current state, brain soaking in a lake of booze, I had almost missed it, but looking over at Jen, my body suddenly froze over and I dared not make a move as I observed the most terrifying sight I had ever witnessed. A look of pure, untamed fury was stricken across my wife's frigid demeanor. The corners of her lips twitched, almost in a feral snarl. Her wide nostrils flared and her cold eyes shot daggers in Brian's direction. In that instant, it felt as though the temperature dropped ten degrees, a sudden chill creeping its way up my spine. All of a sudden, I understood exactly what my wife's enraged face was saying. She was insinuating "This gift is not meant for the likes of you."
Brian certainly didn't notice the slight shift in the atmosphere, his eyes still squinting drunkenly as he awaited her response. Amy, on the other hand, must have noticed the subtleties as she suddenly slouched down further into her seat, averting her eyes strictly to the cobblestones of the porch. While the pause in the conversation seemed like hours, in reality, it had only been a quick handful of seconds, and the terrible beast behind Jen's eyes faded as she readied herself for a response, a devious smile slowly forming on her face.
"I'm sorry, Brian," she shrugged casually, "But the drug simply isn't ready for the male anatomy. Something funny with the genetic code... there just isn't a safe version of the serum for men. Though if Amy wanted to give it a shot, we'd be happy to have another test subject." Jen's gaze flicked over to Amy and in a second, the attention was focused on her. Brian's eyes widened, mouth forming into a frown.
"M-me?" Amy squeaked, her typically peppy persona taken aback by the sudden offer. "Why would you want me for your research?"
"Why not?" Jen said, taking another large gulp of wine and reaching her beefy arm over to grab the remainder of the bottle. "I've always wanted to note the difference the serum would have on women of different body shapes, sizes, personalities, and education backgrounds. Plus you'd be considered an employee during the time of the testing; it pays much better than waitressing, that's for certain." She said the last words with an air of sweetness as to not come off insulting.
"No!" Brian exclaimed, quickly getting to his feet, his knees almost buckling underneath him as he nearly lost his balance. He wavered for a second, but caught the table to steady his inhibited coordination. "You can't give Amy your drugs, like she's a labrat! I-I won't allow it!"
The fury that had coated Jen before returned with a vengeance, and even Brian was quick to notice this time around. Jen slid her chair back, a loud scraping screech sent from the cobblestone, and she rose, slowly and steadily in a perfect motion, not a single semblance of drunkenness. In absolute control and deliberation, she straightened until she stood tall, and proud, completely dwarfing Brian in height and size. Brian's legs began to shake at the sight, though he continued, bravely enough, to make direct eye contact with Jen, his gaze slowly angling up as she towered over him. She spoke deeply and clearly, ice in her every word.
"You do not have any power to tell her what she can and can't do. You do not get to make decisions for her. She is a strong, proud woman and she doesn't need you to guide her through her own life. Why don't you let Amy answer for herself. And don't you dare speak on her behalf, ever again. Do you understand, little man?"
She reached out a thick finger and extended her muscled arm, a road map of forearm veins twitching as she firmly pointed in Brian's direction. Pure darkness was in her eyes and her long arm stretched easily over to Brian, her index prodding firmly in his sternum. The force from her tap caused him to stumble back into his chair as the words from her booming voice reverberated off of the walls of our mansion and out into the dusk. And then silence.
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What a great chapter, wow, Jennifer's confidence sure didn't sugar coat anything about the formula, she just came right out and said it, as though there was no shame attached to her changes, and I guess for her, there isn't, she has seemed to love the changes that her body and mind has gone through. And now she would like to see what changes Amy may go through, and I sort of do too. k+!
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My Agenda sense just went off big time. The way Jennifer reacted is less "I'm being challenged", and more "this man is impeding the overall goal". Feminox has probably indoctrinated Jennifer, and this is the first time we see her actually being pressured to go into detail (which she obviously didn't want with the "You obviously wouldn't understand/you're too dumb to see" comment), and then Brian actually bringing up his rejection of her offer to Amy.
Be VERY careful, Bert. This is a really dangerous approach to the story, which could lead into direct femdom/utter humiliation cliche territory. If that's the direction you want to go, that's fine. But I'm letting you know if you fall into the cliche trap, that could kill the actual effectiveness of the story entirely.
And before anyone says anything, I said STORY, not detailing. I know it's the detailing that gets most people going on here, but I focus on overall story more than individual moments. There is a clear difference.
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My Agenda sense just went off big time. The way Jennifer reacted is less "I'm being challenged", and more "this man is impeding the overall goal". Feminox has probably indoctrinated Jennifer, and this is the first time we see her actually being pressured to go into detail (which she obviously didn't want with the "You obviously wouldn't understand/you're too dumb to see" comment), and then Brian actually bringing up his rejection of her offer to Amy.
Be VERY careful, Bert. This is a really dangerous approach to the story, which could lead into direct femdom/utter humiliation cliche territory. If that's the direction you want to go, that's fine. But I'm letting you know if you fall into the cliche trap, that could kill the actual effectiveness of the story entirely.
And before anyone says anything, I said STORY, not detailing. I know it's the detailing that gets most people going on here, but I focus on overall story more than individual moments. There is a clear difference.
Whatever the case, I don't think BMB is capable of writing a bad story. I look forward to whatever direction he decides to take it. I keep hearing that stupid McDonalds song in my head because,"I'M LOVIN IT!!"
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Whatever the case, I don't think BMB is capable of writing a bad story. I look forward to whatever direction he decides to take it. I keep hearing that stupid McDonalds song in my head because,"I'M LOVIN IT!!"
Yes, I'm looking forward to how the story progresses, too. But every writer's capable of crapping the bed when it comes to pitfalls in storytelling. I have a friend who loves this story about aliens invading Earth, and then out of NOWHERE comes vampires to fight them off. I read it after he recommended it, and it was one of the most cliche things I've ever read after the vampires came in. The invasion and the restructuring of society before that point was interesting, and the human survival aspect was well done. Then BOOM! Bloodsuckers with superpowers are the real heroes of the story, and it just drains the story of all punch it should have had if it had focused on the humans alone.
As readers for forum built stories, it's our responsibility to keep the writer focused on writing, not placating the reader's sensibilities. And though people may not like that I do bring up criticisms, it's constructive criticism to keep the writer focused. So, Bert. all I have to say is keep focused on how you want to build the story, try to think of angles and perspectives you normally wouldn't see in stories like this, and be aware of the pitfalls of this genre's writing, okay? It'll help you in the long run, just like any other writer.
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My Agenda sense just went off big time. The way Jennifer reacted is less "I'm being challenged", and more "this man is impeding the overall goal". Feminox has probably indoctrinated Jennifer, and this is the first time we see her actually being pressured to go into detail (which she obviously didn't want with the "You obviously wouldn't understand/you're too dumb to see" comment), and then Brian actually bringing up his rejection of her offer to Amy.
Be VERY careful, Bert. This is a really dangerous approach to the story, which could lead into direct femdom/utter humiliation cliche territory. If that's the direction you want to go, that's fine. But I'm letting you know if you fall into the cliche trap, that could kill the actual effectiveness of the story entirely.
And before anyone says anything, I said STORY, not detailing. I know it's the detailing that gets most people going on here, but I focus on overall story more than individual moments. There is a clear difference.
Thanks for reading and I appreciate the criticism. As to not spoil anything, I'll just say that the story has a lot of moving pieces behind the scenes, though most have been hinted at through dialogue moments or observations. Some major points have yet to come in the light, mostly due to the narration being a first person perspective; we only know as much as the character knows; it'd be poor story telling if our main character suddenly knew things he simply isn't supposed to know. Also keep in mind that because we see/hear things from the character's eyes, he may be making completely wrong assumptions. For instance, when he hears anger in Jen's voice or sees a coldness in her eyes, that doesn't mean she's actually angry or emotionless; it's just what he assumes based on what those observations. Some food for thought.
The story is, and has always been, headed exactly where I want it to go. Some of it may fall into a cliche, some may be completely original, but it's all still intentional at this point.
But I can't thank you enough for reading and I really do appreciate you voicing your worries with the story. The best I can do is tell you that everything is going according to plan and I have no intention of jumping the shark.
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Next Chapter! Yay! This one, again, is on the shorter side. But I was I ready to move the timeline a little and start getting into the next part of their lives! Hope you enjoy and thanks as always for reading!
Spring, 2009 - Double Date Concluded
Our date night came to an end fairly abruptly. After a few minutes of stunned silence and sipping from wine glasses, Brian and Amy left, mumbling a few light excuses to hit the road as they gathered their things. Amy thanked us for inviting them over, and helped Brian stumble to their car. Amy ensured me she was still sober enough to drive, as Brian had become quite uselessly drunk. Soon, they were pulling out of the driveway, and I was still left wondering if the night was a success or not. On the one hand, Brian and Amy got to see the new Jennifer and take a close peak at our different life, and after some initial disbelief, they seemed to fully accept her.
On the other hand, the double date ended on a sour note after Jen lashed out at Brian. He seemed eager to scamper off after that, and I suppose I didn't blame him.
In the end, Amy had declined Jen's offer to help her research at Feminox. She did so politely and Jen simply shrugged her huge shoulders, thinking nothing of it, likely expecting an answer to that degree. I'll admit that while Brian was the only one vocal about it, I also had my qualms about Jen's proposal to Amy. If Jen really needed more subjects for her tests, I imagined she'd find dozens of worthy candidates within her workplace alone. Asking Amy to take part in it felt a bit disrespectful to Brian; looking back at all the hardships I struggled to overcome in the last year, I certainly wouldn't wish those dark times on my best friend.
After wiping down the smoker, I began clearing the porch table of wine glasses and plates. As I moved around, I nearly tripped over my own feet several times and it became apparent just how drunk I had gotten over the course of the evening. I never counted the amount of times I refilled my glass, but I'd have guessed I consumed around a bottle by myself. And due to the fact that I didn't drink too often, the alcohol had a potent effect. The world around me wavered lightly, bringing on a dizziness that wasn't nauseating, but instead soothing. A coursing warmness still encompassed me and I felt a relaxing pool of comfort settle deep within my gut.
I carried the dishes inside and heard Jen's heavy footsteps descending from our bedroom. I peered over as she rounded the corner, clad in a set of workout clothes which consisted of nothing more than a tight pair of booty shorts and a sports bra stretched to its breaking point across her wide, masculine chest. Her midriff was completely exposed, displaying her bulky abs. Her tiny shorts might as well have been painted on; they hugged her wide hips as the outline of her upper quads peeked from beneath the fabric.
"I'm going to get in a workout before bed," Jen said coolly, sauntering quickly over to the fridge to grab a jug of water. "Don't wait up."
"Wait," I slurred curiously, observing her fluid movements, "Why aren't you drunk? I saw you chugging wine for the last hour; you probably drank more than any of us. "You're really okay for a workout?"
Jen gave a slight snort, mostly amused by my bewilderment. "My body metabolizes the alcohol much faster than a normal person. I definitely got a little drunk after dinner, but only for a handful of minutes. By now, it's all out of my system."
"Is that why you snapped at Brian?" The words escaped my lips before I could rethink saying them. My lowered inhibitions were going to get me in a heap of trouble; I cringed, awaiting a verbal smackdown from my wife.
But instead, she spoke calmly after a deep, long sigh. "I wish I could blame the alcohol. It may have nudged me a bit further than I should have gone, but in the end I said exactly what I meant. However, I do feel some regret at the way I said it. I didn't mean to scare off your friend. The poor guy was shaking like a puppy." Jen allowed a subtle smirk to cross her lips, but in her eyes was a twinge of apology.
"This whole week," I started, clearing my throat, "I've been worrying about Brian seeing the new you. Scared of what he and his new girlfriend would think of you. And what they'd think of my life. Things were going so well until you went off on him..."
At this point, my brain couldn't convince my mouth to stop moving. I was babbling on while screaming at myself internally. The wine urged me to keep pushing my luck with the conversation, and I hoped I wouldn't come to regret it.
"You're right." Jen said plainly, which caught me a bit by surprise. "I could tell how happy you were to finally get this whole secret off your chest. You looked so relieved; finally being able to share our new life with your friends. But, the way he jumped in to answer for Amy just got to me. It was like he didn't think she was capable of answering for herself." She let out a slight scoff, trying to hide the disgust on her face.
"He didn't mean it like that," I pleaded, "I hope you can see that. He was just startled by your offer, that's all. Even if it was Amy's decision, it was still a decision that would affect him directly... the same way your decision affected me..."
I looked down at my feet, the ground rippling slightly as my dizzy eyes tried to focus. Jen's huge body moved into my peripheral and her long, buff arm reached over to me, her large hand cupping my chin and tilting it up until I was making eye contact with her. There was love in her eyes, but also an energetic determination.
"But you love it when I make the decisions," she said deeply, her bass voice vibrating in my chest. A sexy grin spread across her rough face.
"Yes, I do." I said it before I even realized my mouth had opened.
"And though you were hesitant and angry for a while, my decision has changed our lives for the better. You're happier than you've been in a long time." Her voice was so low and powerful, it's commanding tone making me feel protected; telling me I could be truthful with her.
"It's true. To be honest...I...I can't even picture going back to the way things were." Again, the wine conflicted my judgments, but I knew my words were from the heart. As scared as I had been about everything that had happened, I couldn't deny that I was happy. We were wealthy and we had more sex than I could handle. I supported a wife who had purpose and we shared a love that I now knew could overcome any obstacle. The memories of the old Jen had been slowly fading, eagerly being replaced by my new, beefy muscle wife. Our new relationship dynamic was unlocking a whole new side of me that was intimidating, yet completely exciting.
"Now how about you clean up these dishes while your wife goes to lift some weights, huh?" she said it with such authority and I smiled at her request, happy to follow through. But instead, a different idea popped into my head.
"Or," I said, a little sheepishly, averting my gaze, "I could...give my wife a spot while she lifts."
"Aaah," Jen said with a smile, "You want to watch me, don't you? You want to see what your big wife can do, don't you little man?"
I simply swallowed and nodded my head, my eyes welling with lust. I had been avoiding watching Jen work out since she humiliated me in the gym last winter. But as time went on and my ego mended, I was becoming more and more curious, endlessly wondering how much she had progressed and just how strong she had become. Seeing her display her muscles had become quite the erotic sight in the bedroom; watching her actually put her muscles to use had been fascinating me.
Jen took my small hand in her gorilla grip and led me seductively down to the basement. Between the cool breeze out on the porch and the smoky aroma of dinner, I hadn't noticed Jen's smell since she got home (probably for the best as our guests didn't have to suffer it). Now that we were close, her familiar scent flowed through my nostrils, intoxicating me the same way the wine had. I welcomed it, closing my eyes and enjoying the presence of my wife.
As we entered the gym, Jen peeled off her tight booty shorts, hamstrings flaring as she bent over in front of me to roll them down her legs, giving me a full picture of her bulky legs and globular glutes. She let me enjoy the sight for a moment, then straightened her meaty back and turned to me. She then pulled her sports bra over her head, lats bulging and pecs contracting as she lifted the tiny piece of stretched fabric past her thick neck, revealing her ripped chest. As she stripped, I got a close up view of her quite hairy armpits, which had grown far past the stubble stage since we had missed shaving them that morning. And while my impulse was to act disgusted, I found that I didn't quite feel that way. The warmness in my chest spread and my heart beat a little faster as I took in the display.
While her pits were hairy, the peppering of scruff having transformed into a short dark tuft, their appearance didn't turn me off. In fact, they only seemed to complement Jen, looking natural and fitting in effortlessly with the sculpt of her muscular body. As I stared, I briefly wondered what Jen would look like if we let her body hair go for a few days...
I shook the thought out of my mind, attributing the daydreaming to my drunken state. Before I could soak in anymore of my wife's hard body, she strutted, completely naked over to the squat rack. I stared, enjoying the show as she bent down to pick up the 45's from the weight tree and effortlessly maneuvered them onto the barbell. She continued to stack another set of plates. Then another set. Then another.
"Holy hell, Jen," I exclaimed, "That's four sets of plates! You're really going to squat 405? That's more than I could ever squat..."
Jen let out a husky laugh that boomed through the gym walls. She turned to face me, her nude stature looking heroic in all its muscularity. My eyes were drawn to her unkempt bush and the thick clit that protruded from the forest of hair. "Are you really that surprised? I surpassed you in strength months ago, my little husband."
My face flushed with embarrassment, but I continued to stare. Of course I knew that she had out lifted me a while ago, but seeing it again in person came as a shock. I thought back to my years and years of weight training and hard, heavy work outs. I could still picture the goals I had set for myself, pressing myself to bench more and squat more, becoming as strong as I could. And after nearly a decade of athleticism and grueling lifts, I could not achieve what Jen had achieved in just a few months. Weeks ago, this probably would have bothered me more. Now, I felt... proud? Before I realized it, a smile was creeping along my face. I was...happy... at what my wife could now do. I felt elated that while there were things I couldn't accomplish, my Jennifer could clearly do so.
"And this is just a quick warm-up," Jen blurted out a deep laugh, "Don't blow your load just yet!"
I was about to laugh at her jest, until I realized she really wasn't joking. Looking down, my erection was bolstered, digging firmly into the crotch of my khakis. My face reddened again, though I knew I shouldn't be ashamed. "Well then, get on with the show!" I smirked, waving a drunken hand while taking a seat on the bench. I began to unfasten my belt and remove my clothes. No sense in letting Jen have all the fun.
The bar creaked as it was hefted violently off of the rack, the heavy weights tugging on either side, giving it a slight bend. Jen took a few steps back, her huge bare feet smacking loudly against the lifting platform. Slowly, she grunted and began to descend, her slightly widened stance shifting as her beefy legs flared, dropping smoothly into a squatted position. With barely a moment of pause, Jen exploded upwards, the hundreds of pounds on her back seeming like a small pair of pink 5 pounders. Her thick quads contracted and the weight was heaved to its starting position. In another grunt, she dropped back down, completing rep after rep.
The sight was marvelous. I got the full view of Jen's spectacular muscle glutes flexing and bending, spreading as she reached the bottom and fully tightening back to her stance. Her hamstrings and calves bulged, thick veins forming under her taught skin, every striation mapped vividly. I continued to stare in awe as she pumped up and down, nearly effortlessly, performing a physical feat that I couldn't hope to achieve. It was driving me wild. As I sat, completely naked on the bench, my cock was a stiff rod, aching and throbbing from the presence of my beastly wife.
Setting the bar back in its place, Jen gasped in a refreshing huff, the entire rack shaking as the heavy weight was thrown against it, wobbling until it finally settled. Without so much as a breather, she went to the weight tree and grabbed another pair of 45's followed by a few 25's and some 10's. My mouth hung slack and my shaft jolted with excitement as she loaded it all on the bar. 565 pounds! I could hardly believe it. She was actually going to squat 565 lbs!
Before I could even relish in the thought, Jen was transforming my imagination to reality; she hucked the bar back onto her meaty traps, and descended once again into a fury of powerful squats, yelling deeply with each rep.
"Touch...yourself..." she instructed in between each of her manly grunts, the bass of her voice vibrating the mirror in front of her. "Stroke... while... you... marvel... at your... muscle wife!" She finished another rep, the weights bouncing slightly on the drooping bar.
I didn't need to be told twice! I took my erect cock in my hands and began to stroke, my eyes wide as I absorbed the scene in front of me. Jen's naked ass and thick, beefy legs flared and quivered as the squatted deeply and exploded in a powerful surge of raw energy. As I continued to massage my dick, Jen continued to bark her orders, grunting deeply.
"Tell me... how big... I am..." she bellowed.
"You're so big, my love!" I murmured in ecstasy, "Huge, in fact! There is no woman bigger!" As fast as my hand was pumping, it looked as though Jen was pumping even faster, her body moving up and down swiftly, like the massive weight meant nothing to her.
"No...woman...bigger." Jen yelled, "And soon... no...MAN... bigger!"
"Yes..." I found myself saying. "Yes!" My head was still swimming from the wine. I must have been completely out of it. And yet, I continued, spouting off insane things as my hand moved faster across my shaft.
"Yes, you'll be bigger than any man! Stronger! M-m-more...m-more mus-muscular!" I was reaching the point of no return. My wrist was a blur and my eyes began to cloud, the blurry image of Jen's titanic, naked body, still throwing around all that weight like she was going for an evening stroll. "So...s-so...mmmuscularrr...mmmm."
I trailed off into a whimpering moan as I began to spurt, streams of jizz lightly pattering onto the matted floor. A tingling spread from my toes, through my loins, and up into my chest and neck. I felt the warmness of the orgasm calm my body as my heart thumped rapidly in my chest. Suddenly, the wine and the post climax exhaustion hit me like a wall. I found myself slumping onto the bench until I was lying down, dick still in hand as it became soft and limp.
"So tired," I mumbled, drunken sleep threatening to take me. I heard the bar slam into the rack and heavy footsteps approached as my vision darkened. In a moment, I was hoisted off of the bench as two beefy arms shot under my torso and legs, manipulating me into a carried position. I felt my body pressed firmly against Jen's huge pec slabs, now moist with her sweat. I placed a hand gently against her torso, feeling her strong, steady heartbeat from beneath her layers of thick muscle.
"You're amazing," I sighed wearily, my speech slurred from the alcohol and post-cum drowsiness. Though my eyes were closed as I continued to dance around the edge of sleep, I swore I could almost hear Jen's cool, confident smile peering down at me, safely cradled in her arms.
"Let's get you to bed." Jen thrummed, the rumbling of her deep voice resonating within her chest. She stomped up the stairs and soon we were snuggled between our sheets, Jen's large, sweaty body fully encompassing my own.
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Really nice! I love workout scenes, and of course I have liked Jen's attitude from the very start, how her muscles and strength have made her really confident, how they made her feel really sexy, that really translated through this chapter. I also liked the armpit hair. How it had grown from stubble to tufts over the course of what, 12-14 hours? Nice! k+!
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Thank you everyone for the comments; you all are an amazing group of support as always! I'm very pleased you're all enjoying the story so much! It's definitely what keeps me writing!
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I read from the start to this point over the past couple of hours.
This is the best story I've read in years !
I do have to confess that I was one of those put off reading about the hairyness and smelliness back on page 1. I was expecting a simple mindless plotless fetishist story.
I was not expecting anything like this !
There is a whole side of living with elite female athletes that usually gets ignored. The smells, the sweat soaked clothes falling apart, the mounds of dirty laundry, the time all that training requires, the moods, the changing demands, the necessary self-obsession, the necessary sacrifices her support team must make for her.
This story takes that side and explores what happens when the athletics are taken to fantasy levels -- how hard it would be for her support team, especially the men in her life, to deal with the psychological changes, the physical stresses, the emotions, the pleasures necessary to deliver those fantasy level results.
It is so good to read a story in this genre that doesn't race immediately to the end, but that takes time to develop the characters and to create a complex plot.
This is an amazing story, not just for how well it is written, but also for its originality in exploring what is almost universally ignored.
Please keep writing. Please keep exploring.
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Wow, that is some mighty praise. First off, thank you for reading through it, even when the story contained some things that weren't up your alley. I'm glad you could find things you liked within the writing itself!
Exploring the impact such an extreme case like this would have on a family and friends is exactly what drove me to write the story the way I did. I didn't just want it to be a typical growth story, or something where the main character just so happens to have that fetish all along. Instead, I wanted it to be a struggle and show the internal back and forth between being supportive and dealing with the changes that are suddenly imposed on the way you'd live your life.
While the purpose of the story IS to be a fun, sexy, growth story, I still wanted it to show characterization and development that was believable (or as believable as it can be in a fantasy setting). So thank you very much for reading and for finding the enjoyment in that fact :)
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Aaaaand we're back. Sorry for the short delay between chapters. The summer has been predictably busy. But I'm glad to have been able to finish the section. I hope everyone enjoys it. A new season begins and some big changes are underway as always!
Summer, 2009
Before I was ready for it, the summer sun began blaze in the sky day after day, as the cool, comfortable weather of Spring escalated into the scolding mid-June inferno. The Summer was supposed to be a hot one, and the prediction was already proving to be true. Stepping outside was like jumping into an oven and asking to be cooked as the waves of heat slammed into you like a wall.
With the intense weather, I suppose I was lucky I had been returning to my hermit ways. Ever since the disaster dinner with Brian and Amy, I had yet to hear from either of them. Our interaction had made me a bit self conscious; I was afraid that if I left the house and ever tried to reconnect with friends and family or even attempted to meet new people, eventually they'd need to meet Jen. I pictured the situations over and over again, where my old acquaintances and family members would leave our house in horror, disappointment, and fear in their eyes as they judged my wife and our lifestyle. No matter how hard I tried to change my view, I always assumed that my friends and family would come to alienate me in the end. I guess the irony was that by not even trying, I was alienating them anyways.
But at the moment, I was completely content without friends or family complicating matters. I had everything I needed; I had a beautiful air-conditioned home, I had a kitchen full of food, I had a gym (not that I had been using it much these days), I had plenty of chores to occupy my time, and of course, I had my lovely wife Jen.
Over the last three months, Jen had, predictably, continued to grow in height and weight, coming in at 6'6" and 250 lbs. With every passing day, it seemed she towered over me even more and packed on pounds of beef onto her freaky muscular frame.
And now, I could confidently say we had put the past behind us. I was no longer ashamed to admit that I absolutely loved my wife's body. I loved it with all my heart. From her thick traps and wide shoulder boulders to her meaty quads, Jen's body continued to astound me every time I saw it. The way her corded back would bulge through her clothes with even the slightest movement to how her huge pecs pushed the limits of every bra she owned; every part of Jen was a testament to her ridiculous physique. Whenever I got the chance, I was ogling over her long, thick legs or her dense biceps, mouth watering with lust. And it wasn't just the muscles that drove me wild.
I loved Jen's confident strut and how she took ownership of whatever room she walked into. I loved how deep her voice had become and how it seemed to shake the very foundation of our home with each bellowing laugh. I loved how she had been neglecting her bras more and more, rarely seeing a need for them to cover her ripped man-pecs. I loved the way she tore a meal apart, grunting and gulping as she consumed dozens of pounds of protein at every sitting. I loved her desire to get bigger and how it was the focal point of her existence, leading to some of the most jaw dropping workouts I could ever imagine. I loved how she took command of our sex life and could bring me to my knees with a single word. Simply, I loved how absolutely passionate our attraction to each other had become.
Even her body hair, which had once been a major facet of my disgust towards Jen's changes, was becoming a feature I didn't really mind. Every morning, I still went through my ritual in the shower, shaving every inch of my wife. Though, occasionally, I'd make an excuse to skip a day. I'd claim that I didn't sleep well and wanted to snooze for a few extra hours, or I'd offer to make an extravagant breakfast, which would cut into Jen's grooming time. But, I did these things out of curiosity; I wanted to see just how crazy things would get after a day. The dark stubble that grew in quickly was a testament to the amount of testosterone flowing through her body and I found myself getting turned on at the idea. I relished in the thought of my wife being so pumped full of drugs and steroids that her hair was untamable.
Our relationship was brimming with excitement, though I'll admit that I still grew a bit antsy around the house. Usually, there was always plenty to do. Between cleaning up after Jen's prior meals and preparing for her next one, it felt as though I spent 90% of my waking day in the kitchen, either scrubbing at plates and pans or frying up some sort of nutritional meal that could feed an army barracks. Jen even made a joke of my frequent cooking and cleaning and bought me a 1920's style light blue apron, complete with a white lace trim, that you'd see on a house wife in a Normal Rockwell painting. We laughed together at the absurdity of it, but I actually had been utilizing it lately. The only other apron I owned was the one I used for grilling, and that one was typically covered in charcoal and smelled of smoke. This one was perfect for keeping the dishwater and food splatter off of my clothes. And Jen always seemed to enjoy coming home to the sight of me donned in an apron, cooking mountains of food for her. Knowing it turned her on was just icing on the cake.
When I wasn't cooking, cleaning, or doing the laundry, I enjoyed relaxing on the porch and soaking up a little sun. The construction on our pool was nearly done and I anticipated the day I'd be able to take a dip to relieve my skin from the torturous inferno of the summer. It was always smoldering outside, and the exception of a little time spent on the porch, I found it was so much lovelier to spend the day enjoying the brisk cold of our air conditioned home.
On this day, having finally finished my chores, I was spending some time outdoors, lying back on one of the chairs, lightly shaded from the table umbrella. In my hand, I held an iced margarita. It was sweet and refreshing, and the condensation on the glass felt amazing as it sent trickles of water down my fingers. I hadn't been a big drinker since graduating from college, but ever since indulging in the wine during our double date, I found comfort in enjoying a drink during the day. I suppose, I had always looked down on it a bit, finding it shameful that I'd be drinking in the middle of the day while other more successful individuals worked hard at their jobs. I always thought at the very least I should be looking for a new career before diving into a bottle. But, those days had passed, and now, I enjoyed being a house-husband. And it's not like I didn't work hard; doing the countless chores to upkeep our house (and Jen's insane appetite) was its own form of grueling labor, and it was something I found pride in. Now, I saw a little day drinking as one of the many "perks" of my new job.
To my surprise, my phone began to ring, snapping my consciousness back to the present. From the porch, I could hear my cell vibrating on the kitchen counter. At first I thought I was mistaken, but again, I heard the rhythmic pulsing of the phone buzzing against the granite top. I rose to my feet and swiftly walked back inside, a rush of cool air lightly chilling my skin and whisking away all of the heated moisture as I entered the air conditioned space. It was odd for me to get calls; I hadn't exactly stayed in touch with friends. Occasionally, my family would call to check in and complain how long it's been since we last saw each other, but those moments were few and far between.
I assumed it may have been a telemarketer until I reached my phone and saw Brian's name flashing on the screen. My stomach fluttered and memories of our last encounter flashed through my head, bringing on uncomfortable feelings I didn't want to face. I couldn't guess to the reason he was calling, but I hoped it wasn't to berate me about our cookout all those months ago. As I realized I was staring at a cell phone that continued to vibrate wildly, I fumbled it in my hands and quickly answered.
"Um...hello?" I said with a bit of uncertainty in my voice.
"Hey, man," Brian's chipper voice called from the other end, "How are you?"
"I'm uh..." I stammered, not quite knowing how to answer the question. By all accounts, everything was fantastic. But, not wanting to talk about Jen in front of Brian, and perhaps force another uncomfortable conversation, I simply said, "fine... Everything's fine. How are you?"
"Well," Brian hesitated with a chuckle under his breath, "That's a tough question. Look, I know I haven't called or anything in months, but... do you think we could meet for lunch or something? There are some things I need advice on. And I know we left on awkward terms when we last saw each other, but it'd be nice to just hang out, like old times."
"Sure," I exclaimed before clearing my throat and attempting to smooth my demeanor. "I mean... yeah, I think I'm free. I could meet you at Bistro Brothers in an hour."
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Sitting at the table at the little sandwich joint, I found myself people watching without realizing it. I had been so used to practicing my mild agoraphobia that being out in public, on the rare occasions it happened, was quite a spectacle. All around me, people lived, well...completely normal lives. A beautiful couple bickered in the corner about buying a new sofa. A few kids ran around their mother's legs as she texted on her phone, swatting down at them every now and again to get them to stop rough housing. An old man ordered his sandwich at the front counter, apparently far too slow as the clerk yawned and occasionally pushed a button on the register while the people building up behind him shuffled impatiently. A worker, clad in a blue uniform and black apron, swept up the floor and stopped periodically to wipe down a table. Everything was just so... boring.
There was no excitement, no oddities. Everyone looked like they belonged in a sitcom as background extras; hired only to look entirely average and play their part. Being surrounded by nothing but my own freaky lifestyle and equally freaky wife for nearly a year had skewed my perception, and I couldn't help but look at the seemingly "normal" lives of those around me with distaste. Sure, my life wasn't perfect, but at least there was excitement. There was struggle and strife, but also moments of extreme highs. The things I had gone through with Jen had by all means addicted me to being surrounded by the weird. Imagining my huge, burly wife trying to interact in this restaurant normally, in the midst of all these average, boring people brought a smile to my lips.
