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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: lothobb on July 14, 2021, 11:49:53 pm
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This is my first story that will involve FBBs and FMG. It starts out slow, with some character introductions, but it will get steamier with subsequent installments. Constructive criticism is welcome.
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Hank was hanging out at Billy’s Pub. It was a hole in the wall on the wrong side of the river. The booze was shitty, the place never saw a mop, and the bartenders were surly. He looked out of place. Most of the customers wore grubby jeans and work shirts. There were several bearded men wearing biker cuts. Meanwhile, Hank was sporting a blue silk shirt, grey slacks and polished black loafers. He was clean-cut, with a shaved head and no facial hair. The only reason Hank would frequent the joint was the arm-wrestling table. Patrons would place bets and the gladiators would compete. It wasn’t exactly safe or legal, but Billy’s hadn’t been shut down yet.
The reigning champion at Billy’s was Derek Doyle. Derek was 6’4” of muscle. He was big and brash. Derek loved to pick fights with people who were smaller than him. Hank hated bullies, and truly hoped that someone would beat Derek at his own game.
Shortly after 10pm, a young woman, not more than 25 years old entered the bar. She had a natural beauty about her. Short, maybe 5’1” tall, with chestnut brown hair in a dishevelled ponytail down to her mid-back. Olive-tan skin that suggested Southern Italian or Greek Island heritage. She had a pronounced, square and muscular jaw that only women who juiced could obtain. Her cheekbones were prominent. She had the cutest button-nose that Hank had ever seen. She was wearing a tattered and dirty dark brown sweat-shirt and sweatpant combo that clearly needed to be washed. It was obvious that she hadn’t bathed in a while.
Derek had just defeated some frat-boy at the table, and downed a pint in celebration. “Any more assholes think they can beat me?” he shouted to the bar.
With a powerful alto, unexpectedly coming from someone of her size, the new girl shouted, “five hundred bucks says I’ll waste the floor with you.”
Derek turned to look at the girl and laughed. “You stupid, dirty, cunt! You think you can beat me?! Easiest five hundred bucks I’ll ever make! Get over here!” he shouted, motioning to the table. Unintimidated, the woman walked up to the table, sat down, and placed her right hand up in the customary pose. Derek chuckled and matched her.
The patrons were abuzz with activity, placing bets. The young woman was the clear underdog, with wagers being called 20:1 against her. At that point, Hank reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of cash, declaring, “one thousand dollars on the girl beating Derek. Any takers?”
The seventy or so patrons all seemed to begin shouting at once. Odds changed. Everyone was trying to figure out what this guy knew that they didn’t.
“I’ll take that bet!” Derek bellowed, noticing the change in the tenor of the room. With that, the combatants began their trial. Derek pressed immediately, sure that he could end this little exercise in short order. His face turned to a grimace when he realized that he hadn’t budged the girl’s arm one bit. The young woman, for her part, was grinding her teeth, with her lips pulled back, focused entirely on her right arm. Derek adjusted, centered his strength, and began pushing in earnest. He knew that this wasn’t going to be an easy match, but it was one that he was going to win. After about three minutes, and with more effort than he thought that he should have expended, Derek brought the girl’s hand down to the table, shouting his triumph!
“You lost you dirty cunt! Give me my money!” he bellowed. The girl was stunned. From her expression it was clear both that she didn’t expect to lose, and that she didn’t have $500 to give to Derek. Derek reached out and grabbed her throat with his right hand and began squeezing. “You better have my money, bitch!” The girl began choking and sputtering.
“I’ve got it. She gave it to me to hold before the match,” shouted Hank. Hank tossed the $1000 roll and fished out another $500 from his pocket and slammed it on the table in front of Derek.
“Cunt just got lucky,” Derek said, releasing the girl’s throat. She coughed for a moment, catching her breath, looked at the man who paid her ransom, grabbed her tattered backpack that was next to the table and bolted out of the door.
Hank quickly paid his tab to the bartender and rushed out of the bar, hoping to catch sight of the girl making a hasty retreat. He didn’t immediately see her, but he heard an agonized scream, and a thud that sounded like metal denting. And again. It seemed to come from the alley behind the bar. Hank carefully walked around the building, and found the disheveled girl screaming, crying, and punching the dumpster behind the bar, making serious dents in the metal. After five more hits, the strong young woman collapsed next to the dumpster and began sobbing quietly to herself.
He walked up to her, extending his hand. “Hi. I’m Hank.”
She sniffled back her tears. “Angel,” she said. “Thanks for covering my debt. You didn’t have to do that.”
“It was nothing. I really wanted you to beat Derek.”
“I know. You would have made a lot of money,” Angel responded.
“It isn’t about the money. Derek’s a bully. I wanted to see him beaten at his own game.” replied Hank. “Can I get you a taxi?”
“I don’t have anywhere to go. And I couldn’t afford a taxi anyway,” said Angel.
“You’ve been sleeping rough?” asked Hank
“For about the last three weeks, since my car was towed. I needed that $500 to get my car out of the impound lot,” Angel responded.
“I’ve got an apartment just four blocks away, across the river. How about you come and spend the night. No hanky panky. You’d have your own bed. I’ll make you dinner and you can take a shower,” said Hank.
Angel looked up at him, appraising him. He was just a little taller than her at 5’4”. And she probably out weighed him by twenty pounds. He was also older than her by at least twenty years. She could take him if it came to blows.
“Okay, but I’m not going to have sex with you,” she said.
“I wasn’t going to ask. I’m old enough to be your father,” Hank replied, offering his hand to help her up.
Angel cocked her head and gave him a strange look before taking the hand that was offered.
They began walking and Hank started up the conversation. “You did pretty well against Derek. I’ve been going to Billy’s Pub for a while, and I can’t recall anyone presenting Derek with as much of a threat as you did tonight. But the guy has to have at least two hundred pounds and a foot and a half on you. Why did you challenge him?”
“Honestly? Mostly desperation. I need $500 to get my car out of impound. I took the last dose of my cycle this morning, and I was feeling strong. And he’s an asshole. I wanted to take him down a peg or two,” said Angel.
“Your car’s been towed and you’re buying ‘roids instead of getting your car back?” Hank asked.
“It’s not like that. It was a six week cycle that I bought more than two months ago. My situation has changed a little bit since then,” said Angel.
They walked across the bridge and down the street. The buildings became taller. Very soon, Hank stopped in front of the glass doors of a skyscraper. “This is us,” he said, leading Angel into the lobby.
Angel was awestruck. It was a beautiful building. Marble floors, columns, sconces, gilded trimmings.
“Good evening Mr. Miller,” greeted the concierge behind a desk in the lobby.
“Hi Brian. Heads up that Fred is going to pick me up tomorrow around 9am. Could you please call the elevator?”
“No problem, sir. The elevator is here, and everything will be set for your transport tomorrow,” Brian responded.
“This way, Angel,” said Hank, leading her away from the main bank of elevators.
Hank took Angel to a single elevator behind the concierge desk. It opened as they approached. They walked into the elevator and Angel remarked, “there’s just one button. What is ‘PH’?”
“Penthouse,” said Hank.
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Interesting start. Nice writing so far, with a good build up. Lert's see how things unfold.
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Thanks! That means a lot coming from you. I've been a fan for a while.
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A very interesting concept. The good Samaritan approach is well-executed here, and you have a good way of writing. I'd love to see more of this.
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Thanks! I appreciate it!
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It took two minutes for the elevator to take them up to the 64th floor. Angel stared up at the quickly ascending numbers on the elevator display as they took the ride in silence. With a ding, the doors opened into the living room of a grand apartment.
“Right this way,” said Hank, leading Angel into the penthouse apartment.
“You don’t have a door? The elevator comes right into your apartment?” Angel asked, not quite believing the situation.
“The elevator is the door. I don’t need a key because Brian downstairs is the only one who can open the elevator. He knows my face,” replied Hank.
“This place is MASSIVE!” said Angel, looking around. “Yeah,” said Hank, “It’s a great downtown retreat. There are six bedrooms. Let me show you where you’ll be bunking tonight. You’ll have your own bathroom and shower. Here’s a robe that you can use. I’ll throw your clothes into the washing machine so they’ll be clean when you change into them. The fridge is fairly well stocked. I can make us some chicken and veggie stir-fry while you get cleaned up.”
“That sounds amazing,” said Angel, captivated by the luxury of her surroundings.
Thirty minutes later, Angel emerged from the guest room, clean, and wearing the robe provided, making her way to the kitchen. Hank had just put her clothes into the dryer and was executing the finishing touches on dinner.
As they tucked in to eat, Angel asked “Why are you helping me? You clearly don’t need anything that I can give.”
“I hate bullies,” said Hank. “I was a small kid. I’m still relatively small at 5’4”. I was bullied horribly from the fourth grade on. Each day from 4th grade through 12th was a never ending buffet of chocolate swirlies, nuclear wedgies, being stuffed in lockers. Once, in eighth grade, some kids trapped me in a locker on a Friday, and I wasn’t let out until the next Monday. My parents called the police looking for me, but the police chief’s son was the one who put me there. There wasn’t going to be any justice. There were even a few times in ninth and tenth grade when the football team got together to beat me up and then they all took turns pissing on me in the boys locker room. I’ve done well since then, of course. University was liberating. I was able to look past my horrid experiences as a youth. I’ve amassed tremendous wealth. There aren’t many bullies that can meaningfully hurt me now. In any case, my experiences have informed my desires. I’m drawn to strong, muscular women. Probably because of some primal need for protection. I’m not a psychologist, but there we are. I saw you challenge Derek and deep in my bones I wanted you to succeed. I wanted a beautiful, strong woman to take down the vile bully.”
Angel had stopped chewing her food as she listened to Hank speak. A tear ran down her cheek as she empathised with his story.
“I’m keeping you from your food. Please eat!” Hank implored. Angel began chewing slowly, considering what she’d heard.
When her plate was empty, Hank asked, “So what’s your story? How did I find such an amazing young woman in such dire straits?”
“I’m not so amazing,” said Angel. “My father was a wonderful man. He was kind and strong, and he loved me and my mother. He died of cancer when I was eight years old. My mother was young and lonely. She remarried to a disgusting man named Tommy. Tommy would get drunk every day, beat and rape my mother and then beat and rape me. It happened like clockwork. 8pm would be my mother’s turn, and 9pm he would come into my room and beat and violate me. I cried to my mother so many times. I told her that he hurt me, but she begged me to be silent, for fear that the beatings would get worse. From the time I was nine years old until I escaped at 15, that was my daily routine. I ran away and I was done with being raped and beaten. I vowed to myself that I would become so strong that no one could force themselves on me; that I could beat the shit out of any rapists, wife beaters or child molesters with my own two hands. I started working out at the local ‘Y’ just after I ran away. They had free admission for minors, and there were social workers who helped me get my GED. I’d learned a ton about fitness and weight training there, and when I was 18 I was able to get a job as a personal trainer at a local gym. I was ecstatic! I could work out for free, and people were paying me to be strong and help them become strong. It was working out so well, until a year ago when the gym closed. I had a hard time finding another gym that would hire me. I only have a GED, and most gyms look for trainers with more qualifications. I kept myself in shape with calisthenics and cardio, and I knew a guy that would sell me steroids on occasion. When I couldn’t pay rent, I was kicked out of my apartment. I was living in my car for a while, but it was towed. For the last three weeks, I’ve been going from shelter to soup kitchen, trying to find a way to get my car back. I’d heard that people would gamble on arm-wrestling at Billy’s and I took a chance. I’m pretty strong, so I figured what do I have to lose?”
Angel began quietly sobbing. “I just don’t know what my way out is.”
“Will you let me offer you a way out?” Hank asked. “Stay here tonight, and then come with me to my house in the morning. Let me present you with an offer and then you can decide what is best for you. No strings attached.”
Angel looked at him with that same quizzical stare from earlier in the evening. “What do you mean ‘come with you to your house?’ Where are we now?”
“This is just my downtown retreat. I come here when I’m in the city for a restaurant or a show. The main house is north of town, 45 minutes by car.”
“Huh,” said Angel. “Okay. We’re leaving at 9am tomorrow?”
“Yep. Please excuse me while I make a phone call.” With that, Hank took out his cell phone and clicked a few buttons. “Hi Abby….Yes...I’m bringing a guest with me….have a guest suite ready….Fred should pick us up at 9am….and I’ll want to talk to Tali tomorrow around 11am….Yes….Thanks.”
With that, they both went to their separate bedrooms.
At 7:30 the next morning Hank knocked on Angel’s door. “I’m making spinach and mushroom omelettes for breakfast. Care to have one?”
“I’m getting up!” Angel shouted through the door.
Angel had changed back into her now clean sweats as she sat down for breakfast with Hank.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“Like a baby!” Angel replied, scarfing down her breakfast. “This is delicious! Do you cook often?”
“It’s a hobby, nothing more. Sadly, I don’t have the time to devote to truly mastering cooking.”
“You could have fooled me,” said Angel.
When they’d finished their breakfast, Hank motioned to the non-existent watch on his wrist. It’s 8:55, time to meet Fred.”
“Downstairs to the car?” asked Angel
“Not quite. This time, we’re going upstairs.” Hank led Angel to another elevator that took them to the roof, where a helicopter awaited them on the helipad of the building. “The house is 45 minutes by car, but only 15 minutes by air. I hope you don’t mind.”
Angel squealed with delight, bouncing up and down. “I’ve never been in a helicopter before!” she exclaimed.
They got in, put on their earphones, and Hank spoke into the microphone. “Hi Fred. Take us home, please.”
And they were off.
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Really good stuff Lothobb. Excellent to see the genre supported by quality writing and strong characterization. :bravo:
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an interesting story and very readable.
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I'm intrigued. Great characterization, a little surprised by that to be frank. :cool2:
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I like it so far. Good exposition and fairly fleshed-out characters. 👍🏾
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Thanks for all of the comments so far! I'm having lots of fun writing this.
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Ok, if Hank is being played by Richard Gere, who is playing Angel? Certainly not Julia Roberts.
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Great start and would like to read what happens next
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This is a wonderful start and quite well delivered. The characters are both likeable and somewhat appealing. Surely the reader can sympathize with Angel's background and Hank is a mystery but the curtain is gradually opening on him. Keep it going. K+!
Oh, and not Richard Gere either.
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12 minutes later, they were approaching the compound that Hank called home. It was a sprawling mansion with ancillary buildings on 230 acres of land. The helicopter descended onto a pad close to the main house.
“Got your things? Good, let’s go home,” said Hank.
They exited the helicopter and were greeted by the most beautiful woman that Angel had ever seen. She was a little taller than Hank at 5’6”, of Asian ancestry, and slender. Except for her prominent breasts. Angel couldn’t quite place her age, but she seemed to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She wore a navy blue power suit and moderately high heels. The whole ensemble gave off a vibe of a capable, beautiful woman that one shouldn’t mess with. Angel liked her immediately.
“Welcome home, Mr. Miller,” she shouted at them above the cacophony of the helicopter. Offering her hand to Angel, she introduced herself. “I’m Abby.”
“Angel,” she replied, giving Abby’s hand a firm shake.
“Good grip!” said a surprised Abby.
“Abby is my right hand, and Vice President and Chief Operations Officer of Miller Holdings. She does all of the day-to-day tasks that allow me to focus on the bigger picture,” Hank said to Angel. “Let’s get inside and away from the noisy helicopter.”
“I’ve prepared the conference room for your morning meetings,” said Abby as they moved into the house.
“This place is a palace!” Angel remarked, noting the marble and gilded nature of her surroundings.
“We’ll be sure to give you the full tour when you’ve heard my offer. For right now, let’s head to the conference room,” Hank said.
The conference room was dominated by a massive 8’x8’ screen on one wall, and a boardroom table that could seat twenty people. Hank took a seat at the head of the table, while Angel and Abby sat on either side of him. Abby took out a pad of paper and prepared to take notes.
Hank began by addressing Angel. “I’d like to help you get on your feet. First order of business should be to get your car back. What is the make and model, and where was it when it was towed?”
“It’s a 1992 grey Ford Taurus. It was parked by Washington Avenue and Main Street,” said Angel.
