Brewed
Written & edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 8: Barrel-sized & Cannonballed
Note: If you don’t like EXTREME mature female muscle growth with NSFW content, this isn’t for you. Otherwise, have fun
“Y-y-your mum’s coming over to visit?”
Cassandra craned her body down into a most muscular, grinning proudly into the mirror as vein-topped muscles burgeoned and inflated outward. Her attire was a bikini so strained it, admittedly, was better off being off. “That’s right.”
Adam couldn’t decide where to devote most or all his attention: the fact Cassandra’s biceps even when cold were wider than his waist, or that her mother was coming over to visit rather unexpectedly. “Not sure what to say to that,” he admitted.
Cassandra stood upright and motioned to the measuring tape on the small table, then bent down slightly with a flexed arm easily four times wider than Adam’s head – at the very least. “Measure me.”
Adam complied; grabbing the tape and wrapped it round the woman’s massive limb, or rather, he tried to – he struggled to get the band halfway before giving in. “At least sixty inches.”
Cassandra frowned. “Only sixty; can’t have been pumped up enough.” She flexed the corresponding limb and watched it visibly bulge bigger before her eyes, bringing its meaty girth to somewhere around sixty-five inches. “There. That’s much better.”
Adam was understandably weak at the knees from the magnificent display. Generally, he would’ve blown his load from watching Cassandra flex, pose or just be there. But now she had him trained; he was able to hold his load.
“Don’t be so worried about Mum being here, love She’s dying to meet you.” Cassandra stroked Adam’s cheek tenderly with a smile, her wrinkled cheeks bunching up in response. “Besides, I think you’ll like her.”
“How so?” Adam inquired curiously, taking hold of Cassandra’s hand. In spite of the wrinkles and near constant use of weights, it was surprisingly soft, like velvet.
“Oh.” It had only now just dawned on Cassandra. She was practically embarrassed by her lack of thoughtfulness. “I never did tell you about her, did I?”
Adam shrugged. Cassandra was half right. She told him literally only a couple of things about her mother. “Well, yeah; you said her name’s Cordelia and she’s ninety. That’s about it.”
“Um… Ninety-two” Cassandra corrected.
“Oh….” Adam was discomfited in himself for mistaking Cordelia’s age so brazenly. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”
Cassandra lifted her hand up apologetically, forearm muscles dancing with the motion; rippling and bulging. “It’s fine,” she said kindly.
Adam smiled. It was nice to know Cassandra still had a kind side, in spite of her overpowering physique. “But what was it you wanted to say?” the young man questioned curiously.
“It’s best I show you,” the monolithic septuagenarian amazon admitted.
Adam blinked at the picture presented before him, trying to get his head round the old woman in the centre of the frame. There was no way she could be Cordelia. “That-that’s your mum?”
The picture of Cordelia wasn’t what anyone would expect. After all, nobody would expect a ninety-two year-old in a bikini, much less a bikini’d ninety-two year-old on a bodybuilding stage. Adam found himself erect at the sight, naturally. Was there no limit to his lewdness?
Cordelia was in a front lat spread pose, smiling proudly for the audience behind the camera lens. Her wrinkles didn’t hinder her massiveness, rather emphasised it; her sheer size outclassing Florence after her first encounter with the tea. How could someone this old be so physically active and thickly muscled?
“Yep.” Cassandra watched Adam hypothetically drool over the sight before him, his cock tenting in his jeans. “I did say you’d like her.”
Adam continued to observe the photo in greater detail, and discovered Cordelia was the largest woman on the stage, lats flaring outward like thick wings. He looked down at where a date would usually be positioned. “Lady Retro; November 19th, 2016,” he read aloud before realising. “That was last week!” His eyes glazed over with excitement.
“I knew you’d get excited.” Cassandra wrapped an arm easily wider than Adam’s round her young lover’s back. “Just contain it. It’ll pay off in the end.”
“But tell me.” Adam placed the photo on the small table where his newly brewed cup of tea rested. The milky liquid let out an inviting whitey vapour; he knocked back some of the brew. “Why is she here though? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind another muscular woman hanging around. It’s just… you’re not planning a threesome, are you?”
“No, no, that’s not it.” Cassandra chortled. Admittedly, a threesome had crossed her mind, but that wasn’t the motive behind her mother’s visit. “Well, have you ever noticed how my and your grandmother’s transformations occurred on our ordinary bodies?”