Brian walked through the door and sat down quickly. He dressed largely the same way I had always seen him dress; khaki shorts, a polo shirt, and a pair of aviators he insisted on wearing year round, no matter how hard I tried to convince him how tacky it looked. He removed his aviators and began to drum his fingers on the table energetically, and I could see the nervousness in his eyes, along with the dark circles that showed he hadn't been sleeping well. Other than that, he gave me his same content smile I had remembered so well.
"Hey man," I said slowly, taking in the tired look on his face, "How are you doing? I already ordered some food, so you might want to get in line before the lunch rush gets too ridiculous."
"Not that hungry," Brian said curtly, glancing slightly from side to side, seeming unsure how to proceed, "Look...Let me get this out of the way quickly. I was an ass. I got drunk at your house and I said stupid things that I barely remember. All I can recall was Jenny getting super upset with me and my head hitting the pillow that night. I've been wanting to say it for a while now, but I'm sorry. Okay? Sorry that I acted like a drunken idiot. Can you forgive an old pal?"
I sat there for a moment stunned. Was that why I hadn't heard from Brian in all these months. Did he think that he was the one in the wrong? Sure, I was also drunk, but I clearly remember Brian simply having a lapse in emotion and Jen intimidating him into terror with her mountainous presence and her deep, intense voice. I always thought I was the one to blame for how poorly the night went. It was hard to imagine Brian going all this time, too scared to contact me, thinking that he was the one who caused the night to end so abruptly.
"Um," I stuttered, unsure if I should tell him the truth about what happened that night or just let it go. I decided that it was better to just let the entire thing slide, hoping it was never brought up again. I just wanted my friendship repaired. "It's totally fine man. We all say stupid stuff when we're drunk. Just so you know we're not mad at you or anything. We've just been...busy...that's all. So please, forget all about it."
Brian's face seemed to regain some its color after hearing that. The man had such a kind heart, I couldn't help but picture him bearing all of that guilt for so many weeks. The thought was a painful one; he deserved better than that.
"That's great to hear," Brian said happily, though his thumbs continued to thump nervously on the table, "Though, that's only part of the reason I asked you to lunch today. There was something else I wanted to talk to you about."
"Alright," I said seriously, staring at Brian with a bit of concern. His face showed no tell of what he could be suggesting. "Well, don't leave me hanging. What's going on, man?"
"It's Amy." Brian muttered uneasily. He stopped for a moment and inhaled loudly, slowly letting the air out of his nose as he pondered what to say next. "She's...um, been talking to Jen."
"What? " I asked curiously, stunned by the revelation. "Well, that'd definitely news to me. Jen never mentioned it. How long have they been talking?"
"I don't know for certain," Brian's fingers continued to fidget on the table, "But I'd assume they got in contact shortly after our double date." He glanced around nervously, not sure if he wanted to proceed with the conversation. I decided that I needed to press him a little on it.
"And..." I began, urging Brian to continue. When he didn't, I simply blurted, "What have they been talking about?"
"Well," Brian started. He was visibly uncomfortable, clearly trying to avoid needing to answer the question. But, I feared already knew the answer to what I was asking. "Amy is interested in working with Feminox... working on the drug trial... as a test subject."
"Are you serious?!" I exclaimed, a little too loudly for a public food joint. I glanced around a bit embarrassed, but upon noticing the other customers were too occupied with their food to pay any attention, I continued though in a more hushed tone. "You must have heard her wrong. Amy wouldn't want that, would she? I mean, she just doesn't seem like the type of girl that would willingly do that to herself..."
"Well, to be honest," Brian stammered with an audible swallow, "I think she's uh...already began the trials."
I simply paused and waited for him to continue. Picturing small, bubbly, ditzy Amy wanting to transform herself into a monster like Jen was a strange thought indeed.
"She hasn't admitted anything yet." Brian grated on, "She claims that she's not going to make any decisions until we've discussed it and arrived at a conclusion together as a couple. But a few weeks ago, I noticed that she came home with a little more bounce in her step and a fire in her eyes that I couldn't place a finger on. Apparently she's being meeting Jen at Feminox to talk more about the research before she makes her choice, but I have a feeling she's been going through with the testing. I've already noted her arms looking a little thicker and I swear she seems a bit taller than usual. And...well, her mood swings have been crazy."
I was left with a loss for words. I couldn't believe it was happening. If what he was saying was true, my best friend was about to go through the struggle of his life and I had no idea what I could say to him. I was currently extremely happy with my relationship, but it wasn't hard to remember all of the internal turmoil I suffered trying to reconcile the situation. It felt as though I went through hell and back, and now that the journey was finally over, I was watching someone I cared about heading towards the same thing. It was disastrous.
"And, well,..." Brian continued to my surprise, a slight smile forming on his lips "I...think I'm okay with it."
"What?!" I exclaimed. My mouth hung agape for a second before I blinked and began shaking my head, fully taking in his words. "You can't be serious. Brian, you don't know what you're getting yourself into."
"Well," he stated, gesturing to me, "I guess I don't know exactly what I'm getting into, but you do. That's kind of why I wanted to talk with you. I suppose if Amy is going to go through with this, I need to know what I should be prepared for."
"No, you don't understand," I muttered as plainly as I could, hoping he could sense the sincerity in my voice, "You can't even begin to imagine the strain something like this puts on your relationship. Tell me; why are you okay with Amy going through with this? Even though she clearly made this decision behind your back."
Brian paused for a moment, pondering on my question. It seemed that he didn't really know why he felt that way and needed a bit of time to sort out his thoughts. I waited patiently until he finally opened his mouth to answer.
"Honestly," Brian said, "It's the first thing she's shown any sort of passion towards since I met her. Amy is a girl of simple tastes and simple thoughts. She likes going shopping and partying with her friends. She'd rather spend the day reading Facebook updates than learning about current events. She's completely content waitressing in a sleazy college town bar and has no desire to further herself. As long as she has her phone, her friends, and enough money to buy clothes and shots, she's completely happy. I can't hope to explain why Amy is all of a sudden urged to join Jen's research; all I know is that it's the first thing she's given a damn about since we started dating."
"Sure," I said, nodding my head along with Brian's explanation, "That makes sense. But while it's great she's showing some excitement towards pursuing a goal, you do realize that this drug trial is going to change everything about her, don't you? I mean, you saw what Jen has become. You saw that she's clearly not the same woman that I married. You're telling me that even though you fully know the end game, you're still prepared to stick by her through this?"
"I think so," Brian pondered, his remark surprising me somewhat. "I mean, I definitely had a moment of panic. I imagined Amy transforming to look like Jenny and it scared me to death. But at the same time, Jenny is, to put it frankly, quite astounding when you get right down to it. Okay, so she's not the same cute girl that we knew in college, but the new her, from what I saw, has plenty of great qualities too. She's driven, passionate, strong, and determined."
"Yes," I responded, raising my index finger in the air, "But she's also intense. You saw firsthand the rage she seemed to have, always boiling beneath the surface. She's also completely dominant; I've lost almost all of my decision making power in the relationship and my days of taking control during sex are over. And let's not ignore the elephant in the room, Brian. She's humongous. She's a gigantic, muscular freak that could crush me in an instant if I ever annoyed her. She's more muscular than 90% of the men I've ever witnessed in my life and has taken on plenty of other masculine qualities that have taken me months upon months to come around to accepting."
"But you love her," Brian interjected, a serious tone in his voice as his mouth made a hard line across his face.
"Yes," I said without pause, "Yes, I love her but..."
"And I love Amy," Brian interrupted once again, "Yes, Jenny is not the same, but you still love her; something inside of you knows that even though the outer appearance has changed and something within her has been unleashed, this is still the Jenny you've always known; maybe just the Jenny she was always to scared to become. She now has the confidence to show her true self and the strength to do the things she's never had the courage to do. Deep down, I think you know that she's still your wife. You can't imagine how badly I want to see Amy achieve that. I love her, but I have no idea what she really wants out of life. I can't even begin to guess what her true passions are because she either doesn't care enough to admit them or is too scared to try and achieve them. How am I supposed to marry this girl if she's too content not embracing her true self?"
I let his words sink in as I sat. Perhaps he was right. I had always considered Jen to no longer be the woman I married; while I had come around to accept that fact, it was still firmly what I believed. But Brian definitely had a way of putting things in a different perspective. Maybe this was what Jen always truly desired, in some form or another. Maybe she just seems different because she actually has the courage to speak her mind and do what she's dreamed of doing. There was no way of knowing for sure. In the midst of my deep thought, a teenage, pimply faced worker brought my basket of food to the table, but I was too wrapped up in the conversation to begin eating. I took a breath, exhaling audibly and continued.
"I suppose that's worth considering." I said, poking at my sandwich absently as I readied myself to wander into more a more awkward territory of the conversation. "You know, you can still...break up with Amy. It's not that I'm not happy now, but it was something I had to work for, and the process wasn't pretty; as much as I hate to admit it, I had even considered divorce during my darker hours. If I had been in your shoes at that point, still unmarried, I may have just ended things. I don't want to say anything offensive; I just want you to know how serious your life will be affected in the weeks to come."
"I didn't know things had been that rough for you," Brian murmured, glancing down at the table. He seemed to think on it for a moment, but quickly returned to his previous assured demeanor. "I can't see myself going that far though. Keep in mind, I know the road Amy is headed down; I've seen Jenny and listened to her explain all the ways the drugs have changed her. I may not full know all of the details, but I feel like I'm ready for this. I think I can really be supportive."
"That's great, I suppose," I said with a bit of unease, "But you can also clearly see that my wife is no longer what you'd call conventionally beautiful. She's hard, rough, and by many accounts, more masculine than I am. Are you sure you want to see Amy turn into that? She's a very pretty woman with feminine curves; are you ready to watch that change?"
"I think I am," Brian admitted slowly, a bit of a shy smile forming on his face, "It was never Amy's body that had attracted me to her in the first place; remember we spent most of our early history together long-distance, just communicating through phone calls and texts. Her physical appearance was never what drew me to her. And, if I can be honest with you, I've kind of always dug girls with a bit more athleticism to them. I dated in a swimmer in high school, ya know. The whole slender bikini model never really interested me. I like a woman who will go on hikes with me and loves to play sports."
"This is a little more than just athleticism," I said coolly, "I'm not sure if you reached this conclusion by now, but Jen can lift heavier weights than I could hope to achieve in my lifetime. If you want someone who can keep up with you physically, that's not something you need to be concerned about. What you should be worried about is whether or not you'll be able to keep up!"
Brian laughed at that; a hearty, honest laugh. It was hard for me to grasp how lightly he was taking this conversation. While I still felt he couldn't possibly be prepared for the direction his life was about to go, the sincerity on his face and in his voice told me that he truly believed he could accept and support Amy. I sighed, relinquishing my cynicism. It was time I started showing my support as well.
"Well," I began, picking up my sandwich, "Tell me. What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything Jen and I have been through."
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Really liked what I read here, good for Amy for wanting to get muscular like Jen and good for Brian for being so accepting of it. At least at this juncture, we'll see if Amy gets as big and masculine as Jen and if she does we'll see if Brian's as accepting at that point. But I like that we're going to see that transformation twice over! k+!
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Thanks everyone for all of the comments and support! I'm glad so many are excited to see where this story goes! All of the comments definitely keep me motivated to write as much as I can, so I really appreciate them.
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I find my self skipping through most of the last 3/4 chapters. the story was so good when it focused more on the sex. don't get me wrong it's still a great story with an amazing premise. hopefully we'll get back to the muscles, strength, growth, and sex and less two guys talking at a cafe. just my opinion.
Thanks for your honesty, lizarking. My story was always meant to contain a slow development and focus not just on the sexy stuff, but also the characters and how their lives are changing. A lot of stories that I've read tend to go straight for the money shot within the first paragraph, and I'm trying to avoid that. I'm a firm believer that without a proper build up, the climax is ungratifying and dulls quickly. If it's all sex all the time, to me, it loses its meaning.
But I'll keep your comment in mind as I write future chapters. In every chapter, I always try to include some semblance of Jen's growth, their size lives, or a physical description of her to ensure that the reader always knows how she's progressing. But I do understand some of the chapters can be a little more dialogue heavy. I'll do my best to make things more interesting.
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Any interest in a colaboration?
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Very good story ! Want to read what happens to Amy (and the life change of Brian).
Wonderful. Please write more.
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Thanks everyone for the great responses! As busy as the summer is, I'm still happy to be able to find time to make additions to the story. The comments mean a lot!
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ya I hope you take my advice. the growth part of this story is what makes it so unique and exciting and that you got away from that to have people talking for whole chapters while we're missing lots of the growth process and sex that goes with it makes no sense to me. it's your story but that's my opinion. this had the potential to be the best fmg story ever.
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Hey, lizarking, I tried to respond to your PM but your inbox was full. Let me know when you make room and I'll try again.
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ya I hope you take my advice. the growth part of this story is what makes it so unique and exciting and that you got away from that to have people talking for whole chapters while we're missing lots of the growth process and sex that goes with it makes no sense to me. it's your story but that's my opinion. this had the potential to be the best fmg story ever.
How about giving the dude creative freedom to take the story where he wants?
I'm all for character development and depth. Those qualities are far and few between in this genre.
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ya I hope you take my advice. the growth part of this story is what makes it so unique and exciting and that you got away from that to have people talking for whole chapters while we're missing lots of the growth process and sex that goes with it makes no sense to me. it's your story but that's my opinion. this had the potential to be the best fmg story ever.
How about giving the dude creative freedom to take the story where he wants?
I'm all for character development and depth. Those qualities are far and few between in this genre.
just giving my opinion. he doesn't have to listen to anything I say.
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Hey,
Love the story. I''ve actually created a pdf version including images showing her growth similar to how I did the Jill Rhodes story a while back.
Would you be happy if I posted it? Completely up to you, if not ill keep it to myself.
I've kept most of the story there but removed some of the longer talking parts. I'm happy to send through to you first.
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Hey,
Love the story. I''ve actually created a pdf version including images showing her growth similar to how I did the Jill Rhodes story a while back.
Would you be happy if I posted it? Completely up to you, if not ill keep it to myself.
I've kept most of the story there but removed some of the longer talking parts. I'm happy to send through to you first.
post it!
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Hey,
Love the story. I''ve actually created a pdf version including images showing her growth similar to how I did the Jill Rhodes story a while back.
Would you be happy if I posted it? Completely up to you, if not ill keep it to myself.
I've kept most of the story there but removed some of the longer talking parts. I'm happy to send through to you first.
Wow, that sounds awesome. Please, by all means, feel free to post it :) And thanks for taking enough interest in the story to do that!
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Think Jennifer just grows during the summer.
And Amy will also grow huge and changes the life of Brian.
Bert - we will wait . pls go on ;)
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The story hasn't ended folks. Just be patient and bert will come through.
Right on Brand. We can't forget that we all have lives outside of this forum. Even the writers of our favorite stories. I know the next chapter will be epic.
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Hey everyone. First off, thank you for bumping the thread and keeping it alive; I'm still writing the story regardless, but it definitely helps to see readers ready for more!
Second, do not worry, the story has not "ended" and I'm still very much working on it. BUT the summer has been, for lack of a better word, completely insane. Which, I'm pretty sure I predicted anyways back in June. Summers are always exceptionally busy between weddings, cabin weekends, vacations, and just generally using every ounce of free time to enjoy the outdoors and sunshine before it disappears beneath the recesses of a brutal winter.
On top of that, I've been starting a new role at my job as well as moving into a new home. Both of those things are equally exciting and a fuck ton of work.
With all that being said, I have still been writing when I can. Often in short spurts before work or before bed. But the problem with that is I'm my own worst enemy and tend to be very critical of my writing when I know I only have a short amount of time to do it. So I tend to use that time to perfect already written paragraphs before I'm ready to move onto the next one.
All in all, I'm not trying to make excuses or make empty promises; I'm just trying to say (1) THANK YOU for continuing to show interest my kinky little story and (2) Sometimes real life doesn't give you a moment to breathe.
Thanks for being amazing and for understanding :) Cheers everyone and I hope to have a real update soon!
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Why not tether/hotspot your phone and connect to the internet that way? Most modern phones have the option.
The problem is getting my story from my flash drive to my phone. Can't very well email it to myself without Internet. My work computer doesn't allow any memory devices to be used on it for security purposes...
No I mean, you can use the internet access on your phone and connect to it that way.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tethering
Ah yes I see what you mean. I'll give that a shot tonight!
Also before you try to tether make sure your cell phone plan can cover that. Some phone companies tend to hit users who don't have a plan with a fine.
A good way around that is to check for tethering apps that handle the data without making it look like your using your phone as a modem.
Yep. AT&T rape you for tethering. I agree with the comments that say don't worry about the guys putting pressure on you , they can write their own damn stories
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Bert - Post when it's easy for you - all y'all can wait....
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Yeah sure we all can wait. I'm just trying to help bertsbro out for the meantime.
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November is almost here! Which means Bert will have internet soon. Which means the next level of the story will be posted soon! 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁
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Why not tether/hotspot your phone and connect to the internet that way? Most modern phones have the option.
The problem is getting my story from my flash drive to my phone. Can't very well email it to myself without Internet. My work computer doesn't allow any memory devices to be used on it for security purposes...
No I mean, you can use the internet access on your phone and connect to it that way.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tethering
Ah yes I see what you mean. I'll give that a shot tonight!
Also before you try to tether make sure your cell phone plan can cover that. Some phone companies tend to hit users who don't have a plan with a fine.
A good way around that is to check for tethering apps that handle the data without making it look like your using your phone as a modem.
Yep. AT&T rape you for tethering. I agree with the comments that say don't worry about the guys putting pressure on you , they can write their own damn stories
oh don't worry. in the time since he last posted I've written 10,000 words of my own story that's halfway done and I don't plan on releasing it till its done and I most likely won't post it here 😱
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Why not? Is it a female muscle/strength story or is it just general fiction? If it's the former, where would you post it, and if it's the latter, why even mention it here?
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Why not? Is it a female muscle/strength story or is it just general fiction? If it's the former, where would you post it, and if it's the latter, why even mention it here?
Agreed Jeremy. Seems like it has become a personal vendetta at this point. But that is just my observation.
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I'm back online! After what seemed like an eternity, plus a lot of angry phone calls to my internet company, I'm finally all set up! Thanks everyone for being patient with me; I know many of you are eager for your next dose of muscle narrative! I won't blabber on any longer. Here is the next chapter!
"When did you first notice the changes?" Brian asked, returning to the table with a basket of food. Now that we had gotten the urgent conversation out of the way, his hunger seemed to return. He took a seat and immediately dove into his sandwich, chewing as he awaited my exposition.
"I'll be honest," I said, taking a potato chip and quickly crunching it, "With how crazy our lives had been with the wedding, Jen getting a new job, and moving into that ridiculous house, I didn't even notice anything until we were unloading boxes from the truck. At that point, I think it had been a week or two since she started the trials. The only change I really noticed was her energy levels; we had been lifting boxes in the hot sun all day long and she barely looked phased, while I was puffing like a dying car."
"You didn't notice the libido increase?" Brian said with a mouth full of food. He swallowed and restated, "I mean, these last few weeks have been crazy; Amy has been jumping me at every moment. That was what initially made me suspicious about her 'innocent' meetings at Feminox."
"I just thought we were in the honey moon phase," I shrugged, "And with all the excitement of a new job and home, there was no way I could have connected the dots, especially considering I didn't even know this drug existed before Jen admitted it to me."
We continued to jabber at our table, Brian firing questions my way as I answered them as honestly as I could. Though he was my best friend, it was still shocking being able to be so open with someone about my life. For almost a year, it had been a dark secret that I kept buried, too concerned with the judgment and ridicule I'd face. But, it felt wonderful being able to get such a heavy burden off my shoulders. And though I didn't wish Brian to go through the same relationship struggles I had, I was glad that there was finally someone in a similar situation that I could relate to.
"When were things at their lowest for you?" Brian asked, a little reluctantly, likely not wanting to spark some Vietnam flashback. He avoided eye contact and simply stared into his food basket, prodding at some fries with an extended index finger.
"Probably around the time Jen surpassed me in height," I said, thinking back to a handful of months prior. "She had outgrown me in height and had humiliated me in the gym. Weight lifting and my general athleticism had always been a point of pride for me, and seeing it stripped away so easily by a woman I no longer recognized... it hit hard."
I paused for a second, waiting to see if Brian was going to interject. Instead, he remained silent and ate, either waiting for me to continue or unsure of what he should say. I decided to go on with my exposition.
"On top of that, that's when the changes were becoming the most jarring. Her muscles, at that point equal if not bigger than mine, were so ripped and bulky that I felt small next to her for the first time. Her voice had become surprisingly deep and her body hair was growing at a rate I couldn't fathom. Whenever I asked her to shave more, she'd scoff, as if amused that I'd dare give her an order. It was clear that I was the inferior one. Her mannerisms, her dominance, and her stark spike in masculinity all made me uncomfortable, upset, and a bit scared."
"But you got over it?" Brian said with a slight inflection, as if it was meant to be a statement but turned into a question as he became unsure how I'd respond.
I looked down at the table, smiling with a sheepish grin, "Yeah," I muttered with fond feelings fluttering in my stomach, "I guess I did. It took a while, but I think I'm happier than I could ever imagine. Jen's changes unlocked something within me; something I didn't realize was there. I like feeling protected, secure, and safe. I enjoy feeling small and weak in her large, brawny arms. I love how she takes control in bed and has made me discover things about myself sexually I didn't know existed. Even the features I thought would make me vomit at one point, I've come to appreciate; her deep voice, her solid pecs, and her wild body hair."
I felt my face flushing with redness. Though I knew Brian wasn't here to judge me, it was still embarrassing speaking so openly about our...odd... love life. I glanced around a bit, making sure no one else was listening in on their conversation; god, if they knew what we were talking about, they'd probably choke on their food. But, no one even looked in our direction and Brian broke into the conversation with glee.
"That's amazing!" He cheered with a smile, eyes wide with wonder, "I'm so happy that you and Jenny are in a great place now. That gives me hope that Amy and I can get through this and be even happier for it. For a while now, I've been unsatisfied with our love life."
"Really?" I asked, truly curious as to how he could be unsatisfied with his curvy, womanly girlfriend. "But Amy's gorgeous. She could be a model!"
"I don't know," Brian stammered, trying to create a fluid sentence from his jumbled thoughts. "Things just aren't fulfilling anymore. There's no passion. And as I said, I like stronger, more athletic women. And I think I'd love it if she were able to take charge more. I guess this was also something I didn't really know about myself. Not until I saw Jenny, anyways."
I blinked at Brian, trying to make sense of his words. Instead of speaking up, I simply allowed him to elaborate.
"When I saw your wife," Brian stuttered a bit nervously, "It was like a light flipped on in my head. I saw how huge and stunning she was and my head immediately went to...dirty places." I gave him a slight glare and he waved his hands nervously, trying to keep me from overreacting.
"Not about her specifically!" Brian exclaimed, aiming to back pedal his words. "I think, in general, I just had this feeling that I yearned to be with someone as strong, if not stronger, than myself. I wanted to know what it was like to be in bed with someone who could hold their own in a wrestling match and turn the tables on me. I guess I have some submissive tendencies I've been hiding deep down for a while. All this time I thought I was happy with Amy. From the outside it probably looks like we're the perfect couple and any guy would say I'm crazy for not being satisfied with her. But, in truth, I crave something more and ever since seeing Jenny, I've been wrapping my brain around how your sex life works and what a wild ride it must be."
"But," I said remembering back to the night of our double date, "You yelled at Jen. You seemed so angry that she offered Amy a chance to take the same drug."
"I was confused," Brian stated ashamedly, "And I was scared. Not to mention, drunk off my ass. So many emotions were flooding into me and when Jen actually spoke up about literally making my curiosities come true, I panicked. I don't remember the details of what I said, but I do know I felt bad about how the night ended."
"Well, it's all passed now," I shrugged, "Water under the bridge. I think you and Amy are in for quite the ride. I have to admit, I wouldn't wish my struggles on anyone, especially my best friend. But you seem so positive about it; I hope you get exactly what you're looking for, Brian."
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We went on for another few hours, discussing Jen and Amy, talking about our relationships, and debating what the future looked like for both of us. After a while, I realized that I needed to get dinner started for Jen and left the restaurant with a slight skip in my step.
It was such a simple thing; talking about your feelings with someone. But it seemed to be just what I needed. I was happy with Jen and our relationship, but I had also been feeling a bit lonely; it was great to reconnect with a friend and I was excited to finally have someone who could relate to my life.
Brian and I promised one another we'd stay in touch more frequently, and with the changes that were going to be flooding Amy soon, I intended on keeping that promise. I was burning to hear about his experiences and share some wisdom if he should ever hit a wall of panic or confusion. I also wanted to know the details for more personal reasons; I wanted to know how Amy would transform relative to Jen's transformation. Would it be faster? Slower? She has a different body shape than Jen used to have; would that affect her growth? What about her peppy, ditzy attitude versus Jen's shy, calculating persona; would the drug affect them both differently because of their difference in attitude? It was all so fascinating and I was excited to hear about the results.
As I walked through the door, the cool air of the AC washed over me, relieving the sweat that had gathered on my forehead from the brisk walk. Without wasting a second, I grabbed the frilly blue apron from the hanger, wrapped the strings around my back, and sighed happily.
Cooking for Jen had become a real passion of mine. I was never a fantastic cook, even if I did know my way around a grill. But you know what they; practice makes perfect, and I had been getting quite a lot of practice over the months. My skills with a skillet and my knowledge of spices and ingredients had improved at an astounding rate, and I found myself elated whenever it was time to cook another meal and flex my kitchen muscles. Of course, I also reveled knowing I'd get to watch my massive wife astoundingly gulp down every morsel.
Simply the thought that every ounce of protein I prepared for Jen was going to contribute to her titanic stature usually meant I was cooking with a hard-on. Jen, of course, had always shown her obsession with getting bigger, while I had gone from worried, to freaked out, to simply fascinated. Now, however, I seemed to be at the next step; I was beginning to share Jen's obsession with her growing body. The thought of her getting bigger, stronger, more muscular, and more freaky drove me up the wall, and knowing I could aid her in her quest with my extravagant meals gave me an immense feeling of satisfaction and lust.
I wanted... I needed her to be bigger.
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As the contents on the stove simmered and sizzled, I stepped outside with a slushy, strawberry daiquiri in hand. My light blue apron was still tied neatly around my waist as I relaxed poolside with a pink, fruity cocktail. I laughed a bit at how much of a house wife I had become; wearing an apron to cook and clean, sipping on delicious cocktails while I relaxed by the pool, working on my tan. And meanwhile, my dominant, muscular, macho Jennifer was off making the big bucks at her well paying job until she came home to a table full of food and consumed it all greedily before dragging me up to the bedroom to fuck me silly.
And the thought didn't bother me one bit. I was happy and I was proud of the role I could take in our marriage. The old me needed to be on top in a relationship. I had to show my strength and superiority in body, mind, occupation, and discipline. But now I could see just how childish I was being. A marriage is about helping one another to achieve betterment as a whole, and right now I was able to help Jen in the best ways I could. And it felt good. It felt amazing knowing Jen could come home to a clean house and a warm meal and that it was all thanks to me.
Soon, Jen was crashing through the doorway like a hungry bull. For all her magnificent dexterity, she still managed to make an alarmingly loud entrance; the door creaking beneath her strength as she burst through the entryway, dropping her hefty work bag with a thud, kicking off her shoes, and stomping over to the kitchen, the chandeliers shaking and flickering from her immense weight. Her strength and acute awareness could have allowed her to sneak in completely unnoticed had she wished it, but I had a feeling she enjoyed showing off how large and heavy she had become.
"Honey, I'm home." Jen called in her deep voice, sending my heart into a racing thrill. I jumped up and ran to the doorway, wanting with all my being to leap into Jen's strong, domineering embrace.
"My dear!" I exclaimed, taking a running start and jumping into Jen's muscled arms. She caught me easily of course and pulled me in tightly as my legs wrapped around her ripped midsection. I was suspended in their air like a feather as she pulled me in for a passionate kiss, her lips and tongue plunging into mine as a groan of satisfaction grumbled deep within her sternum. As we kissed, I felt the scratchiness of her evening stubble tickle my upper lip and chin. I broke from the embrace, about to mention her five o'clock shadow, but only managed to smile. Her rough face wasn't that much of a surprise any more, and to be honest, I didn't mind the tickling of it that much.
"Are you hungry?" I said instead, reading the hunger in her eyes; though I couldn't tell if what I was seeing was an appetite for food or for something a little more enticing.
"Starved as always," Jen said coolly, her thick adam's apple vibrating, "It smells good in here. And don't you just look precious." She gave a sly smirk as I realized I was still wearing my frilly cooking apron. There was a hint of embarrassment that quickly subsided as we both laughed lightly.
"Yeah, I guess I forgot to take it off after the food finished." Jen let me down to my feet easily and I began to untie the apron until Jen's gorilla hand grabbed my thin wrist, gently but firm, stopping my motion.
"Don't... looks good on you," Jen boomed with a devious smile, "I like coming home to a lovely housewife after a long day at the salt mines."
I blushed and smacked Jen's rock hard pecs playfully. "Fine... I'll leave it one just this once, but you better hurry to the table; I don't want your food getting cold!"
In seconds, Jen had her large, sweaty feet kicked up on the kitchen table as I served her generous portions of food, setting aside a modest plate for myself. I quickly finished my helping and began to give Jen a foot rub as she ravaged her meal, only pausing for a burp and the occasional satisfied grunt. I kneaded her rough soles, admiring the leg hair that poked out through her nylons, trailing all the way up her tree trunk legs.
After she was done eating, I continued to massage her feet, letting her relaxation settle in before I started asking questions I knew she wasn't going to like after a long day at work. But, the curiosities were burning in my mind.
"Jen," I said with some shyness in my voice, "Have you been meeting with Amy?"
"Yes." Jen said promptly, not even looking up from her reclined position. I paused for a second, a bit shocked by her quick answer, but continued to work her monster hooves with my hands.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked, feeling a little hurt, "I spoke with Brian today over lunch, and he says that you and Amy have been meeting at Feminox for a few weeks now. I'm surprised you didn't think to share that with me."
"Call it patient confidentiality," Jen boomed deeply, "Honestly, I can't just go spouting off what our company is doing and the subjects we're researching. Plus you obviously have a conflict of interest; I thought best to just leave you out of it."
"You didn't think that Brian wouldn't talk to me about it eventually?"
"No," Jen looked up at me and smiled, "I fully expected him to. But now I'm no longer breeching company policy by talking to you about it since you found out from another source."
"Oh," I said, silenced by the cleverness Jen demonstrated. "So... we can talk about it openly?"
"Well," Jen said coyly, "I can't bring up anything you don't already know. But I'm sure you can manage to ask the right questions." She put an emphasis at the end of her sentence and gave me a sexy wink.
"Okay... well Brian suspects she's been taking the serum, not just meeting you for consulting, or whatever the excuse was. He says she's more energetic, seems to stand a little taller, and her arms look a bit more toned up. I'm going to guess she has indeed been on the serum, given my previous knowledge of your trials."
"Very good, sweetie," Jen said it a bit of a demeaning tone. I paused for a minute at the statement until Jen gave me a commanding look that told me I dare not stop with the foot massage, so I quickly dug back into her sweaty, smelly man-feet.
"Why did she lie to Brian? She told him they would decide about Feminox together, and yet she went ahead and began taking the serum without his permission?"
"Why should she need his permission?" Jen asked with a coldness in her eyes. "It's her body and she can do what she wants with it."
"I didn't mean it like that," I back pedaled a bit, "I just meant that it's a decision that affects both of them and she was initially insistent that they'd be making the choice together. It almost sounds like...somebody...convinced her take the decision into her own hands."
Jen threw her beefy arms up into the air innocently, revealing the typical rings of sweat around her armpits. "I didn't make her do anything she wasn't ready to do. I just made her see the empowerment of taking one's life into one's own hands."