Turning to Abby, Hank said, “Have the boys from the garage find out where it was towed to, and get it. Pay any fines that need to be paid. Also make sure that there are no liens on the title. Have them change the oil, tune up the engine, and make sure that there’s a full tank of gas. And have them detail it while they’re at it. If there are any clothes in the car, have them give them to the housekeeping staff to wash and press. Once the car is ready, park it in front and make sure Angel has the keys.”
Angel was wide-eyed the entire time listening to this. “Wow! Thank you!”
“You are my guest. I want you to be able to come and go as you please. And really, this is only the start,” said Hank. “I’d like you to be my guest in this house for as long as you’d like. Abby has already made sure that you have a suite of rooms at your disposal. We have a fully equipped gym with all of the machines, free-weights, and cardio equipment that you could find in the best commercial gyms. There are also indoor and outdoor swimming pools, and miles of paths and trails through the gardens and forest areas. Take some time to relax, exercise in a gym again, and feel healthy.”
Looking to Abby again, Hank continued, “Make sure Angel has some ‘walking-around’ money. Get her a debit card and put a thousand dollars a week on it.”
Angel couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. “This is too generous,” she said.
“Nonsense,” said Hank. “I have it, and you need it more than I do. Use it for whatever you like. The only real condition that I have for this money is that you are not to spend it on back-alley steroids. There is no way to be sure of the quality or concentration. One bad batch can land you in the morgue.”
Angel seemed to deflate a little at this demand. “Okay,” she said.
“That wasn’t meant to chastise you,” said Hank. “If you truly want to achieve your goals of becoming so strong that no one could force themselves on you, there are better ways to do it. Which brings me to the heart of my proposal. I would like to help you to achieve this goal. I would like to have you train here. Strength training, endurance, parkour, martial arts, tactics. If you decide to take me up on my offer, you can dedicate yourself to these pursuits. When you are ready, I can help you target those that the Justice System has failed to punish. You could be a true Avenging Angel. It will take time and a lot of hard work. I don’t want your answer now. Take some time to get used to sleeping on a bed again. Know that you don’t have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. When you feel ready to decide, let me know either way. If you choose to leave, you should have a decent amount on your debit card to begin your new life wherever you like. For today, just relax.
“Abby, show Angel where her rooms are, give her a tour of the house. Definitely show her the gym. When that’s done, take her shopping. She’ll need work-out clothes. Also make sure she has several outfits for every day, some business attire and some formal wear. Stop by a sports nutrition store and get whatever protein, supplements and vitamins Angel wants. Get at least a month’s supply.
Hank turned to Angel and said, “Chef Giorgio always has dinner ready at 7pm on the dot. Abby, have Chef forego the heavy sauces while Angel is with us. Lean meats, whole grains, and fresh vegetables, please.”
To Angel, he said, “If it’s not too much of an imposition, I’d like a physician to give you a full check-up. You've been on the streets for some time now. It would be prudent to know if you have any infections or vitamin deficiencies. A full physical would let us know if any treatments are necessary.”
Angel responded, “I haven’t seen a doctor in as long as I can remember. I don’t like being poked and prodded, but it seems reasonable.”
“Excellent,” said Hank. “I’ll get the doctor here tomorrow.”
With that, Hank stood. Abby stood as well, and motioned for Angel to come with her. They exited the boardroom just as a stern looking woman in a grey pant-suit walked past them into the room.
“Who was that?” Angel asked Abby.
“That’s Tali. She’s Mr. Miller’s head of security,” said Abby. “Come on. We’ve got a full day. I’ll take you on a brief tour of the facilities, and then we’re going shopping! We should be back for dinner at 7 o’clock. Mr. Miller would miss us if we’re late.”
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“Thanks for coming, Tali,” said Hank.
“My pleasure. This is about your new guest, I presume.”
“Yes. I’d like some dossiers. Tell me all you can about Angel. I’d like to know that her story checks out. Find out anything you can about her step-father and her mother. Also give me anything you can find about Derek Doyle.”
“That asshole at the bar you like to visit?” Tali inquired.
“Yeah. He finally pissed me off enough that I’d like to do something about it. Tell me where he gets his money, any criminal activity, and see if you can find out where and how often he trains. I’d like some specifics, like how much he can bench.” said Hank.
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Loving the story so far, interesting concept. Keep it coming ;)
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“These will be your rooms” said Abby, as she opened the door.
“Wow!” was all Angel could say as she took it all in. She had been wide-eyed the entire walk from the conference room to the residential wing of the mansion. “Wow!”
“Here’s your sitting room. There’s a small study with a desk, computer and bookshelves over here.”
“I need to stop saying ‘Wow!’” Angel said.
Abby beamed a wide, friendly smile and chuckled, “You’ll get used to it. Here’s the bedroom, with a king bed. And your bathroom is just through that door. The housekeeping staff will take care of all of the cleaning and laundry. Just relax while you’re here. Feel free to leave your stuff in here. No need to worry. It will be here when you come back.
“Let’s head down to the gym. It’s in the first basement level.”
“The first basement level?” asked Angel
“The compound has three basement levels. Gym and movie theater on the first basement level, laundry and housekeeping on the second level, and facilities like water heaters and generators on the third. It’s a pretty extensive compound,” Abby replied.
“Clearly,” said Angel.
They made their way down and Abby opened the door to the gym.
Angel bounded around the room, all 5,000 square feet of it, appraising the equipment.
“You’ve got at least three of everything! This place is better equipped than the gym that I used to work at! Dumbbells up to 500 pounds? Who’s using those?! Does Hank lift?” Angel was peppering Abby with questions.
“I think the gym has been mostly aspirational for Mr. Miller. He does cardio and some light weight training almost every day, but he’s no bodybuilder.
“I know this is your natural habitat, but we do have a schedule to keep. So let’s get to the fun bit. Shopping!” said Abby, steering the agenda masterfully.
“I can’t remember the last time I shopped for any clothes that didn’t come from Goodwill,” said Angel.
“Well, today we will introduce you to the joys of Nordstrom!” Abby said. “Let’s head over to the garage. I’ll drive.”
They made their way to the garage. Angel was again in awe as she looked at a fleet of more than a dozen vehicles.
“We’ll take the Cayenne so we have room for our bags,” Abby said, as she selected a set of keys from a board.
As they began the drive, Angel started talking. “Is this for real? Is Hank a total bullshit artist, or is he the real deal?”
“Hank is definitely for real. He is a tremendously successful investor. He started with virtually nothing, but he had a sense for innovation early on, and could predict what would hit and what wouldn’t. He has been the money behind some of the most widely used technologies that we all benefit from today. You won’t see his name on any of those ‘Richest People’ lists because he hates the publicity, but I believe he has acquired more wealth than anyone on those lists. As for his offer, yes. That is very real. He is remarkably good at seeing potential, and he sees potential in you. Take your time in deciding if you’d want to commit to his offer, but know that it is very real.”
“It’s overwhelming what Hank is offering. It’s everything that I’ve wanted since as long as I can remember.” Angel trailed off, lost in thought for several minutes.
After a while, Angel resumed the conversation. “So how did you become Vice President of Miller Holdings? You look pretty young for a title that impressive. I mean, you can’t be much older than me, can you?”
Abby grinned. “You’re very sweet. Thanks for the compliment. I’m 32 now, and I’ve been working for Mr. Miller since I finished grad school 11 years ago.”
“Wait. You finished grad school when you were 21?” Angel asked.
“Yeah. I’ve always been book-smart. I graduated High School when I was 16, earned two bachelor’s degrees by 19, and had my two master’s degrees by 21. Mr. Miller was looking for a business advisor with fresh ideas and a feel for new technology. One of the head-hunters that he hired found my resume and I’ve been with Miller Holdings ever since. I did earn a few promotions during that time.”
“That’s impressive!” said Angel.
“What’s really impressive is that Mr. Miller was able to see my potential. I was a mess when he interviewed me. I was coming off a horrible relationship with an emotionally abusive asshole and I’m sure I looked like a wreck. At that point in my life, I had trouble getting out of bed in the morning. I felt like I had no self-worth.” said Abby.
Angel looked at Abby with sympathetic eyes. “Want to talk about it?”
“Sure,” Abby responded. “I’m long since over that piece of shit.” She paused before continuing. “Greg and I had been together since we were 18. He was hot, like physique-model hot. He was pretty smart, too, but we both knew he couldn’t hold a candle to me in the brains department. He would always put me down for not being attractive enough; that he was embarrassed to be seen with me.” Abby said.
“That’s ridiculous!” said Angel. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And I used to hang out with physique models all the time!”
“Thanks, Angel.” Abby smiled, but Angel could see that her eyes didn’t express the same joy. “Anyway, Greg pressured me into getting these.” She gestured to her obviously enhanced breasts. “When I had a consultation with the plastic surgeon, I wanted to get something within the realm of the natural, but Greg wouldn’t shut up about how he liked really big tits, and ‘didn’t I want to look good’, and a couple of other choice put-downs. He was a master of negging. I relented and went with the biggest set that the doctor was comfortable giving me considering my thin frame. When I had healed, he wanted me to show cleavage when we went out. I’ll never forget that first date after I took off the bandages. I was wearing a low-cut, slinky black little number with a slit up the thigh. I was really showing off the new girls! Heads were turning left and right and I was soaking up the attention. Greg hated that. We were walking to the restaurant, almost there, when a passing guy wolf-whistled at me. I turned and smiled at him. That’s when Greg snapped. He called me a slut and a whore, and he slapped me hard across the face before walking away from me. I collapsed on the sidewalk, crying and with a bloody lip. That was a week before I had to defend my second dissertation.”
“That sucks,” said Angel. “Do you know what happened to Greg afterward? Have you kept tabs on him?”
“No. I had so much going on at the time. I had to pull myself together enough to defend, and I already had my interview scheduled with Mr. Miller two days after that. I just cried a lot when I could get some alone time. I’ll tell you what, though. If you do take Mr. Miller up on his offer, and want to include Greg on your list of shitheads that you beat the snot out of with your bare hands, I won’t complain.” Abby concluded, with a mischievous smile.
“It’s a deal! And by the way, I love your tits! They’re gorgeous,” said Angel.
“Thanks. It took me a while, but I love them now, too. You wouldn’t believe what an advantage they are. Especially when I walk into a room full of male executives. They constantly underestimate me, thinking that I got my job because of the girls, that I’m sleeping my way to the top. I can tell by how some guys look at me that I will totally destroy them in negotiations.” The full beam smile was back as Abby said that.
“So are you and Hank…?” Angel asked, trying and failing to be subtle.
“That didn’t take long! Everyone asks. The short answer is no. We aren’t together, we’ve never slept together, we don’t have any intimate contact. Our relationship is strictly a business one.”
“That’s the short answer?” asked Angel. “What’s the long answer?”
“Maybe one day we will crack open a bottle of wine and each talk about things that could have been. As for right now, we’re here. Let’s get you some clothes!”
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Hank sat at the head of the dining room table and Abby and Angel sat on either side of him.
“This table is huge! There’s space for 30 people!” said Angel.
“Yeah,” Hank replied. “I’d always kind of wanted a big family. It just never happened. I guess the table was my mid-life crisis purchase.
“Anyway, how was your day?”
“OH MY GOD! It was AMAZING! Abby took me to Nordstrom. Did you know that department stores have customer levels? Abby is a ‘Level 4.’ There was a woman who greeted us at the door and brought us fancy coffee and took us to a private dressing room and brought us all of the things that we asked to see, and I got like 20 different gym outfits and they measured me for some business suits. They won’t be ready for another few days because I can’t really buy off the rack. But there was a seamstress who took my measurements and said that she would fix the stuff, and we got a few pairs of jeans and shorts and tank-tops and then Abby and I both tried on some bikinis. Have you seen Abby in a bikini? She’s so HOT! And then, when we got back, there was some time before dinner, so I got in a solid hour in the basement gym! That place is AWESOME! I LOVE working out there!
“Sorry! I’m kind of excited,” Angel said, trying unsuccessfully to contain her glee.
“It sounds like it,” said Hank. “Abby, is there any word on Angel’s car?”
“The boys found it, and got it out of impound. They’re working on it now, and it should be ready tomorrow afternoon.” said Abby.
“Excellent. Angel, I want you to take this time to train, heal and recuperate. You will always have a home here, but please think about my offer.”
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This story has been really good so far. Great work. I'm looking forward to the continuation.
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I really like what you are creating. I like the characters and you are filling them out very well. Great work! K+!
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Good writing still, nothing rushed. Let's see how things escalate.
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I really like the start of this story. Thanks for your work.
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The next morning, Hank made his way down to the gym like he did every day at 7am, ready to spend his hour on the elliptical and do a few crunches. As soon as he entered the door, Angel ran up to him. Sweaty and pumped, in a sports bra and lycra shorts, nothing was hidden. Her abs were pumped, six-pack clearly defined, with some veins running up and down her firm stomach.
“Hi Hank!,” she shouted, as she ran over to him. She grabbed both of his hands in hers and started swinging their arms back and forth.
“Hey Angel! I see you’ve spent some time down here,” Hank replied.
“Yeah. I like to lift first thing in the morning. Hey! Could you spot me?!? I’ve been blasting my abs all morning, but there’s this one exercise that really reams them out, but I need a second pair of hands.” Angel said.
“What would you like me to do?” Hank asked.
“Grab a 25lb plate and follow me.”
Angel walked over to a pull-up bar. She jumped up, grasped the bar and maneuvered herself so she was hanging by her knees.
“Ok. Hand me the plate. Keep one hand on the small of my back and the other on my abs. I need you to keep me from swinging and cheating. Just keep me steady.”
Hank held the plate out with both hands as Angel grasped it. She pulled it to her chest and when Hank put his hands in place, she began to do crunches from the hanging position with the added weight.
“12...13…” Angel counted out.
Hank could hardly believe what he was seeing.
“24...25”
After the 25th rep, Angel dropped the plate with a huff. “Thanks! It’s difficult to get the extra weight in place without someone helping.”
Hank was staring, slack-jawed while Angel was doing these crunches. His arousal was clearly visible by the tent in his pants.
“This is always the worst part,” Angel said while trying to catch her breath. “Trying to get down when my core has nothing left to give.”
“Grab hold of me and let your legs go. I’ll catch you,” said Hank.
“Hank, I’m pretty sure that I weigh more than you. I don’t think you could catch me,” Angel said.
“Try me,” said Hank.
“Okay,” Angel replied, with a resigned tone. She knew how this would go.
Angel grabbed Hank's arms in hers, let her torso meet his, and when Hank signalled that he had her, she let her legs free from the bar. They immediately crashed to the gym floor, Hank breaking her fall.
“Oww,” Hank grumbled.
“Are you ok?!?” Angel asked. “Anything broken?”
“Just a bruised ego.” Hank was acutely aware that his erection was pressed into Angel’s rock hard abs. “I’m not trying to be fresh.”
Angel smiled knowingly. “It’s ok. I like it here. And I need a minute before I can muster the energy to move.”
Eventually, Angel wrapped her arms around Hank and gave him a warm embrace. “Thanks for breaking my fall,” she said, with a smile filled with genuine affection.
“Whenever you need,” said Hank. “But you should really shower up. Dr. Singh will be here soon to give you your physical.”
With that, they both moved to get up off the floor.
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There was a knock on the door to Hank’s office.
“Come in,” said Hank.
Dr. Bargitta Singh knew she was a beautiful woman. She turned heads wherever she went. At 29 years old, she thought of herself as being in her prime. She worked at it too, spending a few hours in the gym each day to keep up her figure. Her looks, though, weren’t what Mr. Miller was paying her for.
Dr. Singh opened the door. Even in her conservative blouse, pants and lab coat, she was still an image of beauty.
“Please have a seat Dr. Singh. How is your patient?” Hank asked.
“She’s an interesting one,” said Bargitta. “Physically she’s quite healthy, though there are some lingering effects from some pretty nasty steroids that she had taken some time ago. Nothing that some well-balanced nutrition and time can’t heal. It’s also very clear that she has suffered intense physical trauma from sexual abuse in her past. Her cervix is quite scarred. Otherwise, she’s in great shape. No illnesses or vitamin deficiencies.”
“Do you think she would be a good candidate for the Formula?” asked Hank.
Bargitta gave a little chuckle. “Somehow I knew this would come up when I saw Angel’s obvious musculature. She clearly knows her way around the gym, is used to the physical discomfort of intense exercise needed for muscular hypertrophy, and doesn’t appear to have qualms about using performance enhancers. In that sense, she is an ideal candidate.”