“Uh-huh,” Adam returned, trying to follow along.
“Well, how’s a body that’s already muscular going to react with the tea?”
Adam gulped not in fear, but from sheer excitement over what Cassandra insinuated. He was able to connect the dots; if Cassandra got this big with the tea without being muscular beforehand, it stood to reasoning that Cordelia could potentially grow even bigger than her daughter using her current muscular form as a base.
“You’re a genius!” Adam pulled in to lock lips with Cassandra, where upon that moment they explored each other’s mouths, tongue deep. The passionate moment lasted long enough for Cassandra to stealthily slip a pill down Adam’s throat. Realising this, he pulled back.
“What was that?”
Cassandra stuck out her tongue to reveal yet another pill hanging from its edge. “Viagra. Need you hard for when Mum arrives, even when you can’t or don’t wanna be.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll get hard from just seeing her.” What Adam said was, of course, the truth, but what he didn’t know was that Cordelia was ‘different’ from Cassandra.
“There’s you getting hard enough to satisfy me, and there’s satisfying my mum.” Cassandra slipped another Viagra pill into Adam’s hand suggestively. “There’s a big fucking difference. Pun intended.”
“How do you kn-” Adam sighed, suddenly realising what Cassandra meant. “Never mind.”
Then the doorbell rang, sending Adam and Cassandra into a frenzy. The burgeoned mature muscle goddess bounded from the settee and looked out the window to find a wide, wrinkled behemoth of a woman waiting outside. “Shit, she’s here. Take that other pill. I swear to God, you’re gonna need it.”
Adam chugged the other pill down his throat then took several breaths to maintain his composure.
“And for God’s sake, don’t blow your load the moment you see her.”
“Can’t promise that,” Adam declared.
Cassandra pulled the door open to reveal her mammoth sized mother standing proudly, two suitcases at either side of her. Cordelia was dressed in a white blouse that only just covered her immensity despite its custom size.
“Ah, my little daughter.” Cordelia opened her arms out for embracing, deltoid big as cannonballs pushing outward with barely effort. “How nice it is to see you again.”
Cassandra moved up to engage in the hug her massive mother offered. The hug itself when it occurred felt like being compressed in a vice, which was surprising to Cassandra even after all these years.
Cordelia then eyeballed Adam hiding behind Cassandra’s back standing confidently and with a smile. Cordelia released her daughter from the hug, then turned her attention to the young man, offering her hand.
Adam took a moment to observe the woman. Her breasts were quite literally like balloons, round, barrel-sized gravity-defying symbols of femininity with no sag to even think of, supported by a wall of pectoral tissue so dense, one could see the muscle itself took precedence over the skin covering it! Just like in the photo, her wrinkles emphasised the sheer power of the muscles jutting out in all directions.
“You must be Adam,” Cordelia said kindly.
He blew his load. It was impossible not to – the velvety tone of her voice was enough to send the young man over the sexual edge, let alone the overstuffed muscle mass. She had the voice of a porn star! Couple that with the undisputed awesomeness of her beefiness and she was embodiment of perfection!
Adam’s cum trickled thickly down his thighs, soaking them in a pasty white ooze, and gathered at his boot. Cassandra noticed this and shook her head. Frankly, she’d expected better from him.
“Oh. Someone likes me,” Cordelia said teasingly before chuckling like a schoolgirl, pecs and boobs bulging and bouncing with the act. “And I haven't even flexed yet!”
And right on cue, Cordelia did just that; grinning knowingly as her inhumanly girthed bicep popped upward, the peak level with the base of her skull!
“A little over seventy-four inches, the last time I checked,” Cordelia revealed with a grin that bunched up her cheeks like before. “Probably even more, considering it isn't even pumped.”
Whether it was the viagra finally kicking in or genuine arousal rekindling didn't matter, but Adam found himself aroused yet again. However, something did feel different, off even. And then he realised. The tea he drank- how could he be so blind? It was the Lotus Blend! Yet, the effects were understandably different for Adam; his cock actually grew in size, balls and all!
“I see you tricked him with that tea you keep talking about,” Cordelia smiled, eyeballing Adam’s bulging sack. “I really need to try him out.”