Understanding I wasn't going to gain any ground rehashing this conversation, I decided to try another question from a different angle. "Is Amy's progress going to be different from yours?"
"I can't tell you the answer to that." Jen smirked, but continued with a raised index finger, "I can only tell you that Amy will be taking the most recent version of the serum, where my experience has gone through multiple iterations. The new formula has straightened out many of the wrinkles."
"So she'll progress...faster?" I said with an upward inflection, hoping to weasel some sort of nod or wink out of Jen. But, the hard steel read on her strong face gave me nothing. I decided to again try from another angle. An angle that might rouse a bit more emotion.
"Will she ever surpass you?" Jen's reaction was slight, but I definitely noted it. Her nostrils flared slightly, her lip twitched downwards, and a fire in her eyes lit as I realized I was treading some dangerous territory. Her composure returned to its unreadable coolness and she gave a deep chuckle.
"Don't you worry sweetie, no one is ever going to be bigger or burlier than your titanic muscle-wife."
I couldn't tell if she was just saying that to throw me off, but she delivered it with such confidence, I was sure she was absolutely right. I found myself smiling with pride. I wanted exactly what she described. I wanted her to be the biggest around; so dominant and macho that no one on earth could deny her. I wanted that for Jen so badly and I wanted to be there by her side as she achieved it.
"I'm just hoping for the best for them," I said sheepishly, "I know how tough it is going through a lot of the changes that they'll be facing. Brian seems ready though; I think he's actually looking forward to it."
"Smart boy," Jen boomed with a ferocious grin, "He'll see that his life is about to get so much more fulfilling. Just like yours did, dear."
I beamed at the comment. Here I was, sitting in a frilly blue apron, massaging my gigantic wife's huge, sweaty feet after she consumed the protein packed meal I had prepared for her, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"I wonder about that sometimes," I pondered out loud, letting my fingers continue to work their magic. "I think about where I was a year ago; not just how different you were, but how different I was. It's hard to fathom how I went from that to this."
"Well, it's Darwinism at its finest, honey," Jen said deeply with a hint of condescension. "Humans are remarkable at adapting to the situations around them; becoming one with the changing world, lest they be left behind."
"Are you saying I changed unwillingly? Just to survive?"
"Well, it's not that simple," Jen continued, a smile creeping along her handsome face. "The decision starts subconsciously, yes, but it grows from there. It starts with introducing competition into the environment; me. Just my presence as a threat caused you to waver in confidence and lose your foothold as Man of the House. As it is in nature, the old alpha tries to put up a fight; you whined, you complained, and you tried to preserve your alpha status. But once you saw you were clearly beat, you had two choices in front of you; adapt or leave. And I know you considered leaving for a while."
"Not a while!" I piped in defensively, "For like... a week. And I was desperate. I felt like you weren't the same woman anymore and that I wasn't happy with you."
"That's what you told yourself to justify your leaving," Jen shot back with an assured grin, "But in reality, you were taking the cowards way out because you knew you no longer had any control. The ecosystem had changed; a new alpha had risen, and you couldn't fathom giving up your power."
"But I-" I began before Jen cut me off swiftly, her deep, demanding voice easily overtaking my own sheepish tone.
"But you chose wisely, my husband. You knew that out there, back in the real world, things would be scary. Whereas you knew that with me you'd always be safe and protected. You could face the unknown out there, or you could give up your superiority willingly and live comfortably. Submitting and taking on an inferior role was the right choice and since then, it's proven to be a great fit for you. You're happier than you've ever been, are you not?"
I paused for a second, dealing with my creeping sour mood from Jen's blunt analysis, but couldn't help feeling she was absolutely right. "You know that I am. You know that I've never been happier."
"And so, our dynamic works. Our lives are better now because we've accepted each other's new roles. We've seen both sides of the power spectrum and know in our hearts that this is how it was meant to be. With me on top and you at my feet."
"Yes... I love you on top." The words just came out, and we both paused for a minute, letting the sexual implications sink in. We both began to laugh light heartedly, my erection becoming obvious through my apron. This whole conversation had been getting me aroused; simply hearing about how much more dominant Jen was got me into a tizzy.
She slid her leg off of my lap, letting her foot hit the ground with a heavy thud. She then got up, her large frame towering over me as she continued to mock me.
"You know that your alpha will always protect you," she teased in her deep baritone voice, "You know that I'll ensure you never need to work again. You don't need to deal with the stress of the outside world or the pains of pleasing your coworkers. You don't need to try so damn hard to be liked, or to get a promotion. There's no need to fret over money, or being able to afford niceties. No need to spend day after day, hunched over at a desk."
Jen walked over to me smoothly and reached a large hand down to brush my erection through my apron. I quivered as her huge fingers traced the outline of my hard cock head.
"You never need to worry about taking control in bed or looking like a sex-god; trying ever so hard to rock my world during love-making. We both know that I'm the one rocking your world and that the only god in the bedroom is me. And isn't it so much better that way? I don't need you to last for hours or blow my mind. I just need you to cum when I say cum, and lick when I say lick. It's so much easier, isn't it?"
I knew she was trying to get to me; attempting to make me feel inferior just because she knew I couldn't stand up for myself. But I couldn't help but respond to her teasing with only nods and an ever-stiffening member.
With a swift motion, Jen hoisted me up to my feet and locked lips with mine, embracing me tightly into an inescapable bear hug, engulfing me between her wide shoulders, meaty biceps, and concrete slab pecs. As we kissed, Jen reached one massive arm down and tore away my clothes in a mighty grasp and pull of her hand. Soon I was completely naked, rock hard and clinging to my steel wife.
I began to paw at her clothing, trying desperately to remove it, but it was too tight. Her dress shirt and skirt clung to her muscular frame like they were shrink wrapped over her. With all my strength, I couldn't manage to undo any of her clothes.
"Let me help with that," Jen smirked as she shoved me back. With a hefty grunt, she flexed into a most muscular pose, tearing her shirt down the seams, exposing her boulder delts that had been dying to escape their confines. She reached her hands up, gripped the collar of her shirt, and tugged at her shirt until it ripped audibly, falling to the ground in tatters. Her bare chest gleamed from the overhead kitchen light; Jen wore no bras anymore. Bras were for supporting breasts and those were no longer something she possessed. She hadn't in quite a while.
Her other hand reached down and gripped her leggings. With another twist, she tore them straight off her legs, revealing her bulging, beefy quads, beautifully wide and speckled with stubble. Her wild bush was on display, hair running in every direction from her pelvis while her long, throbbing clit quivered, beckoning me to it.
"So, are you ready for your world to be rocked, little man?"
Before I could even nod, Jen's vice grip shot down towards my ankles, wrapped around them, and yanked with a sudden fury that sent a jolt through my spine. In a flash, my entire world was flipped as Jen dangled me upside down, suspending me from my ankles.
"Whoa, Jenn!" I cried, shocked from the sudden shift in perspective. Tilting my chin down, I looked up at Jen's giantess frame and her devious face smiling back at me. I could feel the straining in my neck and soon gravity overpowered me and my head hung back down towards the ground. Down at the ground was a prime view of Jen's tree trunk thighs, prickly with sprouting hair, and her wide, long feet.
With what seemed like little effort, Jen did a front delt raise, lifting my ankles above her head until my bouncing cock was level with her face and my own head was nuzzled against her sweaty, tangled bush, her thick, wet clit brushing against my lips. I smiled hungrily and opened wide, taking her juicy clit into my mouth.
Her clit had definitely been growing; once a sizeable nub, it now protruded handily from her slit, even emerging easily from her dense pubic hair. I was surprised it was big enough that I could actually put my lips around it and suck, working it with my tongue, nibbling on it slightly. Jen's taste was a mix of sweet and sour; her aromatic pussy juices combined with her pungent "Just got back from the gym," odor. It was intoxicating.
A deep grumble of satisfaction blared through Jen's mighty chest as she then took my dangling dong into her mouth and began to pump and suck. Tingles rushed over my body like a chill, sending goosebumps up and down my exposed arms and legs. Jen's gaping maw, the same gullet that had just greedily gulped down enough food to feed a potluck, was now gobbling down my cock like it was her next meal. My eyes rolled back as I continued to lap and suckle at Jen's engorged clit.
As Jen slurped at my schlong, I was suddenly on the brink; it had only been seconds, but the erotica of the ludicrous situation was driving me up the wall. My muscle wife was holding me so effortlessly upside down by my ankles while we 69'd each other! I could hardly believe it, even given our more recent sexual adventures. With a whimpering sigh, I released and was suddenly spurting into Jen's mouth as she sucked down every last drop like it was a protein shake. I tensed my toes and the rush of the orgasm combined with being held upside down was getting me drowsy and loopy. I let out an audible exhale and hung let my body go slack, Jen's clit slipping out of my mouth.
"Oh no you don't," Jen boomed, reaching one hand down to press me firmly into her wet, pubes. "Just because my little man came in a hurry doesn't mean he gets off that easily. You still have a job to do."
As her hulk hand pressed the back of my head into her sweaty, dripping crotch, I realized she was still easily holding me in a front delt raise with one hand!
"Of course dear," I muffled from Jen's bush. I happily took Jen's throbbing clit back into my mouth and serviced her with a fury.
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Great continuation, once again good to see the situation progress to show that the relationship has cemented and he has not only fully accepted it, but the thought of being in the "female" role in the relationship is not only preferable to him, but is a turn on to him. The dominance that she continues to gain and show in his face would intimidate most men, but he has grown to enjoy it, which of course turns her on as well. I hope Brian shows to be as adaptable to the situation of having a superior, manly wife with Amy as the main character has done with Jen. k+!
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This last pot was amazing and well worth the wait! Fantastic job Bert! Can't wait for you to post the next update! K++++++++
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Awesome story! I discovered it a few days ago and read all the chapters in one sitting. Cant wait for more. I created a profile now just to comment on how good it is and that I am looking forward to the next part.
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Again a great chapter.
The four should meet again and discuss/compare the changes.
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In honor of No Shave Movember, let her grow out all her hair already!
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Thank you so much everyone for the comments! Always love to read them :) And to the new readers that made accounts just to comment; you are awesome! And also, welcome to the site. I will be posting another (smaller) chapter soon. It's smaller for a good reason though, you'll see :D
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In honor of No Shave Movember, let her grow out all her hair already!
But please let her grow her muscles.
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Here is a bit of a shorter chapter; it's more of an introduction to another perspective (as many of you have already predicted). Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Summer, 2009 - Brian and Amy
"C'mon babe," I yelled intensely, "You can do more!" My voice echoed through the gym and a few heads turned my way. Though the weight room was a sacred place of screaming, grunting, and motivational banter, I had been belting orders with enough volume to garner my share of negative attention. But, I couldn't worry about that now.
"Brian," Amy whined from underneath the weight, "You don't have to yell. I know I can do more!" Amy dropped the barbell down until it touched her chest, then shot it up with a jerk, finishing another rep. With a sigh she racked the iron and sat up from the bench.
"Amy," I scolded, raising my arms in the air in confusion, "What are you doing? You had at least another three reps in you." Disappointment started to seep in and I let out a flustered breath to collect my myself.
"That's not why I stopped, okay?" Amy said, standing up and walking away from the weight towards the drinking fountain. Even though her legs had only grown a little bit, her 5'10 frame moved much more fluidly and I needed to kick my ass into a speed walk to keep up with her. Though that didn't stop me from admiring her thickening thighs and glutes wrapped snuggly in her yoga pants as she strutted confidently over towards the locker rooms.
The gym was bustling today as the rush hour crowd entered the establishment in their nice business clothes, duffel bags in tow. The sound of clattering plates, banging barbells, and cries of exertion filled the air. Though I'm sure working out in a less packed gym would be nice, something about this place was home to me. Seeing the different types of people all with their own goals and motivations, being a part of a place that welcomed those of all sizes to lift heavy and support one another; this gym was all I needed. It was raw and unfiltered. And maybe that's exactly what Amy needed to really start taking her training seriously.
As Amy stood by the water fountain, hunched over slightly as she filled her sports bottle, it was hard not to notice a few other gym goers giving her stares. Amy getting attention from guys wasn't unusual; she was a beautiful, blonde woman with a petite frame and full, bouncy breasts. But lately, the stares seemed less lustful and more curious. Amy had been on the serum for a total of four weeks, and in that time she had grown an inch and half and gained roughly thirty pounds. Boasting an impressive 150 lbs on her 5'10 frame, she had gathered a noticeable width in her shoulders and a bulk to her hamstrings and back. Her biceps too were more cut and were beginning to get a round shape to them. The guys who gawked at her probably weren't thinking about how hot she was; they were likely wondering if she was even the same girl they saw just a few weeks ago.
"Amy," I piped in, "Let's go, you've had over 120 seconds of rest. Time to tackle that next set." I motioned my head towards the bench, urging her to shorten her water break.
"Sure thing, coach," Amy scoffed sarcastically, huffing with frustration as she stormed back towards the bench. Though I was still about an inch taller than Amy, her legs were gaining length and power, giving her a breakneck pace that was difficult to keep up with. I jogged lightly beside her long, swift strides as I flipped open my notebook hastily.
"Now your last set was at 135 for 6 reps," I recited from her workout logbook, scribbling notes with a pencil as I trailed behind, "But those last reps were sloppy and you definitely had more in you. I say we bump the weight up to 145 and go for 7 reps."
"Ugh, fine," Amy said curtly, and even from behind her I could see her eyes rolling.
"No excuses this time," I urged as she took a seat at the bench while I loaded on the extra weight, "Remember, down towards the chest slowly and smoothly, then explode with force; really feel the burn in your pecs and shoulders. That means you're using them."
Amy didn't respond. Instead she simply laid down and lifted the bar. It jolted upwards easily enough; like we hadn't even added on any weight. Then down it went, and back up, and down again. Four, five, six reps done. With a light huff, Amy brought the weight down one more time and easily finished a seventh rep, reracking the barbell once it had reached its height.
"Whoa," I waved my hands from the spotting position as she slammed the bar back into place, "Why did you stop? You finished that seventh so easily, you could have easily done more!"
"You said I only had to do seven..."
"That's not how you do things in the gym, honey," I grumbled, squinting and rubbing my temples in frustration. "When I say seven, you go for eight. When you feel the burn, that's when the reps start counting. When you can't even lift your arms to do another rep, that's when you do one more!"
"Brian," Amy said, sitting up with a fury and shooting me an annoyed stare, "Why the hell are you being such a gym nazi?!" Her typically soft, sweet voice cracked a bit in her anger, giving it a rougher edge.
Gym nazi? Really? Sure, I had been pushing her but...
"For the last two weeks, you've been, like, a real asshole, you know that? Every single day, you drag me to this smelly gym and yell at me until I lift your stupid weights. Every damn day, you're behind me, telling me to go harder, faster, heavier. Every morning you shove a forkful of egg whites down my throat and make me drink those gross protein shakes. You stuff me and stuff me with food, even after I tell you I'm way past full. I know I'm hungrier these days, but dammit, I'm not some bottomless pit! Why the hell are you being such a dork?"
"I..." I began, but stopped, losing the words in my throat. "Wait, did you just call me a dork?" I laughed a bit and Amy couldn't help but crack a small smile, despite her serious tone.
"Well," Amy said, "Yeah, yeah you are being a huge dork."
"Look," I said, gathering my thoughts, "I'm sorry I've been weird about all of this. I know you've only been on the serum for four weeks, and only two of those weeks I've known about it, but I look at you and I just see so much potential. I've always felt at home in the gym or on a sports team; I love having goals and working hard to beat them. That's the athlete in me that I can never silence. It just makes me excited is all, helping you reach your goals."
"I guess I can see that," Amy pondered, "Just remember that I'm the one taking the serum, not you. So, if I feel like stopping at the gym or don't want another bite of chicken breast, that's, like, my choice, okay?"
"Understood," I smiled, raising my hands in surrender, "I guess, if you feel we're done for the day, we can go home."
"Okay!" Amy cheered with yet another crack in her voice, her bubbly personality making an appearance for the first time since we arrived at the gym. She bounded off on her strong legs towards the locker room to change, her blond pony tail bouncing atop her head.
"This is going to be tougher than I thought," I murmured to myself. How was I going to convince her to keep pushing herself; to keep growing. Ever since seeing Jennifer that night, I couldn't get that image out of my head. She was a sight unlike anything I had ever seen before. Towering, beefy, massive, macho, demanding, confident, virile, stunning; there weren't enough words I could use to describe her and even picturing her in my mind was causing my heart to race like a gerbil.
Amy could reach that. Amy was now taking the serum, she was lifting weights, and she was eating more protein in a week than she probably had in years. She was on her way. But, dammit, she just didn't want to take it seriously.
How could I ever break it to her that I wanted her to look like Jennifer? Huge, shredded, and masculine; barely a shadow of her former, beautiful self. Amy was a woman of vanity; she loved being with her friends, going shopping, and hitting up the clubs. She wanted to look as cute as button or smoking like a runway model; she didn't want the appearance of a bodybuilder. I had a feeling she only signed on to start taking the serum because she believed she'd grow taller and more fit, and end up looking like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover girl. And Amy had never seen the old Jennifer. She never witnessed just how drastic the transformation was; she probably thought Jen had always looked something like she did now. Amy likely didn't even know what she got herself into by taking this serum.
How was I suppose to tell her that I didn't just want her to grow like Jen, but that I wanted her to surpass Jen?! I wanted Amy to make Jen look like she had an eating disorder. It was so weird finally admitting it to myself, but now there was no denying it; I needed Amy to grow and I wanted to relish in all of her changes. Somehow... someway, I needed her to see things the way I do and convince to take this once in a lifetime opportunity seriously.
But, Amy didn't function like Jen did. Amy's brain was scattered; she was hardly motivated and she valued her beauty above all else. Jennifer had always been calculating and smart; she never cared too much about her appearance, so it's no surprise she'd sacrifice it to advance her career and achieve the bigger picture. Jen also was a scientist, so she understood proper nutrition and knew exactly what her body needed to grow and function optimally. I'd be surprised if Amy had any knowledge of basic health outside of fad diets and zumba classes.
"Hey, ready to go, coach?" Amy giggled, easily hefting her gym bag over her shoulder, causing her bicep and shoulder to flare out a bit with muscle. It wouldn't be long until she really started outsize me, and that day couldn't come soon enough.
She had her peppy bounce in her step once again; a simple apology went a long way with her.
I sighed and closed my eyes for a moment, trying to collect my cool before we set off. "Yeah, I guess I'm ready to go. Let's head home, babe."
"Yay!" Amy clapped and smiled until a slow frown started appearing on her pouty lips. "Wait... you're not, like, going to make me drink one of those gross protein shakes when we get home, are you?"
"No," I said, defeated, "You don't have to drink the gross shakes." Amy beamed once again as we began our walk to the car. I was going to need to find another way to get this woman her protein. She's a growing girl; even if she doesn't want to admit it.
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Hmmm, interesting, I guess Amy and Jen have completely different personalities, and as such they wouldn't be able to build muscle quite the same way, at least not yet, Amy's going to take some convincing to become a butch babe like Jen has, hopefully Brian finds a way to do it. But I do sort of like Amy's perky personality, so I hope he finds a way of doing it without changing her personality too much. Anyway, good, interesting read. k+!
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Hmmm, interesting, I guess Amy and Jen have completely different personalities, and as such they wouldn't be able to build muscle quite the same way, at least not yet, Amy's going to take some convincing to become a butch babe like Jen has, hopefully Brian finds a way to do it. But I do sort of like Amy's perky personality, so I hope he finds a way of doing it without changing her personality too much. Anyway, good, interesting read. k+!
Yes, I hope Amy remains cheerful and actually nice.
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I was going to need to find another way to get this woman her protein. She's a growing girl; even if she doesn't want to admit it.
There are some other was :-)
But Amy should not be bigger than Jennifer. She´s the best and she will also grow. Perhaps she changes also toi the new formula wihich gives her another burst.
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I love this! The switch from the male fearing the transformation to doing anything he can to make it happen faster. Great chapter! Btw, sorry it took long to post this, computer crashed 😞
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Hi everyone! Enjoy! It's been busy with the holidays, but I'm glad to find time to write when I'm able. Thanks as always for reading! Let me know what you think in the comments! The discussion is always appreciated!
End of Summer, 2009
With how much Jen had been working since we had our wedding, it felt as though this whole year went by in a blink. Well, the days in general went by fast for me, since I my day was spent at home. I slept in every day until the afternoon, snoozing blissfully in the middle of our ridiculously sized bed. By the time I rose, got a meal in me, took a shower, got ready for the day, did some cleaning around the house, laid by the pool, and prepared Jennifer's big dinner, my wife was already getting home from a long day at work. After spending a few hours with Jen, soon we were off to bed again and I'd start the whole process over.
But finally we'd get a break from the day to day routine. This week marked not only our one year marriage anniversary, but also the one year mark of Jen starting her serum injections at work (and honestly, it felt like she was more excited to celebrate that than our actual anniversary). To thank her, and help us commemorate the occasion, Feminox was sending us on a vacation! They said to think of it as a belated honeymoon, since we hadn't had the time to go on one yet. The company had been keeping Jennifer insanely busy since before we were even married. So we were off, flying to the Caribbean in the Feminox private jet, ready for a week on the beach.
I really couldn’t wait for a long week with my wife. Ever since our wedding, I felt like I really haven’t gotten to spend more than a single day with her, since there was rarely a day she didn’t go into the lab. And now I was missing her more than ever. She was all I could think about; it felt like my Jen was the only thing I yearned for every day and I couldn’t wait to see her massive body walk through our front door each evening.
And it wasn’t just the companionship I missed; everything about her was on my mind constantly. These days she was pushing 6’7 and 260 lbs, and the limits of her growth intrigued me like never before. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and each time I saw her, I swear she looked a little bigger, a little fuller, and even more confident in her titanic frame.
She was a true giant, her heavily muscled body protruding in every direction, making male bodybuilders appear, well, average. Those large, round, corded delts of hers just popped out, leading down to her big, spherical biceps, and strong veiny forearms, speckled in dark hair. Her big, manly hands used to freak me out, but now I got aroused just imagining their warm, tight gorilla grip wrapped around my erection. Her torso was packed with beef; thick lats stuck out like wings, visible even from the front, and her strong chest and abs stood tall and valiantly. Her glutes, hams, and quads were striated and separated, making her hips and legs wide and powerful, and her calves grew bulky and sharp. It became exciting seeing just how she’d grow over the weeks and I looked forward to the nights where we’d weigh her and measure her height. She was truly a magnificent sight; a sexy hulked out beast.
And Jennifer's other attributes had gone from being worrisome to objects of my obsession. If we missed a day or two of shaving her legs or armpits, I didn’t make a fuss. In fact, I barely had a desire to shave her anymore. Even on the mornings I woke up early to shower with her, I found I my time was better spent being intimate with Jen and getting to spend time with her hulking muscles before she left for work. As her shaving schedule was neglected, it wasn't long before her hair began to flourish...and I loved it. As we snuggled, I’d find myself admiring her dense forest, letting my fingers graze along her thickening leg hair and the treasure trail that crawled up her bulky abs.
Every feature on my massive wife was a testament to masculinity. Her swelling muscles, towering frame, propagating body hair, squared jawline, and deep voice all made me look and feel soft and delicate in comparison; a sensation I had really come to cherish in our relationship. She knew she was the alpha, I knew she was the alpha, and our marriage just seemed better under this dynamic. Everything was fitting perfectly into place, as if it were always meant to be this way.
Soon the Feminox jet was landing after the long flight. I'm usually not a fan of flying, but the company plane was something else entirely. It was very sizeable with spacious head room and seating, though of course Jennifer still made everything about the jet feel too small. Either way, we had the entire cabin to ourselves; not a single other passenger was on the plane and staff was only summoned at our request. So needless to say, with several hours of flying, we took advantage of the solitude and joined the Mile High Club... several times over!
Arriving at the hotel, I imagine we looked absolutely silly as a couple. With my head barely reaching the tip of my wife’s shoulder boulders and her massive, hulking frame completely dwarfing mine, we were certainly on the receiving end of some stares. I chuckled to myself quietly as I watched mouths hang open at the sight of Jen, people whispering and some even pointing as we walked to the front desk.
I couldn't blame them either. Even as she got our room keys at the concierge desk, my gaze was fixed upon her, impressed by the bulging muscles that managed to present themselves even through her layers of clothes. I began undressing her in my mind, imagining Jen’s strapping figure that waited to be unleashed.
"That's right, we have the Feminox suite," Jen said coolly to the woman behind the counter.
"Er, um, yes," the woman said meekly as she frantically typed at the keyboard. Occasionally she'd glance back up at Jen, then immediately avert her eyes, as if too intimidated to retain direct contact for too long. "Will you, uh, need anything else?"
"No, that'll be all," Jen said curtly, grabbing the key cards.
She thanked the attendant in her deep, voice, and started walking towards the elevator; I snapped out of my daze and hustled after her, finding it increasingly tiring to try and keep up with her long, heavy steps. I looked back, noticing the hotel staff immediately huddling together, pointing and guffawing in our direction.
"Honey, I think they're making fun of us," I said, lingering behind to try and discern what they were saying.
"Nevermind them," Jen ordered with a gruff, irritated tone, telling me that I better keep up. I decided to leave my worries and chased after my burly wife.
We arrived at our suite and, upon opening the door, found an exceedingly large room awaiting us. The bed, counters, and appliances were all much bigger than anything in even the fanciest master suite, though definitely not as big as the things we had back at home. Sitting on one of the tall counter tops was a folded card, housing some fancy calligraphy.
“We made some special accommodations for your room. The fridge is fully stocked, of course, but we highly recommend the steak house in the hotel lobby; we are paying after all! Enjoy!”
It was signed by Feminox; they certainly knew how to treat their employees. We set our suitcases down and Jen stomped over to the window, pulling back the shades to reveal a gorgeous beachside view. The sun beamed down on the aqua waves and white sand, but as picture perfect as it was, I was too busy staring at my tremendous wife to really take notice. I wanted to be close to her; to have her hold me in those big arms and let me wrap my legs around her striated torso while she coos in her deep, booming voice.
“Well,” I muttered, trying to be unsuspecting, “I’m sure you need to get out of those clothes. I bet you’ve been sweating up a storm.” I kicked at the ground with my hands in my pockets, trying to play it cool, hoping she’d take the bait.
My immense Jen lifted her burly arm, revealing a whopping, wet circle staining her shirt. Even from across the room, her odor got stronger once she exposed those sweaty pits. I suddenly had this strange urge to latch myself to her huge body and take a big whiff of her putrid underarms, grinding my nose deep into the damp, musty crevice. As I caught myself thinking about it, I realized how unexpected and weird it was, so I snapped myself out of my daze, staving off the impulse.
“Yeah, they’re pretty ripe,” she answered confidently in her masculine voice, “But I’ll deal with that later. Right now I’m famished for some steak; let’s hit that restaurant!” As I scurried out of the room, trying to keep pace with Jen once again, I was a little disappointed things didn’t take an intimate turn. I did, however, have a little bit of excitement building up inside at the prospect of watching her eat.
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As my wife hungrily consumed her fourth steak, the entire restaurant was turned over toward us, gaping wide-eyed with their mouths hanging open. Jennifer grunted, snorted, and burped her way through plate after plate of food, looking like a bulky giant hunched over the tiny table, which was miniature compared to the one we had become accustomed to in our house. As she shoveled food into her face, she shifted her heavy weight on the creaky, fragile chair, which was about to buckle under her immense thighs. She consumed bite after bite in front of her while the entire room of strangers, who were now turning to each other and whispering fervently, continued to gape at the display.
Seeing her completely dwarf everything and everyone around her was absolutely astonishing and I found myself growing a bit aroused as my massive wife flagrantly boasted her rude behavior in her hunger. I grew so fond of seeing my wife just be herself and act naturally, and though it had been forever since we had been out in public, it was relieving to see she didn’t feel the need to hide her magnificence for anyone.
But I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed myself. Though seeing Jen retain her self-assured, rugged nature in front of all those people was an erotic sight for me, I was getting irritating flashbacks of our dinner with Brian and Amy. I started to wonder if all the people whispering and gossiping were talking about me; wondering why someone like me was with a titanic muscle mountain like Jen. I felt my face begin to flush with the sudden realization that everyone wasn't just staring at Jen... they were staring at us. They were all looking at me and probably making wild speculations about our relationship and about my man-status within our household. It felt so invasive and I hated it.
Suddenly, I just wanted to get back to the room. I missed the solitude that Jen and I shared. While this past year I had been craving being out in public more, now that I was cast into the spotlight, I wanted none of it. I immediately wanted to be back home in the safety of our large house; just me and Jen, alone and in love.
"Babe," I nudged Jen, "Are you almost done eating?" I prodded her huge shoulder with my little finger, the force of my poke doing nothing to rouse her. She glanced up at me for a second with a coldness only she could muster whenever I disturbed her eating trance.
"I'm hungry," she muttered deeply after a quick swallow, "I want another plate." She went back to stuffing her face and the audience around us only seemed to stare even more intently. I shrunk down into my seat, my face growing hot with anxiety. Jen continued to ignore the scene around her, simply grunting and shoveling more food into her insatiable gullet.
"It's just that," I said sheepishly, "I don't like all these people staring. What is there problem? It's like we're zoo animals to them."
With that, Jen dropped her fork and brought the linens to her lips, finally observing the crowd around us. A twisted smile formed on her lips.
"There's only one animal here, babe," Jen barked loud enough for everyone to hear. The gossiping and murmuring immediately ceased. "And it looks like they want a show!"
Jen stood up from the tiny chair, slowly raising herself into her towering upright position. Proudly, she looked over the whole restaurant, glaring over the families, couples, and parties all fixed upon her. And without hesitation, she brought her biceps up into a flex, the seams of her sweat soaked dress shirt tearing with a piercing rip. The sleeves of her shirt tore completely apart from the strain of her massive guns and delts, separating from the torso of the shirt and revealing her armpits. She crossed her forearms and yanked both sleeves free, turning her blouse into a makeshift tank top.
As she flexed again, the crowd's whispering grew even more intensely as Jen's hairy armpits became fully exposed. Wild tufts of unkempt jungle were now freed from the confines of her smelly shirt and she wanted everyone to know it.
"That's right," Jen boomed with a fury that caused a few glasses and plates to clatter onto the ground, "I'm bigger than you. I'm stronger than you. And I am the future of womankind!" I could almost hear everyone's jaws unhinge. My embarrassment was suddenly too much to handle and I rose from the table and grabbed Jen's massive arm.
"Honey, please," I begged, my face beat red, "Can we go?" But as I stood there in front of the crowd, the demeanor of the restaurant. The crowd that was shocked and astonished mere seconds ago, was suddenly giggling and snickering. People all around were laughing while a few parents knelt down to shield their children's eyes. I looked around, trying to survey what was wrong until I realized exactly what they were chuckling at. My pants were completely stiff with an erection.
This was it. I wanted to die. My face throbbed as the shame crept up my face. I now stood with a stiffy in the middle of a nice steak restaurant; a stiffy I received from watching my manly, hairy muscle wife show an entire restaurant of people how big and dominant she was. My embarrassment was on exacerbated when Jen laughed in her throat with a mighty thrum and swept my entire body into her massive arms.
"Don't worry, dear," she said loud enough for the entire establishment to hear clearly, "I'll help you take care of that little problem." Gasps and more laughter erupted from the audience as Jen's giant body stomped out of the restaurant, carrying me like a new bride. I buried my face into Jen's masculine chest and wished my memory would be erased of the entire evening.
Jen insisted on carrying me the entire way back to the room, despite me insisting that she let me down. As people stared during Jen's confident, husband toting strut down the hallway, I tried my best to play it cool . But there was no masking the utter emotions on my face.
"It's our anniversary dear," Jen said, a smile forming on her handsome face, "It's time for us to have some alone time." Even with the pure devastation I felt from the scene we made at the restaurant, I couldn't deny the intense arousal coursing through my body. As Jen shifted me over to one arm and slid the keycard into the door with the other, I relaxed a bit and allowed myself sink into her muscle, hulking body. I'd get over my anger and embarrassment quickly. I was in for one wild night of muscle sex with my burly wife.