“But you have concerns,” Hank said.
“More psychological than physical. The Formula has the potential to make her into the strongest person in the world. Do you know how she would react to becoming that strong? Would she start harming people? I don’t have to tell you about abuse patterns. People who have suffered abuse are much more likely to inflict it upon others,” Bargitta pointed out.
“We will have to see. I’m not offering it to her just yet. I want her to take some time to decide what she wants. And I will also be looking after her while she is making her choice. I hope that I’m not wrong about what I see in her, but I will have some time to get to know her. Then, we can decide. In the meanwhile, I’d like you to begin production of the Formula. Ideally, somewhere in the neighborhood of 30 doses a week. Let Abby know what you’d need to get started. And thank you for coming,” Hank said, ending the meeting.
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Angel knocked on Abby’s office door. Abby opened the door and smiled. Gesturing for Angel to come in, Abby pointed to her headphones, indicating that she was on a call.
“...Uh huh…. Look, Peter, the production numbers just aren’t where they should be. We’ve given you more than enough seed money. We even financed the entire third round. We are losing our patience. Mr. Miller believes in your technology, which is why we bought the patents from you. At this point you have a simple choice. Take the next 90 days to redouble your efforts, or we will take the patents, dump our stake in your company for pennies, and leave you out of any future projects.”
With a slight huff, Abby pushed the ‘End Call’ button.
“Sorry about that,” said Abby, smiling at Angel. “It was a lot more satisfying when we could actually slam a phone receiver down.”
“No problem,” Angel responded, with an ear-to-ear grin. “What was that all about?”
“Peter had an idea for a new technology. We reviewed it and it looked great on paper. He helped develop a process for turning captured carbon into industrial grade diamonds. Everything should be working out, but the levels of production aren’t where they should be,” Abby explained. “It’s getting on my nerves because Mr. Miller had some doubts about this particular investment and I convinced him it was worth the shot. I don’t like to disappoint him,” Abby said. “But enough about stupid people. To what do I owe this visit?”
Abby’s thousand-watt smile was genuine and infectious. Angel couldn’t help but smile back.
“I wanted to know if you were free after dinner,” Angel said. “I stopped by a wine shop and the clerk picked out a good Zinfandel for me. I was wondering if you’d like to hang out tonight.”
“I’d love that! Give me an hour to freshen up and it’s a date!” Abby replied.
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They each took their customary places at the dinner table that night.
“How was your day, Angel?” Hank asked.
“It was great! I got in two solid lifting workouts, and I went for a run along the wooded paths, and then for a swim! And Abby is such a BADASS! I went to her office today to see if she wanted to hang out later, and she was ripping some dude a new asshole through the phone! I don’t ever want to see her angry with me,” Angel exclaimed.
“Oh?” responded Hank. Turning to Abby, he asked “and who was being torn a new asshole?”
“Peter with Crystal Synthesis Technologies. You were right to keep an eye out. The numbers aren’t where they should be,” Abby replied.
“Do you think he’s skimming, or deliberately hampering production?” asked Hank.
“I just don’t know. Short of having someone inside the company, I couldn’t say,” said Abby.
“I’d like you to have Tali do a full investigation. Peter has always rubbed me the wrong way. I don’t trust him at all,” Hank said.
“How do you decide what to invest in?” Angel asked.
“That’s an excellent question!” said Hank.
Angel beamed at the compliment.
“I’ve done very well over the years. I have the luxury now of investing for the betterment of Humanity. Let me ask you, Angel. What do you think the biggest challenge is facing humanity right now?” asked Hank.
“I don’t know. Poverty? Starvation? Disease? War?” Angel responded.
“All big challenges to be sure. But the biggest one that I see, the one that is beginning to really cause poverty, starvation, disease to get worse is climate change. And in the very near future, I believe that climate change will be the instigating factor in full scale wars.
“So to partially answer your question, many of my investments are directed toward mitigating climate change. This means reducing greenhouse gasses and removing whatever we can from the atmosphere, but I recognize that we are working with an existing framework. We, as a species, have to figure out how to make eliminating greenhouse gasses profitable. For all of its flaws, capitalism is still a driving force for people and governments. Crystal Synthesis Technologies is a part of that philosophy. There are thousands of uses for industrial grade diamonds in a manufacturing setting. If we can turn part of the CO2 that we capture into high value products like industrial diamonds, it will make mitigating climate change easier for people to swallow. Abby has the right idea in her drive for this investment. I am just not sure about the specific company. And I’m very suspicious of Peter,” Hank responded.
“That makes a ton of sense. It’s amazing that you want to work to save humanity. But you said that that was only a partial answer. Are there other things that you invest in?” Angel asked.
“You’re much smarter than you let on,” Hank said. Angel beamed.
“That’s a very good thing. Keep your smarts in your back pocket. People will tend to judge you based on your looks. I know you are and will continue to be very strong physically. Never lose your mental edge.
“You’re right. That is only one of the two main tracks of my investment. The other is in things that I don’t trust other people to have. I buy technologies that would be deadly on a massive scale if they fell into the wrong hands. I buy them and mothball them, or use them sparingly and in very specific ways,” replied Hank.
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Great work so far. The introduction of the formula opens up a lot of possibilities. Something tells me Angel won't be the only growing woman. All of Hank's female associates could take the formula. And then Hank won't have just one super-crimefighter, but a whole team. I can't wait to see where this goes next.
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Amazing story and i am looking forward to more of your story
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Really nice continuation, thanks for sharing
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:bravo:
Beautiful writing, the descriptions, the flow, the personalities. Really superb!
I really love the plot, it is not straight-lined, but also not too convoluted. Just the right amount of twists!
Great stuff!!!
I'm anxiously awaiting the next installments.
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Sorry for the long delay. Life and work gets in the way. I have quite a bit of this story outlined already. It's just that agonizing process of typing the words out. Anyway, here's the next installment.
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Abby opened the door to her rooms just a few short seconds after Angel knocked. Abby’s hair, still damp from the shower fell down to her waist. A purple tank top did nothing to hide her prominent breasts, with nipples poking out. She wore a pair of orange shorts down to her mid-thigh.
Angel was sporting a cut-off wife-beater that displayed her 6 pack abs and adonis belt. The dolphin shorts were loose around her waist and tight on her thighs. She carried a bottle of wine and a wine opener.
“Hi Angel!” said Abby, grabbing the wine bottle and giving the shorter bodybuilder a hug. “This was such a good idea!”
Abby motioned for Angel to sit on a couch as she retrieved two wine glasses from a bar cart in the corner of the room.
They chatted and drank, and each knew that they were becoming fast friends. As they approached the end of their second glasses of wine, Angel piped up.
“Tell me the long story. Tell me about you and Hank.”
Abby sighed, walked over to a small wine fridge near the bar cart, pulled out a nice red and opened it.
“This story requires a little more wine,” Abby began. “I should preface by saying that Mr. Miller is probably the most ethical man that I’ve ever met. His word is his bond. He goes out of his way to treat everyone he interacts with with the utmost of respect.”
Angel nodded. “I got that vibe from him.”
“It’s a wonderful quality, and can be annoying as fuck.” Abby continued. “I’m madly in love with Mr. Miller.”
“Have you told him?” Angel asked, with intensity written across her face.
“I have, in a manner. Three separate times. His answer was always that it was inappropriate for him to become intimate with someone who works for him. It’s such bullshit! But he has his proclivities, and I have mine…” Abby drifted off a little.
“What are his proclivities?” Angel asked.
Abby gave an amused smirk. “He’s very moral. He’s ridiculously loyal to his friends and anyone who works for him. And he really gets a hardon for muscle women. Maybe it’s that I don’t do it for him, physically.”
“No way! I’ve seen how he looks at you. I would bet a million bucks that he’s just as in love with you as you are with him! I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he can’t take his eyes off you whenever you’re in the room, and the tent he pitches in his pants is massive whenever he sees you. You totally get him going!” Angel responded. “But if you want, I could train you. I can help you put on some muscle.”
Angel stepped over to Abby and inspected her with a discerning eye. “You’re fit. That’s clear. But we can work on giving you some more mass on your butt to balance your big tits.”
Angel continued her assessment, running a hand over Abby’s stomach. “And abs. We can do some core work and put you on a meal plan to get your abdominals shredded. There is nothing sexier than a woman with huge tits and tight abs.”
Angel continued her assessment of Abby’s physique, gently massaging her neck where it joined her shoulders. Abby leaned into the sensation of Angel’s hands. “We could also work on your lats and traps to accentuate your hourglass figure. I’m not trying to be super critical, but your boobs kind of dominate your upper body. You’d look AMAZING if you had some muscle mass to compliment them.”
“No offense taken,” said Abby. “I mean, your abs look incredible. And your muscles overall give of a ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibe that I really appreciate. Your core is particularly alluring.”
At that, Angel flexed her stomach. What had been defined abs turned into a solid six-pack with deep grooves.
“Do you find muscles on a girl as hot as Hank does?” Angel asked with a mischievous grin.
With a bemused grin, Abby responded, “I find power sexy.” At that, Abby ran her hand gently over Angel’s flexed abdominals.
“Is that why you’re in love with Hank?” Angel asked in a seductive voice, moving in closer.
“It’s one of the reasons why I lust after him,” said Abby, breathing heavily.
Angel tilted her head up, staring into Abby’s beautiful eyes. “Do you lust after me?” she asked, almost timidly.
Abby leaned down and kissed Angel, her hands groping Angel’s back and shoulders. Angel melted into the kiss. They made out hot and heavy for a few minutes before Angel moaned, “Take off your top. I’ve wanted to touch your tits since the moment I saw you.”
As Abby removed her top, Angel stripped completely. They each paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the other.
“You are so beautiful,” Angel said.
“And you are a work of art,” Abby responded.
They moved in toward each other, each trying to touch every inch of skin on the other as they kissed furiously.
Angel found Abby’s prominent breast and began fondling her nipple. As she did so, Abby gasped. “Uuugh! They’re very sensitive. I love having my nipples played with. They’re almost like little clits. You can be a bit rough with them if you want to.”
That was all the prompting Angel needed. She grabbed Abby’s right nipple with her left hand and forcefully began to pinch it. At the same time, she snaked her right hand down Abby’s shorts and found the beautiful Asian woman’s clit and began rubbing it furiously. It took only seconds for Abby to climax with intensity.
“FUUUCK!!!” Abby screamed. She grabbed Angel’s hand from her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking her own juices off of Angel’s hand. She then grabbed the back of Angel’s head and locked lips with her for what seemed like minutes. “I can’t ever remember cumming that hard!”
Angel beamed a seductive smile. “You’re really fun to give orgasms to.”
“Well, I owe you a good one,” said Abby. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” She led Angel by the hand through the door to her bedroom while simultaneously shimmying out of her shorts. As they approached the bed, Abby brought Angel in for another intense kiss. Maneuvering the young bodybuilder, Abby pushed Angel so the muscular girl fell back on the bed. Abby wasted no time and began kissing Angel’s muscular inner thighs, working her way towards Angel’s core. “Your pussy smells sooo gooood, and your clit is HUGE!” Abby commented.
“It’s from all the steroids, I guess,” Angel said with a giggle. “Not everyone likes it.”
“I LOVE it! It’s like a little cock. And I love sucking cock.” Abby exclaimed. Without any further hesitation, Abby dove in, bringing Angel’s clitoris into her mouth. She licked and sucked the girl’s nubbin while groping Angel’s defined abdominals. Her other hand was busy vigorously jamming three fingers into Angel’s pussy.
The stimulation was too much for Angel to take. She wrapped her strong, muscular legs around Abby’s head, forcing her lover’s mouth deeper onto her clit. Abby tried to voice her concern, but her shouts of protestations were only further stimulation for Angel’s clit. Sensing that the only way out was through, Abby bit down on the stronger woman’s clit while forcing as much of her hand into Angel’s opening as she could.
In less than a minute, Angel screamed. “OH MY GAWD!!!” As she climaxed, Angel released her scissoring death grip on Abby’s head.
Gasping for air, Abby said “You should come with a safety warning!”
“Sorry!” said Angel, with an embarrassed smile. “You really got me going, and I kind of lost it.”
“No harm, no foul. But maybe I need to learn to tap out next time,” Abby said, returning a loving smile. “Now that the edge is off, do you mind if we just make out for a while?”
Angel laughed. “I’d love that.” And embraced Abby on the bed.
The next hour was spent feeling each other up and kissing. As Angel began to doze, she said, “We could totally seduce Hank together.”
“Maybe we could,” Abby responded with a shit-eating grin.
“Do you think Hank would be my Daddy,” asked Angel, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“I’m sure he would love to be your Daddy,” Abby said, as they both drifted off to sleep.
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K+. This is a story I love
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Awesome. It's great to see this story continued.
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Great to see this fantastic story (and its wonderful characters) back and continuing!!!
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Well written, good characters, fun to read... and HOT :) Makes me go stop hinting around at all this super muscle stuff and get to it already! LOL so good job building it up
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Back with another installment. I know it's been a while, but life gets in the way of my writing.
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A few weeks later, Abby, Angel and Hank were sitting down to dinner. The conversation was light and everyone was enjoying themselves.
“Can I ask you something, Hank?” Angel inquired.
“Of course!”
“You’re one of the richest people in the world. Why do you go to Billy’s pub to watch armwrestling? If you wanted to see strong women beat men, couldn’t you arrange to have, i don’t know, private exhibitions or something?”
Hank chuckled. “Have you been talking to Tali? She’s always on my case about going there. She says it presents an unnecessary risk to my personal safety.
“To answer your question, I absolutely could arrange for any kind of spectacle that interests me, but I wanted to believe that some justice could exist; that the bully could get his comeuppance without everything being staged.”
“But I didn’t beat Derek,” Angel replied, almost sadly.
Hank reached over and gently placed his hand on Angel’s cheek, noticing that a tear was beginning to form in her eyes. “You didn’t that day. But if you stay with us, if we work together, I know that I can help you beat him one day. It would be my honor to help you become greater than you were when you first went up against Derek. I would love to help you achieve what even you think is beyond your potential.”
Angel choked back her tears and smiled. She reached up and touched Hank’s hand that was still on her cheek. “I would like that very much,” she said softly.
“I need to travel the next several days to assess a potential investment. Maybe when I get back we can talk about you staying with us for a while longer?” Hank asked.
“Can you tell me what the potential investment is?” asked Angel.
“I’m afraid it’s a secret until I learn more,” Hank replied.
“Does Abby know?”
Abby started chewing very slowly, looking between Angel and Hank like she was about to be in trouble.
Hank gave Abby a knowing look and responded, “Abby knows everything that goes on at Miller Holdings. But she’s sworn to secrecy. She knows not to talk about it with anyone.”
“Can you tell me what kind of investment it is? Is it the first kind, or the second kind?” Angel asked.
Hank smiled, proud of Angel’s curiosity and probing line of questioning. “It has the potential to be both, but I need to see a proof of concept first. This meeting is really going to allow me to size up the people involved, to get a sense for them and the direction that they want to go in.”
After dinner, Angel and Abby headed to Abby’s rooms and finalized their plans.
Hank returned three days later in the evening. He was sitting at his desk, catching up on some reports that Abby had prepared for him when he heard a knock on his office door.
“Come in.”
Angel and Abby had talked through this encounter several times during the last few days.
Angel opened the door and walked in with a casual confidence. She had spent the last half hour getting a good pump going. Her chestnut hair was in a sporty ponytail. She wore a cutoff wife-beater that barely came down below her pecs, her har nipples clearly could be seen through the top. Each of her abdominals flexed as she moved with grace. See looked wider than he remembered, with her large delts projecting outward. Her arms, corded with muscle and topped with pronounced veins, swayed ever so slightly as she made her way toward Hank’s desk. She wore very short jean shorts, cut so that much of her glutes were exposed. Her quads looked very solid, bunching and flexing with each step.
Abby had done up her makeup, lightly applied so that Angel’s natural beauty shone through.
Hank stood up from his desk and moved to meet Angel as she walked in. He couldn’t help but take in a breath at the sight of his fantasy come to life.
“Hi Hank,” Angel said. “I hope I’m not disturbing you.”