Adam gulped, moving back as Cordelia’s shadow-casting bulk casually smashed through the door’s threshold and closer to him. She picked up the lad and hoisted him over her shoulder. He weighed like a sack of potatoes to her, his cock sharply pressed into her mushroomed breast as the titanic woman carried him upstairs, each step loud and thunderous, the floorboard creaking and groaning under her bulk.
“Make sure you don't disturb us, sweetie. Big Adam here’s gonna have some fun.”
All Cassandra did in return was look on in amazement, not sure what to say. Perhaps it was better to just be quiet, but- “Can't I join-”
“No!” Cordelia’s voice boomed, forcing some of the precious ornaments around the hall to shake for a moment before ultimately crashing to their doom. “He's mine to play with.”
With a mere pec flex Cordelia’s chest burst through her blouse, reducing it to a pile of torn fabric, revealing both the muscles underneath that literally pulsed, throbbed and writhed in celebration of being freedom from their material prison and a kinky bikini top!
Next, grabbing them tightly with either hand, she yanked her trousers free in one swift tearing motion, exposing the tyre thick quads and watermelon-outsizing calves underneath, criss-crossed with veins and wrinkles, exposing the lower half of the bikini.
Adam tried to take in as much of Cordelia as possible, but in itself was improbable; every time he dared to look at one muscle, there was another gently in the corner of his eye beckoning for his attention. He turned down to her bikini bottoms and saw the muscled pussy underneath bulging and twitching!
Cordelia caught Adam’s glance and smirked. “I make sure to work every muscle, sweetie.” She advanced on his naked body and knelt at his larger cock that pulsed with anticipation. “Let’s see how rich and creamy your milk is.”
She engulfed his cock balls-deep, the sack bulging in her throat and spread out to make room. Adam twitched even from just the engulfing; it felt like he was being pleasured by a god, it so enthralling. His grandmother Florence was good, Cassandra better, but Cordelia—
Adam convulsed in pleasure for a moment before he noticed his cock was once again literally growing, bulging outward against Cordelia’s throat. She started choking on his meat, tears gathering at her eyes, but persisted; pushing her throat down further to his knees! Her tongue probed his phallus invasively, expertly coiling round and along it. And then—
Bulging like a ball, Cordelia’s throat was attacked by a torrent of Adam’s cum, which infused with both the Viagra and Lotus Blend, gave rise to filling the old woman’s stomach up like a beach ball; bloated, bulged, ballooned and boomed bigger, decorated in thick veiny and wrinkled stretch marks as the liquid flowed consistently. And yet she welcomed it.
Eventually the cum started to ooze out the edges of her mouth in thin streams, trickling down her amazing, brilliant, captivating, dumbfounding, electrifying, fantastic and growing muscles!
Adam’s eye’s practically popped out at the sight of seeing Cordelia’s already monstrous form goading even larger somehow. How’d it happen? How?! It was staring at him the whole time; his Lotus Blend infused seed was making her bigger. Inches at a time, no less; her 75-inched arms became 80… 85… 90…. Twitching, convulsing, swelling masses of she-beef! Her calves became cows and then some before bulging out with so much mass, they were single-handedly larger than Adam’s full height!
And she just. Kept. Sucking.
Eventually Adam’s cock was like withered straw in Cordelia’s mouth; flaccid and thin compared to the old woman’s transcending beef, whose breasts ballooned to match Adam’s full height, then surpassing it, shoulders surging outward to smash against the wall. Her bloated stomach gurgled as the underlying muscles spread out for space, growing and evolving to inhuman proportions. The peaks of her biceps rubbed together as they vied for space, triceps jutting outward to, like her shoulders, hit against the bedroom wall.
Cordelia pulled free from Adam’s cock almost suddenly and grinned, the simple motion giving a small dose of growth to her traps. “Never knew you’d be that creamy.”
She pulled her arms up into a victorious flex to boast her biceps’ larger size, 100... 105… 110 inches cold, listening to them drag across the ceiling in a frightful rumble. Her calves pushed against the wall, cracking it!
“You really were what Cassandra made you out to be,” Cordelia said soothing as she leaned in on Adam, casting a shadow so fast that it turned the whole room black! She ran a finger over his cheek, “And more.”
Yes, this was one of those “fuck it, I’ll go over-the-top” pieces. Cordelia was always meant to get this big, for those who wondered. But I’m not sure there’s any point in re-exploring her character in future chapters. Let me know what you thought of this piece. What should happen next?