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I loved reading this story, first of all, I guess I really have this fetish for food eating, for women being able to pack away tons and tons of food, like more than a full family can eat in one sitting, so it was awesome seeing Jen eat 4 big steak plates and want more! Then of course, I loved Jen's confidence in her body, it's almost like M7's story, the Blind Date, Sheila was very, very confident about herself in public, she didn't care what other people thought of her, just that they looked at her, and she gave them a show, much like Jen did here, much to her hubby's discomfort, it seems as much as he loved her changes in private, in public he was seemingly embarrassed by the attention that she had gotten. He didn't like all those eyes pointed in their direction, but Jen didn't mind it at all, she was confident in her body and in her superiority over the men and women there, to the point that she carried him back to the hotel, his weight meaningless to her. Just an overall great read, I loved it. k+!
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Another great installment BMB. You deserve repeated karma! I think I would feel the same way eating with Jennifer in public. Self conscious from all the gawking, but at the same time completely lusting over her massive physique. I can't wait to read the next part!
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Great to see a comment from Dixon145!!!! He once had one of the best inspirations ever for a muscle growth story - the small meek girlfriend whose boyfriend wanted a muscular girl and she agreed to let him give her gear to become what he wanted - until she decided she wanted to use more than he was allowing <evil grin>
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Aaaand, I'm back. First of all, a huge thank you to everyone that kept this thread alive while I was away. I got a job promotion not too long ago, which has largely been amazing. However, that also has meant LONG stints of travel. It's great to be able to see new places, but being away from home is not only exhausting, but it doesn't give me much free time to work on my story. But I promise, when I have the free time, I still enjoy spending it writing and intend to keep the story going. Thanks everyone for the patience in the meantime!
Also, I hope everyone checks out jcboyd's side story he made. It's really well written and it was nice to see him find enough interest in my story to do a spin-off during my long absence! Without further delay, here's the next chapter of My Wife Jennifer. Enjoy!
End of Summer, 2009 - Brian and Amy
Summer was certainly coming to a close. I could sense it in the air as the typical warm August breezes became brisk winds. The sun seemed to beam a little less intensely throughout the day, not shining as bright or as hot. We were on the peak of the slope, witnessing the last moments before the decline into the next season. The weather was still beautiful, but the changes were evident and inevitable.
Standing in the kitchen, I continued to stare blankly out the window, lost in thought as I stirred the bowl of pancake batter in front of me. As I snapped back to my task at hand, I quickly glanced back and forth to make sure Amy wasn't nearby. Bending down to the cabinet below the sink, I drew out a hidden container of Mass Gainer. Setting the tub on the counter with a thud and unscrewing the lid, the smell of heavy vanilla wafted gently from the powder. I grabbed the plastic scoop inside and quickly added two heaping servings to the bowl of batter. As if committing a crime, my heart raced frantically while I screwed the lid back on and tucked it away back under the sink. With a fury, I began to stir the contents into the pancake batter, aiming to hide all signs of my secret ingredient. 860 calories and 44 grams of protein per scoop. Thank god for bodybuilding supplements.
I shamefully chuckled to myself as I shook my head in disbelief. Had I really stooped to this kind of sleuthing? While it seemed a little ridiculous that I'd go to such lengths to pack some protein into my girlfriend, recent events had certainly forced my hand.
Even with Amy's growing appetite and body, she still convinced herself that eating more would make her fat. The girl knew basically nothing about nutrition and diet; the decades of Vanity Fair brainwashing had given her a skewed view of food and general health. Getting her to eat food was a chore; it was like trying to get a toddler to finish their plate. Though I could see the insatiable hunger building up inside of her, she still tried to put on a cute face for me and pretended that she was happy eating nothing but a small salad for many of our meals.
So, in my desperation, I had begun finding ways to increase her protein and caloric intake without her noticing; mostly taking advantage of her lack of knowledge in those areas.
"No honey, this is whole wheat pasta. That means it's light on calories. Yes, these are veggie burgers; they're 100% fat free! It's turkey bacon, I swear! It's good for you!" The lies started out small, but soon I was preparing all of her meals in secret, swapping all of the "low fat" and "light" ingredients with dense foods and enough protein to ensure her body had the fuel to grow.
Cooking real foods for her under the guise of her fad diet regime was just the beginning. Now, I was adding Mass Gainer to her morning breakfast. This had been working fine so far and Amy had yet to question why my "vegan pancakes" I had been making for her every morning tasted like vanilla.
Little by little though, my ridiculous methods were paying off. Amy had been taking the serum for a total of 7 weeks and thanks to the nutrients I was stealthily packing her with, she finally showed telltale signs of real progress. Her height and weight were now comparable to my own, if not a bit bigger, as she stretched up to 5'11 and 165 pounds.
The scientific details behind the Feminox serum eluded me, but I was thankful for its existence. It baffled me that a group of women aimed to create a drug that would turn their sex into masses of muscle, no matter the side effects, all to seemingly rise themselves above men. Their dedication to their cause was astounding. Of course, I didn't truly know the purpose behind the serum or what Feminox could really be after, but after witnessing how Jen changed and the evident transformation already taking place in Amy, I could take my best guess that Feminox didn't just want to use the drug to win a few Olympic medals. I tried not to bog myself down the minutia of their plots; as long as Amy and I could live a happy life, I really didn't give a damn about the bigger picture of it all.
An ear shattering shriek pierced through our apartment, dragging me back to reality. I dropped the batter bowl onto the counter and ran into the other room, turning the corner to find Amy standing by the mirror, weeping into her open palms. It was still strange to me; entering a room, expecting to see my petite, bubbly, busty girlfriend, and instead finding a well built, amateur bodybuilder frame that likely outsized my own. Amy was topless, clad only in a pair of booty shorts. The progress we were making was displayed before me in broad daylight and my member instantly sprung to attention as I drank her in.
As she sobbed into her hands, I noticed her abs tightening and loosening with her heavy breaths and her biceps and delts bulging as she inadvertently flexed with every tear she shed into her open palms. Her booty shorts clung to her widening quads and glutes like it was saran wrap, giving her killer thighs and a muscular bubble butt worth fighting a war over. When she noticed I was standing there, she quickly covered her breasts with her thickening hands.
"M-m-my... My boobs!" Amy cried, tears washing streaks of makeup down her face. "T-this is impossible. They keep getting smaller!" Slowly she removed her fingers from her nipples, revealing her chest in full. The once buxom C cup breasts that had filled her bra to the point of overflowing definitely were a bit less prominent. They weren't as round as they had been a few weeks ago and looked a tad more deflated. To add to that, when compared to her newly expanding shoulder muscles and pectorals, the ratio of torso to breasts had certainly shifted, making her breasts look out of place; as if they were stapled on as an afterthought to her thick body.
"Babe," I said carefully, trying to word my response in the most soothing manner possible, "What are you talking about? I think your chest looks great!"
"Stop it. My tits are disappearing. How can you say that looks great?" She blubbered defensively, stomping over to sit on the bed as she pouted. She crossed her arms over her chest, which made her forearms flare and her upper pecs tense up, which looked delightful under the low light of her room. I walked over to sit down next to her, noticing the odd sensation of our torsos being roughly the same size as she easily looked me in the eye.
"Well, you're going through a lot of changes," I treaded slowly, not wanting to throw any details at her that may cause an uproar. "The serum, your workouts; it's altering your body. You knew that you were going to go through something like this, right? Didn't they explain everything to you before you started the trials?"
"I didn't think it'd destroy my lady figure," Amy belted, her voice croaking slightly under the strain. Over the weeks the pitch of her voice had been altering ever so slightly, going from a bubbly, cheerleader whine to a lower, smoother register. The change was pleasant to my ears and her sexier, raspier voice drove me wild. I tried not to get lost in it and instead concentrated on the conversation at hand as she continued. "I thought I'd be strong and tall, like a supermodel! This...this isn't what I wanted."
No. No, not like this. I had to rectify the situation. The more I let Amy get beauty and body image into her own head, the more likely she'd decide to quit. Quit the drug, quit the gym; all of it. And that was something I wasn't about to let happen.
"You look like a supermodel to me!" I exclaimed, trying to backpedal the tone a bit. "I mean, look how tall you've become! We're the same height now! That's pretty awesome right? And think about how much energy you have now! You're able to go harder at the gym than I'm able to; that's impressive and you should be proud of those achievements."
"I don't care about any of that gym stuff," Amy cried, another wave of tears cascading down the mascara streaks on her face. "I care about my body, but what's the point of being so strong when I'm getting uglier..."
"Babe, that's ridiculous, you're not-"
"Yes, I am!" she interrupted, throwing her powerful arms down in a bout of rage. "Brian, my body is changing in more ways than you even know. I'm shaving, like, every other day now! My legs just can't stay smooth anymore; how messed up is that?"
That actually wasn't a surprise to me. Every time we cuddled together, I took note of Amy's stubbly legs. Being a natural blonde, it wasn't noticeable by sight when her legs went a day without a shave, but I could definitely feel it every time we had sex.
"And I'm getting, like, way too big. I can't fit into my shirts anymore and I'm splitting my jeans right down the seam. You can't even imagine how much it sucks to accidentally tear all of your favorite clothes." She pointed over to a bin, which I had initially thought was a laundry hamper. It became clear to me that it was certainly not a laundry basket, but a tote of torn up shirts, pants, and lingerie.
"We can always get you new clothes," I offered, trying to get her to see the bright side, but she wouldn't have it.
"With what money!?" she yelled again, voice cracking and becoming raspier. "You don't make a whole lot and I'm a fucking waitress at Wiley's. Lady clothes are expensive, Brian. You wouldn't know, I guess, because you've apparently had the same clothes since we started dating."
I raised my hand to retort, but decided it wasn't the time or the place. Besides, she wasn't wrong...
"And some of the other waitresses down at Wiley's have been giving me shit," she trailed off as a bit of anger flared in her eyes, her fists bunching up into tight balls. I noticed the spider web of veins trailing over the back of her hand and up her wrist as she brooded in anger. "I've been trying to hide my changes as best as I can; wearing flatter shoes so no one sees how tall I am, wearing baggy clothes even on the hottest of days while the other girls flaunt their tits in their cute tank tops. I think it worked for a while, but now they definitely know I've gotten bigger."
Amy began mimicking some of the girls, "'Oh my gawd, Amy! Look at those guns! You could probably beat up my boyfriend! Have you been working out? Dayum girlfriend, you gotta take it easy on the steroids. Be careful, guys don't want to tip a waitress that they can't flirt with...'"
"I'm sorry," I began, "That sounds like it's been ro-"
"It sucks, Brian, you can't even imagine," Amy sniffled, voice still terse with anger, "I thought those bitches were my friends. As a joke they even told my manager that I was more cut out to be a bouncer than a waitress and that he should think about hiring me. God, I hate them..."
I thought for a minute; the idea of my girlfriend as a big, muscular bouncer rolled through my mind. I pictured her standing at the door in a black wife beater, towering over all the drunk scum bags, arms folded across her chest, displaying her massive pecs and biceps for everyone to see. My dick throbbed in my pants and I squirmed a bit next to Amy, trying to stay focused and not let the situation derail any further.
"Look, babe," I said, reaching over to grab her tightened fist with my hand. My god, even our hands were the same size now. My touch seemed to settle her tension down a bit as I felt her white-knuckled grip relax slightly. "I don't care about all of that. The clothes, the shaving, the muscles; I think you're more stunning than ever. And those other girls at work... they're just jealous. They wish they were tall and fit like you, so they lash out to make themselves feel better. At least now you know that they weren't really even good friends to begin with."
"...yeah," Amy said in a soft, low hum, "I guess so. I think I've always known they were shallow; but we always had fun so I just didn't want to admit it. Y-you really like the way I look?"
"Absolutely. 100%." I gave her a genuine smile.
"... how can you even look at me right now?" she seemed to be uneasy with me staring at her so intently. She self-consciously covered her breasts with her hands, again unknowingly flexing her biceps. Those guns of hers were impressive; I started thinking about how I could probably increase her bicep curl weight next session. Bump her up from 30's to 35's and see how many reps she can bust out. My cock stirred once again at the thought.
"Because I think you are magnificent and I'm more attracted to you now than I've ever been," I said as openly as I could.
"Really? Why the hell would you find this attractive?" She murmured as she looked her own growing body up and down.
"Because you're doing something with your life, Amy!" I said confidently. When you told me that you were going to start the trials with Feminox, I was thrilled.
"Even though I kept it a secret from you?"
"Especially because you kept it a secret from me!" I exclaimed with a passion, pivoting to take both of her meaty hands into mine. "I was so proud you took your own life into your hands. You didn't ask me if what you were doing was right or see what I thought first; you just did it! You took initiative! That was the first time I really saw that since we started dating."
"Well, Jenn kind of pressured me into a lot of it. And she explained all the sciencey stuff to me, but I didn't understand any of it. I just kept nodding along and all of a sudden I was signing these contracts. I guess I went in there curious and left with a lot of changes on the horizon."
"No matter," I said, skirting the details concerning her being pressured into joining the program. "You still ultimately made the decision, didn't you? You still make the decision to keep going back to Feminox and see these trials through."
"I guess..." Amy shrugged, showing off a pair of bulging traps and neck veins as she brought her hefty shoulders upwards.
"Well then," I concluded, "Even in the face of some hiccups, you still know that something inside you wants to keep going. You want to continue with the serum because I think you understand that it'll change your life for the better, no matter how scary it may seem. You know that you don't want to be a waitress forever, and this serum might just give you the courage and power you need to take the next step in your life."
Amy pondered for a bit; no matter how strong the drugs could make her, unfortunately they couldn't speed up the little gerbil spinning the wheel in her brain. Finally, she relaxed altogether and formed a smile; some new dimples on her cheeks making themselves evident as she grinned.
"Yeah," she sighed, "I suppose that makes sense. I am a little scared and I'm still a little confused as to what I signed up for. But, I think you're right; I'm sick of being a waitress and not having a clue where I'm supposed to go from here. It's time to take charge. Thanks for calming me down... I don't mean to be a drama queen. You're so sweet."
I went in slowly for a kiss, but Amy had other ideas. She dodged my kiss, ducking her head and sliding off of the bed onto her knees with a thud. She gripped the sides of my pants with iron fists and tugged swiftly until they were down around my ankles. My boner sprung upwards, finally unleashed from its prison.
"And don't think I didn't notice my little friend begging for attention down there while you tried to console me," Amy smiled devilishly. In a cool motion, her head went down and her warm lips were soon wrapped around my cock, sliding and slurping as she bobbed up and down.
My eyes rolled back into my skull as I gripped the back of her hair tightly. I peered down to check her out as she sucked mightily on my shaft. Her arms were spread wide, elbows locked as her hands gripped the edges of the bed on either side of me, the blanker crinkling up in her tight, angry fists as she worked. Her rear delts tightened and loosened, showing off their cuts and minor striations. Her lats pulsed slowly outward and inward with each heavy breath. She was getting so thick. So so thick.
It was about all I could take. With my eyes fixed on her bulging back muscles, I moaned and released, feeling my dick pulse in her warm mouth as she sped up, faster and faster. Her resolve didn't wane and her head continued to buck firmly but smoothly as I shot load after load down her throat.
"Mmmm," she hummed deep and low, the vibrations from her vocal cords sending an intense pleasure wave through my shaft mid orgasm. With one last slurp, she licked my member all the way bottom to top, stopping at the head to clean up any of my leftover mess. With a loud swallow, she looked at me hungrily and traced her tongue across her lips. "I guess protein isn't so bad after all."
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Hmmm, so she grew taller and her voice is changing? I don't know, I sort of liked the fact that Amy was so petite and that she had a bubbly personality with a high voice, that's what attracted me to her as a character. I wouldn't mind if all that happened to her was pure muscle growth and strength gain, now that she's getting those side effects, this side of the story doesn't really fill me with all that much excitement and anticipation as it did before. I guess I figured she may gain an inch or two, but not grow as tall or taller than her hubby. I'm not really much of a complainer, I appreciate your work, BMB, but I've never been a huge fan of major height growth, as I've said many times, so once again, my enthusiasm for your writing, knowing that there will probably always be significant height growth because that's what you like, and it's something that I don't, so it's down now. No offense man, I still like some if not most of the content of your stories, just not that aspect of it. k+ anyway.
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Another quality installment BMB!! K+++ Pretty amusing that Brian hides Amy's actual calorie intake (for optimal muscle growth). The way Amy feels is the typical (and realistic) way the majority of women would feel in that situation. Great job keeping it feeling real. :clap: And the end was HOT!! :wow:
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While I'm liking the story a lot, I think that there should definitely be some differences between the developments of Amy and Jenn. Perhaps Amy's face doesn't get as masculine-looking as Jenn's or Amy doesn't get as much hair in as many places. Maybe the new Feminox serum ends up having an even better effect on Amy than it does for Jenn!
Anyway, you earned some karma from me! As always, well done and I look forward to the next installment! :cool2:
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If you're interested in a bit of a different variant, check out my side story on Brian & Amy
http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.0
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Thank you so much everyone for the great replies. You all are wonderful. It still shocks me a bit how much this story has taken off. Not just shock in myself for having the passion (and support from you all) to keep it going for this long, but also shock in how many people out there are into the same things that I am in terms of female muscle and the more extreme side of it all! It's really nice to see and after years of having a very niche interest in an already niche fetish, it gives me this overwhelming feeling of "I'm not alone!" And it's great :)
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Now we have the character of Jennifer and Amy growing with Feminox.
Can´t wait what you have in mind for them in your next chapter.
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Really eager to see how much Amy will change. I'm hoping the new serum has an even more profound masculine effect.
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Hey everyone; Sorry for the long time without an update or a post. Work has been relentless and I've been traveling almost every week. It's a great opportunity, and I love my job, but it leaves me with almost zero time to write for fun. I promise I'm working on the next chapter when I can and I hope to have something to post soon. Thanks again for all of your support and great comments!
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I highly admire your writing skill Bert, you have truly crafted among the finest fanfiction on this site. If I could input my two cents, I would like to see more feeding scenes between Jen and her husband, with her husband obsessing over feeding her, as if it were his new purpose, and Jen consuming copious quantities of food to grow and having episodes of unrelenting belching. Also, she would get so hungry she would even swallow pet fish/animals alive and feel them squirm within her gut, where they would be "safe within her fortress body." Your choice :) Hope you return soon my friend.
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An update! I know this took far longer than it should have. What can I say, it's been hard to make time lately. But my desire to write is always there. If anyone enjoys this section, let me know in the comments and thanks for your patience, as always!
End of Summer, 2009
I awoke the next morning in a groggy stir, my head pounding and my body aching. It was a moment of unfamiliarity; that confusion you get when waking up somewhere that isn't your own bed. I glanced around frantically, trying to absorb my surroundings, my forehead blaring in pain and a soreness spreading through my entire torso. Next to me, Jen's massive body was sprawled across the bed, taking up most of the king-sized mattress, forcing me to the very edge of the bed. She snored deeply while one of her burly legs hung off of the edge, massive foot grazing the carpet.
Laying back down in a sudden collapse, I remembered we were on vacation. The previous night started to come back to me in flashes; the several bottles of wine we consumed, our naked bodies entangled in every room of the suite, the hours of rough, animal sex with my manly wife. Well, rough for me anyways. I gave myself a quick pat down, wincing whenever I came across a tender spot. I looked down to examine the bruises along my hips; bruises that were almost in the shape of a very large set of hands. A sudden memory of Jen's iron gorilla grip pulling me deeper and deeper into her again and again flitted across my mind.
I sighed, exhausted, wanting to drift back into a comforting sleep. But the hangover that was settled in my skull continued to persist. I sat up again, this time really feeling the aches and letting out a quick gasp as the pain flared across my arms and legs. Jen must have really done a number on me last night. That wasn't too surprising, considering her immense strength, but she was usually careful not to hurt me during our love making sessions. She always was sure to be tender with my fragile body, despite her size and dominance.
Though my body whined in protest, I got out of bed, slowly wobbling to my feet. My skull pounded as I stumbled to the bathroom to grab something to that would cease the pain. After swallowing a few pills and splashing some cold water into my face, I walked back towards the bedroom, noticing the empty wine bottles strewn across the floor.
"Well, that explains it," I thought, bending down to pick up a bottle. A memory rushed through my mind; Jen and I laughing in a drunken stupor while we unscrewed yet another cork. Jen poured me a small glassful while she simply chugged the remainder of the bottle down into her massive gullet. The more of the night that came back to me, the more I recalled that I barely had 4 glasses of wine. Sure there were four bottles lying on the ground, but I only had one glass from each, with Jen drinking the rest. I shouldn't have gotten that drunk...
I rotated the dark green glass in my hand, inspecting the label. This wasn't normal wine. A small Feminox logo was settled on the back of the bottle. Somehow I wasn’t surprised. Jen and I had discovered that it was near impossible to get her drunk theses days. She could drink like a barge of sailors, enough to put any man into a coma, and get only the slightest buzz. I felt a bit sorry for her; we were never big drinkers, but there were times when it was nice to relax and get a bit tipsy, especially on a vacation like this. It appeared as though Feminox had been working on a solution. Down on the floor, next to one of the wine bottles, lie a piece of paper.
“To help you enjoy your honey moon. This is something special we’ve been working on. Do pace yourself, Jennifer. And be careful with that tiny husband of yours.” The letter was signed in a unreadable scrawl just over the Feminox logo. It was odd to hear me described as tiny. Under any other circumstance, I was still considered a big guy; tall with an athletic build. But here, in reference to Jen, the description was completely appropriate.
And I guess that the solution was a success. I glanced over to Jen, who was still snoring away on the bed. Even sprawled out, she was an absolute mountain of muscle. Her mouth hung open as she drew in another titanic breath, her burly chest and beefy mid section rising up strongly before steadily relaxing back down with a strong, loud exhale.. She looked and sounded like a hibernating bear, finally getting the restful sleep she was owed. She worked so hard that it never really seemed like she got a full night's sleep. I wondered if she was finally able to get drunk; I certainly couldn’t remember a thing and I felt like death. It seemed the wine was not meant for me; a “normal” person by Jen’s standards. The few glasses I had apparently caused me to black out and barely recall blurry glimpses of last night. I least I remembered us having a fun time… at least, I’m assuming it was fun at the time. The pounding aches throughout my body were making a strong case against it.
As if sensing I was staring at her, the behemoth stirred from her slumber, snorting deeply mid-snore as she turned and opened her eyes groggily, letting out a monstrous yawn. The beast stretched her large arms overhead and spread her thick legs wide, a deep groan churning within her gut, resonating in a hum throughout room. She sat up, her upright position on the bed suddenly becoming a towering figure as her wide, immense feet thudded onto the ground. With another deep, humming grunt, a gargantuan hand of hers slumped down with and scratched at her hairy belly and wild bush. Protruding from her glorious pubes was a thick clit, that swelled, almost erect in a morning-wood like fashion.
With a cracking in her joints, she rose to her feet and brought her body into another stretch, impressively reaching up and grazing the tall ceiling. I could sense the room darken as her titanic figure cast a shadow over my small, helpless self. A combination of excitement, arousal, and terror swept over me, as I cautiously approached, laying one of my hands gently on her furry abs.
“How are you feeling, dear? I saw the wine we drank last night...” I mumbled lowly as to not startle her. She was like a wild animal in her hungover state, and her unpredictable nature scared me a little. I tried to remain calm, despite knowing that one movement from her could snap me in two.
“…hungry.” She said in a deep, baritone. The sound was more of a low, beastly growl than any words a human would utter. I was convinced it was equally a confirmation of her current state, as well as a command for me to obey. The dead pan, hung-over stare in her cold eyes made me take her far more seriously than I already had been. Within a second, I found myself in a panicked state, fumbling towards the spacious kitchen. Desperately, I rifled through the fridge and cabinets, trying to scrounge up ingredients so I could prepare a quick meal for my starved monster wife.
Locating the eggs, milk, and bacon, I soon had a few pans and skillets crackling with all sorts of delicious smells. It seemed Jen's company had foreseen her immense hunger and had thought it considerate to stock the fridge to the brim.
"Hungry!" my wife roared angrily, her stark, deep voice almost shaking the room. I jumped at the sudden noise and wondered if Jen's mighty bellow woke up half the hotel.
"Okay, okay, okay!" I pleaded, turning around to face her. She was seething with anger, her titanic shoulders moving up and down brutishly with her heavy breathing. Thick veins crawled across her beefy neck and up her handsome face and her teeth gritted. It appeared as though she was using every ounce of determination at her disposal not to rip the kitchen island out of the tile and heave it out the window. "It'll be done soon, I promise!"
She didn't respond; Jen just let out another feral growl. The hangover had obviously hit her hard. This was probably the first time she had actually been hung over in more than a year. She likely forgot what it felt like. In fact, knowing her enhanced strength and energy, she probably hadn't felt real pain in a long time. To me, she had become this super hero that seemed invincible in every way. And yet, it seemed as though we found Jen's kryptonite. She was like a massive lion with a thorn lodged in her paw and no way of removing it.
"Food! Now!" She roared again, sending more tremors through the room. With that, she stomped over and gave me a light shove to the side. Though, of course, a light shove from Jen sent me reeling across the room and skidding across the hard floor. My eyes shut in pain, mostly from my fresh bruises being slammed onto the floor. I looked up and Jen hadn't even registered what she had done. Instead, she was standing over the still hot frying pan, grabbing barely cooked eggs and bacon straight off the skillet with her bare hands and shoveling them into her hungry maw.
"Jen! Babe, that still needs to cook!" I tried to get to my feet quickly, but the terrible aches didn't leave me too mobile. It was clear Jen hadn't heard me; that or she was ignoring me. Her hulking body continued to stand in front of the stove, greedily consuming the food directly from the pan, grunting and chewing loudly. Once I actually got up to her, the food had all disappeared, the skillet picked clean.
"Mmmm," Jen groaned deeply, a little more life returning to her eyes, "Still... hungry."
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After about three more instances of filling the skillet with food and watching Jen devour its contents, she was finally back to her normal self (Well, at least in this case, "normal" is relative). It was a relief to see her return back from the brink; her wild animal state made me especially cautious. In her drunkenness she had man-handled me in bed to the point of bruising and the resulting hangover had me cooking volumes of food in fear of being trampled to death. We'd definitely need to be careful about consuming that Feminox alcohol in the future.
After the strange morning's events, we found ourselves headed down to the waterfront. Being down at the beach was an odd combination of exhilarating and embarrassing, though these days, that was a combination that was becoming more and more familiar. Jen in a bikini was an absolute sight. I was in absolute heaven seeing her muscular body in all its glory out in the bright daylight. But to the other patrons of the fancy resort, she must have appeared as some grotesque, hairy monster that somehow managed to stuff itself into a two piece swimsuit.
Jen was a hulking brute; tall and muscular beyond human capacity and quite hairy to boot. She wore what I guess could be considered a bathing suit, but the small bits of purple fabric didn't leave much to the imagination. Her bottoms were a thong which completely disappeared in between her large muscular booty globes, becoming entirely lost within the deep expanse of her crack. In the front, a small purple triangle attempted to cover her vagina, but her severely large clit bulged out a good inch and a half, giving her a bit of a poser pouch. Besides, her gnarled, thick bush absolutely exploded out from under her bikini, making it look like a tiny purple tarp in the middle of the Amazon rain forest. Her hair of course continued up her belly in the form of a thick treasure trail as well as down her beefy thighs until her lower legs become a dense carpet of dark fur.
The story wasn’t any better upwards. Her top did nothing but cover her nipples, while her meaty pecs, dotted with chest hair, were freely exposed. Large tufts of armpit hair hung down her underarms as well, making that bikini top seem extremely out of place. She was a true testament to masculinity, somehow awkwardly crammed into a women’s swimsuit. All around, people stared and gaped. Many whispered to each other, asking if that was the same woman they heard about from the previous night; the one who made a scene at the restaurant. My face was hot with embarrassment as they obvious recognized us, and yet, I felt a twinge of pride. Jen was quite an unforgettable person; no matter where she went, there wouldn’t be a single witness that could escape her premise without gawking. I felt so happy for Jen; though this was never how I envisioned Jen getting her recognition, it almost felt as though she was some sort of celebrity.
“Honey,” I said, feeling the weight of the numerous eyes gazing upon us, “Do you think we should go find our own spot on the beach? Somewhere a little more private?”
“I suppose,” Jen boomed coolly, as she prodded and scratched at her top. “Ugh, this thing is bothering the hell out of me.” She tried to pry the spaghetti straps from her monster shoulders and traps, but the thing clung on for dear life, not allowing any give. She tried to reach around behind herself to grab the back of the bikini top, but her massive arms and wide back limited her mobility so much that she wasn’t even close to touching it. She let out a bit of an angry growl, becoming audibly angry at the situation; she was acting like a beast trapped in a net, grunting in anger at the persistence of her puny restraints.
“Well, it doesn’t exactly hide much, does it?” I smirked, amused at the way the two small triangles barely covered her nipples. “Having some trouble adjusting it? Do you need my help?”
Before I could get offer a hand adjusting her suit, Jen bellowed with a deep, loud grunt, and simultaneously flexed her traps, lats, shoulders, and chest in a heroic pose. With a piercing tear, the already strained spaghetti straps snapped and the bikini flung off of her chest, revealing burly man pecs and thick nipples for all to see.
“Babe!” I yelped, a bit shocked at her sudden reveal in front of all those people. “What the hell are you doing?” Already, people were gasping, some even reaching for their phones to record the magnificent (or terrifying) sight they were witnessing. All around, folks were giggling and gossiping, and yet Jen only gave a slight grin at the attention.
“That damn thing doesn’t fit anyways.” She said in a deep commanding tone, “Besides, I don’t think a top suits me anymore. If that sorry excuse for a man can be seen without a shirt,” she pointed to a chubbier man eating a hotdog on a reclined fold out chair. He stopped mid bite, gulping as he realized the entire beach staring at where Jen was referring. “Then why the hell should these perfect pecs be hidden?”
I raised a finger and opened my mouth in protest, but couldn’t come up with a decent counter to her argument. The debate fumbled around in my mind. Though it seemed ludicrous, she was right. All around the beach were people of different body types, and plenty of out-of-shape individuals that society would deem unfit to wear a swimsuit in public. And yet my wife, who had the body of a Greek god, was forced to cover up? It did seem a bit wrong.
“But,” I said after a little while of internal back-and-forth, “You’re still a woman… Sure, you’re manlier than most men, but genetically, you’re still a female. You can’t just go nude on a beach.” The words felt strange coming out of my mouth and even I was surrounded with a sense of uncertainty as I said them. Jennifer had no breasts to speak of. Not a single ounce of fat was on that chest of hers, and her striated muscles were so large and rippling with definition that they left no doubt in my mind; these were man-pecs through and through. Combined with the layer of dark stubble that protruded from her behemoth chest, no one could confidently say that she had the body of a woman.
Showing someone a picture of her from the neck down would definitely yield the same response a hundred times; this was the body of a male, Olympian bodybuilder. One of the largest the world has ever seen. And, well, with how much facial stubble she was sporting these days, combined with her large Adam's apple, her sharp, handsome jawline and the rugged features of her nose and brow, even a full bodied picture of Jen could easily be taken for a long-haired man.
“Well maybe I’ll talk to the hotel about changing the rules of this beach. If they have something to say about it, they can say it to my face.” The seriousness in her stark voice sent a slight chill down my spine as I imagined her intimidating, enraged encounter with the hotel manager. If she indeed intended to have this confrontation, I was convinced the rules of this hotel wouldn’t remain the same for long. No one in this place stood a chance against my wife. She knew it, I knew it, and I’d be damned if the rest of the beach didn’t figure it out before our vacation was over.