“Not at all,” he responded.
“I wanted to talk to you about your offer. But let me start by saying that being here has been the best six weeks of my life. I feel healthier than I ever have, I’ve increased all of my max lifts by at least ten pounds, and I’ve put on about 5 pounds of muscle.”
With that, she casually flexed her right bicep, its 15.5” girth drawing Hank’s attention.
“Wow,” was all that he could say.
Angel smiled, looking at the prominent bulge in Hank’s pants. Everything was going according to plan.
“Before we get into it. Can I ask you a question?” said Angel.
“Anything,” Hank responded.
“Do you love me?”
“Do I love you?”
“Yes.”
Hank paused for a moment. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. And I don’t want there to be any awkwardness between us. You are a remarkable young woman, determined and beautiful. Yes. I love you,” Hank responded, not sure where this was going.
Angel breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and grabbed Hank’s head, pulled him to her, and gave him a smoldering kiss that lasted for what seemed like minutes.
“I want to take you up on your offer, under one condition,” she said.
“And what would that be?” Hank asked.
“I want you to be my Daddy,” Angel stated matter-of-factly.
“What does that mean, to be your Daddy?” Hank asked.
“I want you to guide me. Help me reach my goals. Tell me when I’m doing things wrong, and when I’m doing things right. Help motivate me when I’m struggling. And in return, I promise to always try my best for you. To make you proud of me,” Angel explained.
“I’d love to be your Daddy,” Hank replied.
“THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!” Angel exclaimed.
She grabbed Hank again for another searing kiss and then reached into her pocket and produced a thin black choker with a heart shaped locket.
“Would you put this on me, Daddy?” Angel asked.
Amused, Hank agreed. Angel then handed him the key, saying “This is the only key. You’ll have to help me take it off when I swim or shower.”
Once the necklace was secure, and more kisses exchanged, Angel began to lower herself to her knees in front of Hank.
“You don’t have to do this,” Hank said, suspecting what was coming.
“I want to,” Angel replied as she unfastened his belt and began undoing the button on his slacks. “I want to show you what a good girl I am for my Daddy who loves me.”
Hank could only moan as she worked his erection out of his boxers, his pants falling to his ankles.
“OH MY GOD! DADDY!”
“What is it, Angel?” Hank asked.
“Your cock is HUGE! I mean it’s long, but it’s SUPER THICK! I don’t think I could fit it in my mouth!” she exclaimed, measuring his erect ten inches with her forearm.
Hank looked down and saw Angel measuring his girth with her wrist. His spear was definitely wider.
“It’s been a problem in the past with previous girlfriends. One of the reasons why I don’t date much,” Hank said with a hint of concern in his voice.
“You have NOTHING to be ashamed about! Those stupid bitches clearly didn’t know what to do with such a massive stud!” she said.
Angel began licking the underside of his cock slowly and deliberately, cupping his balls with one hand while working his shaft with the other.
Looking Hank in the eyes, she said with a sultry voice, “I’m going to have to suck your cock every single day. I’m going to need all of the protein I can get.”
Angel worked his crown into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock. Both of her hands were stroking his length.
Hank looked at her arms as they flexed, working his shaft. Noticing where his eyes were, Angel moved her left arm into a bicep flex while she continued stroking him with her right hand and worshiping his cock with her mouth.
It only took a few moments before Hank, in haggard breaths, said “I’m…close….”
She kept stroking him and took him out of her mouth to say, “Cum in my mouth Daddy. Give me your protein.” As she went back to sucking him.
That was all it took. With a groan, he shot spurt after spurt into her mouth. Angel tried to swallow as fast as she could, but he was out-pacing her as a trail of semen slid down her chin.
Finally finished, she let his softening member slip from her mouth, and she wiped the rest of his spending from her chin, licking it off of her fingers.
As Angel stood, Hank could only say “Wow” again. He began to pull up his pants.
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” said Angel, as she led him by the hand toward his rooms. “We’re going to spend the whole night together.”
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I have missed this this story. Great work. Absolutely loved it. Hope you post next chapter soon. K+
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Interesting build up. Hope to see more details soon.
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It is very good to see this story is still alive!
It is an excellent story so far. :bravo:
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This is a wonderful story, well written and interesting. The content is right on target for readers like me. I appreciate the nice character development. Great that you are not rushing into heavy sex and hard core muscle material. I am looking forward to reading more, and seeing where you go with these characters. Thanks!!!
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A very nice slow burn story! Reminds me of Pretty Women but with Muscle growth (in a good way)!
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Really hope to see more from this story. It can go so many ways.
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Me too, this story is very promising. Excellent writing, excellent plot! I hope it doesn't die here.
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brilliantly written with good set of characters.
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I love this story and I hope to see more of it. Thanks for sharing it with us.
:bravo:
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Quite nicely done and really hope there will be more especially as hot as it is getting. K+!
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Nice flow, good escalation. Not the worst dialogue either, Keep up the nice work.
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Apologies for the delay. Life gets in the way, and I'm not the quickest at writing sex scenes. That being said, I have a pretty good outline for where this story is going. No promises as to the pace of updates, but there is definitely more to this story.
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She kept stroking him and took him out of her mouth to say, “Cum in my mouth Daddy. Give me your protein.” As she went back to sucking him.
That was all it took. With a groan, he shot spurt after spurt into her mouth. Angel tried to swallow as fast as she could, but he was out-pacing her as a trail of semen slid down her chin.
Finally finished, she let his softening member slip from her mouth, and she wiped the rest of his spending from her chin, licking it off of her fingers.
As Angel stood, Hank could only say “Wow” again. He began to pull up his pants.
“Oh, we’re not done yet,” said Angel, as she led him by the hand toward his rooms. “We’re going to spend the whole night together.” With that, Hank let his pants drop.
She opened Hank’s bedroom, with Hank still in tow. Angel whistled at the sight of his custom over-sized bed.
“You could totally have whole orgies on that thing! How big is it?” Angel asked, appreciatively.
“It’s ten feet by ten feet. I like to spread out. Haven’t had an orgie on it though. To tell you the truth, I haven’t made love to anyone in over a decade,” was Hank’s reply.
“Really?” Angel asked, raising an eyebrow, clearly skeptical of Hank.
“Really,” said Hank. “Relationships can get complicated. I never really had a desire for casual sex, and it’s hard to form relationships when there are so many women who are just out for money. You wouldn’t believe how many gold-diggers are out there. I guess I’ve just become pretty guarded over the years.”
Turning to look Hank in the eye, with a hopeful expression on her face, Angel asked, “would you make love to me, Daddy?”
“I would be delighted to,” Hank replied. He leaned in to caress her cheek, and gave her a long, lingering, sensual kiss.
As they pulled their lips apart, Angel said “Please be gentle. This will be my first time making love to a man.”
Now it was Hank’s turn to say “Really?” with skepticism.
Angel gave him a sincere look and said, “I mean, I’ve fucked guys, and I’ve been fucked by guys. But I’ve never really made love with a man.”
Hank looked at Angel with understanding eyes and led her to the bed. They sat next to each other and Hank began to kiss Angel tenderly, gently caressing her cheek. Hank moved his hand gently tracing his finger down Angel’s neck. Angel moaned into his mouth while moving her own hands to his shirt and began unbuttoning it. He traced the veins of her neck with his fingers down to her deltoids and began massaging her large shoulders. Breaking the kiss, Hank said “I love your muscles.”
“I love it when you touch them,” Angel replied. “Please don’t stop,” she implored.
His shirt unbuttoned, Angel pulled it off of him. He playfully pushed her down onto the bed. Angel smirked, knowing that he would never be able to push her anywhere that she didn’t want to go. But this time, she followed his lead and landed on her back. Hank slid down the bed to be at her feet. He began simply massaging her feet, kissing as he went. Angel mewed in pleasure at the delightful contact. Slowly, deliberately, Hank moved his hands to her calves, massaging and kissing as he went.
“Oh, Daddy!” said Angel, “that feels really good!”
“Like you said, Baby, we’re just getting started.”
With that, Hank moved up to her thighs, groping her strong, muscular quads. He ran his fingers along the defined separation of the muscles there, before kissing each in turn. Then, with a languid pace, Hank kissed his way down to Angel’s inner thigh and began to give her powerful thighs little licks. Angel gasped and spread her legs wider, hoping her Daddy would continue up her body. He did, but deliberately skipped over her cleft as he kissed and felt his way up to her lower abdominals.
“I love your abs,” Hank said in between kisses. Angel smiled and flexed her core, almost giggling at his light, worshipful groping.
“Daddy! You’ve got me so wet that I might lose my mind if you don’t shove that thick cock in me soon!”
“Shh,” Hank softly said. “This is me making love to you. We shouldn’t rush it. Do you enjoy being worshiped like this?” Hank asked.
“No man has ever done what you’re doing to me,” she moaned.
“That tells me you’ve only ever been with idiots. You are a goddess and deserve to be treated as such.”
Hank then continued his journey up her core and to the lower part of her pectorals, massaging and then kissing his way carefully around her nipples without touching them.
“Please Daddy! Please!” Angel implored. “I can’t take this anymore!”
Acknowledging her frustration, Hank pinched her left nipple while taking the right one in his mouth and gently bit down on it while flicking it with his tongue.
“Oh God! Daddy!” Angel exclaimed as she orgasmed for the first time that night.
As Angel caught her breath, Hank moved his massaging up toward her thick shoulders and traps.
Coming down from her orgasm, Angel said, “you are such a tease, Daddy.”
“Are you enjoying it? I can stop if you want me to.”
“DON’T YOU DARE!” she playfully shrieked. “We’re on this ride together. Just wait until it’s my turn.”
Hank made his way to her right arm. “Flex your bicep for me.”
She did, showing off her 15.5” around arms. He stared in awe for a brief moment before he attacked her bicep with licks and kisses, tracing the blue vein that ran the length of its peak.
“You really like my muscles, huh?” she asked with a delighted little smirk.
“You have no idea. I’ve never been this hard in my life,” Hank responded.
Angel reached down with her left hand and found his cock. Gripping it firmly in her powerful hand, she began to stroke him.
“There’s a better place for this thick horse-cock than my hand,” she said.
“Are you trying to rush this? We have all night,” he said, playfully batting away her hand.
Hank moved back down toward her cleft. Sensing where this was going, Angel started lightly protesting. Her steroid use had enlarged her clitoris. A previous fling had been repulsed by it, and told her so. She had become a bit embarrassed by its size.
“Daddy, my clit. It’s…”
“It’s beautiful,” said Hank. “Big and powerful. Beautiful just like the rest of you.”
With that, Hank began to gently massaging her clit.
“Hnnnng!” was the only thing Angel was able to gurgle as another orgasm quickly approached.
Hank brought his mouth to her pinky-sized clitoris and gently licked and sucked at it. Angel’s pleasure skyrocketed and she moaned with the intensity of her cumming.
She grabbed her own legs and used her strong arms to keep them from surrounding Hank’s head, knowing that she might lose control and accidentally hurt him. Hank continued his oral assault for several minutes and brought a finger to her opening, sliding it into her exceptionally well lubricated pussy. Working his finger in and out of her tight hole he continued licking and sicking on her clit, prolonging her orgasm for minutes as she screamed incoherently.
Finally, she couldn’t take it any more. Grabbing his hair, and pulling his head up, she said breathily, “Too much!” and panted heavily, attempting to catch her breath.
Hank moved up the bed to be next to her. Angel wrapped her arms around his head and brought him in for an intense kiss. “That was amazing!” she said. Then Angel started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” asked Hank.
“You taste like pussy,” she said, her giggling continued.
“I taste like YOUR pussy,” Hank replied.
“Oh, I’m not complaining at all! In fact, I wouldn’t mind tasting some other pussy on your mouth, if you wanted,” she said.
“Wait. Are you saying…” Hank started, before she jumped in.
“My Daddy should have as much pussy as he can handle. I might even share some of the pussy I get with you, Daddy!” Angel replied.
“I know we didn’t talk about this, but I had assumed that you were after a monogamous relationship.”
“Daddy, I don’t do monogamous. I hope you understand, but I’m basically horny all the time. I need a lot of sex just to stay sane. I love you, and you’re amazing, but I will need more than any one man could give me.”
Hank immediately looked crest-fallen.
Sensing that his mood had shifted, Angel quickly continued. “But let me make you a promise. You are the only man who will ever be with me. As long as you are my Daddy, yours is the only cock that gets to be in me. But I will fool around with girls. And I’ll want you to fool around with us, too.”
As understanding dawned on Hank, he said “And here I thought I was rock hard before!”
“Good!” she replied. “Let me feel that thick monster inside me, please Daddy?”
Hank wasted no time and got on top of Angel. She fingered her own pussy, wetting her hand with her copious juices, and then grabbed his shaft, coating it in her nectar.
“Tell me if it hurts, and I’ll stop,” Hank said as he lined up to her opening.
“I’ve got a really strong core, Daddy. And I can squeeze hard. You can also tell me if it hurts,” Angel replied, smiling as if daring him.
He began slowly entering her. Angel gasped, “Fuck, Daddy! You’re so thick!” She grabbed the sheets on either side of her and squeezed hard.
“And you’re so tight!” Hank replied. “Let me know if you need me to stop.”
“Just… go slow,” she responded.
Hank did just that. Slowly, deliberately he entered her. Inch by agonizing inch. They both entered a kind of heaven. When he bottomed out into her Hank brought his hands to her face and looked her in the eyes. “You took all of me,” he said.
Wide-eyed, she looked at him with amazement, brought her hands up to his head and forcefully guided him into a kiss. Hank began to slowly work his way in and out as they necked. Hank felt like his penis was being gripped by an iron fist in a velvet glove. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, so he worked his hand down between them, finding her clitoris. He fingered her as he sawed in and out of Angel more rapidly. With the added stimulation, Angel’s eyes shot open. Her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her eyes moved back into her head as her vaginal muscles clamped down on the massive, pleasurable intruder. That was all it took for Hank to lose it. He grunted loudly and shot his load inside her. They stayed like that for the better part of two minutes. Finally, exhausted, Hank’s wilting member slid out of its divine sheath and he fell to the bed beside his muscular lover.
Hank looked over at Angel and saw her almost glowing with a tremendous smile. Her eyes were closed as she savored the moment.
Stroking her cheek gently, he asked, “So how was your first time making love with a man?”
Angel laughed, “I have the best Daddy ever!” and kissed him.
They both lay there, embracing and petting each other. Finally, after about half an hour Angel asked, “Am I the first muscle girl that you’ve ever been with, Daddy?”
Blushing, Hank said, “Yes. Was I ok?” Hank began feeling her arm. Bicep, tricep. Even unflexed, her meaty arm was firm.
“OH MY GAWD! Daddy, you are the most amazing! I was just wondering…” she began, as she brought her hand down and started stroking his member, “would you like me to show you how I usually fuck guys?”
Hank got to full hardness immediately. “Yes! I mean, if you want to.”
She continued stroking him but put a mock-serious expression on her face. “Ok, Daddy. But we’re going to need a safe word. I’m pretty strong and sometimes I don’t realize how much force I’m using. I also get off on being stronger than men. It turns me on knowing that the man is weaker than me, that they can’t stop me. Say the safe word, and I’ll stop. If you don’t say the safe word, I will keep on going. It needs to be something that you wouldn’t normally say during sex. Something that would be immediately recognizable as an out-of-context word.”
“How about ‘pineapple’,” suggested Hank.
“Perfect!”
Immediately, Angel flipped them over with ease so that she was on top. Smiling down at him she began flexing her thighs around him. Hank was astounded at the strength being applied to his midsection from her powerful legs. His hardon poked at her glutes with a vengeance.
“You like this, don’t you, Daddy?” Angel asked in a gleeful tone. “You like that I’m stronger than you.”
“I do. You’re so much stronger than me,” he answered.
Angel flexed her abs and continued to squeeze with her thighs. “You realize that you’re helpless now, right? There’s nothing that you can do to get away if I don’t allow it.”
“Why would I want to get away from a goddess? I want you to be stronger than me. I want to worship you.” Hank replied.
“FUCK! Daddy! You say the sweetest things! It’s not enough, though, is it?” Angel asked.
“Only you can tell me when it’s enough,” said Hank. “Tell me what you want and I will help you make it happen.”