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Great update bertmacklinsbrother! K+++ Love the description about her hangover, anger, hunger and lack of patience among other things! Well thought out. Very nice writing. The waterfront scene was really hot too! Keep up the great work my friend and looking forward to the next update. :clap:
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Great update bertmacklinsbrother! K+++ Love the description about her hangover, anger, hunger and lack of patience among other things! Well thought out. Very nice writing. The waterfront scene was really hot too! Keep up the great work my friend and looking forward to the next update. :clap:
Thanks a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed the hangover bit. I really wanted Jen to seem like a wild animal, hardly in control. The beach scene was also fun to write :) I know this Chapter was shorter, but I had gone back and forth on how I wanted those scenes to play out, so I ended up changing a lot of things over time. But, I think it turned out for the better!
Always appreciate the comments!
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Looks like pretty soon she'll finally be wearing a massive girl beard!
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Wait a second . . . is there animal DNA in feminox?
Thank you so much for reading! And no, haha, no animal DNA. But in the recent chapter, I did want to give the impression of Jen exhibiting her most basic animal instincts, especially when her brain isn't really firing on all cylinders (due to bring drunk or hungover). Thing is, we've always seen Jen be able to keep quite a lid on her emotions. She's very intelligent and scientific when it comes to her thoughts, so she's always been able to keep her anger and passion in check, simply due to her ability to analyze and understand her emotions. However, like most forms of steroids, the serum does make emotional outbursts more likely. It's been very rare in Jen so far in the story; she's lashed out a few times and can give a cold, hard stare that'll send someone shaking to their knees, but overall she's been very cool and collected.
I wanted to show that when her brain isn't functioning properly, the beastly rage inside of her can be unleashed which can result in some very brutish, animal-like behavior. Hope that makes sense :P
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Amazing! Can you take it further? I mean... Make her even more roided! :D
I have a feeling he will make Jen moar of a roided monster :)
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:cool2:Amazing! Can you take it further? I mean... Make her even more roided! :D
I have a feeling he will make Jen moar of a roided monster :)
I can't wait to see how disgustin roid monster she will become ;)
Roids, roids and again roids...
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Just wanted to give this story a little "bump". I know Bert is working when he can and will add to this amazing story when possible. Can't wait!
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Just wanted to give this story a little "bump". I know Bert is working when he can and will add to this amazing story when possible. Can't wait!
And wit all the Roids (since the last chapter) she will be bigger than ever.
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Can't wait this is one of the hottest muscle lady stories I've ever read
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Happy New Years everyone! Thanks again for all the patience. My New Year's resolution is to start writing more. My free time has been limited and life has been exhausting to the point where writing has been difficult. But it's a new year, so let's start things off write! Hope you enjoy after the long hiatus. Don't be shy about leaving comments!
Beginning of Fall, 2009
"Amy," a high pitched shriek rang, attempting to pierce the noise of bustling voices and clanking dinner plates. "Amy, Table 7 needs their beers and they're wondering why the nachos are taking so long?"
"Sorry, Gretchen," Amy called back, voice cracking into a lower register and booming far louder than she intended. A few patrons bellying up at the bar peered behind the counter with curiosity. Clearing her throat, she tried to speak a little more delicately. "They're coming right out."
Even trying to lighten her voice a bit, the words still rang out in a low hum. Amy cursed quietly, stifling back her frustration as beer continued to flow from the spigot into the fresh glasses. Puddles of beer and broken glass littered the ground and she concentrated hard, trying not to add to the collection.
"C'mon, Amy," Amy muttered to herself, "You've done this a million times." She carefully tipped the lever back and removed the beer glass from the tap. However, she set the pint down on the counter with a little too much gusto, cracking the bottom and sending even more shards and beer oozing down to the floor. "God dammit!"
As she yelled she slammed the rest of the tray of drinks down on the counter hard, causing the few successful drinks she had poured to explode all over her. As the beer soaked into her baggy sweatshirt, she cussed angrily, feeling the rage boil up inside her with fierce speed. Catching herself in the act, she looked around at the confused customers staring at her and decided to take a long, deep breath. These days it seemed so easy for her to lose her cool. Amy had always been so cheerful and bubbly, but lately, the tiniest things were setting her off and it was becoming harder and harder to control.
And her increased size and strength only made her more annoyed at the increasingly fragile world around her. Those stupid glasses wouldn't have shattered if they weren't so flimsy. And that chair she splintered last week while she was closing down the restaurant wouldn't have broke if it wasn't so cheap and rickety. Controlling her new powerful, longer limbs was difficult, but Amy started to conclude that it wasn't just her brawn that was the problem; everything and everyone around her was just so...weak. And for some reason, that really flared her anger. She was surrounded by objects that were ready to break and people that were too small to handle her new body. It was surprising that it took some new muscles to realize how pathetic everyone was.
She sighed as she looked down at her sweatshirt, now dripping with suds and booze. It was becoming a lot more difficult to hide her muscles these days. She still felt self-conscious about them and knew that they would definitely affect her tips. Guys wanted a waitress that had a cute rack, a nice butt, and a trim tummy. They wanted someone who was petite, dainty, and flirty, not someone who rivaled them in height and could beat them in arm wrestling. With hesitancy, Amy removed her sopping sweats, lifting the ragged material over her head, revealing her Wiley's tank top underneath, and more importantly, her stunning arms and lats.
Several patrons that were at the bar front, and in perfect view of her body, began to chuckle and whoop, elbowing each other like drunken idiots. Amy threw her ruined shirt to the ground with a sloppy thud and shot them a stern look. They continued to let out a few snorts and laughs, but taking in the full breadth of her size made them reconsider their jeering and mockery.
Amy now stood 6' tall, taller than many of the guys in the place. In the last few weeks, she had also packed on quite a bit more muscle, weighing in at 180 lbs of growing beef. Her sleeveless Wiley's tank top did nothing to hide her glorious arms complete with bulging biceps and rounded delts. And instead of her usual bountiful breasts being boasted in front, they had diminished down to B cups, the ratio of pec muscles to fatty tissue beginning to heavily favor the former.
" Amy! Nachos! Table 7! Hurry it up!" Gretchen's piercing voice shot through the crowd yet again. Amy winced at the screeching noise. Feeling another surge of rage boiling beneath the surface. She clenched her fists tightly, knuckles turning white. She knew how much destructive power she had in her meaty hands now; their quickly expanding size was part of the reason she was so clumsy lately. She was sure she could punch Gretchen's skull clean off her head if she tried. But with a quick sigh, she relaxed her shoulders, dropped her hands, and walked back into the kitchen as calmly as she could.
As she walked back into the kitchen, she was greeted by Serena, a latino teen who couldn't have been more than 16 years old.
"Rough day, Amy?" Serena said with a smile as she used tongs to grab a fresh order of wings from the fryer and onto a plate.
"Yeah," Amy said, in a defeated tone, "I keep breaking things and Gretchen won't get off my case. I'm going as fast as I can, but, well, I've been hitting the gym lately and I guess I don't know my own strength."
"I'll say," Serena giggled, eyeing Amy's bulging delts, "those guns could knock out any of the drunk assholes that walk into this place! Maybe you could ask Tod if he'll give you some shifts as a bouncer?"
"Fuck you, Serena," Amy said in a low voice, fists balling once again, veins in her arms and neck beginning to throb. "I'm so sick of people making fun of me today."
"Whoa, calm down, girl!" Serena said meekly in her slight accent, waving her hands, "I didn't mean any offense; I was half joking, and well, half sincere. I'm pretty sure you're more intimidating than the regular bouncer we have on Saturdays... that guy couldn't punch a hole through a tissue. Anyways, who else is giving you a hard time?"
Amy's shoulders slacked a bit and the anger simmered down yet again. "Well, besides Gretchen just being a straight up bitch, the other girls have been saying some mean stuff to me. Calling me 'butch' or laughing whenever I accidentally flex my arms while cleaning tables. The guys at the bar are always snickering and staring too. I just want to do my job."
"Here," Serena said, handing Amy a plate of nachos that had been waiting in the microwave. "These were for my table, but they've only been waiting for a few minutes; they can wait a little longer. You can take these to your table. And if you want to bring this plate of wings to Table 4 while you're out there, I'll pour the rest of your beers for you."
"Really?" Amy gasped, her bubbly personality making an appearance for the first time all day, "Oh my god, you're so sweet. Seriously, thank you."
"Don't worry about it, hun," Serena smiled, "And don't let the other bitches get you down. I think it's cool you're hitting the gym, and they're just jealous their arms are noodles compared to yours."
Amy nodded with a smirk, tears welling up a bit in her eyes. She grabbed the Nachos and the wings and headed back out into the dining area.
"Took you long enough!" Gretchen shrilled. Her high pitched voice was irritating Amy to no-end. Every time she opened that squawking mouth of hers, Amy's fist clenched, wanting to smash her teeth in and shut her up.
"Sorry," Amy muttered, the sound coming out as more of a growl than actual words. "They got their food and Serena's bringing their beers... I'm just having a bad day."
"I don't care! We have paying customers out here! They can't be expected to wait just because you can't get your shit together."
"I said I was sorry," Amy grumbled again, lowly, knuckles beginning to go numb from how tight they were clenched. Before the situation got worse, Amy chose to walk away. Some of the patrons had peaked their heads over yet again. Most were overhearing the argument, and likely wondering why such a small woman would pick a fight with a 6 foot tall monster like Amy. But other guys were just watching Amy like she was a freak show, as if she was more entertaining than the football game on TV.
They eyed her up and down, looking at her muscled arms and thick tree-trunk thighs extending out of her booty shorts. She hated feeling ridiculed and hated feeling ogled. At least before when she was small and busty, she knew the guys were admiring her. But this wasn't admiration; it was more like she was a science experiment to them. They had to gather around and gawk to witness the freak in action. Why was she going through with these tests? Why did she let Jennifer talk her into doing these Feminox trials? She felt so big and angry and had a suspicion she was the laughing stock of any room she walked into.
She supposed her changes made Brian happy, for some reason. She still had trouble wrapping her head around his desire. He was honest with her by telling her he preferred strong, athletic women. Amy just had no idea what his metric was when he said "strong." She had recently surpassed his 5'11 body in height and had a good 15 lbs on him to boot. At this point, she was big enough for him, right? Strong enough?
"I'm going on break," she called to no one in particular. If Gretchen happened to hear, great, but at this point she didn't really care. She needed the breather and the fresh air. Stepping outside, she pulled out her cell phone, scrolling through her contacts for the right number.
"Hello, Ms. Harper? It's me, Amy..." she spoke into the phone as she paced out on the sidewalk in front of Wiley's. The autumn air was getting chilly, especially when the evening struck, but Amy hardly even noticed the cold breeze on her skin. She was still quite wound up from the situation in the bar. That, and her body temperature had been running quite warm these days. "I'm the one currently doing the Feminox trials. Jennifer introduced us earlier in the summer."
She continued to pace, back and forth. "Yep, the blonde, that's me. So, anyways, I think I want to...uh...quit taking the injections. Uh huh. No, you've been great; the company has been great. It's just that the serum has been affecting my normal life a little too much and... Giving up!? I'm not giving up! This stupid drug has ruined my day and it's ruined my body! I'm not letting it ruin anything else!"
Amy suddenly found herself boiling with rage yet again; it really didn't take much to light her fuse. She caught herself again and soothed her composure. "Look, thanks for the opportunity and everything, I just don't think it's for me... Um, okay, sure. I guess I can come in for one final screening; I guess I owe you that much. Sorry. Okay, see you tomorrow."
Hanging up her phone, she sighed, suddenly relieved. She had a feeling she made the right choice. Feminox seemed like an awesome company and they were going to be at the forefront of the future, that much was certain. But Amy wasn't really certain she wanted to be part of that future. She missed how things were. She missed her co-workers getting along with her, she missed going to the beach with her friends and not feeling goofy in an undersized swimsuit. She missed being looked at like a smoking hot chick and not like a lumbering, muscled freak. And most of all, she missed not being so emotional all the time; things were so much simpler and she was always happy and positive. She needed that back.
As she walked back into the bar, she worried how Brian might take the news. I mean, she had grown enough for him, right? She was the tall, strong woman that he said he liked... Being tall was pretty nice; she felt like a super model. And maybe she'd keep the muscles for a little while, just to have some fun with Brian. Then once he got his farewell, she'd work on losing weight; dieting, cardio workouts... anything to get rid of this awkward beef covering her body.
"What the hell, Amy?" Gretchen squawked as Amy entered, giving an exaggerated shrug. "Table 7 is still waiting on their beers!"
"S-Serena was supposed to..." Amy muttered, caught off guard.
"That girl is already swamped! She doesn't have time to do her job and yours! You just walked away during our busy hour."
"What the hell, Gretchen?" Amy yelled, rage rising deep from within her gut, the volume of her voice growing and getting deeper, no longer able to fake a feminine tone. "I told you I was going on break! I just needed to make an emergency call. Stop being such a bitch!"
The restaurant and bar area got a lot quieter; even the patrons pretending to watch the games on TV couldn't ignore the blow-out that was happening around them. A lot of people turned to watch the argument unfold.
"What did you just call me?" Gretchen gasped, approaching Amy. It must have looked a bit funny, watching a girl who was 5'3" and 115 lbs soaking wet storm over to a 6 foot tall giant with biceps the size of softballs. "That's it. I didn't want to do this today, but hell, I was going to do it this week anyways. It could have been in the quiet back office, but if you want to do this here, we'll do this here." Gretchen got up in Amy's face; at least to the best of her ability without using a stool. "You are fired!"
"F-fired?!" Amy stammered, feeling her heart drop in her chest. "Gretchen, c'mon, I need this job. Look, I was out of line. I shouldn't have talked back."
"Oh no," Gretchen laughed maniacally, "We're way past that! Like I said Amy, this is a long time coming! You just don't have your shit together anymore. You drop drinks, you break plates, you destroy chairs; you don't want to know how much you've cost this place in the last two months. And let's be honest, you're not exactly raking in the tips anymore. If you want to join a gym, fine, but be a normal girl and just run on the treadmill! The waitressing business isn't for chicks that want to look like dudes!"
"What did you just say to me?" Amy spoke slowly and quietly, her voice coming off deeper than she intended, which only served to hammer home Gretchen's remark. Her composure went from regret to anger and suddenly she was grinding her teeth and clenching her big fists, once again.
"You heard me," Gretchen continued to chuckle, enjoying the show she was putting on for the patrons. "No one wants their waitress to bench press kegs and be bulging out of their shirts! They just want a cute pair of tits to serve them their drinks while they flirt! Your breasts are tiny and your arms make you look like a man. Sorry, but it's time you looked in a mirror and realized what you're doing to yourself."
"Y-you're just jealous!" Amy accused, anger and sadness creating a dangerous cocktail in her sensitive hormonal system. "I'm in shape and you're not, so you're just being a dyke! I don't look like a man!" Her face began to shift to red and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Hah!" Gretchen burst out, "That's rich! Honey, I'm sorry, but dressed down and wearing a hat, you could pass for any one of these guys." She motioned around the room, gesturing towards the various male onlookers. "Hell, you're bigger than most of them! Look, I didn't want to make this personal. Bottom line, you're bad at your job and your looks are hurting our business. Please just leave."
Amy stepped up to Gretchen, until she was right next to her, large muscular body looming over Gretchen's petite frame. Gretchen's eyes came up right to Amy's (shrinking) breasts and Amy poked a single, long index finger into the woman's sternum. "Why don't you make me leave." Amy said it coolly, and deeply, in the most intimidating manner she could muster. And it worked. Gretchen's knees basically began to shake right in front of her.
"G-get out of my face, you freak!" Gretchen panicked and gave Amy a shove. The full blow only managed to make Amy stumble back a few footsteps. Amy began to laugh at the effort.
"Was that all your strength, you skinny bitch?" Amy scoffed, putting her hands on her hips. "Those little arms can hardly knock me off balance." Amy's mixture of emotions was flooding to her head, causing her to get a little loopy. Suddenly, she found herself unable to bite her tongue; she wanted to lash out and at this point, she was past the point of no return. She walked back up to Gretchen and grabbed her by the armpits, slowly curling her until they were just about eye-level.
A few guys whooped and hollered at the display of strength. Her biceps bulged and veins began to form, crawling up her forearms to her shoulders. Other veins began spiderwebbing from her neck up to her forehead, throbbing and pulsing in tempo with her angered breaths.
"P-put me...down..." Gretchen stammered, shocked at what was happening. She tried to wriggle free, shaking herself back and forth, but her efforts did nothing to loosen Amy's mighty gorilla grip. "I'll call the cops!"
"Are you now?" Amy said mockingly, "I wonder how you're going to dial the phone?" A confused look crossed Gretchen's face as Amy set her back down with a thud. But before Gretchen could make a run for it, Amy's large hands slid down Gretchen's arms until they were cupping her hands. Her palms and fingers were so tiny compared to Amy's growing paws. Amy began to squeeze.
"O-ow! Ow! What the fuck?! Let go! Owww!" Gretchen howled as Amy's hold tightened, creating an audible pop as several of Gretchen's fingers broke in her vice grip. Amy let go and sent her off with a light shove, though with her uncontrollable strength, a light shove was enough to send the girl careening into a bar table, toppling over a few drinks, empty plates of food, and stools.
"Oh my god! Oh my god! My fingers!" Gretchen cried, tears streaming down her face as she laid on the ground, covered in beer swill. "What did you do?!"
"Anyone want to call the cops?!" Amy yelled, turning around to a bar full of slightly drunk men who were all too cowardly to get involved. No one spoke up or even made a move. They just sat and watched, to scared to blink or finish their drinks. "That's what I thought."
Amy picked up a bar stool and slammed it down on the ground, splintering the wood with a crash. She walked towards the back room and gave a table a hefty shove along the way, sending it careening into other tables, listening to the satisfying sounds of shattered glass and broken wood behind her. A devious smile crossed her face. It felt so good to finally have an outlet for her rage.
"Oh my god!" Serena came out from the kitchen, holding her hand over her mouth. "What the hell happened?!"
Amy didn't say a word and instead strutted up to Serena silently, holding her cold gaze as she approached, quickly dwarfing the girl as they came toe to toe. She reached down with a powerful arm and grabbed Serena by the collar, pulling her in and upwards, holding her close enough to taste her breath.
"You said you were going to bring the beers to Table 7," Amy muttered angrily, yet with a sadistic smile on her face.
"I-I'm sorry! I got sidetracked! I was doing a dozen other things and..."
"I lost my job because of you!" Amy grit her teeth, lifting Serena up even higher as the poor girl began to gasp.
"I...didn't...mean to...please...please..." Serene begged, the sound of her pleading soothing Amy's fiery temper. The power. The power was so nice. With a few blinks, she lowered Serena back to the ground, gave her a bubbly smile, and walked to the back room to grab her coat and purse.
"Gretchen needs a doctor... you might need to drive her to the hospital." With that Amy left Serena, the teen's hand covering her mouth once again.
"I hope this place burns to the ground!" Amy called out to all the patrons as the stormed out of the building, leaving the place a wreck in her wake. With a powerful kick, she smashed the door open and strutted out into the cool evening weather.
A smile was fixed on Amy's face; she chuckled to herself as she reflected on what she just did. Broke her manager's hands, trashed a bunch of tables and glasses, almost crushed Serena... left an entire room of grown men in silence from her display of strength and dominance. It was a rush that she couldn't quite describe. After months of slow building, uncontrollable anger, she finally had let off all that steam. It felt amazing.
She was now jobless and might even have the cops banging on her door if Gretchen had the balls to call the cops on her, but she never felt more alive. With her coat and purse clasped in her mighty hands, Amy decided it was a nice night to jog home.
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"Babe?" I called as I heard the apartment door slam open. I peaked to the walkway to see Amy stomping in, throwing her coat in the closet and kicking her shoes off with a hefty sigh. "Did your shift end early? I thought you'd be working all night?"
"Oh Brian," Amy whisked over to me with heavy, quick footsteps. Her long legs reached me in no time and in an instant I was pulled into a hug that took the wind out of my lungs. "I had the best day!"
"I'm...glad!" I squeaked from the constriction. She put me down and bounced up and down excitedly. "So... what happened? What made it so great?"
"Well!" Amy grabbed me by the hand and dragged me over to the couch, the force of her pull nearly sending me to the ground. She sat down on the sofa and gave another tug, sending my body toppling onto her lap. I didn't question it and instead decided it was best not to interrupt. Far be it from me to complain when Amy finally showed a little dominance. "I got fired because I was breaking too much stuff and the other girls have been saying I'm not getting enough tips from being too ugly. So, I broke both of Gretchen's hands and then I trashed the place! It was so cool! Her fingers were pulverized so easily; I barely had to squeeze! And with just a little shove, I was sending tables flying! None of the men in the place had the courage to stand up to me! I might have gotten a little carried away when I almost choked Serena. She's a sweet girl and she didn't mean to get me fired. She was only trying to help... but wow, I lifted her up by the collar like the bullies do in movies! It was crazy! Such a rush!"
Amy finally stopped to take a breath while I digested all of the information. Did I really just hear my girlfriend excitedly explain how she broke her boss's hands and destroyed the bar she worked at? She sounded so proud of herself; the same bubbly Amy I've always known, but with a slightly power-crazy coating.
"Well," I said carefully, wary not to illicit a negative reaction from my clearly savage girlfriend. "That's great that you've, uh, come to embrace your strength!"
"Now I feel like I finally get it, Brian!" She beamed, bouncing a bit with her enthralled words. I bounced along with her as I was still planted firmly on her lap. "I can see why you have been trying to convince me that Feminox was a good thing. I still don't really like how I'm getting taller and losing my breasts, and I really wish these muscles didn't make me look so dude-ish... but my body has never felt so good! I have this unexplainable energy! I guess I had been burying deep away, along with all my frustrations, but letting it loose is like nothing I've ever experienced!"
"Well," I spoke carefully once again, "You need to be aware of not letting loose at the wrong times... for instance, um, you may not want to have broken Gretchen's hands..."
"That bitch had it coming," Amy waved my words away as if they were inconsequential. "She fired me and called me a man. I'm done with that place now anyways. I finally realized what Jennifer has been trying to show me; I can do anything! I've been wasting my life being a waitress, but I have the power to do whatever I want! Literally! I'll have to call Ms. Harper again and tell her I want to resume the trials..."
"Ms. Harper?" I mused, "You were going to quit?"
"Yeah, I was feeling so emotional; I was bottling everything up. I called her and said that I was going to stop. She told me it was fine as long as I came in for one last check-up. I had a feeling you'd be upset with my decision, but I wanted my old life back."
"So, you're... not quitting?" I pondered, relieved with her choice, but worried it may have been for the wrong reasons. "I want you to make sure this is what you want... you have a second chance now. They gave you permission to quit and now you can make this decision for you. Not for Jennifer, not for me, but for you!"
"I've never been so certain," Amy smiled widely with a nod. "I have the whole world ahead of me... all of it can be mine! I'm pretty strong right now, but damn, I bet with more time, I could take on armies!"
A wildfire was brewing in her eyes. This was getting a bit worrisome. As excited as I was to hear Amy had finally accepted the program, she was also acting out of tune from the Amy I started dating. She had been starved for power all her life. Small, weak, fragile; ready to please guys before thinking of herself and doomed to live on a minimum wage salary at a sleazy bar. It was shocking what a small taste of power could do to a woman like that. Let's just say, I'm glad she's on my side.
"I'm proud of you," I said calmly, laying my head back on her bountiful breasts. These days they weren't so bountiful with actual breast, but instead packed with muscular flesh. Just the way I preferred it. I didn't know what this would lead to. I envisioned a fun future for us, with Amy looking Jennifer; big, masculine, hairy, and dominant. It was a future I knew I could be happy with. But in that picture, I had still always been in control; Amy's ears and eyes to help guide her along the right path. She was never the brightest light bulb on the tree, so I was usually there to tell her what to do and to think for her. Now I realized that Amy was going to be blazing her own path, and I just hoped she'd tolerate me sticking along for the ride.
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Well, looks like Amy is becoming more aggressive to go along with the strength and muscles, I'm not against that, though I would say if it results in someone, especially her boyfriend, winding up extremely hurt, then it might not be the best of things. Hopefully she can learn to control her strength and her rage in the future. But as far as the rest of it, I'm totally into it and look forward to more. k+!
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Well, looks like Amy is becoming more aggressive to go along with the strength and muscles, I'm not against that, though I would say if it results in someone, especially her boyfriend, winding up extremely hurt, then it might not be the best of things. Hopefully she can learn to control her strength and her rage in the future. But as far as the rest of it, I'm totally into it and look forward to more. k+!
Thanks for reading! I agree with you; I'm not too into violence. But I did enjoy writing about Amy learning to cut loose and use her strength, and I love giving her the "extra rage" angle. It's a good contrast to Jennifer, who is a calm, rational, scientific person. Amy is the opposite; she's bubbly, emotional, and a bit of a spas. Makes sense that the roid rage would be extra potent in her :P
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:bravo:
Great to have you back!
Stellar as always!!
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Great work Bert! This was an addition to an already amazing story. Can't wait for Amy to grow some fuzz and Jennifer to continue her journey as well. K+
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Love the new instalment.
It will be interesting to see how Amy progresses now she want to get more powerful. Be interesting to see how Brian reacts if Amy can focus her aggression into her training, will he be intimidated by her aggression whilst training? How fast will she grow now she has the obsession for power?
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Great chapter. One of my favourite tropes in the FMG story is the loss of control as the woman gets overwhelmed by the solution in her body affecting the change ... so this chapter was a big winner for me. As always, super excited to see what you come out with, Bert.
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Thank you for all the kind comments! A Jennifer chapter is next; I was working on it for a while last night and made a bit of progress. Feel free to continue to comment to keep this thread alive! I always love reading your responses and thoughts :)
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Another great chapter. K+++ I like the differences in Jennifer's and Amy's personalities. I have a feeling maybe Jennifer won't be so controlled the more she keeps pushing herself further and further. Always look forward to the next chapter and I hope you're doing well brother. Keep up the great work. :clap:
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Again a great chapter in one of the best stories.
Perhaps Feminox gets an upgrade of the formula to get AMy a little bit more feminine (as she likes it)
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Another great chapter. K+++ I like the differences in Jennifer's and Amy's personalities. I have a feeling maybe Jennifer won't be so controlled the more she keeps pushing herself further and further. Always look forward to the next chapter and I hope you're doing well brother. Keep up the great work. :clap:
Thanks M7! Hope you're doing well too! Your assessment on Jennifer is certainly up the right alley. We'll just have to see what happens! Hope you're still doing morphs/art! Whenever I see them on here, I'm always quick to dish out the K+ !!
Again a great chapter in one of the best stories.
Perhaps Feminox gets an upgrade of the formula to get AMy a little bit more feminine (as she likes it)
Hmm definitely an idea, but given that I tend to enjoy things going more extreme, not likely >:)
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Oh... I'm sure there may be an enhanced formula coming... just not one that provides added femininity.....
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So, ummm...how long till the next chapter?
as someone who's harangued for updates on fanfiction I post elsewhere (in slightly less niche circles), I'm sure it'll be ready when it's ready. in the interim the best we can do is express our appreciation for the story.
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Another great chapter. K+++ I like the differences in Jennifer's and Amy's personalities. I have a feeling maybe Jennifer won't be so controlled the more she keeps pushing herself further and further. Always look forward to the next chapter and I hope you're doing well brother. Keep up the great work. :clap:
Thanks M7! Hope you're doing well too! Your assessment on Jennifer is certainly up the right alley. We'll just have to see what happens! Hope you're still doing morphs/art! Whenever I see them on here, I'm always quick to dish out the K+ !!
Again a great chapter in one of the best stories.
Perhaps Feminox gets an upgrade of the formula to get AMy a little bit more feminine (as she likes it)
Hmm definitely an idea, but given that I tend to enjoy things going more extreme, not likely >:)
Thank you very much bmb. That means a lot. Repeated karma to you as well sir. I would like to post more than I have been (I know you can relate!). Hopefully things will start to settle down or at least I'd like to think so since it's the start of a new year. I just hope we see a lot more Feminox in 2017!
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There's a concept floating around in the back of my head called "Midnight Snack" that fits in rather well with BMB's last Amy & Brian episode.....
Stay tuned...
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Can not wait jcboyd I was already hooked on your spin off of any working out at the gym sooo hot!
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Wow, it's really been over a year since my last update? I had really hoped to write more in 2017 and am really disappointed I didn't take it more seriously. I guess January is where New Years Resolutions go to die. But, I guess a late update is better than no update.
To everyone still reading, Thank you! I hope you enjoy the new material. This chapter, more or less, begins the third major story arch within the story. As you'll note, it sets itself up to start heading in a certain direction. Some readers may not be on board with it while others will love it; I hope you give it a shot either way. Feedback is always welcome and I hope everyone is off to a great 2018!
BMB
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Fall, 2009
All good things must end, and unfortunately that included our anniversary vacation. A full week of fruity, alcoholic beverages (and a few more dangerous encounters with Feminox's special wine) along with being sprawled on a beach and enjoying rich food was over. Over the course of seven long days, my entire body absolutely ached from the amount of vigorous sex we had. My balls were completely drained and every muscle in my body was sore. And even though it felt like I needed a vacation from my vacation, it was time for us to go back to reality.
As amazing as it was to get away, during the last day or two of our trip, I got the sense that Jen was going a little stir crazy. She was never one to relax, even before her transformation; always studying, always working, mind always buzzing with ideas and the pursuit of scientific knowledge. Her enhancements only seemed to exacerbate those qualities, as the serum amped her energy levels tenfold. We had our fun on the beach, and in the hotel room, but I could tell it was time Jen got back to work.
I was saddened by the premise. Personally, I wanted to stay there forever (and with the amount of money Jen had saved up, we definitely could have). I wanted to enjoy the sun, the eatery, and Jen's enormous man body 24/7; it was all I could have ever dreamed. Going back to my normal life wasn't much different. I relaxed most of the day, drank cocktails, fixed up some tasty meals, lounged by the pool. Living my life as a house-husband was already a vacation in itself, supplemented with the occasional cleaning and laundry job. The main difference was that I was alone. Jen had her busy life as a scientist and test subject for Feminox and I had... Jen. As fulfilling as my life was when Jen was around, it was equally lonely when she was gone.
Fall appeared suddenly, arriving with a brisk chill. Suddenly, absorbing the sun rays by the pool was no longer an option, and as a result, I found myself getting a usual case of cabin fever. My life at home was dull, but at least the monotony could be relieved by the hot sun and the sound of rippling water.
Though the summer weather quickly ceased, Jen's growth did not. Her progress showed no plans of stopping as her height extended upwards to 6'9" and her weight began pushing 290 lbs. She could very well be considered not just one of the biggest women on the planet, but one of the biggest human beings in history.
The idea that my wife could go down in the record books for human size was incredible. Since her body was an obsession for both us, we discussed her growth regularly; I vividly understood her goal for growth. But now that she was exploding upwards, I had to wonder what her end-game was. Was there a point where she would become too big? What were the limits of the Feminox serum and the boosts it could provide? Science could take things to a point, but there was always a limit to what the body could actually handle. There had to be a breaking point, not just for Jen, but for the serum itself.
Considering the implications, I had to wonder what my personal limit was. What level of growth and masculinity would I tolerate? Was it possible for Jen to become so big and so manly that it was too much for me? As I pondered it initially, with my cock raging in my pants, I didn’t think there was such a thing as a limit. Jen had been completely successful in not only breaking me, but warping my sexual desires to the point of no return. But I had to be realistic, right? There still had to be a point where I would realize she had gone too far.
The day went on and I got a start on my usual tasks. I sorted through a pile of Jen’s smelly, damp laundry, separating her workout clothes, business attire, and lingerie. I held up a pair of red, lacy panties, marveling at how large they were; they looked like they would be better suited for an obese woman. Jen’s clothes were cycled out regularly now. Every few weeks, Feminox would pick up old shirts, skirts, and underwear that no longer fit and replace them with new garments. During the last pick-up, they completely forgot to drop off any new bras, or at least I thought they forgot.
“I have no use for bras anymore,” Jen had scoffed, scratching at her hairy abs while she changed. “Does this chest look like it needs any support?” She showcased her masculine, stubbly pecs, and I had lost it; running over to her and jumping into her burly torso with a smile. I was glad to have made Jen late for work that day.
As I continued with the laundry, my phone rang. Brian was calling.
“Hey, Brian,” I answered with delight. “How are you doing?”
“Hey man,” Brian said, “It’s been...uh... good, really good. I know we said we’d stay in touch more often; sorry that I haven’t followed through on that.”
“I know how it is, don’t worry about it,” I assured, “Besides, we were on vacation until recently. We needed the getaway.”
“Well, hey, can we stop by for a bit?” Brian asked, seeming a bit under the weather. “It’d be great to catch up.”
“Absolutely,” I exclaimed, ecstatic for some company. “By we, I assume you mean Amy too?”
“Yeah,” Brian coughed, sounding a bit nervous. “She insists on coming along. She hasn’t seen you since our dinner.”
“Of course,” I beamed, “It’d be great to see her! Come on by whenever it works for you.”
After we hung up, I began to prep the house. I kept it quite clean, given all of my free time, but I wanted it to appear more suitable for guests, and less like a pristine model home that no one actually lived in. I put out some snacks and glasses for drinks.
I began to wonder about Amy and how the Feminox program ended up going for them. When I had last talked to Brian, he mentioned she wasn’t too thrilled with her body changing. He was sad to admit that she was more likely to quit and preserve her good looks than follow through with the trials. I was sad for him; I knew how much Brian was looking forward to Amy getting serious about the serum. But I understood first-hand how taxing the process could be on a relationship. We only lasted because of Jen’s tenacity; I couldn’t imagine they handled the serum well if Amy didn’t even really want to be a part of it.
Another hour went by until the doorbell finally rang. I excitedly went to open the door, only for my jaw to nearly hit the floor at the sight in front of me.
Amy, who I saw only a few months ago, was now nearly unrecognizable. Having witnessed the changes in Jen gave me a keener eye than most at detecting the subtle resemblance. But anyone else running into her in public would have never realized it was her. When we had dinner at our place at the beginning of the summer, Amy was the shortest of us at 5’9”. Now, she was looking down on me. She had to be at least 6’7”
Her once petite body was now thick and wide, muscles bursting through her pink tank top and light brown body hair pillowing out from underneath her exposed armpits. The most prominent feature from her old body, her large bouncy breasts, were almost completely gone. Her bra was nearly flat in her tank top, straining to cover wide pecs that were dotted with chest hair.
Her face was a far cry from the attractive doll she had once been. Amy’s cute little nose had widened, her adorable round cheeks had hardened, and the jaw line protruded outwards; sharp, angular, and handsome. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, which put her receding hairline on display. Her chin was dotted with some light stubble that faded to peach fuzz as it reached further up the sides of her face.
“Hey there, shrimp,” Amy grunted in a deep baritone voice, completely different from her previously high pitched, bubbly tone.
“A-Amy!” I stammered, completely taken aback by the beast before me. “I can hardly tell it’s you! You’re so…”
“Big?” she grinned, “Monstrous? Powerful? Incredible? I know.”
“I-I” I stuttered, still having trouble forming the right words. “I thought you didn’t go through with the Feminox trials? Brian said it wasn’t for you.”
“Brian doesn’t know shit,” she seethed, angry fists forming to her sides. Her attitude was so different than when he last saw her. She had been so sweet, pleasant, and bubbly. Now, he could feel the purified rage boiling within her.
“It was a while ago when I told him that, dear” Brian smiled nervously, frantically defending himself. “Back before you started on the serum full-time.”
“I’m 265 lbs as of this morning.” She beamed with absolute delight, sticking her balled up fists onto her hips, flaring her lats in a heroic pose. “I know I’ve caught up to Jen at this point. Where is she? I want to see her face when she sees me.”
Without waiting for me to wave her in, she shoved me aside easily and stomped into my house, kicking her large shoes off with casual force.
“Oooh Jeeeenn,” Amy called, deep voice echoing through the house, “Where aaare you?”
“She’s at work,” I said, but my words fell upon deaf ears as she continued to search through the house. She stomped through the kitchen, grabbing a large handful of the crouton bacon wraps I had made as an appetizer and greedily shoveled them into her mouth. She smacked and grunted as she continued to search the house, crums falling to the ground as Amy rummaged to the next room.
“Dude,” I asked Brian, eyes wide. “How did she get so big so fast? She’s only been on the program for a few months and she’s exploded!”
Turning back to my friend as he stepped into the house and removed his shoes, I noticed something a bit…off about him. He looked a bit more skinny and pale than usual. And had he always been that short? I knew him to be just shy of 6 feet, but at the moment he looked barely 5’9”.
“Brian,” I said earnestly, looking him over “Are you okay? You look sick. Smaller.”
“Amy’s on the warpath, dude,” Brian stated, clearly shaken. “I have no control over her anymore. She’s so desperate to be bigger than Jen, she took things to the next level. She’s already implemented Sequence Two of the Feminox program.”
“Sequence Two?” I cocked my head, “What the hell does that mean? Jen’s never said anything about a Sequence Two…”
“You really don’t know their plans?” Brian asked in a hushed whisper, making sure Amy couldn’t overhear. “I thought because Jen was your wife, you would be in the loop.”
“She doesn’t share a lot of details from work,” I admitted, leaning in, “She really only tells me stuff on a need to know basis.”
“Dude,” Brian took me by the arm, steadying me from his words, and also helping to steady himself. “They can gain size and power at an even faster pace by literally draining it from us.”
My heart sank.
“I didn't realize what it would do to me,” Brian stammered, shaken. “But then my pants stopped fitting, my shoes started slipping off my feet… It wasn’t until Amy admitted it that I realized what was happening. Every time we have sex, she takes a little bit from me.”
Amy stomped around the house and came back towards the entry way. Seeing a pair of Jen’s giant heels sitting on the ground, she slipped her foot in. She gritted her teeth.
“Dammit,” she growled, “How big is that bitch? My feet still don’t fill out her shoes.”
“Um, I don’t know,” I shrugged, lying. I knew exactly how large Jen was; measuring her was almost a form of foreplay to us. But I had a feeling Amy would only get angrier if I told her Jen was 6’9” and just shy of 300 lbs. For some reason, Amy’s mind still considered Jen to be at the same height and weight as when she last saw her. Her mind clearly wasn’t thinking straight.
“Stupid bitch,” Amy seethed. “She grew, didn’t she? Well, that just won’t do. I need to be bigger.”
Where was this sudden anger coming from? She had an immense competitive drive towards Jen for some reason.
“Hey, little man,” Amy aimed herself towards me, hulking with enormous breaths that made her appear on the edge of an emotional explosion. “I’m hungry. Fix me something to eat.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but Brian’s grip tightened on my forearm as he locked eyes with me. He shook his head subtly; a warning of what would happen if I didn’t do what Amy demanded. Swallowing my words, I walked over to the kitchen to heat up some chicken breasts that had been thawing for Jen’s dinner. Amy nodded with satisfaction and continued her rampage through our house, up to Jen’s room.
“Brian,” I stammered, “What the hell is going on with her? She’s nothing like how she was a few months ago. Even Jen’s personality didn’t change that much.”
Brian cleared his throat. “Some of the scientists at Feminox have been theorizing that Amy’s, uh, intelligence level led to a lesser degree of control over her emotions. She’s ruled by her thoughts, impulses, and drives, whereas Jenny can keep a lid on that sort of thing.”
Did that mean that Jen felt this same persistent attitude that Amy was displaying? Jen had always been a smart and rational person. That persona, apparently, gave her a greater degree of power over those feelings. Where Jen had worked and matured her way towards her power, Amy was a 4-year-old suddenly given a Queendom; she didn’t have the mental capacity to be responsible with her newfound gifts.
From above, I could hear Amy’s loud, heavy footsteps upstairs. After placing the chicken breasts in the oven, I turned back to Brian, noting how much smaller he looked. The differences were subtle, but his mood gave a large indicator. He looked drained, softer, and exhausted.
“Sequence Two, huh?” I said, hoping to prompt more from him. Brian averted his gaze but spoke up. He seemed a little more composed now that Amy wasn’t near, but he winced whenever a crashing noise came from upstairs.
“I was so excited for her to take the serum seriously,” Brian said sheepishly. “I really do like her big, strong, and dominant. But this is further than I ever thought it’d go. Had I known about Sequence Two, I wouldn’t have pushed her into this.”
“I’m sorry, Brian,” I felt extremely guilty for the situation. “I brought this whole Feminox world into your life.”
“No, no, these were my choices that led to this,” Brian shook his head. “I saw the signs and I still pushed Amy further for my own enjoyment.”
“Are you okay?” I asked earnestly, “I can talk to Jen. Maybe she can do something about this.”
“I don’t think you understand, dude,” Brian said, “Jen is one of the leads on serum research. Sequence Two is something that she’s been in on from the get-go. I’m surprised she hasn’t implemented it with you yet; you don’t seem any smaller.”
I didn’t feel any different. Last I checked, I was still the same height and weight. I had softened a little from my lax lifting schedule, but I was confident that was the only really change. And besides, Jen wouldn’t do something like that to me. Especially without telling me.
“No, Jen wouldn’t do that to me,” I said with wavering confidence. “She loves me; she would understand that there is a line there that she shouldn’t cross.”
“I thought Amy was still the sweet girl I’ve known for years,” Brian scoffed, a weak smile forming for a brief second. “And you’ve seen how she’s changed. We can’t predict what they’ll do anymore; the serum has done some serious work on them. Hell, Amy bragged about Sequence Two to my face! She told me what was going to happen and then laughed while she overpowered me and coaxed me into sex. I’ve been helpless to prevent it.”
There was a truth to what Brian was saying, even if I didn’t want to hear it. The Feminox serum had changed Jen so drastically. Even though Jen retained most of her personality, there was no doubt she was addicted to the dominance and the control. I had to admit that it was possible Jen fully intended to begin stealing my size, whether I approved of it or not. But was this really the future that Feminox wanted? What Jen wanted? Did they really intend for women on the serum to literally take mass and strength away from men?
My mind raced with so many questions, I almost didn’t hear the oven beeping. Either the sound, or the smell of fresh meat, called Amy back downstairs. He stomped down with a huff, face red and veiny with rage.
“That fucking bitch is way bigger than she was over the summer.” Amy growled. Her bulging muscles glistened with a layer of sweat. She was rummaging like mad upstairs. “I looked at her pants and shirts; I’d have to guess she’s 6’9” or so, isn’t that right?”
She made eye contact with me, which caused my heart to skip and a sinking feeling to settle in my gut. I just shrugged in response to her question, which she didn’t appreciate. Her feet crashed against the ground as she strutted over to me, looming several inches above my head. She certainly didn’t outsize me the same way that Jen did, but she was clearly unhinged, which made her all the more intimidating.
“Tell me, shrimp,” she gritted her teeth, poking a large finger firmly into my sternum. As I stumbled back, she grabbed a piping hot chicken breast from the pan with one hand and tore into it, smacking and chewing loudly. “Tell me how big she is. Or this chicken won’t be my only meal.”
“You were right.” I stuttered, trying to recollect myself. “She’s 6’9”. 290 lbs as of last night.”
“That roided cunt,” Amy bellowed, suddenly gripping me by the arms and lifting me off the ground with ease. I shook in her powerful grasp, unsure of what she would do to me. Familiar feelings of being dominated by Jen took over and, to my chagrin, I found the bulge in my pants growing. My body had betrayed me.
“Ha,” Amy let out a belly laugh, as she continued to suspend me mid-air. “What a sissy pervert, you are. Maybe I should help you out with that. I could steal all your size away so there’s none left for Jen!”
She eyed my package with lust and licked her lips, fat and gristle from the chicken still leaking down her chin.
“Babe,” Brian interrupted, laying his small hands on her overly large ones. “Please don’t do that to him. Why don’t we go back to our place, and I’ll cook you some steaks. We can make love all night and you can take all the size that you want from me.”
Amy grinned and grunted with approval, tossing me to the ground without a care. I gasped at the pain of being slammed into the floor, but was glad to have escaped. Brian gave me a look of sorrow as he led Amy out of the house. On her way out, she paused and growled, driving her fist into the dry wall, creating a hole. She removed her dusty fist and pointed at me.
“You tell your meathead wife that I’m coming for her,” Amy warned. “She’s done being the biggest.”
With that, she strutted away, dragging Brian by the arm. I felt guilty for what Brian was going through. There was no way I wasn’t going to demand an explanation from Jen and make her find a way to help him. Or at least, even with my lack of hold over Jen, I could find a way to convince her.
How had Amy been affected so drastically and so suddenly? And why was she so obsessed with being bigger than Jen? She had only been on the serum for a handful of months and hadn’t even taken it all the seriously for the first several weeks. And now, she saw Jen as an enemy of some kind? As competition?
My eyes widened as the explanation snapped into my brain. It all became clear to me; I recalled Jen’s discussion from months ago, about her societal theory and its dynamic ecosystems. Two Alphas simply can’t coexist in the same environment. One will need to assert dominance over the other and take its place at the top.
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Well talk about starting the new year off with a bang what a start! Looking forwards to this new story arch
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Another great chapter! Amazing writing as usual BMB! Superb description, I love lines like,".....some light stubble that faded to peach fuzz as it reached further up..." That's so hot!! I could go on and on with more examples, but I'll stop myself with that one. It sounds like Amy has a very legitimate chance at surpassing Jen with her current obsessive attitude. Love the way she came in and dominated the house like that. Really hot stuff! Definitely looking forward to the next update! Have some karma sir.
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It took a long time. But it's great to read a new chapter. I like the new direction as it give new chance for new chapters.
So I hope we will soon get some more.
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You're back! Amazing update! k++
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Thank you so much everyone for the kind words! And of course for sticking with the story this long, even after the droughts of content. I've already been working on the next chapter! Keep the comments/feedback coming, I always appreciate hearing your opinions!
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Great new chapter!
Enjoy everything you have done so far.
Would love a scene where Jennifer compares her her clit to her husband's penis.
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Is there an ETA on the next chapter? I can hardly wait. I want Jen and Amy to meet after all their growth.
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Can't wait to read the next update. I know it will be awesome!
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"My eyes widened as the explanation snapped into my brain. It all became clear to me; I recalled Jen’s discussion from months ago, about her societal theory and its dynamic ecosystems. Two Alphas simply can’t coexist in the same environment. One will need to assert dominance over the other and take its place at the top."
Jen has plans to change the whole planet with feminox? I'm fully onboard on it.
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Can not WAIT! for the next instalment of this tale. Great story right the way threw. And the latest twist has me on the edge of my seat.
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Hello everyone. This is a shorter chapter for today, but I'm happy I at least had the time to write and post. I mentioned in my last post that I'm trying to write more often, and even if that means posting shorter chapters, I think it's an improvement over posting no chapters at all! Thanks to all who continue to read and support; your comments and feedback is always appreciated! This segment takes place immediately after the last chapter and is more of a framework for where the story is headed. Sorry if it isn't too exhilarating, but as you all know, I love a good build up!
A soft hum came from overhead. The house's automatic heating had kicked in. Since Amy's violent departure, the front door still swayed open, allowing the cool fall breeze to circumvent the living room. The heater did it's best to combat the sudden influx of cold, since I couldn't be bothered to get up and close the door. Instead, I just sat on the couch, lost in my thoughts.
I was concerned about Amy and what the serum had done to her. I was worried about Brian and how Amy seemed to be treating him. I had so many questions about Sequence Two and what was going on with Feminox; I needed to find a way to confront Jen about all of it. A task that was much easier to think about than it was to actually do. When your wife is 6'9" and pushing 300 lbs of titanic muscle, and happens to sport coarser chest hair than you, the last thing you want is to get into a fight.
Witnessing Amy's sudden attitude change also made me wary of Jen. Amy had been the sweetest girl. She was always bubbly and friendly, giving hugs to people she barely met. Now, she was fierce, destructive, and was purposefully draining Brian of his size and strength so she could selfishly have it all. Her fixation with outgrowing Jen was sudden; it made me curious if Jen could be pushed to such mental extremes without any warning. Jen had always had a lid on her emotions, while it was clear that Amy had always been impulsive and reckless, even as a petite, ditz. Was Jen a ticking time bomb, just waiting to go off?
It wasn't as if Jen's attitude was the same either. On the Feminox serum, she was colder, angrier, domineering, condescending, and always had a pocket of buried rage stirring within her. But overall, she was still in control, right? On vacation, the morning after she had gotten drunk on Feminox wine, her hangover had dulled her sensibilities and transformed her into a wild animal. What if Jen's grasp on her personality, as impressive as it was, had been slipping every day, little by little? What kind of monster would she become if she finally relinquished that control and gave into the serum?
I sat alone in our big, empty house, staring blankly into the corner of the room, drifting in and out of lucid thought. Hours must have passed; soon, I heard the sound of SUV tires scraping up our long driveway.
"Babe, why is the door open?" Jen called, deep voice reverberating through the entry way. I heard her crashing footsteps walk into the house; the stomping stopped for a moment, likely as Jen inspected the fresh hole in the drywall, then continued towards the living room.
"Amy and Brian stopped by," I said blankly, licking my lips nervously. "Amy has, uh, changed quite a bit since I last saw her. It seems that Sequence Two has been a big success."
Jen froze, scowl burned on her handsome face. It was normally difficult to tell when Jen was frowning; her face's natural state seemed to be a vicious snarl, corners of the lips tugged down, masculine chin jutted out stoically. But there was no mistaking Jen's current mood; cold, calculated anger.
"Where did you about Sequence Two?" Jen likely wanted to ask. But instead, she just stared; mean, unblinking eyes piercing me down to my soul. She was the most intelligent person I knew, which meant she was already figuring out exactly what was going on.
"Did she hurt you?" Jen asked instead, meaty hands curling into mighty fists. Though many emotions were running through me, I was happy that Jen placed a priority on making sure I was okay. Still, I had to hold my ground and get her to talk.
"I'm fine," I stated, "Brian isn't as lucky. She's huge now, Jen. Amy's only a few inches shorter than you and she boasted she was 265 pounds. She's gained at such an accelerated rate; even by Feminox standards. Please, be honest with me; was Sequence Two your idea?"
Jen's fists remained tightly coiled, as if she could erupt at any moment and turn this entire house into a pile of rubble. But, her shoulders loosened slightly and her massive body slumped down hard onto the couch, taking a seat next to me. She took one of her large gorilla hands and set it gently on my leg.
"Yes," Jen grumbled lowly, "I incepted it, and I've been working on it as a side project with the help of a select few researchers. It was never supposed to be implemented in this way. I think one of my researchers has been trying to get ahead and take the department out from under me. I've been suspecting it for a while. She's been working closely with Amy almost non-stop. She likely stole Sequence Two and administered it with Amy's serum. She wants Amy to show better results than my own testing. Then she can appeal to the board that the department should be hers to run."
"It's more than that, Jen," I winced, "It's not just workplace politics anymore. Amy wasn't just some clueless guinea pig; she knew exactly what was happening, and she didn't care. She's hell-bent on outgrowing you, and Brian is going to suffer because of it."
"She's not going to outgrow me," Jen assured, teeth gritted. The very mention of someone being bigger than her boiled her blood. "I won't let her."
"Why were you developing Sequence Two?" I blurted, curiosity pushing me into uncharted territory. "The serum started off as a way for you to research breakthroughs in medicine. A year ago, you had given me such a passionate speech about saving the world and curing diseases. But now, it's turned into a device to drain men of their size? What could possibly be the purpose?"
"We live in a fucked up world, babe," Jen shook her head, bulging neck muscles not allowing for much movement. "Men have been at the forefront of society throughout history, and women have suffered for it. And why? For no other reason than physical prowess and aggression. The only way to fix what is broken is to shift the balance."
"How does that solve anything?" I exclaimed, my own temper being tested. "Shifting the balance only means the scales are still tipped. So what, women take over? You all grow bigger and stronger than us? You become world leaders and control the world? And what then? The world is still in disarray, people are still corrupt, and society is still shitty and biased. Nothing changes, only this time, men suffer."
"No," Jen barked gruffly, "we will be better. We can change things and have a suitable world for everyone. While the serum has become a focus due to its extreme breakthroughs, its testing has led to a lot of discoveries in medicine and health. We can still combat disease and suffering; in fact, we could cure the world of its major illnesses right now if we released it to the public."
"Then why don't you?"
"Because men would ruin it," Jen's hammy fists, once again, curled into massive balls, and her deep voice grew louder. "In their corporate greed and positions of power, they would not use the medicines responsibly. They would use it for profit, or our nation would keep it to themselves, hoping to use it as leverage in a dick measuring contest with other countries. Men are too focused on money, war, and dominance. They can't see the bigger picture. So, before our medical breakthroughs go public, we need to ensure women are in positions high up, to actually use our studies for good, not for gain."
I could have spoken up about Jen's changing persona, and her increased masculinity. I could have ranted on how ironic it was that she had basically become a man in appearance, attitude, and dominance, and how Feminox's dream of enhancing women would simply put new "men" in seats of power, and nothing would change. But Jen was tenacious, self-assured, and a borderline genius. She likely knew all of this.
"You know I will support you, no matter what," I muttered, placing my hand on her hairy forearm. "I've loved you throughout your transformation and changes, even during the times where I was confused and uncertain. Ultimately, you've changed our lives for the better, and I trust you. But, is Sequence Two really the answer?"
"It is," she frowned and grunted, seeming to conclude the matter.
"Jen," I swallowed, forming the courage to ask the very question I wasn't sure I wanted an answer to. "Were you ever going to use Sequence Two on me?"
My wife was quiet for a moment. A long moment. I nearly shook with anticipation, waiting for her to speak up and address me.
"If I'm being honest," Jen admitted, scratching at her scruffy chin, "I've thought about it for a while. I could have administered it with my regular doses, in small amounts at first. For the first few weeks, you wouldn't even notice anything unless you were watching your measurements like a hawk. But, in time, you'd become suspicious of the change in your size. It wouldn't put you in any danger, and I figured you'd be excited at the prospect of me growing even bigger, even faster."
Jen's words were slightly shocking. She really had been considering using Sequence Two on me, without me knowing. Slowly stealing my size to make herself bigger and stronger. She was right about one thing, the idea of her getting even larger, heavier, and more muscular at an accelerated rate was intoxicating. Just from picturing it, my cock formed a tent in my pants.
"But," Jen continued, "I decided against it. It would be dishonest to you and I wouldn't want to betray your trust."
I sighed with relief, though a part of me wondered what it would feel like to become slightly smaller, all while Jen continued to grow. I conjured an image in my mind of the contrast between our bodies. Mine: little, dainty and frail. Jen's: gigantic, muscled, and manly. I pictured us lying in bed, my world suddenly surrounded by my wife's immense, burly torso. How easy it would be to get lost in all of her muscle and flesh, to be completely engulfed by her beef. The fantasy wasn't unpleasant. But I shook the thought from my head and snapped back to our conversation.
"How can we help Brian," I asked, hoping Jen would show a semblance of mercy.
"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do," she shrugged, her mighty traps and neck bulging from her movement of her rising, bowling ball shoulders. "Amy's serum has already been melded with Sequence Two and the researcher gunning for my seat is fully supporting her. I don't have any authority over them."
"Amy's not going to stop until she outgrows you," I shook my head, "And Brian will continue to suffer. Jen, I know you don't want to hear it, but what if she does get bigger than you? She's grown so fast, there is no way she won't continue past you at both of your current rates."
"Well," Jen said calmly, her bass voice a low rumbling in her sternum, "I can up my dosage at the lab. I've been meaning to for a while, but have been waiting for a few more test results to come back before making the change. But, you're right, ultimately with Sequence Two, she will eventually surpass me. But that's my burden and my problem to fix. Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, my sweet husband."
She leaned down and placed her lips on my cheek, her unshaven face tickling mine with its scratchy, short hairs.
"I'm starving," Jen blurted, reaching down to scratch her pubes through her work blouse. "Where's my chicken?"
"Funny story," I laughed nervously, "Amy ate your dinner during her rampage through our house."
"That bitch." Jen's eyes flared with anger, though she formed a grin on her handsome face. Part of me knew she was serious though; no one touched Jen's food and got away with it.
For the rest of the evening, Jen was quiet. During her meal she kept her thoughts to herself, likely calculating what she was going to do about Amy. After her meal, she insisted that I give her some head while she continued to ponder on the situation. I happily obliged, working Jen's bloated clit in my mouth while she grunted in satisfaction and rubbed her furry roid belly.
That night, as we cuddled naked in bed, my body wrapped up against her beefy man torso, my mind also swam with anxiety. I worried about Brian and what was happening to him. Mostly though, I was infuriated by Amy and the idea of her outgrowing Jen. My wife's growing, dominant body wasn't just her point of pride, but mine as well. And the idea of that being slipped out from under her made me upset and nervous. Amy and Jen had become two competing Alphas in a delicate ecosystem, and I was wrapped up in the contest. It was my prerogative, as a lover and a husband, to support my Alpha, in any way that I could.
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Awesome chapter. We will take any update you have to offer. Great work as usual. K+
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Great chapter as usual bmb! I really like that a shorter chapter to you is longer than some of the other writers normal chapters! This build up is nice and I think I can see where things are headed. However it turns out, I know I'll enjoy the ride! Curious to see what Jen is gonna do to Amy for eating her dinner. Also anxious to see the final showdown. Will they just fight or maybe they'll go to the gym and see who can out lift the other... Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself! It's not like I want this story to ever end.
Please drag this story out with as many emasculating, lifting, sex, domination, work out, muscle description, out in public, etc. scenes as you can think of!!! :)
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It would be really nice if we got see her affectionate/caring side more often. I can't help but feel that our protagonist is letting himself get walked all over. Just my two cents, keep up the good work BMB.
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is it bad i would like to see a case study from feminox showing the effects of phase 2 on a.. and i do not use this term in a degrading meaning... "normal" women. and showing her transition into a muscular beast
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is it bad i would like to see a case study from feminox showing the effects of phase 2 on a.. and i do not use this term in a degrading meaning... "normal" women. and showing her transition into a muscular beast
Have you read the story from the beginning? Jen and Amy were both normal women before they started on feminox and Amy is already on phase two. I imagine if Jen hasn't already started phase two, she soon will. >:D
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is it bad i would like to see a case study from feminox showing the effects of phase 2 on a.. and i do not use this term in a degrading meaning... "normal" women. and showing her transition into a muscular beast
Have you read the story from the beginning? Jen and Amy were both normal women before they started on feminox and Amy is already on phase two. I imagine if Jen hasn't already started phase two, she soon will. >:D
I think he means "no phase 1 treatment", whatsoever. Just a normal woman being subjected to the Phase 2 formula.
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Thanks for all the positive comments everyone! I'm excited for what's to come and glad so many are still reading and enjoying!
is it bad i would like to see a case study from feminox showing the effects of phase 2 on a.. and i do not use this term in a degrading meaning... "normal" women. and showing her transition into a muscular beast
Have you read the story from the beginning? Jen and Amy were both normal women before they started on feminox and Amy is already on phase two. I imagine if Jen hasn't already started phase two, she soon will. >:D
I think he means "no phase 1 treatment", whatsoever. Just a normal woman being subjected to the Phase 2 formula.
Going to give this one a RAFO :)
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What’s RAFO? Is it good?
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What’s RAFO? Is it good?
I believe it stands for Read And Find Out
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Can't wait until your next update. They are always so good!
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Been enjoying re reading this story over on a difrent website ( not allowed to say what site) even with how old it is still one of the best of its kind.
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Small post with BMB's permission....
My modest contribution to the fabulous BMB's "My Wife Jennifer" universe ("Losing a Battle With Chemicals Over Moderation: A Brian and Amy Side Story") is ready and posted here http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.15
Set after Amy quits Wiley's, but before the confrontation at Jen's house in BMB's last chapter, this is a bit of a backstory on how Amy and Brian stumbled into Sequence 2 - so vividly shown by BMB in his last chapter of "My Wife Jennifer"
I hope you enjoy "Midnight Snack". I was lucky to have the proofing and feedback from BMB himself and am honored that this little story kicks off a final arc of the My Wife Jennifer series. Look for upcoming chapters from BMB in the coming weeks building to an epicly satisfying finale!
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A Brian and Amy Side Story". Just got it. Great.
I hope there will be some more side stories keeping the story alive.
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It's really been that long since my last update? Yikes. Sorry everyone. I promise I work on the story when I can. I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist and do lots of revisions and shuffling until I get the story beats just right. After a long number of years, I'm about ready to conclude this story, so I'll definitely be leading up to that very very soon. Anyways, this is another Amy and Brian chapter, and I hope you all enjoy!
Amy's deep voice rang through the bedroom as her titanic thighs clasped against Brian's torso, creating a prison of beef around him from which he could not escape. He closed his eyes tight, putting all his effort into resisting orgasm, but his body betrayed him bit by bit with every passing second. Being pinned under Amy's immense weight was so intensely erotic, his cock was as hard as it could possibly get, despite the horror that sank within him.
As Amy's slick, man-eating cunt swallowed his dick again and again, he was forced to admire her indisputable size and masculinity. As she bounced away, his view was filled with the sight of meaty, scruffy muscles dancing and gyrating in the dim bedroom lighting. In any other situation, he'd be in absolute heaven. But any other situation wouldn't result in him losing more of his size and strength to his dominating girlfriend turned botched science experiment.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Amy screamed, her voice deep and gravely as she slammed a fist above the headrest, causing the drywall to crunch and collapse beneath her mighty punch. Her show of strength and brutality terrified Brian, and yet, once again his body betrayed him, powerless to resist her intoxicating dominance. Literally scared stiff, Brian was helpless to do nothing under Amy’s heavy, sweaty body, except enjoy the ride. Amy's "love-making" was selfish, angry, and oh so pleasurable. He felt himself nearing orgasm as his will to keep fighting drifted away.
The details of the past several hours had been lost to him. He had no idea how many times they had fucked and just how much of himself he ended up giving to her. Oddly enough, Brian couldn’t help but feel proud at how many times he had cum in a single night. A younger, more naive version of himself would have happily written that down in the record books. His refractory period was ridiculously short, though he knew he had his attraction to Amy’s body to thank for it. As scary as she had become, he had never been more turned on in his life.
Mixed emotions swam through his head; the situation was a horror show and his living situation was abusive. His body was paying a hefty price, but, at the same time, Amy was like a dream to him; a true muscle freak, massive beyond his wildest fantasies. He stopped trying to fathom how he was so rock hard for such an insane, masculine look on his brutish girlfriend. There was no denying how much he loved what she had become. Though, he could have done without her ridiculous mood swings and her apparent lack of care for his personal well-being.
He found it sickly funny how it was so much easier to reconcile their relationship and focus on the positives when he was on the verge of climaxing. With his brain swimming in endorphins from the constant sex with his controlling man-creature of a girlfriend, it almost felt natural to make excuses on Amy’s behalf and convince himself he was happy, and that this was what he always wanted.
“Cum already, you little bitch!” Amy howled as she tightened her monstrous pussy, squeezing his cock between the python grip of her cunt muscles. Her deep command combined with the sudden force on his dick sent Brian over the edge. He completely lost control and relinquished himself to the pleasure, yelling blissfully as he shot streams of his spunk into Amy’s wet, hairy, muscle-packed snatch.
He collapsed as his moans descended into quiet whimpers. As the ecstasy of his orgasm faded, the pain and panic returned in equal parts. His body was worn, bruised, and probably broken somewhere. How many times was that? Five? Twelve? His memory was a blur of sweat and muscles and he had almost no recollection of how much time had passed since Amy dragged him back to the apartment like a caveman and began her endless onslaught of muscle powered sex.
“Finally,” Amy grunted, climbing off of Brian’s limp body. “I’m hungry.”
Amy’s massive naked body stomped out of the bedroom towards the kitchen, the crashing from her heavy, clumsy feet vibrating the overhead fan. Brian laid on the bed, soaked in a circle of Amy’s sweat, completely sore yet still hazy. He hoped they had food left in the fridge, otherwise Amy would force him to cook something for her, and he just didn’t have the energy to move at the moment. He just wanted to lay on the damp, nearly busted mattress and fall asleep.