Angel guided his cock into her dripping cunt and slammed home. She let out a feral grunt as her entire upper body flexed with the effort.
Raising her arms into a double bicep flex, Angel said, “I want to be bigger and stronger!”
She rode his cock up and down. Hank was captivated by her force, reached out and grabbed her biceps as she flexed. “How big do you want to get, Baby?”
Angel leaned forward and brought her right arm in front of Hank’s face. “I want my biceps to be bigger than your fucking head!” she exclaimed. He groped the flexed arm in front of him and said “Yes, beautiful Angel, and how strong do you want to get?”
Angel had never been as turned on as she was in that moment. She knew, with absolute certainty, that all of her fantasies were becoming reality. Daddy’s thick cock was stretching her out to capacity, and Daddy was her very own genie right now. And he was in a wish-granting mood. With another tremendous orgasm fast approaching, Angel said “I want to be able to bench press a FUCKING TANK!”
Slamming down on Hank’s dick, Angel screamed in orgasm. Hank unleashed another load into her and muttered under his breath, “Yes, beautiful Angel.” And they both slipped off into a deep slumber.
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Awesome
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Wonderful story. Very greedily I hope we can have another one soon
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The last installment marked the end of what I consider Chapter 1 of Daddy's Angel. Here's the beginning of Chapter 2. As always, feedback and Karma are appreciated.
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Hank and Angel slowly woke up in each other’s arms. Sunlight was streaming through the window, illuminating both of their faces. Hank opened his eyes first, gazing upon the face of his beautiful, strong, young lover.
“Good morning, beautiful Angel,” he said.
With her eyes still closed, the most joyous smile graced her face. “Good morning, Daddy!”
A moment later she grimaced. “Is everything ok?” asked Hank.
“Fucking you is like leg day,” said Angel. “Feels amazing at the time, but I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a few days. Give me a second to get situated. Your cock should come with a warning label.”
Hank smiled, kissed Angel on the forehead, and got out of bed. He made his way to the bathroom. Several minutes later, as Angel was collecting herself mentally, and doing some stretches in the bed, Hank emerged from the bathroom with a small leather case in his hand.
Looking at Hank, Angel asked, “What’s that?”
“This is a gift for you. Something that will help you to achieve your goals,” Hank replied.
He opened the case and showed Angel the vial with bright orange liquid and a syringe.
Sitting up at attention, unconcerned that her naked torso with her beefy pecs and broad shoulders was fully on display, she asked “Steroids?”
“Much better than steroids,” replied Hank. “We call this ‘The Formula.’ You remember Dr. Singh, who administered your physical a few weeks ago? She developed this. It’s how I found her. I heard through my network that she was developing this and I couldn’t let anyone else have it, so I gave her a massive increase in funding, brought her on board my organization, and secured the rights to this. This is one of the most clear-cut examples of the 2nd type of investment that I make. Technology that would be irresponsible to be let out into the wider world.”
“What does it do?” Angel asked.
“It works like a steroid in that it promotes muscle growth, but the similarity ends there. Whereas a typical steroid stack can help you gain two or three pounds of muscle mass in a week in conjunction with a good diet and rigorous training, we believe that ‘The Formula’ can allow you to gain anywhere from eight to ten pounds of muscle, with a much greater increase in strength. It also enhances senses. Eyesight, hearing, smell, taste and physical touch become much more acute. And all of this without the acne, hair growth, and other side effects of traditional steroids. Bargitta was originally going to try to sell this to a military organization. Any military, really, or a private mercenary organization. I’m just lucky that I found out about it in the early stages,” said Hank.
“Lucky? Daddy, come on,” Angel said with a slight frown, not quite believing him.
Hank chuckled. “You play very well at being the Jock Princess but you’re much smarter than you let on. It’s a good thing. Stay smart. Stay one step ahead of where everyone else thinks you are. And always be stronger.
“You’re correct. I pay very good money to many people to be kept informed of disruptive emerging technologies. I was an early investor in Dr. Singh’s work, and I was able to offer her something that no one else could.”
“And what was that?” Angel asked.
“I spelled out my plans and convinced her that I would only use her discoveries and innovations for the betterment of humanity. I agreed to fund her future research, in whatever direction it would take. That and a very large paycheck,” Hank replied.
Angel’s eyes narrowed, “You believe that the Formula will do all of these things? Have you tested it?”
“We’ve done extensive animal testing in our own private labs. Nothing has been sent for peer review. This is all very experimental. Please understand that you are under no obligation to take the formula. I will be here for you regardless of your choice. You have a home here for the rest of your life if you want it. I just thought that this could be the door to your goals, and mine. I will still be your Daddy if you decide not to take it,” Hank said.
Angel smiled widely. “Are you joking! An experimental drug that will make me into a fucking superhero! Of course I want to take it!”
Hank looked at Angel for a moment, taking stock of her. “You should probably take a shower first. Once this is in your system, you’ll be keyed up to eleven.”
With a cute huff, Angel replied, “Fine, Daddy.” As she presented her choker to Hank. He unlocked it, smacked her on her muscular behind and sent her off to the shower.
Ten minutes later, having emerged from cleaning herself, Angel walked up to Hank and stretched her neck out so that he could reaffix her choker.
“There’s one thing that I have to tell you about the Formula,” Hank said. “There was a notable side effect on all of the animal testing that we did.”
With concern in her voice, Angel asked “What was the side effect?”
“A marked increase in libido,” said Hank.
Angel grabbed Hank’s cock and looked him in the eye. “Dose me, Daddy” she said, and she bent at the waist, presenting her muscular ass to Hank.
Hank took an alcohol swab and prepared a small area on Angel’s right glute, and then injected her with the formula.
As she righted herself, Angel brought Hank in for a hug and whispered into his ear, “I know that you’re in love with Abby. And I know that she is in love with you. You should really fuck her. I’ve been fucking her for weeks, and she is an incredible lay.”
With that, Angel skipped out of Hank's room, laughing the entire time.
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Angel went to her room and changed into spandex shorts and a sports bra and made her way to the gym. She was already starting to feel a sense of uneasy energy. Angel had never felt this combination of sensations before. Like she was expanding beyond her skin in all directions. She was picking up on the tiniest of sounds. She could hear electricity flowing through the wires in the walls. She could smell the frittata that Chef Giorgio was preparing on the other side of the compound. Her skin was detecting the most minute temperature changes in the air, and she was becoming aroused at the friction of her nipples against her sports bra.
Daddy was right, she thought, this will take some getting used to.
Angel walked over to the squat rack and loaded it up with her normal lift of 275 pounds. She got under the bar and ripped out 10 clean reps with solid form. Easy, she thought. Angel then put an additional 10 pounds on each side of the bar and continued. All the way down, she thought. God! I wish I were squatting on Daddy’s cock right now!
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Hank was sitting behind his desk when he heard a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” he said.
Abby opened the door and quietly closed and locked it behind her. She didn’t want them to be disturbed during this conversation.
“Good morning, Abby.” Hank smiled at her as she approached. “We’ve got a lot of work to do today.”
Abby held up a hand as if to stop his train of thought. “Before we begin, I have to give this to you.” Abby handed Hank the letter that she had prepared and signed and sat down across the desk from him.
“What’s this?” Hank asked.
“My resignation.” Abby’s voice was measured. She held back the storm of emotions that she was feeling.
“I don’t understand,” Hank said. “ Are you not happy here? Am I not paying you enough? Name your salary requirements and you’ll have it.”
Abby let out a deep breath. “Working for you has been the most rewarding experience of my life. I’m challenged and supported. The pay is exceptional. My resignation is not about the job.
“I’m in love with you. Did you know that? And I suspect that you’re in love with me as well. I know you won’t have a physical relationship with me because you find it ethically questionable to be intimate with your employee, so I am removing that concern.”
“You’re resigning because you want to date me?” Hank asked.
Abby closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers as she gathered her thoughts. Softly, she said, “dating is for teenagers.”
Hank got up from his chair and moved around his desk, taking the seat next to Abby. “Excuse me. I didn’t quite hear that. What did you say?” he asked.
“I said that I don’t want to date you. Dating implies certain things that I really don’t want.”
“Explain it to me, then,” said Hank.
Abby took another slow and deliberate breath to gather herself before she answered.
“I have always given myself over completely to the man that I’m with. Knowing that I am giving him pleasure is the most satisfying thing. It’s more than what other people feel. For me, it’s sexual. I get off on it. When that douche that wanted me to get these,” she gestured to her big fake tits, “taking me to the plastic surgeon, I was in a state of near constant orgasm the entire ride over. I knew that they would make him happy, that he would be pleased. He showed himself to be unworthy of my affection and devotion. But you are different. You are more of a man than he ever was. Not in a superficial way. You are a true visionary, and you are a good man. Everyone in your employ loves you. Your work for the benefit of humanity proves to me that I should give myself to you in the most profound ways.”
Hank took all of this in. “I’m glad that you respect my ethics, even if you don’t always agree with the actions that they compel me to take,” he began. Drawing on his role as Abby’s business mentor, Hank continued. “You’ve clearly given this a lot of thought, and I’m sure you’ve worked through this conversation in your mind many times. For my own benefit, so that I understand you clearly, what are the worst case and best case scenarios that you see resulting in your resignation.”
Abby smiled. Hank was correct. She had thought through all of this. This exercise was one that they did often and helped them understand each other’s thought process.
“Worst case: I’ve already become quite wealthy working for you. My net worth is well over $400million. I retire to some tropical paradise and have a series of unfulfilling sexual relationships with men who are simply unworthy of me. But a girl has to get her rocks off.
“Best case,” Abby smiled, thinking about her fantasies, “you accept my resignation and take me as your concubine. You take your pleasure from my body daily as I become your cum-guzzling fuck puppet.”
Hank looked at Abby, unable to contain a look of shock. “Is that truly what you want? For me to just… use you? I don’t know if I could. I have so much respect for you…” Hank looked down, unsure, but fearing that he might actually be losing Abby.
Abby reached over, putting one hand on his knee and caressing his cheek with the other. “That’s one of the many reasons why you are perfect. You know the magnitude of the gift that I want to entrust you with. You won’t take me for granted.” Sensing that she had to move him a little farther, Abby continued. “Did you know that I have to sneak off four or five times a day, every day, just to masturbate? And do you know the fantasy that always gets me off the fastest?”
Hank met Abby’s gaze. In that moment, he became determined to do whatever it took to keep her. She was the love of his life. “Tell me.”
Smiling, Abby said, “In my fantasy, I’m right here, in this office. Under your desk.” She moved her hands to his belt and began unfastening it. “You’re on the phone, closing a multi-billion dollar deal.” She moved to open his pants and lower his fly. “I have your big cock in my mouth, pleasuring you.” Abby moved to slide his pants down when Hank suddenly grabbed her wrists and moved them away.
“You aren’t the only one with fantasies,” Hank said. Still holding her gaze as he held her wrists. “But before we do this, I would like to formally offer you an equity partnership in Miller Holdings. Accept, and you will continue to be the COO, but you will also own forty percent of the company. These are my terms and they are non-negotiable.”
“I have a condition of my own,” Abby countered.
“Name it.”
“I get to call you ‘Master’,” she said, with the biggest smile on her face that Hank had ever seen.
Hank nodded, and continued, still holding her wrists. “You are dressed in a black pencil skirt and white blouse. You have on 5” high heels. There are too many buttons open on your top for it to be work-appropriate. You enter my office and catch me staring at your cleavage. Without a word, you rip your top off, showing that you aren’t wearing a bra, get on your knees, grab my cock out of my pants and start fucking me with your tits.”
Abby stood and yanked her wrists free from Hank’s grip. She immediately ripped open her blouse, buttons flying everywhere, and unhooked her bra. Hank gasped at the sight of her large breasts and his eyes moved to her tight core, with a 4-pack clearly visible. “Do you like my abs?” Abby asked. “Angel has been training me for a while now.”
She didn’t wait for an answer before getting on her knees and freeing Hank’s cock. She placed it between her enhanced tits and, squeezing her breasts together began working up and down, stimulating Hank.
“Tell me what else you want, Master,” she said, as she continued working up and down.
“No more panties while you’re at work. I will want easy access to my concubine.”
“Done. What else do you want?” Abby asked, still tit-fucking him up and down as his pre-cum started flowing.
“I want you to take the initiative. Seduce me with your body,” Hank replied.
“I can be your hot seductress. But tell me what you really want,” Abby continued. “I know and you know, but you have to tell me."
“I want you on the formula. I want you to keep lifting with Angel. I want you both to get huge and strong,” Hank said, gritting his teeth and trying to prolong the onslaught to his dick.
“Yes Master. I will get huge and strong. But I won’t stop there. I’m going to assemble a harem of women for you. Each of us on the formula. Each of us more muscular and stronger than any man could hope to be. Each of us horny for each other, but even more desperate for your cock. I will bring you a dozen muscle bitches!”
That thought was more than Hank could take. With a grunt, he let loose and spurt after spurt of his cum glazed Abby’s tits and chin and face.
“I am yours, Master,” Abby said with a smile. “My body, my soul and my mind.”
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What a life Hank is leading. My new favourite story K+++++
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Interesting turn around, but one a bit trope. Lets see how things proceed.
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Nice, An intriguing twist could be something.
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Here's the next installment. As always, I live on comments and Karma.
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The silence was shattered by a powerful knocking at the door.
*THUD THUD THUD*
It sounded like the door might burst from its hinges.
“DADDY! I NEED YOU!” Angel shouted from the other side. “PLEASE!”
“Go and open it for her before she breaks it down,” said Hank as he looked up at Abby. “And don’t wipe yourself off,” he added, trying to do his best in his new role.
Abby stood up and gave him a curtsy accompanied by a smile. “Yes, Master.”
She sprinted over to the door and opened it just as Angel was about to bang it again. She saw that Angel had discarded her shorts and top in the hallway. Angel looked at Abby's body, which was fully covered in Hank's release. “Oh thank goodness!” Angel licked the semen from Abby's breasts, slowly making her way up to Abby's chin. Finally, Angel kissed her, sharing her Daddy's offering.
Angel stared at Hank intently. “Daddy! I was working out, but I got so fucking horny I couldn't think! I spent the whole time fantasizing about your thick cock!” She crept closer to Hank, her body movement like a sly leopard, her gaze predatory. Angel effortlessly pushed him down so he was seated on the couch against the wall. She got down on her knees between his legs. “I couldn't concentrate on anything else!” She began licking his shaft, getting him erect in seconds.
“Angel, you don’t…,” Hank started to say, but she cut him off.
"Ssshhhh, no talking Daddy," she said. "Just fucking."
Hank put his hands on her face and tried to push her away from his crotch, but she grabbed his hands and stood up— pinning his arms to the wall behind him. She then impaled herself on his stiff member, letting out a loud moan at the intensity of the sensation. Angel began to make out with Hank as she moved up and down on his shaft.
Abby came up behind the young bodybuilder and moved her hand downwards. She began rubbing Angel’s clit. “You love fucking your Daddy, don’t you?” Abby whispered in Angel’s ear. “I love fucking my Daddy,” Angel answered with a whimper. “You’re going to get big and strong for Daddy, aren't you?” Abby continued. “I’m going to get so big and strong for Daddy, “ Angel said. “You’re going to cum on Daddy’s big, thick cock, aren’t you?” Abby asked her, increasing the intensity of her stimulation of Angel’s pleasure center while licking her neck.
“FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!” Angel shouted out. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Hank reached his climax inside her.
Hank paced back and forth in his office, appearing exhausted and worn down. Angel was seated on the couch and trembling, her lower lip clamped between her teeth and both hands firmly grasping the couch cushion. Tears had begun to form in her eyes. Abby sat by Angel's side, looking rather tranquil with her eyes closed.
"Why do you have your eyes closed?" Dr. Singh asked Abby.
“I'm experiencing sensory overload,” she replied in a composed voice. “I can hear everybody's heartbeats in this room.” She gave a whiff of the air. “I smell that the chef is preparing venison for dinner. Blocking out one of my senses can help me cope better.”
“Are you aroused, sexually?” Dr. Singh kept questioning.
A small smile spread across Abby's lips. “I am definitely more aroused than I have ever been before. We'll need to get the couch cleaned after this session.”
Dr. Singh shifted her focus to Angel. “Were you able to hit the gym this morning?”