The clanging of dishes rang from the other room, which seemed to indicate Amy had found something to devour. Good. He just needed time to rest. It wouldn’t take her long to consume a meal like a crazed lion, but even the slightest moment of reprieve was a blessing. The world around him dimmed as his eyes closed, sending him into a much-needed slumber.
He woke to the sound of Amy crashing heavily around the living room. The sounds of Amy’s chaos always startled him, but he wasn’t concerned. At this point, he had become used to the destructive way that Amy conducted her daily activities. Within her, a storm of pure rage was always brewing, and that energy unleashed itself regularly. Even the slightest annoyance was enough to cause a brand new hole to be punched in the drywall or for another piece of furniture to be smashed to splinters. He knew it was the least of his worries, but he hoped that he could get his deposit back on the apartment someday. At this rate though, the entire place would need to be renovated after housing his beastly girl.
The footsteps grew louder as Amy’s herculean body proceeded down the hallway, her immense silhouette suddenly taking over the entire doorway to the bedroom, casting a long, wide shadow onto the bed where Brian remained motionless.
Brian tensed. He hadn’t had enough time to recover. She couldn’t want more already, could she? Unfortunately, he knew the answer to that question. Amy always wanted more; she was completely insatiable. When it came to her body, her diet, or the simple pleasures of the flesh, she could never have enough. She smirked at the way he squirmed in the bed, terrified from her presence. A satisfied grin crossed her lips, forming on her masculine, bulky-jawed face.
“I’m going out.” Amy said plainly.
As Brian’s vision adjusted, he could start to make out the details of Amy’s silhouette. She had gotten dressed but wasn’t clad in much clothing. She wore a grey tank top that was already beginning to darken from her sweat and showcased her beefy man-pecs, as well as some black spandex leggings that had split in several places from her uncontainable growth.
With how quickly Amy’s body was exploding to greater size, she had apparently given up on replacing her smaller clothes. Her tree-trunk thighs had forced the seams of the spandex apart, and as a result, the leggings clung on for dear life. Brian had a feeling that simply walking would be enough to shred those leggings to ribbons, and he suspected that Amy didn’t care. That wouldn’t stop her from proudly strutting down the street, scaring young children and giving the elderly heart attacks as they laid eyes on the massive freak in their path.
As she eyed Brian hungrily, he could see the bulge that formed around her groin area. A sizable nub formed in her spandex, clear evidence of her arousal. Amy’s clit had become a monster in its own right, a bulky knot of sex that engorged whenever she was turned on and was extra sensitive to stimulation. She went absolutely wild whenever Brian sucked on it, and she found it extra fun to smother his face with her jungle of pubic hair during the process.
“Where are you going?” Brian’s voice was meek and hoarse. He was grateful to have the extra time to rest, but his curiosity couldn’t be helped. If something was going to drag Amy away from raucous sex and more food, it had to be important.
“Feminox,” Amy scoffed in her deep voice, “Gotta meet up with my science lady. She’s been experimenting with the formula. She promised to make me even more huge!”
As Amy said it, she went into a crab flex, bringing her arms down and straining her mighty pecs, which formed extreme striations among the hair covered beef-cleavage. With no evidence of any fatty tissue, her chest was completely void of breasts and all traces of femininity. Amy had a pair of pecs that would make the Mr. Olympia contestants run home crying and cause lumberjacks to rethink their profession. The sight was truly magnificent and caused Brian’s cock to jump despite everything it had already endured.
Her bicep veins wrapped around her arms like crazy straws, making themselves known even through her dense forest of forearm fur. A few more veins webbed across her sweaty forehead and she showed her teeth in a grotesque snarl. Her mouth was accentuated by her dusting of facial hair that peppered her cheeks and chin. At Brian’s request, she had kept the scruff under control, but it didn’t take long for it to be back with a vengeance. It also wouldn’t have shocked him if she had just decided to ignore him altogether; it wasn’t as if he could sway Amy’s opinion anymore.
Brian’s heart raced at the statuesque display of godhood before him, both out of terror and undeniable arousal. It was a good thing she wasn’t flexing her legs, or those spandex would completely disintegrate. At the same time, he was a bit disappointed not to get another peak at her bulging quads that framed her hungry cunt and throbbing clit. As much as he wanted that image to linger in his head, he needed to focus on the present matter.
“Amy, aren’t you a bit worried you might be going too far?” Brian said nervously, his voice coming across as a whimper. “I’m worried about you. You’ve changed so much. Can’t you see what you’re doing? To me? To yourself?”
The look on Amy’s face, if it were even possible, deformed into an even more enraged scowl as a fire lit behind her intense eyes. Brian sunk as deep as he could into the sweat-soaked mattress, a vain attempt to escape her horrifying stare. He wasn’t sure where his sudden confidence had come from, but he immediately regretted his moment of candidacy as the weight of Amy’s angry stare bore into him.
“Too far?” Amy growled, her words jumbled behind gritted teeth. “There is no such thing as too far. Do you think you get a body like this by worrying about going too far?”
She continued her flex, her delts flaring to a degree Brian didn’t think was possible. She was so incredible. For a moment, Brian just wanted to go to her, to latch onto her titanic body and lick every square-inch of her dense muscles. He was urged to throw all consequences to the wind and let Amy ravage him out of existence. If he had the strength to move from the bed, he might not have been able to control himself. But, with a deep breath, he tore his gaze away from his massive she-beast.
“I’m just worried about you,” Brian squeaked out through tired lungs. “I just don’t want to lose the Amy that I love.”
“My whole life has been useless, Brian,” Amy yelled, her meaty fists tightening into wrecking balls, ready to drive repeatedly into the walls. “I spent years being boring and pathetic, going from disappointment to disappointment. Stuck in lame jobs, surrounded by horrible friends, always being told I was too ditzy and air-headed to do anything. You don’t know what it’s like to finally feel powerful after a life of being stepped on. It’s incredible. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I can never stop. I need more.”
He understood Amy. He really did. It was why he loved her and had even asked her to marry him. He pictured a life together with her forever, and that kind of love stemmed from true insight into who she was. She was always insecure, despite her cute appearance and bubbly personality. Brian knew how Amy was tortured from a lifetime of being told she didn’t have enough talent to do anything of note and people treating her like a dumb blonde. But what she was doing to herself now; it was a step beyond just trying to prove the naysayers wrong. She was on a path of pure destruction, and he worried that she liked it a bit too much.
“But babe,” Brian said defensively, “You’re hurting the people around you. And you’re hurting me. I know I said I’d do anything to help you grow and become even greater, but this is getting out of hand. Can’t you see what the serum is doing to my body? You’ve taken so much from me, I can hardly move. I thought you loved me and that you wanted to marry me? So we could be happy together forever, without caring about what anyone else thinks.”
It wasn’t the first time Brian had this talk with Amy. When he realized what Amy’s Sequence Two serum was doing to him, he had confronted her. He tried anger, he tried pleading, he tried reasoning. None of it worked on her single-tracked mind, which had become so manipulated by the strength she was being offered, it refused to hear any other argument. Still, Brian hoped it wouldn’t hurt to give it another shot. Or rather, that it wouldn’t hurt more than it already did.
He had tried to reach Amy; not the monstrous muscle creature standing before him, but the sweet girl that he had fallen in love with. The girl that he had proposed to. He had also noted how she’d stopped wearing the engagement ring. He knew it wasn’t out of any sign of malice towards their relationship; rather her finger had just become too thick and meaty for (as Amy put it) “a puny metal circle.” Still, the symbolism of what the ring stood for felt lost when Amy kept it shoved away in a drawer.
There was a look on Amy’s face, for just a fleeting moment. A sign of something he hadn’t seen in months. It was something...human. A small, barely distinguishable flash of the woman she used to be. The sweet, bubbly girl that he had fallen for; the innocent girlfriend he had unfortunately dragged into this whole mess due to his deranged desires.
She looked at Brian; really looked at him for the first time in a while. And for that moment, she seemed to recognize the sorry state that he was in; his brittle, diminishing body and how her power-hungry obsession was literally draining him. The brutish body standing in the doorway relaxed and her eyes were sympathetic and sincere as she looked upon him with pity.
But that visage faded quickly and the hard, monstrous thing that called itself “Amy” returned, staring at him with hungry, inhuman eyes. The familiar gritted teeth formed and her road-map of veins surged as her body was fueled by pure, barely contained rage yet again.
“I do love you, babe. But I need this.” Amy gave a rough nod, “I need more and I won’t stop until I have it all. I won’t stop until that whore Jen knows her place. I won’t stop until this whole world can be crushed between my thighs like a soda can. I thought you understood me. I thought you of all people would support me until the end.”
Brian frowned and rolled over in the bed, facing away from the titanic woman as she turned to stomp back down the hallway and out the door. The mix of emotions he felt couldn’t be quantified. He was angry at her for doing this to him without a single care, but he was also angry at himself for pushing her into Feminox in the first place. He was sad to see how his body was being used like a battery to power Amy’s hungry growth and he was aggravated at how helpless he felt.
And somewhere, within the recesses of his mind, he was also aroused and excited; Amy’s body was something his most ridiculous kinks had conjured up, and to see it realized in the flesh, no matter the cost, was something truly spectacular. Most people went their entire lives without the bravery or ability to really find true sexual bliss and live out their fantasies, and he had to at least appreciate that he could count himself among the few that had brought their sexual dreams to life.
Regardless of the agony that surrounded his thoughts and his aching, dwindling muscles, he felt an uncontainable attraction to Amy in her beast-like state. As uncaring and cold as she had become, something about her attitude only added to the dominance and power of her stature. The sheer imbalance of their relationship was destroying him, but he was addicted to it. He felt like he’d give anything to see her become just a bit bigger, just a bit meaner, and just a bit more masculine. And that desire was never quelled.
But even then, he knew that the cost was too great. His body and his life were on the line; he needed to save himself. He needed to get out. First, he just needed the energy to do so. Brian sighed and let himself drift back to sleep, knowing that Amy would never love him for more than the body she was draining day by day. Fully understanding the situation, he knew he had to leave. He just hoped he had the strength and courage to make the tough decision, and that his wild fantasies wouldn’t convince him to stay just a little longer.
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I love this story! Your writing style is one of the best I have ever seen, can't wait for the next chapter!
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I love this story, Jen is so beastly yet seems to at least share her husbands intrests or at least considers his thoughts....seems like a realistic scenario that I would love to be in one day! Great job👍🏻
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Additions to this story are oh so sweet.
Hope we can get some measurements on Amy soon! Her and Jen must be getting close to 7'.
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Thanks for reading and for commenting! With the finale fast approaching, I'll certainly give more detailed updates on height/weight changes. I'd love to give a capture of the original and final statistics as well.
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Comparisons of the starting and end points sounds like a great idea. Amy's will probably be the most impressive given she was smaller to begin with, but I would love to see Jen's too.
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Thanks for reading and for commenting! With the finale fast approaching, I'll certainly give more detailed updates on height/weight changes. I'd love to give a capture of the original and final statistics as well.
AWESOME story BMB, I hope you keep it going....I’m soooo in love with Jen and her body! :woohoo:
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Well worth the wait!
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If you want a some backstory on Amy's transformation - check out my Brian and Amy side story - "Losing a Battle to Chemicals Over Moderation: Midnight Snack" that leads into Amy's start on Sequence 2 (and Brian FINALLY proposing to the poor girl)...
http://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.0
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Always nice to see an update bmb. K+++ Nice picture you painted about Amy's insane sex drive! Very nice! Great writing as usual. Looking forward to the finale.
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M7: Thank you so much! I always appreciate the kind comments.
jcboyd: Yes, everyone should definitely check out this side story! I'm honored that someone thought my characters and storyline were worth expanding upon. That's a huge compliment to any writer!
MegaMassiveMuscles: I'm sorry the wait was long, but I'm happy to hear it was worth it!
Invader88: I'm glad you're really enjoying the depictions of Jen! More fun to come in the next (probably final) chapter!
shibbo: Thanks for complimenting my writing style. It's strange how it's one of those things I don't really think about as I'm writing, but I'm glad it's appealing!
powerranger9643: Yes, the comparison stats will be a nice end-cap to see how far everyone has come. If I were any kind of an artist, this is where I'd also try my hand at bringing the Before/After images of these characters to life!
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Proud to see this story is continuing to unfold. K+
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I hope to see a new chapter where more excitement and enjoyment of female muscles ... You are really wonderful
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My longest chapter yet. And the last one. Enjoy!
Winter, 2009 - Final Chapter
Several months had passed since our unexpected visit from Amy. And while the strange and sudden encounter had truly shaken me at the time, it seemed as though our lives had gone back to normal. Though, of course “normal” was already a wild departure for us. In our case, it was more of a shift from one freaky scenario to a much more familiar freaky scenario; one that had become a welcome part of my existence. We had drifted back to an established comfort within our concrete schedule; a schedule that mostly revolved around Jen’s lifting and eating, on top of lots of wild sex. It was an unusual life to be sure, but one where we both found happiness and fulfillment.
Snow had already started to lightly dust our yard and sidewalks, and the news warned of a blizzard brewing out west, slowly churning its way over to where we lived. The meteorologists spoke ominously about the impending storm, telling us to expect the weather to take a rough turn any day and to prepare for the worst. Despite having become quite the homebody, I wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of being snowed in. Preferring to stay in the house was at least my choice; I was sure I’d go a bit stir crazy without the option of getting out. Though, it wasn’t like a massive wall of snow was any match for Jen. I was certain if we were trapped, my wife would find a way to punch her way out. It would take far more than a blizzard to keep Jen away from her work.
I often wished we could just take our vast wealth and move somewhere warm and tropical. A brief memory of our time together on vacation was all it took for me to yearn for hot weather and the sight of Jen impressively clad in her appropriately topless bikini. Not that I didn’t see Jen topless or completely nude every day; but something about her showcasing her masculine prowess so openly in public was incredibly exciting; a taboo that was so deliciously frowned upon, and sensual.
But, I knew there was no chance of us escaping back to paradise, not when the Feminox lab demanded so much of Jen. As much as Jen loved me, she was fully committed to her job and perfecting the serum she had sacrificed so much for already. And while I certainly longed for us to enjoy another stretch of time away from Jen’s crazy work schedule, seeing Jen continue to grow as her serum was further enhanced was a fantasy far more enjoyable than sunny beaches and coconut drinks.
In the last few months, Jen had taken her training far more seriously. I honestly didn’t think it was even possible, yet her intensity deepened as she hit the weights with unmatched fury and ate so much food that I had to imagine even Feminox’s seemingly unlimited supply of protein-packed goods was starting to wear thin. Somewhere, deep in the midst of corn fields and farmlands, a miniature acropolis of Feminox storehouses were running out of food, all thanks to my hungry wife. At least, that’s how I liked to imagine it. Picturing Jen eating so much that she literally caused an economic imbalance and put small countries into poverty was a twisted, but fun thought. Lately, it certainly didn’t feel like too much of a stretch.
All stemming from Amy’s unexpected progress threatening Jen, my wife had no desire to hold back anymore. My younger, wiser, more cautious self from a year ago would have certainly warned my wife about taking things too far. Now, however, I was just happy to watch the show unfold. It’s safe to say that I wasn’t the same person anymore and that my tastes for Jen’s ridiculous body had become just as insatiable as her drive to grow.
I watched eagerly throughout the weeks as her body exploded into a mighty feat of gnarled mass and muscles. At 6’10” 330 lbs, Jennifer had become a literal god in my eyes; a perfect statue of masculine muscle, showcasing the peak achievement of our race. I was fairly certain Jen was now the most muscular human being on the planet, man or woman. The idea that such a specimen was my own wife often gave me pause.
But, while I admired my wife’s dedication and sheer herculean stature, my mind was still plagued with worries. Ever since the day when Amy came crashing through our home with a sickly looking Brian in tow, I couldn’t get the idea of Sequence Two out of my mind. I saw first-hand how it was destroying my friend. Something of that potency seemed more in-line with a biological weapon than a serum focused on bettering a broken world, which made me question Feminox’s overall intentions.
I even confronted Jen about it, a courageous feat I was fairly proud of given her intimidating, gruff persona. When my wife had to duck through doors and had pecs so large they could shelter me from a rainstorm, some patting on the back was well-deserved for showcasing such confidence and stupidity. She had given me an uncharacteristically long explanation about a rival within her research lab, using untested and discarded prototypes to get ahead in her career. I still had to wonder why Feminox would develop such a thing in the first place; it was easy enough to garner some guesses, but the thoughts sent shudders through my spine, so I elected to ignore the ordeal to the best of my ability
As Jen’s car pulled up to the house, I felt my heart thump in my chest. The window panels framing our entrance darkened as her massive silhouette approached from the outside. Swinging open the door, the appearance of Jen’s body in the doorway sent another shock through my stomach and a rush of blood straight to my groin. It was absolutely insane how big she was now. And the immense strength she had behind that size made me weak in the knees. And to think there was a time when even a little muscle on Jen had disgusted me. Now, there wasn’t a grander or more erotic sight than my incredible, gargantuan wife.
With shoulders nearly as wide as the door frame itself and a height that threatened to dwarf the comparatively small entryway, I watched with glee as Jen did an awkward shimmy just to get into our home, shuffling her bulk to squeeze into our home. Of course, most of Jen’s movements lately could be described as awkward. The sheer mass and bloatation of her immense muscles made her ridiculously powerful, but not all that flexible. We had been showering together nearly every morning as we continued our ritual of shaving Jen’s hairy body (even if I let the body hair slide more and more these days), and I usually indulged in giving Jen’s muscles a soapy, sensual lathering.
These days, however, I didn’t think she’d actually be able to reach most parts of her body without me there. Our morning showers had once been an excuse to spend some more time with my wet, naked wife. Now, they had become a complete necessity to Jen’s routine. Who knows how long she’d go without a proper washing if I wasn’t around to scrub and clean her perpetually sweaty body.
“How are you, hun?” I asked with a smirk as I watched Jen kick off her shoes.
Trails of sweat lined her veiny forehead and rippled face, and she proudly displayed her usual circular pit-stains under her arms. Even in this cold weather, Jen didn’t bother wearing a coat. Her body temperature ran far too hot and even in the winter she was sweating profusely after hardly any movement.
“Hungry,” Jen responded with a grunt as she stomped over to me.
While her attention was primarily directed towards the kitchen, she did stop to give me a quick peck on the top of my head as I wrapped myself into her muscular body, enjoying the warmth of her massive torso. I could feel the sticky moisture from beneath her blouse and her strong, musky odor embraced my senses like a long-time friend.
She effortlessly used her massive hands to pry me off of her body so she could continue to the kitchen for some food. Though I wished I could stay cozied up next to Jen longer, I understood her almost animalistic need to fill her stomach, and didn’t dare get in her way. Not that me in her way posed much of an inconvenience to her. A simple shove from her palm would be all it took to send me toppling aside, which made me glad Jen wasn’t a violent woman.
“Well,” I said, trailing after Jen like a puppy, “I can get something cooking for you right away.”
On our way to the kitchen, I found myself slowing my pace as something felt...off. I paused and looked around the room. There was a subtle sensation in the air; something I didn’t quite recognize. It was a feeling that separated itself from the usual sensory bombardment that came with being around Jen. It started as an almost undetectable, faint vibration in my feet; like slight rumble within our wooden floorboards. At first, I thought it was just the heating unit kicking on until it happened again. And then again. And again.
It was as if the earth around our home was being churned and disturbed by something. Usually, I paid no mind to strange noises and shaking rooms; it usually just signified Jen was getting ready for work or making a protein smoothie. Nothing she did was quiet anymore, and for the most part, the typical disturbances had become a part of my daily life. With Jen came an array of sights, smells, and sounds; all essences of the experience of living with such a massive, powerful being. But whatever this foreign sensation was, Jen was not the origin. She was standing right next to me, looking around inquisitively, just as confused as I was.
“What is that?” I tilted my head, trying to decipher the sound.
It was a constant rumbling thump, like a construction crew was tearing up the street a block away. It was a slow, but steady rhythm and it became more intense with each passing second. The disturbance was growing and growing; getting closer. It almost sounded like...footsteps.
A panic settled in within my gut and a sour taste spread on my tongue, as if my body knew something bad was about to happen. The rhythmic rumbling and shaking continued, becoming louder. And louder. And louder.
And then, one final boom, came from right outside our house.
With an ear-shattering crack, our door flew off the hinges, becoming an explosion of splinters that scattered into the entryway. A cloud of dust filled the area as the drywall surrounding the door was pulverized from the force. It was as if a grenade went off, decimating everything in an instant. I found myself ducking to take cover as I questioned what had happened; if we were under attack or being robbed. Jen didn’t seem to react, standing strong with a scowl as she faced the destruction with unwavering assuredness.
Suddenly, an immense shadow stepped through the dust cloud, the earth-shaking stomps becoming so loud and intense, it was clear that whatever had been the origin of the disturbing sound had just entered our house.
In the entrance, as the particles cleared, a grotesque monster stepped into view, sinking my heart in sheer terror. Dressed in tattered rags and stacked with muscles beyond my comprehension, the animalistic creature stood before us, handily making Jen look almost normal by contrast. It wasn’t easy to picture something more massive and powerful than Jen, and I wouldn’t have believed it had this beast not been standing before me, causing my knees to shake as I froze.
Even in the moment of frantic confusion, there was no mistaking who this monster could be; the only other person I knew of that had ever posed a threat to Jen in terms of muscularity. As I noted the head of blonde hair, my suspicions were confirmed on just who had plowed their way into our home.
Amy.
The thing roared in a deep, violent tone that nearly jostled the living room chandelier free from the ceiling; a bellowing howl that grumbled forth from its immense chest. It stared daggers at Jen with fiery eyes and its widened nose crinkled and flared like a bull ready to charge. It...she... was a true abomination. While Amy was still shorter than Jen by a few inches, her body had to be over 400 lbs of contorted, muscle-packed mass. And maybe she was actually taller than I thought given how the creature was hunched over, as if its heavy, massive arms were completely weighing it down as they hung towards the ground.
Dressed in nothing more than some tattered scraps that had once been clothes, Amy seemed to have given up on finding a wardrobe that would fit her deformed body and sheer bulk. I also assumed that with those bloated, disproportionate muscles, her ability to dress herself was completely gone. And with Brian likely being too weak at this point to help her, the only choice she had was to wear the remnants of the pink long-sleeve shirt and jeans that had been stretched far beyond their capacity and completely destroyed. I suddenly lamented Brian’s lack of presence, truly hoping that the worst hadn’t come of him.
“Oh Amy,” Jen shook her head, while I continued to take in the raw monstrosity before me. “What have you done to yourself?”
The beast that Jen so casually called Amy, as if she was still a small blonde woman standing before us, was an ogre of horrifying size, breadth, and animalistic deformity. Her once strikingly beautiful face had become wildly butchered with veins and leathery muscled dimples, any semblance of femininity destroyed, leaving behind an angry, ugly brute. Her forehead was thick, protruding like that of a neanderthal with skeletal emphasis on the brow line. Amy’s jaw had become large and square like a caricature drawing of Jay Cutler, and her nose was widened and crooked, nostrils permanently flared like a bull ready to charge.
While Jen’s face had certainly become hard and manly, it retained a sense of handsomeness to it; strong, symmetrical, and alluring in its masculinity. On the other end of the spectrum, every droplet of Amy’s beauty had been purged from her like a virus, leaving behind a face that was more akin to how a cartoonist would portray a caveman. Even her long blonde hair, which would have once made shampoo models envious, was receded and thinned from the systemic overload of testosterone.
Below her grotesque face, a thick neck and set of traps supported her head, wide and bulky like a coliseum pillar. Two rows of dense hair flowed down from the back of her head, as if the hair she was losing from the front of her hairline was creeping backwards down her neck. Her arms were permanently flared out to her sides, her lat muscles and pecs forcing her arms outward like a bird ready to take flight. Seeing how much mass surrounded her torso and the thickness of her pecs, I doubted that she had the ability to touch both her gargantuan hands together in front of her.
While noting her arms, I took in how large they were, not just in size, but in length as well. They had elongated to the point of being far disproportionate to the rest of her torso, settling her into a pose like she was constantly mimicking a gorilla. Her abs were still present, but pushed out violently past her tattered shirt by her uncontainable muscle gut, which was distended and bloated in a round bundle of abdominals. The visible parts of her torso were covered in a dense treasure trail of tan hair that spread wider as it wove down towards her exposed pubes.
And even with the size of her arms seeming to draw the majority of the attention, there was no escaping the sight of her legs, which were quivering machinations of striated beef, looking like they were constructed to support a building. Her quads shook and pulsed simply from holding up the incredible weight of the rest of her body. Similar to the rest of her, her legs were slated with short strands of stubble and hair, which poked through the various split ropes of denim fabric that had once been her jeans. Given how Amy was always so obsessed with her looks, she must simply be unable to reach any of her body with the razor at this point. The forest crawled down all the way to her thick man feet, which looked like they could easily burst through Jen’s humongous, custom-made shoes. At that size, finding a shoe to fit Amy would be simply impossible.
Amy shifted her angry gaze and made eye contact with me, shooting waves of horror through my chest, causing a fight-or-flight reaction that sent me helplessly scrambling over to Jen, hoping my buff guardian would protect me from the creature that stared at me so hungrily and full of hatred. My dramatic flailing caused an ugly, toothy smile to form on Amy’s angered face, and as a result, her thick clit became engorged and protruded from her gnarled exposed pubic jungle, clearly aroused by how much she terrified me.
“Guess who’s bigger now, bitch...” Amy grumbled in a nearly incomprehensible churning of deep, guttural noises. Her voice was a full register below Jen’s, who already sounded like a chorus of construction equipment when she spoke. “Admit that I’m the best.”
“You know I’ll never admit that.” Jen scoffed, seeming to have no problem holding strong, even in front of the hulk that handily dwarfed her in muscularity. “Not in your most twisted dreams. In fact, I pity you for what you’ve become.”
“Yeah right,” Amy growled, flexing in a display of overwhelming stature, her brutish muscle body shaking and pulsing as her hairy arms extended overhead. A stench of odorous sweat emanated from her armpit bushes, a smell that nearly knocked me on my ass. “You wish you could be as big as me. I am the future.”
“You’re a failed experiment,” Jen smirked, pointing a strong finger at the quivering mass that was Amy’s deformed entanglement of delts, pecs, and traps. “In your desperation, you let that hack who calls herself a scientist inject you with prototype drugs that weren’t ready for human trials. What were you thinking, Amy?”
“She made me huge.” Amy’s furry monobrow narrowed, though it didn’t make her appear any angrier; a permanent scowl was already plastered on her horrendous face and there was no way any amount of emotion could change her neanderthal visage.
“Yes, she did,” Jen scoffed, “She managed to make you bigger than me, which I’ll contest, is a feat I didn’t think you could accomplish. You certainly had to go to drastic lengths to make it a reality. And look at the beast you’ve become as a result. You’ve completely given up the one thing you should have never relinquished; your control. There’s more to power than just size, and that’s an aspect of Feminox that you just don’t understand. And that’s why you haven’t won. We’re not even on the same playing field.”
“Feminox is power.” Amy laughed, a deep grinding sound that was straight out of a horror movie. “They’ve given me everything I could ever want. Why would I ever need control when I can crush everything in my path? The only thing I need right now is to pulverize you into a puddle.”
Jen simply shrugged her hulking shoulders, as if to agg Amy on further, which made me wince. I believed in Jen and knew her strength intimately. However, the behemoth in front of us was beyond the limits of my understanding and it was difficult to picture Jen winning this fight. The sheer size of Amy was unfathomable to me; it was as if I was staring at a creature from a sci-fi film. But Amy seemed to take the bait, continuing her boasting.
“You don’t understand the plans I have,” Amy gritted her teeth. “I have no intention of stopping for anything or anyone. With you out of the way, there won’t be anyone strong enough to bring me down. Once you’re squashed beneath my mighty foot, I’m going to fuck the shit out of your precious husband, and take every ounce of size he has to offer. That muscle-obsessed pervert will probably enjoy it. He’s probably hard as a rock just thinking about how much bigger I am than you. Once he’s beneath me. he’ll forget all about you, up until the point when he’s shooting his load into my power-cunt, and crushed between these massive legs.”
Jen continued to stare coolly despite the threats Amy made to me directly. While I admired Jen’s ability to keep her composure, I did feel a little slighted that she didn’t speak up to defend me.
“Would you like that little man?” Amy bellowed a laugh in my direction, bouncing her meaty man pecs one after the other in some kind of mating presentation. “How about we skip the rest of this show and just get to the good stuff. Why don’t you leave that small, puny wife of yours and come home with me. I’ll let you have all the fun you could ever want with these enormous muscles. We’ll fuck and fuck and fuck until there’s nothing of you left. Wouldn’t you feel so honored? Giving everything you have to make me a god?”
I let out an audible gulp. The idea of being taken by Amy was frightening; I had no desire to share Brian’s fate. I looked to Jen, praying that she was prepared to defend me. Jen just let out a tired sigh as Amy continued to flex and laugh.
“No comment?” Amy smirked, if you could even call her face contortions a smirk. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to take what I want then. Starting with you.”
Amy stepped forward further into the house. The stomp emanated a thunderous boom that threatened to crack the floorboards that were already straining under the weight of two titans. Her bowling ball sized fists clenched into white-knuckled bundles of hatred as she scowled at Jen. With a grunt, Amy’s heavy bludgeoning arm rocked back and shot towards Jen like a piston. The sound of Amy’s punch connecting with Jen’s chest reverberated through the living room with thud. I ducked out of the way as the wholloping force sent Jen straight backwards, her legs leaving the ground momentarily. Her body flung into the drywall behind her, the wall splintering and buckling under her weight.
As Amy stomped forward slowly, Jen used her massive hands to grip the wall on each side of her, forcing finger holes into the surface as she pried herself out of the wall with a grunt. A hole was left behind, as well as a white webbed cracks weaving in all directions from the impact point. As Jen clammored back to her heavy feet, powdery drywall dust fell from her hair and blouse. The calm demeanor on Jen’s face had completely dissolved, becoming replaced with a stern frown. Yet somehow, to my surprise, she kept her rage under control.
With a mighty flex, Jen split her work blouse, every seam on her shirt exploding as it became scraps of fabric dangling from her hulking, exposed body. Her hand easily peeled the remnants of her blouse from her torso, leaving her upper body completely naked to the open, cold air that howled within our house. Debris from the wall fell from her as she shook free of the confines of her shirt, her skirt following suit as she ripped it from her waist. Now, she was dressed in nothing but a pair of black pantyhose that tightly encased her thick legs. Jen’s chest was fully bare, though the sight wasn’t uncommon, given she hadn’t worn a bra in a long time.
Jen flung herself towards Amy, driving her shoulders into the massive beast with a spear tackle, using her wideset thigh muscles to drive forward like a football player defending her quarterback. In this case, it seemed as though I was the quarterback; Jen’s precious cargo that she was fighting to keep safe. An ugly grin spread over Amy’s face at first, the hulking brute not too intimidated by Jen’s efforts. But that grin faded as Amy was driven back in a surprising surge of strength from Jen.
While Amy had the advantage of sheer size, Jen had tackled her low, letting the angle of attack and gravity do the work for her. The ex-jock in me was proud, knowing that I shouldn’t have ever underestimated Jen’s most powerful muscle; her brain. Amy was certainly bigger, but Jen knew how to use physics and speed to outsmart her opponent.
Just as I had anticipated, Amy lost her footing and went toppling backwards. Jen grunted and followed her down to the ground, piledriving her into the wood floor with a violent crash that shook the very foundations of our house. Jen had Amy pinned, though it was almost unbelievable how small Jen looked while on top of such a mountain of muscle. The blonde monster seethed and thrashed underneath Jen, but my wife managed to keep her arms and neck pressed to the cracked wood floor.
“That’s enough, Amy,” Jen growled through clenched teeth, “You won’t win.”