Angel shook her head slightly to indicate a negative answer while keeping her lip clamped between her teeth.
"Are you sexually aroused?"The probing went on as Dr. Singh persisted in grilling her patient.
Angel's eyes opened wide and tears spilled down her cheeks as she continued to grip the couch with both hands. She nodded affirmatively.
Turning to Hank, Dr. Singh commented, “It’s not a surprise; these symptoms match what we saw in the animal trials. Every animal was mating constantly during this stage. I’m amazed they aren’t busy humping right now,” she said expressionlessly.
“We were having sex all night! It went on for hours and I was done! I figured they must be tired, but when I gave them the formula this morning it started up again! Is there an end in sight?”
“Yes, these initial two days should be the worst of it. They need time to get used to their new heightened arousal levels. It won't be like it was before but they should eventually become accustomed to it and be able to ignore it like white noise,” Dr. Singh explained. “I can't believe they aren't currently engaged in a sexual act!”
At that point, Angel's hand inched towards her crotch.
“PINEAPPLE!” Hank scolded her and she quickly moved her hand back to the couch cushion. “That's our safe word,” he clarified for Dr. Singh.
“And why aren’t you masturbating compulsively?” Dr. Singh asked Abby.
“My Master has instructed me not to bring myself to pleasure,” Abby said with a radiant smile. “My joy is in obeying His orders.”
“Now, Bargitta, tell us what to do here,” Hank steered the discussion away from Abby.
“This phase should pass in the next twenty four hours. I would suggest allowing them to engage in sexual activity with each other until then. Make sure they have access to food and water during that time. Being careful around fragile items might also be a prudent measure. Monitor them closely, and don’t forget to give them their next doses on time; otherwise this cycle will startall over again.”
“You heard the good Doctor,” Hank said. “Both of you go to Abby’s rooms and fuck each other out.”
They raced out of the room without another word. Hank sank into his office chair in a state of exhaustion. Bargitta smiled reassuringly. “It'll all turn out alright in the end.”
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Loving this story. Thank you so much for continuing it. K+++++
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Thanks 👍, for another hot 🔥 chapter. Love your story. Looking forward to seeing what happens next!💪
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Hm. veruy dialogue driven story so far. Could use more descriptions, seems very to the point and a bit sparse at times.
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Great again and would like more about her growing with the new Formula
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Three days later, Angel and Abby were sitting in Hank’s office. “Got it out of your systems?” Hank asked. “Not entirely,” Abby answered with a smile. “But we’ve been more able to focus for the last couple of days.”
“It’s time to put your training schedules in place,” Hank said. “Angel, you’ll do an intense cardio session from 6am to 7am, then have breakfast until 7:45. 8am to 9am is a full body weights circuit with higher reps and lower weight. 9am to 9:30am will be snack time, 9:30am to 10:30am you’ll have parkour training. You get a 30 minute break until 11am when you start Krav Maga until 12noon. 12:00 to 2pm will be lunch and rest time. 2pm to 3pm you’ll have boxing. 3pm will be another snack time for 30 minutes. At 3:30 you’ll do an intense, focused weightlifting session until 5:30. You can grab a snack after that if you want, but you have free time until we have dinner at 7pm. You’ll have free time in the evening, with a 9:30pm bedtime snack. This is your new Monday through Saturday routine. Sunday is a rest and recovery day. You’ll still be eating more than an elephant, but your Sundays are free.
“I’ve secured you trainers for each of the scheduled activities. Your weightlifting coach has trained some of the finest Olympic powerlifters. Your Krav Maga instructor is a friend of Tali’s. He’s ex-Mossad, knows his shit. Your boxing coach is responsible for three separate Heavyweight titles. This is a very rigorous schedule, but I have a sports nutritionist on staff full time to make sure that you get all of the nutrition you need, and Dr. Singh assures me that the formula that you’re taking reduces your recovery time sufficiently to maintain this schedule indefinitely.
“Abby, I’d like you to join Angel for the cardio and both weight lifting sessions every day. I know how competitive you are, so I’m counting on you to keep Angel on her toes.”
Abby nods to Hank, while Angel giddily bounces at the prospect of this new training regime.
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Abby and Angel reclined in their sun loungers by the pool. After two weeks of intense training, they were pleased with the strength and muscle gains they had made and were looking forward to a day of rest in the sunshine. Abby was wearing a very revealing bikini, while Angel was completely nude. As Dr. Singh had predicted,their libido had increased even though they had lost the overwhelming lust that had initially come with the formula.
“My tits were perky before, but DAMN, it’s like the high beams are always on now!” Abby remarked, as she looked at her chest. Angel was languidly stroking her own clit. “You’ve put on 18 pounds of muscle. You’ve got pectorals now. They lift those big balloons right up,” Angel offered. She turned her head toward her best friend while still rubbing her clit. “You know, if I had tits like yours, I’d never cover them up.”
Abby shot back, “You don’t have tits like mine and you still never cover up!”
Angel asked shyly, “Do you think Daddy would like it if I got tits?” Abby adored Angel but she despised this lack of self-confidence she sometimes showed. She understood that true self-love was the only way to truly share love with another.
Abby stood from her lounge chair and moved over to Angel’s. She swung her leg over and sat on Angel’s torso. Abby reached behind herself, batting Angel’s hand out of the way to start fingering Angel’s clit. “Do you remember what happened in the gym yesterday?” Abby began. “Do you remember in our morning weight lifting session, where you were doing endless alternating bicep curls with those 50lb dumbbells?” She rubbed Angel’s clit more vigorously. “Do you remember how pumped your biceps were? Do you remember how your Daddy made his way down to the gym and saw you pumping those big, muscular arms? Did you see how hard he got? Do you remember how he stared longingly at your veiny, striated biceps?” Angel began whimpering at both the recollection and the stimulation. “Do you remember how you told him that his big cock was your inspiration? Do you remember how you begged him to please drop his shorts so you could look at his big Daddy cock?” Angel was moaning now as Abby relentlessly finger fucked her friend. “Do you remember when you set the weights down and begged your Daddy to please rub his huge cock all over your hard biceps? Do you remember how he told you how he loved how strong you were getting, and that he could barely contain himself around you?” Angel started cumming and moaning loudly, but Abby knew that she could take her lover to greater heights. “Do you remember how your Daddy fucked your bicep and then shot his cum all up your arm? Do you remember how I licked all of that delicious protein off of your arm and then shared it with you?” Angel came hard, screaming at the stimulation and the memory.
“Don’t you dare think that your Daddy doesn’t love who and what you are. He loves your muscles more than he loves my tits,” Abby removed her hand from Angel's pussy and shoved it into the mouth of her lover for Angel to slurp up.
Abby got to her feet with a start, “Master is coming. I can hear his footsteps.”
“I can smell him!” chimed in Angel.
Abby moved away from her friend and sauntered towards the pool. As Hank arrived, she gave him a flirtatious look before diving in gracefully. Hank caught his breath before turning to Angel, who was still pleasuring herself. His breath was taken away again at the display of her muscular body in such an overtly sexual act.
“Hey Daddy,” she said, flexing the muscles in her right arm.
“You’re dangerous!” He exclaimed.
“I’m not dangerous to you,” she retorted. “Just really hot for you.” Her abs tightened as she rubbed her clitoris with more fervor, producing a gentle sigh that filled the air. At that moment, Abby pulled herself up from the pool with ease and Hank turned to his first love. “Erm,” he said.
“Yes?” she replied.
“It seems that you've lost your top in the pool,” Hank responded.
Abby put on an exaggerated show of shock as she looked down at herself. “Oh no! Now my huge tits will get sunburnt! Angel, toss me the sunscreen, quick!”
Angel snickered at her lover’s over-the-top performance as she launched the tube of sunscreen at her. Abby effortlessly caught it, opened the tube, and poured a generous amount on her large breasts. “Master, please help me spread this on! My huge tits are far too large for me to reach them!”
Angel started giggling audibly as Hank walked up to Abby. He leaned in and kissed her,then said, “You’re incorrigible!” To that, Abby whispered in his ear, “No, Master. I’m your whore, made for your pleasure.” Then she took Hank's hand and guided it to her breasts, saying out loud, “That’s nice and all, but it would be more efficient if you'd rub the sunscreen in with your giant cock.”
Angel collapsed onto the floor with laughter. Abby shot her the middle finger as she knelt in front of her Master, taking down his bathing suit. Hank had come to accept that it was pointless to fight against the women's ridiculous excuses for sex.He simply enjoyed whatever adventure came his way.
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Fantastic
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One query is whether Hank will tank the formula? It seems unlikely her will be able to withstand Angel's sexual vigour
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Fabulous story. I just love it. Not crazy about the women calling him Daddy. No need to include the idea of a man having sex with his daughters. I have a granddaughter and I would rather protect her from that. But it is just th one word that I don’t especially like. Your writing keeps me engaged.
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Glad people are liking the story. I just wanted to emphasize that the DD/lg relationship here is not quite traditional, and is definitely not between two biologically related individuals.
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Disagree. It would be even better if she were his daughter.
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It is an interesting dynamic, and necessary. Incest snd under age stiff is being yaken down, and against the rules.
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A few days later, the three lovers were having dinner. Conversation was sparse as Abby and Angel were flirting with each other wordlessly; smiling, licking their lips. They were each stealing glances at Hank, too; looking at him with unbridled lust in their eyes. Angel moved her chair slightly to be closer to Hank, sitting at the head of the table. Abby followed suit, inching her chair closer to Hank's other side. Hank was doing his best to focus on his dinner.
Angel slowly brought her right hand down, placing it on Hank’s knee and began lightly caressing his thigh. Not skipping a beat, Abby mirrored Angel with her own left hand.
“It’s always an arms race with you two,” Hank said, now unable to ignore their competitive flirtations.
Ignoring his protestations, Abby kept rubbing his thigh and addressed Angel. “Angel, sweet love?”
“Yes, Abby, my dear?”
“How do you feel about performative sapphism?”
“Performative sapphism? Is that where we put on a show of feeling each other up, touching, licking, flexing and fucking each other in order to get Daddy so turned on that he can’t help but destroy our pussies with his gigantic Daddy cock?” With that, she moved her hand from Hank’s thigh and started lightly stroking up and down his rapidly rising member. “Is that what you mean?”
Abby’s fingers found Hank’s fly and started pulling the zipper down, eager for closer contact to his dick. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Daddy, may I please be excused from the table so I can get ready for some performative sapphism?” Angel asked Hank with pleading eyes and a wide grin on her face.
“Go right ahead, baby,” Hank said, shaking his head in amusement.
“Thanks Daddy!” she said, moving Abby’s hand away from Hank, giving his cock a playful squeeze and kissing him on the cheek. She ran out of the dining room without another word.
“She’s so adorable when she’s excited,” Abby offered, as she stroked his member for another few seconds. “But I should prepare as well, Master.”
Hank nodded, smiling.
As Abby left the dining room, she turned back to him saying, “We’ll be waiting in your bedroom for you, Master. Don’t be too long or you’ll miss the show!”
“Not possible. You two fuck for hours at a time!”
Hank finished his dinner quickly and made his way to the bedroom.
The two lovers were already naked, entwined in passionate embrace, their curves and contours melding together as they explored each other with gusto. Angel's tanned skin contrasted against Abby's pale complexion, providing a striking contrast that only added to the dramatic tension of the moment.
“I hope you don’t mind, Daddy, but we got started without you,” Angel giggled at Hank. “Take off your clothes so you can join in!”
Angel grasped Abby's large bust firmly and tugged her closer, feeling her lover's heat radiating through her. Abby cried out softly in pleasure and bit into Angel's shoulder gently as Angel nibbled at her neck.
As Abby shifted beneath Angel, their bodies moved like waves crashing against one another; with each motion, it seemed as if their lovemaking was intensifying with each passing moment. The smell of passion filled the air around them; Hank could practically feel it coming off of them in waves.
Abby reached for Angel's bodybuilder frame and pulled her down harder against herself; she wanted all of Angel pushing down on top of her, encompassing every inch of her. Angel, in turn, reacted to the movement with a lustful moan and a renewed sense of vigor; it was as if she heard Abby's desires, and heeded them all too willingly.
Hank noticed that their breathing had become rapid and shallow, like they were struggling to keep up with the intensity of their love-making. He could see that they both wanted more; more physicality and more pleasure. They were each grappling to gain an advantage as their hands moved over each other. Hank knew what to do: he decided to push their physical boundaries together by adjusting their positions and guiding them further into a game of intense sex play. Hank ran his fingers over his girls, relishing the feel of their flexing muscles.
“I want to see which of you can get the other off first,” Hank said, still massaging their hard muscles.
That was all the prompting they needed. Angel tried moving her hand to Abby’s clit with her brute strength. Abby batted her lover’s hand away, licked Angel’s neck and lightly blew on it, eliciting a soft moan. With Angel momentarily distracted, Abby pinched Angel’s nipple with one hand while finding the muscle girl’s distended clitoris with the other. It only took a few seconds for Angel to scream in orgasmic delight, falling back into the bed.
As Angel quivered on the bed, working through the after-effects of her orgasm, Abby turned toward Hank. “I won, Master,” she said as she grabbed his thick cock. “What’s my prize?”
“What would my concubine like?” He asked.
Stroking his length, she replied, “I would like to pleasure my Master’s penis with my tight, wet pussy!” She playfully pushed him down on the bed next to Angel and mounted him. With a groan, Hank moved his hands up and started playing with her big, round tits. Bouncing up and down on his cock, feral grunts escaped her lips as Hank explored her breasts. “Yes, Master! Feel my tits! I am for you! Use me!” she screamed as she rode him. Hank shot his load deep inside Abby as her own orgasm wracked her body. Hank was not entirely sure who was using whom, but he wasn’t complaining.
Angel, having recovered from her own intense cum, turned to Hank as Abby fell to the bed on his other side. She started gently moving the tips of her fingers up and down Hank’s softening unit. “That was intense and beautiful to watch, Daddy.” She slid down the bed and positioned herself in between Hank’s legs. Taking him in her mouth, she relished the taste of her lover’s pussy on her Daddy’s cock. It only took a minute for Hank to be at full mast again.
“I’m going to have to dramatically increase my cardio if I ever hope to keep up with you girls,” he said.
“You love every minute of this!” Angel replied, sliding back up to his side, running her fingers up and down his now hard cock.
Hank looked toward Abby as she was beginning to stir. He noticed their combined juices leaking from her well-worn pussy.
“Can I tell you a dirty thought I have, baby?”
Angel smiled. She loved when he expressed his naughty side to her. “Absolutely, Daddy! You know I’m a total slut for you, right?” She continued stroking his hardness.
“I’d love to see you clean Abby with your tongue,” Hank said.
“Mmmm. Extra protein! But you have to do something for me, though.” She gave him a playful wink and a light squeeze.
“Anything you want, baby.”
“You have to fuck me from behind while I’m doing it,” she said, grasping his cock with a little more force, before letting him go. Angel buried her face between her lover’s legs, and stuck her ass in the air.
Hank got behind her and drove home, thrusting hard into his beautiful bodybuilder. She screamed into Abby’s pussy as he plowed in and out of her. Angel’s core tightened and contracted around his dick, trapping it in her delightful prison. Their orgasms approached quickly and all three screamed in release. Hank fell back on the bed, exhausted.
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I think Hank needs some of the Formula especially if they keep growing more muscle
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I like this. K+!
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It had been nearly six weeks since Abby and Angel had started taking the formula. They were both training hard, but all of the time that Abby was spending in the gym meant that Hank had that much more work to do. He didn’t complain. He had wanted this, after all. And the girls really were competitive. They were driving each other to greater heights in the gym constantly. Hank enjoyed the sex. In truth it was far more than he could handle. He was good for three or four rounds at night with them, but after that, he would just pass out. Abby and Angel would frequently take care of each other after Hank had given his all. He would often wake up and find both girls cuddled up against him, resting peacefully with their naked bodies entangled, their heads resting on his chest, their fingers intertwining. It was too much sometimes; he loved his life, but he was exhausted.
Hank was hard at work in his office around 6pm when he heard a gentle knock at the door.
"Come in," he called.