That remark only made Amy more furious, causing her to bellow out and buck even more wildly underneath Jen. Though Jen had physics and technique on her side, Amy’s incalculable raw strength still made them a match. She was able to use sheer brute force to free her arms and shove Jen off of her. Jen tumbled, but quickly realigned herself and rose to her feet. But Amy was already charging forward, swinging her massive wrecking ball arms in a blind rage. Jen was able to duck under one of the blows, but Amy spun in a lariat, letting the heavy weight of her limbs soar unhibited, her meaty forearm taking Jen by surprise and smacking into her fleshy abs with a thud.
Jen was sent several feet back into the living room, where she fell backwards atop one of the cherry wood end tables, completely shattering it into splinters underneath her bulk. Before Jen could recover, Amy was already barreling over, one of her titanic feet stomping down onto Jen’s chest. The huge, grotesque foot held Jen firmly against the ground as Amy stood over her triumphantly. Jen clawed at Amy’s shin and calf, slapping and punching the brute’s leg. But it remained sturdy and planted, keeping Jen completely immobile as the beast laughed grumbled a deep laugh.
“C’mon Jen, get up!” I found myself yelling.
There wasn’t a single fight where I’d ever bet against Jen. But Amy wasn’t just any opponent. She had turned herself into a creature of impossible muscle. And she did it all in the pursuit of power and her determination to crush Jen, establishing herself as the unstoppable Alpha.
Amy’s bulging neck pulsed with muscle as her head turned towards me with a cocky, toothy smile; a devilish sight that sent shivers through my body. It was a look that told me that I was next; that she looked forward to making me her fuck-pet while she siphoned away everything that made me who I was. She terrified me. And if Jen couldn’t beat her, there wasn’t anyone on this planet who could stop her. An image of the future flashed before my eyes. I saw a grotesque, deformed muscle god who, one by one, absorbed the entire world into her unending mass.
A surge of courage rose up within my chest, and I found myself grabbing the wooden leg of the broken cherry table that had come skidding towards me. I had to do something. There was no way I could just stand by and watch my wife get crushed under this abomination. Amy’s hairy eyebrows raised with amusement as she watched me suddenly charge at her.
The former-athlete in me summoned my best homerun swing as I arched the table leg in a sweep at Amy’s head. I felt it connect with her, though it was more akin to hitting the side of a building. With a crack, the make-shift bat split in two, uselessly breaking on the monster’s face.
All the curiosity on Amy’s face sunk as rage took over, her lips snarling and teeth seething as she shifted her entire attention towards me, saliva dripping from her mouth. Suddenly, I felt nauseated, like I was staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun. While Jen could survive a pummeling from this titanic terror, I was certain that a single punch was all it would take to break my entire body. Easily within Amy’s immense reach, I winced as I waited for her wrecking-ball fist to come barreling towards me.
But, luckily for me, that life-ending punch never came. Grunting, Jen managed to get her fingers under Amy’s monster foot that kept her pinned. She began to pry, growling and puffing as she used every ounce of strength she had to push upwards, her shoulders webbing with new veins and striations. Amy put even more weight on her leg, aiming to drive Jen back down into the shattered floorboards. They both grunted and roared, like two bears fighting over their hunting territory. With a cry that sounded like a semi-truck kareening across an overpass, Amy threw all of her might onto her one leg, as if she wanted to shatter Jen’s sternum under that massive, hairy foot of hers.
It was a move that Jen seemed to anticipate, and even hope for. Amy’s shift onto one leg gave Jen the opportunity to bring one of her own legs up in a kick, surprising Amy from behind and sending the brute off-balance. The small waiver was all it took for Jen to press the advantage and throw Amy off of her in a display of strength I had never seen before. Amy seemed to hover in the air for a moment, almost tumbling in slow motion before her body came crashing down forcefully, the wooden floor buckling into a dented crater underneath her mammoth mass.
And with that, the fight seemed to reset. Jen staggered to her feet and Amy followed suit, the behemoth rising slowly like a tectonic shift happening right in our living room. Amy growled and stepped forward, her stomps shaking my core as her nose flared like a wild animal.
“I think that’s enough fun,” Jen smirked, relaxing out of her fighting pose and standing straight, as if the threat of Amy had disappeared entirely. She breathed heavily, her dirty, stubbly torso glistening with slick sweat as she seemed to wait for Amy to come and wallop her.
To my surprise, Jen pulled out a small plastic syringe from a pocket in her pantyhose. Or at least the syringe looked small in her meaty hands. She plunged the injection straight into her neck, letting out a satisfying sigh as she discarded the needle.
“Jen, what are you doing?!” I cried in panic, watching the muscled leviathan walk towards my wife with murder in her fiery eyes.
“An extra dose of your serum won’t save you,” Amy scoffed, continuing her slow, lumbering movements towards Jen.
After a few more heavy, crashing strides, Amy looked down in confusion and stopped in her tracks. She went to lift her massive leg once again, but instead formed an aggravated look on her ugly face as she remained stationary. The confusion shifted to an animalistic grumble as she fought to take another dangerous step, but stayed in place.
“What’s going on?” Amy grunted, straining against a seemingly invisible force. Her bare muscles bulged and quivered as she attempted to rampage towards Jen, but came up short, seeming to lose all will to move forward.
“See,” Jen shrugged her mighty shoulders, addressing Amy coolly, “I meant it when I said you gave up your control.”
“Hmmm?” Amy raised an untamed eyebrow as veins on her forehead began to scrawl and pulse. Lines of sweat ran down her already soaked body as she struggled to get her inhumanly large hands around Jen, her incredible pipe-like fingers grasping at air mere inches away from Jen’s bulging neck. “What the fuck is this?!”
“Pheromones, Amy,” Jen stated, instantly going into one of her scientist rants, “Based on the results of your serum, it looks like my desperate rival co-worker took the formula to untested territory. We had been considering using animal DNA to enhance the effects further, specifically in regards to copying myostatin production witnessed within large mammals such as bulls. With a bit of genetic splicing, we could safely introduce the strain to the human code, providing the benefits of limitless growth and muscle production without any adverse occurrences.”
Amy continued to grunt and fight, desperately trying to attack Jen, all while her body failed to obey her commands. The sweat poured down Amy even more frequently and tears began to stream from her fiery eyes as she forced every ounce of strength she had into her body. More wooden floorboards cracked and popped beneath Amy’s wide monster feet as she pressed her weight onward with as much intensity as she could muster, driving her legs against the ground. Amy’s mouth opened as wide as it could manage and a terrifying roar bellowed out from her lungs, causing me to cover my ears from the disturbing sound. Jen paid her no mind and simply continued her exposition, even through the science was clearly going over Amy’s thick head.
“That specific addition to the serum required far more testing and the whole project was put on hold. But, knowing my delusional associate, I had a feeling she would use experimental material in your cocktail. You were both too greedy and power hungry to even think about the consequences.”
Amy roared, and seethed, and roared again. Lines of drool formed from the corners of her mouth as she let out fierce sounds of war, pushing her extreme body to the absolute limit. Yet still, she was unable to get herself to move, trapped by some invisible prison.
“Of course, I predicted such a thing.” Jen ranted on confidently, even with Amy’s meaty hands still inches from her throat. “You both were very readable. Your urgency to have more size and dominance, her hatred towards me and my success; it was all too easy to prepare for. When I heard that you both moved forward with Sequence 2, I knew it was only a matter of time before she’d use you as a guinea pig for even more of the untested genetic manipulation.”
“Just tell me what’s going on!” Amy yelled, her deep voice bellowing like a passing subway in the tunnels. I felt the noise of her bellow vibrate my entire body, as if I was standing next to a subwoofer at a concert.
“I already told you,” Jen smirked a handsome, devilish smile on her scratchy face. “Pheromones. There is a lot we can take from animals in terms of strength and musculature. But, most of the animal kingdom also abides by a hierarchy and is susceptible to its rules. These rules govern animals, right down to their core. I’ve introduced the right mixture of pheromones into my own serum as a preventative measure. Though you may not want to hear it. Your DNA recognizes me as your king; your Alpha. And you wouldn’t dare hurt your Alpha. Your very own survival instincts prevent it.”
Amy growled once again, straining even harder to strike Jen. Her hairy, completely naked, monstrous body continued to glisten with moisture as more sweat dripped onto the cracked wood floor from her exertion. But, amazingly enough, just as Jen suggested, Amy was powerless to actually go through with any violence.
“Jen,” I uttered from behind her sturdy, protective frame, “Are you...controlling her?”
“I can see how it appears that way,” Jen laughed a husky chortle at my seemingly simple question. “But no. Her mind and her body are simply at odds with one another. Her body wants to kill me, but her brain, stupid as it is, is largely controlled by instinct. It knows better than to perform an act that would endanger her life. It’s key function is to survive above all else.”
“But,” I stammered, “She was just attacking you a minute ago! It looked like she could have killed you. Why did you wait until now to use that?!”
“I thought it’d be fun to get a quick workout in,” Jen smiled, standing heroically as if she was at the peak of Mt. Everest, “Besides, to accept me as Alpha, Amy needed to see that I was still a threat. She needs to know deep down that I’m still capable of beating her, no matter how big she gets. And though she’ll never admit it, she knows this is the case.”
It all seemed dodgy to me; like a fantasy movie trying to soundly explain its science through a simple chalkboard scribbling. I may not have fully understood, but as long as whatever was happening kept the Amy creature away from us, I was thankful.
As Amy continued to grunt and roar, I thought of how she threatened me; how she wanted to fuck me against my will until I suffered the same fate as Brian. It suddenly dawned on me that I had no idea if Brian was still alive or not. I stepped forward, limbs shaking, but assuredly until I was standing before the massive, sweaty beast. I looked her right in those fierce eyes.
“Where’s Brian?” I asked Amy. She turned to look back at me, face gnarled and teeth barring in my direction. Being much closer to Amy, I could feel the intense heat emanating from her sweaty skin like a furnace. There was so much hatred on her horrendous face, but behind that rage, at the mention of Brian, a small semblance of humanity glimmered on her otherwise brutish visage.
“Gone.” Amy grumbled. The noise was low and guttural, vibrating through her striated, muscular chest. The feral sound almost seemed sad.
“What the hell does that mean?” I winced, hoping she wasn’t implying the worst.
“He left me,” Amy’s face lowered once again, both in betrayal and a hint of what I assumed was regret. “He couldn’t handle what I was doing to him. He was weak. And he was a liar. He said he’d support me no matter what, but in the end, he just ran away like a coward. Some fiance.”
“You know…” I shook my head, “Marriage vows go both ways. It sounds like Brian is better off. Your selfishness almost killed him and I’m glad he’s gone. I just hope he’s safe from you, wherever he is now.”
She didn’t lash out at me like I thought she would. While I continued to receive a stare of daggers and a monster scowl, she never corrected me. Almost as if she agreed with what I was saying, even if she’d never admit it.
I gave a sigh of relief as I stepped away from Amy, glad that Brian had gotten out of that horrible, abusive situation. Though I had to wonder just how much havoc Amy had put Brian’s body through before he was able to escape. Hopefully he still had the strength to get as far away from this place as he could and find some peace.
Though Amy’s anger was still palpable in the cold winter air that permeated our house from the exposed hole in our entryway, she seemed to slowly give in, fighting less and less; accepting the situation that the survival instincts Jen had overloaded with her pheromone serum were at odds with the need for conquest.
“What now?” Amy asked. She was still seething, tears of fury streaming down her sharp cheekbones and down her immense chin. But her unfathomable rage had been somewhat subdued, and she seemed to ease up slightly, stopping her attack. She simply heaved her sweaty shoulders in immense breaths.
“Well,” Jen scoffed, “First, we’re going back to the lab. I’m going to bring you before the Feminox board of directors and use you as evidence to prove my co-worker has been doing unethical experiments with untested products. That bitch will be packing up her desk before tomorrow and she’ll never get another job in a lab.”
Amy showed no sign of emotion on her face, not that it was possible to show anything but anger in her current deformed state. Clearly, she didn’t care about Jen’s rival researcher whatsoever; she was simply a means to an end. And it made sense. If Amy’s own fiance had simply become a means to her growth and nothing more, it wasn’t shocking that she saw complete strangers as bugs to be crushed beneath her gruesome feet during her crusade.
“Then,” Jen continued as she drew closer to Amy, placing an empathetic hand on Amy’s enormous round deltoid. As large as Jen’s hand was, it was easily dwarfed by Amy’s throbbing shoulder. “I’m going to find a way to fix this. I know I’m to blame for getting you into the Feminox serum trials in the first place. We’ll schedule some treatments and remove the drugs from your system. I don’t know how much can be reversed at this point, but I’ll help get you back to as normal as possible.”
I watched Amy’s eyes sink as she took in Jen’s words. Her entire back rose steadily with her audible inhaling and exhaling as she took a moment to compose what she was going to say.
“No.” Amy grumbled. It was a low, guttural noise, yet the tone was sure.
“Amy, please, let me help you,” Jen nodded.
“I don’t want that,” Amy said through gritted teeth. “I don’t want to be treated. I don’t want to be fixed. I don’t want to go back to normal. Being normal is exactly what I’ve been trying to escape.”
“But, you’ve become...something inhuman,” I piped in nervously. “A monster. Surely, you can see that.”
Looking at Amy, the 450 lbs hulk of monstrous, masculinity, I tried to picture the old her; the version of her who visited our house with Brian the first time I met her. The short, spunky, busty, bubbly blonde who was friendly, doting, and caring. The thing in her place showed no similarities to that girl. The beast breathed heavily, shoulders and back heaving with each inhale. Its form, packed densely with impossible muscles, was on another level; above humanity, even above gender. While its muscles and body hair served as ephagy to testosterone, so much about the monster transcended even what one pictured as a “man”.
I couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to stay like that, especially when she was offered a way out. But then again, outsiders looked at my life and probably wondered how I could love a man-freak like my wife. Several years ago, the very idea of Jen looking the way she did now would disgust me to the core. But of course, with time, that changed drastically. The fact that Jen’s current body drove me into such a sexual lust posed serious questions about my sexuality, but I had stopped worrying about that a long time ago. In the end, I loved my wife, and that’s all that mattered. Perhaps in some twisted way, Amy was that next step beyond that; a window into a confusing, alternate world, where my sadistic obsession with my wife’s manly, muscular body continued on, unfettered and boundless.
I had to wonder; in a world where both Jen and I weren’t faced with any limits to her progress, would she eventually become a monster in our endless pursuit for the “next level”? Her obsession for growth and my obsession with her constantly pushed us for “more”. We were even concerned with taking things too far anymore, even after having just witnessed what that could lead to? It wasn’t a question I was ready to confront in the moment, and there were other more pressing matters right before our eyes.
“I don’t care what I’ve become,” Amy chuckled desperately as more tears formed in her eyes. “This is better than being the pathetic weakling I’ve been my whole life. Too dumb to apply herself, too nice to be assertive, too puny to be taken seriously. I’ll never go back.”
“The way you are now,” I murmured, shaking my head with pity, “You’ll never fit in. People will look at you and only see a freak. Don’t be crazy; accept Jen’s offer.”
“Maybe I’m just delusional,” Amy scoffed, “But I like the way I am. I don’t suppose you’ll ever understand, but the freak that I am now is what I want to be. People can stare, they can scream, they can point. None of that matters. Because I know this is my passion. Being big. Getting bigger. Pushing my limits. No matter the cost. I’ve never cared this much about anything else in my entire life. I’m a monster… and for once I’m actually happy.”
For a moment, a silence settled between us. A dusting of snow had blown in from the exposed hole where our door used to be, and I felt the chill of the season creep around me, finally making me realize just how cold it was. I hugged my arms together as we all stood, letting the mood settle around us. The rage emanating from Amy had seemed to die down, at least from a violent boil to a steady simmer. Jen, exemplifying her innate control, remained emotionless and unreadable.
“I understand” said Jen, after another moment.
Amy gave her a surprised look that quickly transitioned into a toothy, smirk.
“Yes,” Amy chuckled in her deep, guttural tone, “Yes, I suppose you would. If anybody would understand me, it would be you.”
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After Jen left the house with Amy, I stood among the rubble of our mudroom where the beast’s sudden entrance had smashed our doorway to a pile of woodchips, and where a literal clash of the titans had shattered walls, floors, and furniture alike. Despite the freezing air that was causing my knees to shake as it carried powdery snow into our home, I remained motionless, rewinding the entire evening over again in my head.
For some reason, after a few minutes of dumbfounded staring, I thought it appropriate to tidy up. There wasn’t much I could do about the massive holes in the drywall or the slanted craters created from broken floorboards. But, at the very least I figured I could sweep away the debris from our walls and furniture, and maybe call somebody about fixing the front door.
It wasn’t until later that night that Jen returned, ducking through the entry hole and removing her shoes with a deep sigh. She hadn’t even changed her clothes, still wearing nothing but a pair of black pantyhose, which were mostly ripped and sheared from the fight. Other than slipping on a pair of shoes, she had thrown on a massive coat over her naked upper body. I suppose at this point, she had no need to worry about modesty when it came to her co-workers and superiors at Feminox. They had all probably seen Jen naked as often as I had, given her frequent tests and trials.
“What happened?” I asked, walking up to Jen and pressing myself against her massive, sturdy body in an embrace. She wrapped a single, gargantuan arm around me, pulling me in close.
“I took care of everything.” Jen affirmed. Her short answer wasn’t enough for me given what we had just gone through.
“Please don’t hide the details from me,” I prodded, “I need to know. I know you like to keep me separated from your world, but I can handle it. You know I’ll support you, no matter what.”
Jen took a minute to consider, and we stood in our silent embrace. I could hear her powerful heart thumping through her hard pecs, and feel her heavy breaths expanding and contracting her muscled stomach. Finally, Jen grunted in agreement. It was almost humorous how I could guess her mood from her grunting, almost as if it was our own language that only I could decipher.
“I called an emergency meeting with the board,” Jen said, her voice thrumming through her sternum, “They took one look at Amy and the scientist responsible was fired on the spot.”
“That isn’t too surprising,” I nodded. After witnessing the creature for myself, there was no way any respectable company would want to take credit for such a monstrosity.
“She didn’t take it too well,” Jen stated, allowing herself to sound smugly satisfied, “The tiny bitch cursed at me as she was dragged out by security. It’ll be impossible for her to get another job in the science field. But she had it coming for taking our rivalry too far and trying to undercut me with unethical human experiments.”
“And speaking of human experiments” I sighed, “What happened to Amy?”
“Feminox took her in for a debriefing,” Jen stated, “She had no desire to be treated and have any of the effects reversed. In fact, she’s still as power hungry as ever.”
That didn’t surprise me after what I had witnessed. And after all the rage and destruction, as well as hearing Amy plead to not have her power taken from her, it was apparent that she wanted to stay on that path permanently.
“So, they struck a deal with her,” Jen continued, “Amy will get generous compensation for her struggles. On top of that, she’ll remain a test subject, full-time. They plan to move her to an off-the-grid facility. She’ll get all the food she can eat, gym equipment that could fill an Air Force hanger, and they’ll use her to test their more dangerous, highly volatile formulas.”
“My god…” I whispered, shaking my head.
“Feminox seems to have found their perfect, willing lab rat,” Jen shrugged, “ Amy was more than happy to agree to the terms. She didn’t even seem to care about the money. Just the chance to be pumped full of more experimental drugs was enticing enough.”
“It seems like that’s what she wanted,” I shuddered, terrified at the thought of Amy continuing to be supplied with even more cocktails of strange, body altering serums. I couldn’t even picture what she would become, fueled by Feminox’s full support and unwavering ambition.
“It’s what’s best for her,” Jen said plainly, “She gets to continue her journey, but the company has firm control over her. She’s basically Feminox property now and I doubt she’ll ever be seen in public ever again.”
“But,” I whimpered, “What if she reaches the point where even Feminox can no longer contain her?”
I didn’t expect the question to be answered, and Jen simply stared ahead, lips pursed into a stern frown. I decided to change the subject.
“Any news of Brian?” I asked, fairly unhopeful that I’d get any actual information.
“Feminox wants to find him and bring him in,” Jen stated as her massive hand rubbed my back assuredly. “Unfortunately, he’s considered evidence to the misconduct of Amy’s testing and a premature implementation of Sequence Two. They’ll want to question him and I’m sure they’ll offer him a nice payout for his suffering.”
“To be honest, I hope they never find him,” I shook my head, “I just want him to be able to put it all behind him.”
“I do too,” Jen nodded sternly.
A howl of cold air echoed through our cavernous entryway. I could hear our house’s heating system continue to kick into overdrive, aiming to combat the constantly shifting temperature of the exposed weather. Luckily for me, Jen was the only heater I needed. I wrapped myself in even closer to her hot muscles, enjoying the familiar scent of her sweaty body.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“I don’t see how anything would change,” Jen shrugged, her traps bulging with her seemingly minimal movement. “I’m going to keep perfecting the serum. And I’m going to keep changing. In time, more women will get to experience these changes as well whenever we go public with the serum. And hopefully, this world will accept the future that Feminox has in store.”
I gave a somber look out into the distance. I envisioned a world of women like Jen; big, tall, muscular, masculine, and completely unstoppable. If the serum became widely available, it wouldn’t be long before the benefits would be impossible to ignore. The most ambitious among them would be able to take society by the reins and steer it where they wanted.
“Is that… okay with you?” Jen asked sincerely.
It wasn’t often she asked for my opinion. She was headstrong and a consummate doer who didn’t need some man justifying her decisions, even if that man was her husband. She dominated her work, her field, and our relationship. There was never a need for her to ask for anything; she simply took what she wanted.
But, I couldn’t help but allow a smile to creep onto my face, touched that Jen would acknowledge my thoughts and feelings.
“Yes, it is,” I nodded, “You know that I’m by your side, forever.”
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A fine ending :clap:
Liked Amy turning into an ape like literal monster.
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Does make me wonder what Amy might become next, since she's already a gorilla practically.
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Awesome story, hopefully you keep writing BMB
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K+++ So...................................what you're saying is Amy is single now. >:D lol
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting everyone :)
sjhbb89: I’m glad you enjoyed it! I wanted to really start to stretch my imagination on Amy and the serum’s capabilities if Feminox was “less than ethical” in their practices. I loved the result, even if it might not be for everyone.
Governor: That is always the fun part :) thinking of what could happen next. Even though I’m done with the story, I wanted to leave it a bit open ended so that these characters can and this world can live on. And who knows... I might return to them one day...
Invader88: Thanks so much! And yes, I very much intend on writing more, and more often. It’s a passion that I always feel I have little time for, but I’m trying to get better at that. Thanks for your support.
M7: Appreciate it my friend! And... yes... you could say that Amy is single :) she’s all yours, if you can track down the black site where Feminox is housing her haha. Who knows what crazy experiments they’ll come up with in an off-the-grid facility with a test subject who knows no limits.
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What an amazing conclusion. Well done berto! :rock: k+
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Just read the story again.
Still one of the best and Im' unhappy that it had ended.
Any chance of an epilogue? Did they find Brian, what happens to Amy and shure how is Jennifer?
Question after question. And they need answers. So please.......
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One of the best stories around!
Beautifully written with great character development and overall flow.
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Just read the story again.
Still one of the best and Im' unhappy that it had ended.
Any chance of an epilogue? Did they find Brian, what happens to Amy and shure how is Jennifer?
Question after question. And they need answers. So please.......
Thanks so much for reading it again, that’s a huge honor! All things have to end eventually though, and while it was tough to create a conclusion, I wanted to do it in a way that was fun and still left some questions hanging for everyone to think on. Sometimes the best story teller is our own imagination, and leaving some aspects open ended was intentional. While I don’t know if I’ll return to these characters specifically, I do want to write more stories within this same “world”, so there’s always a chance they get mentioned again in some capacity.
Thanks again for being a fan!
One of the best stories around!
Beautifully written with great character development and overall flow.
That means a lot! I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment. I had a lot of fun writing this crazy adventure.
It’s insane to me to think that I had started drafting this story back in 2013! It was a workday at my old job and I had been painfully bored. At some point, I just opened up a Word document and started jotting down ideas for what my perfect muscle woman would look like. The ideas continued to get crazier and more extreme, and out of that, Jennifer was born! It’s been a wild ride and almost 7 years of on and off writing to transform that concept from a series of rough ideas to a full story.
I intend to keep writing and hopefully all of you read whatever I post next!
And as always, feel free to comment or PM me; always happy to chat.
Cheers!
BMB
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Bumping this up! This is such a nice story! Amazingly hot in parts. I love Jennifer as a character. And this type of story usually isn’t my cup of tea, or wasn’t... Bravo! And I second the people above, you should write an epilogue. More Jennifer is always welcome, in my book!
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Bumping this up! This is such a nice story! Amazingly hot in parts. I love Jennifer as a character. And this type of story usually isn’t my cup of tea, or wasn’t... Bravo! And I second the people above, you should write an epilogue. More Jennifer is always welcome, in my book!
Thanks so much for the compliment! I’m really excited to hear that you enjoyed this story even though it isn’t your usual cup of tea. That’s some high praise indeed!
I’m currently working on some other stories, unrelated to this universe or these characters. The option to return to Jennifer in the future always remains, but I definitely wanted. To take some time to try out some new material! Thanks a lot for the support, it means a lot!
Going off of your username, are you yourself a writer?
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Bumping this up! This is such a nice story! Amazingly hot in parts. I love Jennifer as a character. And this type of story usually isn’t my cup of tea, or wasn’t... Bravo! And I second the people above, you should write an epilogue. More Jennifer is always welcome, in my book!
Thanks so much for the compliment! I’m really excited to hear that you enjoyed this story even though it isn’t your usual cup of tea. That’s some high praise indeed!
I’m currently working on some other stories, unrelated to this universe or these characters. The option to return to Jennifer in the future always remains, but I definitely wanted. To take some time to try out some new material! Thanks a lot for the support, it means a lot!
Going off of your username, are you yourself a writer?
Yeah, well, I’ve just started this year, actually. I’m the guy with the Nova and Ryan story. It’s been hovering around this forum for a month or so:) if you wish to, you could give it a read. Thanks so much for the reply!
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This was an incredibly well written story. Excellent work. I'm looking forward to your future works.
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How about to continue? There is always space for muscles, veins and more masculnity! :D
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Not a continuation, but a side story on one aspect of the story (Brian & Amy Losing a Battle to Chemicals Over Moderation)...
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.0
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Wow, great story! Terrific character development! Terrific plot!
A great example of a writer writing what he is driven to write by himself, by his characters, and by his plot.
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that means so much Jaguar! thank you
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Hello, I love your story. I created an account only to ask for a continuation. i am french and my english is very bad but i wanted to tell you that your story is by far the best i have ever read. Perhaps you could write a sequel that would pass when the serum is released. So all the women would have gradually become so big and strong, but Jen would remain the biggest. You also made me appreciate some unexpected things like hair growth. My god I love all the parts of the development of leg hair, but especially her armpits and pubic hair. I also loved Jen's clit getting bigger ... getting bigger. i love how she eats a lot to feed her big muscles. Maybe you could make him do DIY, farm or firefighter tasks in short a hard job Thanks for everything and I hope for a new episode.
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Tikka, thank you so much for your comment. I’m honored you created an account just to comment on my story!
My Wife Jennifer was a labor of love and a story years in the making! I remember starting the first draft in November 2012! Both the story and characters took on a life of their own and suddenly I was writing non-stop. It took many years to re-write and post all the chapters of this story; in fact so much time had passed that I look back on my earlier chapters and cringe, knowing I’ve become a much better writer since then. That happened so frequently, I started creating a Revised version of this story (which you can find on my DeviantArt page).
I say all this to paint a picture of how much investment this story took and how dear it is to me! I’d honestly love to continue the stories of these characters, but at some point, after many years of work, I had to wrap it up and give it an ending!
That being said, I’m still invested in this Feminox universe and may be working on some other stories that take place in the same world. There is a chance that someday Jennifer makes another appearance.
Thanks again, so much, for reading and taking the time to comment. I love to chat about FMG, writing, and many other things, so don’t be shy!
Cheers,
BMB
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I thank you . I know this story took you a long time. I have already read the other versions on DeviantArt. I am a die-hard fan. Too bad there are only 6 chapters available. The story of Jennifer pleases me especially since I assimilated this character from the first reading, to a work colleague. When I see her I think to myself, what if she is like Jen, tall, enormously muscular, fragrant and hairy with big hands and feet and a hoarse voice. Your story really makes me dream. Sorry for my English, if I was an English speaker I would love to talk about FMG with you.
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The fact/possibillity that you may be writing more stories set in your Feminox universe, where there will be more women going to the same transformation as Jen, with the same incredible results, as well as the chance that we might be seeing Jen (and maybe her colleagues from Feminox) again, is very, very exciting. Are you planning to continue your story on Deviantart as well?
I'm looking forward to the awesome stories you may write in the future.
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@Tikka: Your english is very good! I’m really surprised (and honored) to have a die hard fan of Jennifer and the gang! Thanks for catching up on the revised versions as well! Even with a language barrier, I’m still happy to talk FMG.
@ArkhamAsylum: I’m glad to hear you’re excited for more! Just to temper expectations, I’m still in the early draft stages, but will be happy to share more once I have more complete! I do also plan to continue my DA revised chapters. I’ve had a few hangups that have prevented me from writing as much as I want. First, my job has been crazy since COVID hit; I’m working longer hours, though I definitely count myself fortunate for being able to work during such a crazy time. Second, I’m in the process of building a new PC (PC parts are nigh impossible to find right now). Until that’s done, I don’t have a great way of typing. Even now, I’m typing on my ipad, which is fine for short messages, but straight up torture for typing stories. Once I have my new computer set up, I’ll have a much better workstation for writing in the future!
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@Tikka: Your english is very good! I’m really surprised (and honored) to have a die hard fan of Jennifer and the gang! Thanks for catching up on the revised versions as well! Even with a language barrier, I’m still happy to talk FMG.
@ArkhamAsylum: I’m glad to hear you’re excited for more! Just to temper expectations, I’m still in the early draft stages, but will be happy to share more once I have more complete! I do also plan to continue my DA revised chapters. I’ve had a few hangups that have prevented me from writing as much as I want. First, my job has been crazy since COVID hit; I’m working longer hours, though I definitely count myself fortunate for being able to work during such a crazy time. Second, I’m in the process of building a new PC (PC parts are nigh impossible to find right now). Until that’s done, I don’t have a great way of typing. Even now, I’m typing on my ipad, which is fine for short messages, but straight up torture for typing stories. Once I have my new computer set up, I’ll have a much better workstation for writing in the future!
Nice, hope to see more stories in this universe!
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You've developed some totally hot things that you rarely find in other stories. Take your time . You have a knack for bringing the facts to their head. I also love when Jennifer's boyfriend gets sweeter and puts on his apron. Perhaps the more 'feminine' behavior of the husband can be developed as Jennifer could continue to grow, eat, smell heavy sweat, grow hair and more. I don't know what manly element you haven't developed? If you are writing another feminox story, maybe you could think of a young, growing teenage girl as your hero. If not, can you give us a little preview of your next story please? Good luck and thank you very much.
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Take all the time you need BMB.
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If you are a little hungry for more from BMB's world - you can always check on Losing a Battle to Chemicals Over Moderation - a BMB-approved side story in his universe. Privileged that BMB let me run with Brian and Amy for these 2 snapshots.
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.0
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If you are a little hungry for more from BMB's world - you can always check on Losing a Battle to Chemicals Over Moderation - a BMB-approved side story in his universe. Privileged that BMB let me run with Brian and Amy for these 2 snapshots.
https://saradas.org/index.php?topic=331709.0
yes, yes your story is also great. I had already read it. I took the opportunity to reread it. You could write other chapters, with BMB's consent of course. For example during the holidays I can imagine that Jen took advantage of her little husband on the beach 😁. Or the smell of Jen's underarms after work.
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Reread the story once again af am excited to hear you may be expanding on it. Everything you post is gold and look forward to where this story may lead. As always, you rock my friend.
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Hello. I re-read your story on Deviantart. The story is well reworked with nice additions. I expected the result with impatience. And I hope you book a new episode with Jennifer even bigger and more confident.