Abby and Angel strutted into the room. Abby had on her usual "uniform" of five-inch black heels, a black pencil skirt that was shorter than most office-wear would allow, the slits going up to her hip bones. Her legs, now thick and muscular from the rigorous training and the formula, looked like they were about to bust through the skirt's material. Along with the skirt, she wore a white button-down blouse with too many buttons undone for any HR manager to approve. Her cleavage was clearly visible. Angel had on her own outfit: a pair of shorts that left her thick lower glutes exposed. Her legs were bulky pillars of muscle that moved with each step, and a cropped wife-beater top with 'Daddy's Slut' written across it in neon pink. Her expansive shoulders were almost as wide as Hank's door frame, and her arms, even in a relaxed pose, were bursting with muscle. They both walked up to him and began enticingly massaging his shoulders.
“We were discussing how many tasks you've taken on for us, Master,” Abby said as she continued to massage his shoulders.
“Yeah,” Angel added with a grin. “We know how much effort you've put in, and how hard we push you at night, so we just wanted to do something nice for you today.”
Hank moaned as his very strong lovers massaged his back and shoulders. “That’s very sweet of you. Thank you,” he said with genuine affection.
“That’s not all, though, Daddy,” Angel whispered. “We know how you love watching us lift, but you never have time these days to stop in while we’re training. We wanted to invite you to a private weight lifting session. Tonight, after dinner.”
“The temptation is fierce, but you girls have really run me ragged lately,” Hank replied, a hint of regret in his tone.
“Don’t worry, Master,” Abby breathed sexily into his ear. “Angel and I talked about it. You don’t have to give anything tonight. Let us do the work. Let us pamper you and show you how strong we have become since the last time you saw us in the gym.” She continued to massage his shoulder as she spoke.
“Doesn't that sound amazing, Daddy?” Angel cooed into the other ear, her voice full of alluring promise. “Let us give back to you and make this night all about you enjoying the show. We’ve both gotten so much stronger since last time.”
Hank felt his heart race with anticipation as he imagined the sinful gift his girls wanted to give him. Despite his exhaustion he couldn't deny his desire for them.
They all ate dinner in record speed and each of them had gone back into their rooms to change for the gym. Hank was in a blue tank top and blue shorts. Angel and Abby matched each other in gray sports bras and gray dolphin shorts. As they moved closer to one another, it was evident that their outfits fit them quite differently. Abby’s top was stretched tautly over her buxom figure, showcasing her bulging lats. Her shorts hugged every inch of her curves, as if they were made for her body alone. Every ripple of her abdominals, obliques, quads, and glutes was illuminated by the tight fabric.
Angel had taken things to another level. While Abby looked like a top-tier female bodybuilder, Angel looked like something else altogether. Her muscular development was astounding. Angel’s top appeared painted on. Whereas Abby’s dug into her sides, Angel’s was fraying, trying and failing to adequately stretch around her massive pecs and swollen back. While Abby’s shorts stretched around her glutes and thighs, Angel appeared to have had her shorts sewn around her.
The two of them jogged over to Hank, beaming with pride. “We weighed ourselves right after dinner!” Angel said excitedly.
“Yeah?” Hank asked in anticipation. “And what did the scale say?”
“Abby weighed in at 180lbs and I’m at 192lbs!” Angel crowed.
“That’s remarkable,” Hank said, his admiration barely contained.
“But it gets better!” Angel cried out, as Abby added “It appears that our muscles are significantly stronger than people with similar mass distribution.”
“That doesn't surprise me,” Hank murmured, his eyes wide with awe. “Are there even people with similar mass distribution?”
Abby just smiled widely, a devious twinkle in her eye as she answered “Not many...”
“Daddy! I’ve wanted to show off for a while now! Let’s go to the bench press. Abby will go first, and then I’ll go. We’ll spot each other. You just have to watch,” Angel said, winking at Hank.
They walked over to the bench press and started loading the bar up. “How much weight is on there?!” Hank asked in disbelief.
“This is what I do for reps now, Master,” Abby replied. “500 pounds.”
Abby got in position on the bench. Angel stood at her head with her hands under the bar, ready to spot her friend and lover. With a grunt, Abby lifted weight from the rack and brought it down to her chest, her pecs straining with the effort. She counted out ten clean repetitions while Hank stood and stared in fascination at his first love.
Abby racked the weight, and with a gleam in her eye, got up and sauntered to Hank. Her nipples poked clearly in her top, her arousal evident on her face as well as a wet spot on her shorts. Hank could not hide his huge bulge. As she sidled up next to Hank, she ran her fingers up his erection and whispered in his ear, “I want to become the embodiment of your fantasies.” Hank let out an involuntary moan.
Angel, seemingly determined not to be outdone, began increasing the weight on the bar. When it got to 650 pounds, she made her presence known with a loud throat-clearing. "Eh Hemmm. Not to interrupt you two lovebirds, but Abby, I'm gonna need a spotter."
Abby gave Hank a peck on the lips and a gentle squeeze of his penis and exclaimed with a grin, “Pardon me, I have to assist your little girl over there.”
Angel's eyes burned with intensity as she settled onto the bench, Abby standing ready to spot her. Taking a deep breath, her chest rose and fell as she inhaled. With a guttural roar, she lifted the barbell off the rack and held it steady above her chest. Hank watched in awe as her veins popped out of her skin and bulging biceps strained against the weight. She lowered the weight to her chest, her arms shaking with effort, and then pushed it back up again. She repeated this for several reps with no sign of stopping, sweat dripping down her face and staining her sports bra. Suddenly, a loud rip rent the air as Angel's top shredded under the strain of her bulging muscles. Sitting up, Angel grinned at Hank and flexed her twitching pecs, “Fuck! That feels so much better!”
Not to be outdone, Abby tore off her own top, exposing her large round breasts, her nipples hardening in excitement. “Yes, much better," she said as she strode over to Hank and grabbed his hand before guiding his fingers to pinch her nipples.
Angel quickly tried to refocus Hank’s attention. “Squats next!”
Angel stood at the squat rack, her muscles rippling and bulging as she prepared to lift. Her quads were thick and defined, her glutes tight and round, her hamstrings corded with strength. She had a barbell loaded with 950 lbs on her shoulders, and she took a deep breath before starting the lift.
Abby sidled up to Hank, rubbing his cock through his gym shorts and planting kisses on his cheek. “Do you see how strong your baby is getting? Just watch her muscles flex–this weight doesn’t faze her anymore.” Hank moaned in response to her words.
As Angel began to squat, her muscles strained against the weight, her quads and glutes contracting with the effort. Veins bulged on her arms and legs, her back muscles flexing as she pushed through the movement. The barbell descended lower and lower, until Angel's thighs were parallel to the ground. And then, with a grunt of exertion, she pushed back up, her muscles working in perfect harmony to lift the enormous weight. Angel repeated the movement nine more times, her muscles trembling and expanding with each repetition.
On her last rep, with the barbell locked out at the top of the movement, Angel let out a loud roar of triumph, her muscles trembling with the effort. “Your turn, Abby,” she said.
Abby and Angel swapped spots. As Abby took away some weights to reduce the load to a more manageable 700 lbs, Angel moved beside Hank. She grabbed his hand and set it on her meaty pectorals. “I just wanted to thank you, Daddy, for helping me realize my ambitions. We’re both so busy, I don’t have a chance to show my appreciation often enough.”
“I love you, and I’m willing to do anything for you,” Hank replied as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. After they broke apart, Angel said, “Now watch your submissive. She’s become so powerful, and it’s all for you. She worships you, you know.”
With a grunt, Abby stood up and shouldered the colossal 700 lbs. Her leg muscles flexed with effort as she adjusted her stance and filled her lungs with air. Abby then crouched down, her body pushing against the intense weight.
As she stood, Abby's trapezius and lumbar muscles flexed and quaked from the strain of the lift. Sweat began to form on her forehead and her face distorted from the effort, but she didn't stop. She continued, squatting down and rising up, each time trying to go deeper.
Hank gaped from the side, marvelling at her strength and determination. As she finished her last rep, Abby let out a triumphant yell and Hank erupted into cheers, applauding her awe-inspiring lift.
Breathing heavily, Abby replaced the barbell on the squat rack and faced Hank. A broad smile covered her face as she flexed her biceps, admiring the way they bulged intimidatingly. Hank couldn't help but beam in delight at her pride; he was totally captivated by her strength and beauty.
Abby reached down and yanked off her shorts, accidentally tearing them away from her bulging glutes and thick quads and hamstrings. Now just wearing her gym shoes, Abby looked at Angel and said playfully, “You’re overdressed love. Let your Daddy see you in all your glory.” At this Angel gave Hank a mischievous grin before ripping off her own shorts.
“Now, Master, let's do your favorite exercise: bicep curls!” Abby exclaimed. Angel laughed, knowing that showing off her biceps was sure to please her Daddy.
Abby started first, picking up two 75lb dumbbells as if they were nothing. She stood with her feet spread apart and began to lift the weights up and down. Her biceps and triceps pulsed as she worked, the veins in her arms clearly visible.
Angel followed suit, grabbing the 95lb weights with confidence and raising them easily, the weight seeming insignificant to her powerful muscles. She glanced at Hank during each rep, a playful expression on her face.
Hank watched the two women with admiration. Angel's muscles flexed with each curl, and Abby's grace was unmatched. The sight of them working out together was mesmerizing.
Abby and Angel continued with the alternating bicep curls, naked as they were, each rep pumping their muscles further. They both moved with exquisite precision, their muscles contracting and relaxing in perfect harmony.
Looking at the tent in Hank’s gym shorts, Angel turned to Abby and said, “I think we need to take care of Daddy's needs. We don’t want him to feel like we are just teasing!” To Angel, Abby said, “Why don’t you try that new thing we were talking about? I’m sure Master will love it!”
“Dare I ask?” Hank commented.
Angel moved silently over to Hank, her muscles rippling with each step. “I think you’ll really like it, Daddy,” she said, smiling mischievously. She pulled off his shorts in one swift movement. Taking a hold of his backside, she lifted him up so that his manhood was level with her mouth. “You’ve never experienced a blowjob like this before,” she murmured, slipping his hard cock into her mouth.
“Uuuugggh!” Hank groaned from the intense pleasure. He grasped at her strong biceps as she rhythmically bobbed up and down, her tongue exploring and tantalizing him. It wasn’t long before he reached his peak and finished with a shudder.
“Thanks for the snack, Daddy. Let’s take it to your bedroom—your concubine is just dying to please you next!” Angel said keenly.
Feeling both exhausted and thrilled after the experience, Hank could only nod in agreement. It was going to be another long night.
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Poor Hank. Lucky readers K+
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When Abby uses the 95lb dumpbell from Angel, she will already using 130 or even more. Looking forward when this happens.
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Jimmy McIntyre was a boxer-turned-coach. At the age of 65, he had been in the sport for half a century, starting off by cleaning up the gym. But a drunk driver crashing into his automobile at 20 ended his professional boxing career and instead directed him to a new path--that of training boxers. He was deemed no-nonsense, some even called him crusty, but his no-frills approach always yielded results. His reputation grew to the point that heavyweight fighters desperate to take a title belt sought him out.
When he was approached with an offer to coach a girl, he was hesitant and wondered why they wanted to pay him more than he had made in ten years for one week. But once he met Angel, he understood and threw himself into the project. After five weeks of training her, he was constantly astounded by her abilities.
"Angel," he said with certainty and authority, "this combination is what will knock your opponents out: you need to move quickly, bring power and accuracy to your punches, and hit them before they know what's coming."
The young fighter nodded and paid close attention to her teacher.
Jimmy began by explaining the first punch, "We're going to start with a lead right hook. It's a powerful punch that can really hurt them. Watch me." He demonstrated the punch on the focus mitts, "See how I'm pivoting my hips to generate power, and using my shoulder and elbow to generate speed?"
Angel nodded and repeated the punch on the focus mitts, "Good, but try to keep your elbow in tighter. That'll give you more speed and power," Jimmy corrected.
He continued with the next punch, "Next is the left uppercut. It's a great punch for catching them off guard." He demonstrates the punch on the focus mitts, "See how I'm using my core to generate power, and my arm to generate speed?"
Angel nodded and repeated the punch on the focus mitts, "Good, but try to keep your wrist locked. That'll give you more power," Jimmy corrected.
He continued this process for the next punches, a right cross, a left hook, and a right hook, each time breaking down the punch, showing her how to throw it, where to aim, and how to generate power and speed.
Once Angel had a good understanding of each punch, Jimmy had her practice the combination on the heavy bag, first slowly, then gradually increasing the speed and power. He watched her closely, giving her pointers and feedback on how to improve her technique. "Good, good! Keep your punches smooth and fluid, remember this is a combination, not just a series of punches."
Angel nodded and continued to practice the combination as Jimmy watched, giving her pointers and encouragement until she had it mastered.
Hank stepped into the gym and watched Angel training a few minutes before he beckoned Jimmy.
"Take five, Angel," Jimmy told her as he made his way to Hank.
"What do you think of my Angel?" Hank inquired.
"She's the most talented boxer I've ever seen. Reflexes, speed, smarts and strength--you're pushing her hard. I don't even want to know what you have her on." He shook his head. "When I started five weeks ago she was 150 pounds, now she's 195 and all muscle. I thought about getting her to spar one of my contenders, but I'm worried," said Jimmy.
Hank was grateful Jimmy hadn't asked too many questions. He had paid the man enough to avoid explanations. "What are your worries? Is Angel not up for the challenge?"
"Quite the opposite. I think she's sandbagging me. She's better than she's showing. I've had enough experience to know when a boxer isn't giving it their all in the gym, and that's definitely what she's doing," Jimmy responded.
Angel had been shadow-boxing in the corner of the gym throughout their conversation, her movements silent until Hank whispered out in a hushed tone, "Is this true, Angel? Are you holding back from Jimmy?"
"Yes, Daddy," Angel boomed from across the room.
"And why don't you want him to see your true abilities?" Hank inquired, still whispering.
"Because I should always have a secret weapon. The only way to surprise my opponents is if they can't really know what I'm capable of," she declared with conviction.
"I'd like you to demonstrate that last combination without holding back," Hank whispered.
"Yes, Daddy," Angel replied. She strode to the weight stand and grabbed a pair of 85 lb dumbbells in each hand, before returning to her previous spot. Her feet moved swiftly this time, as she shadow-boxed, executing the combination with twice the speed she had previously.
Angel let go of the weights, walked up to the heavy bag and proceeded to pummel the bag with the prescribed combination almost faster than the eye could see. Angel buried her left hand to the wrist and then her right in the final hooks, tearing through the skin of the bag, its innards falling to the floor as she drew back her arms.
"There is no way I'm putting anyone in the ring with that girl, ever," Jimmy mumbled, still not quite believing what he'd just seen.
"So you think she could hold her own in a fight?" Hank asked.
"Facing her would be suicide," Jimmy answered, devoid of emotion.
"Thanks for your insights, Jimmy. It's been a pleasure working with you. Abby will have your final payment waiting," Hank said approvingly. He walked over to Angel and unlocked her choker. "Angel, please shower and head to the conference room when you're ready."
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Angel entered the conference room to find Hank, Abby and Tali already present. "Welcome, Angel," Hank began as he affixed her necklace. "I want to start off by saying that I am amazed at your transformation over these last six weeks. What you and Abby have both accomplished defies belief."
A pleased smile adorned Angel's face. "Thank you, Daddy," she replied, her chest swelling with pride.
Hank smiled back with satisfaction. "If you feel ready, we have your first mission. Tali, please proceed,"he requested.
Tali emotionlessly handed out file folders to everyone in the room. "This is all the research we've done on Derek Doyle in the last three months. He is a small-time criminal; he hangs around parks and alleys looking for people to rob at night. He is also allegedly responsible for some rather serious beatings that have caused hospitalizations of his victims.
"He has a checking account that fluctuates between being overdrawn by $200 and having a positive balance of $150. We think that his main source of income is arm-wrestling at Billy's Pub, where we estimate he makes around $500 each night. He has participated in a few legitimate arm-wrestling competitions and has done very well."
Hank interjected with a question: "Do you know if there are any big prizes when he arm-wrestles at Billy's? Will he be tempted by something like a $10,000 purse?"
"Nothing like that has happened since he's been under surveillance," Tali commented. "From what we know of his character, I'd say he'd be up for a challenge if he thought it was an easy win. We know he has a tendency to fly off the handle when his manhood is brought into question. We've watched him at the gym: he can bench press 415lbs for reps and he uses 110lb dumbbells for bicep curls."
Angel gave a dismissive scoff when she heard those numbers. "I was stronger than him weeks ago!" she exclaimed.
"That may be," Hank lightly admonished her, "but he has significantly more experience arm-wrestling than you do. He has very good technique, from what we can tell. Tali, please continue."
"Thank you, Mr. Miller. One point of interest is that, in Mr. Doyle's criminal history is a charge of domestic violence and rape. It turns out that an ex-girlfriend of his had to be hospitalized for several broken bones and complained to hospital staff that he had violated her. She dropped the charges and left town shortly after she was discharged."
Angel's expression changed to one of rage as she gritted her teeth. "I'm gonna make sure that bastard gets what he deserves!"
Hank fixed his gaze upon her. "Angel - we need a plan before we go in. We want to hurt him, but we must stay controlled about it. Here's what I think we should do..."
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Hank, Abby and Angel entered Billy's Pub before midnight. Hank was wearing the same outfit he had been wearing on the night he first met Angel at this bar. They had found a brown sweatsuit for Angel that was a close replica of the one she wore on that day, except it better accommodated her newfound muscle mass while still being inconspicuous. Abby had on a modest skirt and blouse that hid her curves, and finished it off with mirrored aviator sunglasses and a briefcase. Not many people were in the bar, but several of them were occupied around the arm-wrestling table. There was Derek, who looked angry.
The three of them made their way to the end of the bar, where Hank addressed the biker at the last stool. "What's good?" He asked.
"Best thing here is the PBR. Anything else the bartender probably spat in," he answered. Hank knew this was Tali's guy. "It hasn't been Derek's night," he added. "He's been here two hours and has only managed to make $150 from three people stupid enough to challenge him. It doesn't look like he'll make much more if no one else shows up."
"I KNOW YOU," Derek shouted at Angel from the other end of the room, jabbing his finger in her direction. "You're that cunt that thought she could take me a couple months ago! And you're with 'Panty Waste', the fucker that paid your dead-beat tab! Fuckin' A! What do you say we have a rematch?"
Angel's body stiffened. "Relax," Hank murmured in her ear. "This is even better than we planned. Just go along with it. Lure him in." Angel gave Hank a barely perceptible nod.
"And look at that! You brought a hot little whore with you!" He gestured toward Abby, leering at her with his crooked-toothed grin. "After I beat you at the table and kick your limp-dicked little boyfriend's ass, maybe I'll have a round or two with your hottie friend!"
Abby kept her anger under control. She might be Hank's whore but she was not going to take this cretin's insults lying down. She silently vowed to herself that if Angel didn't destroy him, she would.
Angel gave Derek a sweet smile. "Oh, hey shrimp-dick! I didn't even realize you were in town. I just came for some cheap beer--I should have known from the smell of sewage near the wrestling table."
He growled in fury, not used to people giving as good as they got from him. "Cunt! To the table! Now!"
The other patrons in the bar all tried their best to look invisible, hoping desperately not to get involved in any confrontation that might arise.
"Hold up here a minute," Hank stepped in before Derek could say anything else. "We need to place a bet first."
"Bet whatever you want," Derek replied dismissively. "This bitch is mine for the taking."
"I bet $10,000," Hank said. He motioned for Abby, and she opened the briefcase, and placed a tightly bound bundle of $100 bills on the table.
Derek grinned at Abby. "Stick around, Tasty. I'm gonna be rich in a few minutes, and then I'll show you a really good time!"
Abby gave Derek a dismissive smirk and walked away.
"I'll make you mine before the end of the night, Bitch!" He called after her.
"Can you cover the ten large, shrimp-dick?" Angel taunted as she swaggered up to the table.
"Fuck you, Cunt. Get your scrawny arm on the table so I can earn me some cash," he replied.
Hank and Abby took positions near the edge of the table as Angel assumed the customary position, her right hand elevated. Derek grappled her with his meaty claw, and they began.
Derek's bicep bulged as he gripped Angel's hand and tried to assert his dominance. Angel, however, remained calm and focused. The match began in earnest as Derek tried to overpower Angel with brute force, but she was ready for him. She used her superior upper body strength to quickly gain the advantage. Her biceps and triceps flexed and swelled as she pushed against his arm, her chest heaving with effort.
Derek's face contorted in frustration as Angel pushed his arm, inch by inch, closer and closer to the table. He tried to rally and put up a fight, but it was clear that Angel was in control. With a final surge of strength, Angel slammed the man's arm down onto the table, winning the match.
"The Cunt CHEATED!" Derek shouted, throwing a pint glass, smashing it against the floor. "I'm going to beat the ever-loving SHIT out of you!" he screamed.
There was a brief moment of silence in the bar until the sound of metal sliding against metal echoed through the room as a shotgun was cocked. Billy, the bartender and proprietor of the establishment aimed the firearm directly at Derek's head.
"There's no fighting in my bar," Billy stated authoritatively. "Take this out back by the dumpster."
There was no room for debate, but Derek didn't need any. "You and me, Cunt! Behind the dumpster. Right now," he said to Angel, making obscene gestures. Derek left the bar. Angel was hot on his heels, followed by Hank and Abby. Through the alley and around the back by the dumpster. "I'm gonna kill you, Cunt," Derek threatened. "And then I'm gonna bash this panty waste's head in," he said, gesturing toward Hank. "And then I'm gonna make this little fortune cookie squeal!"
At that moment, Angel got in front of Derek and said, "You've got to get through me first!" Abby stepped between Hank and the ensuing melee. She would gladly protect him with her own life.
"How far can I go, Daddy?" Angel asked Hank. "Break some bones," he replied. "Make sure he can never arm-wrestle again."
Derek and Angel circled each other cautiously, assessing one another. Derek threw a punch but Angel weaved, dodging with ease. He tried to charge. Angel stepped out of the way. Each attack that he presented, she simply wasn't there.
After a few minutes, Angel confidently turned to Hank. "He can't even touch me, Daddy!" She bragged. While she was turned toward Hank, Derek landed a powerful punch to her head. Angry, Angel turned back to the fight.
Hank recognized Angel's anger. "Just break some bones, baby!" he said to her.
"Oh! I'll break some bones," she replied. With the speed that she'd demonstrated to Hank in her boxing practice, she slammed her fist into Derek's nose with a quick, powerful jab.
His nose shattered. Blood clouded his vision. Angel proceeded to pummel Derek's body. Left hook, right hook, left hook, right hook. Each punch cracking and breaking ribs. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath. With a crushing blow to his face with her right hand, she pulverized his jaw, blood and teeth spilling out of his mouth. She seized his right hand and placed his arm in a classing 'arm bar' hold. Twisting, she snapped his ulna and radius, and shattered his elbow joint. Derek let out a gurgled scream as he choked on his own blood.
Dropping his broken arm, Angel looked at Derek with disgust. "Did you really beat and rape your girlfriend?" she asked, not really caring for a response. All she got was a gurgle as Derek lay prone on the pavement. Eyeing him with absolute contempt, Angel delivered a vicious kick to Derek's groin. Blood and urine spilled from his crotch and he let out a small whimper.
"No more arm-wrestling for you. Daddy's orders!" Angel said with a sadistic smirk. She tugged on Derek's broken arm, dragging him close to the dumpster. With great effort, Angel lifted one corner of the dumpster off the ground and shoved Derek's right hand underneath before letting the huge bin back down on top of it. Derek fainted from the extreme pain.
Angel turned to Hank with an excited gleam in her eye. "That was fantastic! Now let's get to the penthouse - I need your massive cock inside me now!"
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There was a knock on Hank’s office door. “Come in,” Hank said loudly.
Abby opened the door and entered. Hank’s breath caught at the sight of her. In the last two and a half months, she had gone from a slender 5’6”, 120 pound woman with a very prominent, fake bust, to over 200 pounds of hulking muscle thanks to the formula. As requested, she was outfitted as his slutty secretary. 5” Louboutin heels, short black skirt with a slit all the way up to her hip bone (necessary to allow room for her powerful thighs), a white, sleeveless blouse that showed off her very enhanced breasts, her 20” arms and large, muscular shoulders.
With her eyes fixed on Hank, Abby slowly stalked over to him.
Hank rose from his chair and stared at the love of his life, his fantasies made flesh as she moved with powerful grace to stand directly in front of him. At 5’11” in her heels, she towered over his 5’4” frame. Abby smiled down at him, his chin almost in her cleavage before she slowly descended to her knees, never losing eye contact with him.
“You wanted to see me, Master?” Abby asked with a smile.
Hank put his tongue back in his mouth and cleared his throat. “Mmmhmm. Yes. I’m about to offer Dr. Nova Watkins an obscene amount of money for her Advanced CRISPR Enhancement technology, a grant to fund all of her future research, and a retainer on all future patents. As you know, this new technology will allow me to reshape the course of human evolution.”
Abby knew all of this, of course. She had been instrumental in negotiating this deal up to this point. Abby’s eyes filled with lust. Her hand moved, almost involuntarily toward her nipple, pinching it through her blouse. “Yes, Master? How may I serve you?” she asked headily.
“We’re going to call Nova right now. I’m going to put her on speaker. I’m well aware of your fantasy, but you’re probably too large to fit under my desk. Plus, I’ll need you on the call as well.” Hank said, guiding Abby up from her knees.
With a fake pout that lasted only for a moment, Abby replied, “I suppose certain sacrifices must be made to help my master become even more powerful.” She moved to sit in a chair opposite him with a sultry sway in her hips.
Hank dialed the number for Dr. Watkins and put the phone on speaker. He looked up to see that Abby had her left foot up on his desk, her skirt hiked up to her waist and her left hand diddling herself. She gave him a smile as she masturbated lewdly in front of him. Hank’s attention was drawn back to the task at hand when the phone began to ring. After a short moment there was a voice at the other end of it.
“This is Nova.”
“Hi Nova. This is Hank. I have you on speaker phone with Abby here with me in the office.”
“Hi Hank! Hi Abby! How are you doing?”
“We’re doing well,” Hank answered.
“Hi Nova!” Abby chimed in, not slowing down her self-pleasure.
Hank steered the conversation. “How are the animal trials going?”
“If anything, even better than we anticipated. We’re seeing a 100% adoption rate of the inserted genes. All of the animals are healthier, stronger and more vigorous than before the trial. I would say that it is a total success.”
Glancing over at Abby, Hank saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse and was playing with her nipple with her free hand. Hank was becoming uncomfortably aroused at the sight. Standing from his chair, he tried to subtly adjust his growing erection while redirecting his attention to the talk with Nova.
“That’s great to hear. I’ve had Dr, Bargitta Singh go over your findings and methods and she is very impressed. And Abby here is over the moon for the opportunities that your ACE technology could have. I’d like to make you an offer. I’d like to buy the Ace technology from you for $10 million. I’d also like you to come work for me. Salary is negotiable, but I was thinking in the ballpark of $20 million a year.”
Hank looked up to see Abby quietly standing, shedding her clothes and walking over to him.
“You’d have an unlimited budget to pursue any research that interests you. Miller Holdings would retain a 55% stake in any patentable innovations that you come up with.”
Abby shot Hank a look of unadulterated lust as she hit the mute button on the phone. Naked except for her Louboutin heels, she got on her knees in front of Hank and undid his belt and fly. Without breaking eye contact, she dropped his pants and took his now fully hard cock into her hands.
“Wow. I mean… Wow! I knew you were interested in the technology but… Wow!”
Abby started sucking Hank’s cock, slurping with gusto as Nova babbled. Hank let out an involuntary moan as the sensations overwhelmed him.
“I’d love to sell you the technology, but I hadn’t in my wildest dreams thought that you wanted to fund my future research. Abby, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it like working for Hank?”
Abby immediately withdrew Hank’s dick from her mouth, giving it a loving lick as Hank managed to unmute the phone.
“Working for Mr. Miller has been the most rewarding experience of my life, both professionally and personally,” Abby answered, still on her knees. “He is truly concerned with everyone who works for him and genuinely interested in their professional development. I don’t think you would find as generous an offer from as good a person as Mr. Miller again.”
Hank petted Abby’s head, touched by her devotion to him.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say ‘yes’,” Abby responded immediately.
“Yes!”
“I’m glad,” said Hank. “This brings us to one more piece of business. I’d like you to prepare your facility to put two women through the ACE process.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have to tell you that this is a very new procedure. The science behind it is sound, but I haven’t sent this out for peer review or begun the FDA approval process. I’ve kind of been doing this research off the grid.”
“We won’t be submitting anything related to your ACE procedure for peer review or FDA approval. I don’t want anyone else to get their hands on this. Your discretion so far has been one of the key selling points. Could you imagine if some warlord or government for that matter had an army with super-human strength? It could mean a very dark day for humanity,” said Hank.
After a brief pause, Nova asked, “Is Abby one of the women that you’d like enhanced?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Hank, please understand that Abby has the potential become almost incomprehensibly strong after she undergoes the process. It will be dangerous for her, or any other enhanced person to engage in sexual relations with anyone who has not gone through this process. If Abby is getting enhanced, you should probably consider it for yourself as well.”
Abby, still on her knees in front of Hank, stroking his 10” erection, commented “everyone thinks we’re an item.”
“I’m sorry. Am I mistaken?”
Before Abby could respond, Hank said, “No. We haven’t discussed this officially with anyone, but we are lovers. I appreciate your discretion in this. But understand that I have no particular desire for super-human strength myself.”
“I probably didn’t explain this previously, but you won’t get super-human strength just from going through the procedure. This enhancement strengthens the bones and muscle fibers, makes tendons and skin more elastic and durable, and generally promotes muscle growth. You’ll still need to work out with weights to become stronger. You’ll just experience rapid gains from exercise. If you have no desire for super-human strength, just don’t lift a lot of weights. I would imagine, though, that most people who undergo this procedure would want to push their bodies to the limit. I would also imagine that you would experience some strength and muscle gains just by engaging in intimate activities with a woman who has chosen to grow. But nothing on the scale of someone who methodically dedicates herself to exercise. In short, undergoing the procedure would allow you to survive having sex with Abby.”
“I can’t argue with that. In that case, we’ll need three people to undergo the procedure. How much lead time do you need before we can do this?”
“I’ll need blood samples of everyone going through the procedure, and I’ll need a week to map out the genetic changes necessary. I currently only have two tanks that are large enough for humans, so we’ll have to do the procedure in two rounds. You’ll be under for about five days.”
“That sounds good,” said Hank. “I’ll have Abby send you your money, and the blood samples. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Hank ended the call and Abby exclaimed, “My Master is a God!” and took his engorged cock into her mouth.
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“Come on in!” Dr. Nova Watkins opened the door. She stood only a few inches short of Abby’s 5’11”. Her flame-red hair framed her face in a cute bob cut. Her freckles, green eyes and trim-fit body in an immaculate white lab coat painted a picture of a ‘girl next door’ type nerd who would destroy anyone in bar trivia. She welcomed Hank, Angel and Abby into her lab. “Let me give you the grand tour!”
Nova’s lab was a humble space, filled with a sense of resourcefulness and ingenuity. The room itself was modest in size, with plain white walls and simple overhead lighting that cast a utilitarian glow. The atmosphere was one of focused determination and ambition, as Nova strived to make her mark in the scientific world.
The lab's workstations consisted of sturdy tables, cluttered with an array of basic tools and equipment. Beakers, test tubes, and Petri dishes lined the surfaces, each holding a small piece of the puzzle that Nova diligently fused together. Graduated cylinders, thermometers, and pipettes, though not the latest models, were skillfully utilized and demonstrated her ability to work with limited resources.
In the corner of the lab, a workbench served as a focal point of Nova’s improvisation. Here, she meticulously crafted her own makeshift instruments and devices using spare parts and salvaged components. Wires, soldering irons, and circuit boards adorned the surface, evidence of her resourceful spirit and determination to overcome limitations.
Books and research papers were stacked haphazardly, showcasing her thirst for knowledge and constant pursuit of scientific understanding.
A small whiteboard hung on one wall, covered in scribbled formulas, diagrams, and ideas, a reflection of Nova’s brilliant mind and her ability to find creative solutions to complex problems.
Though lacking the cutting-edge technology of more established labs, Nova’s improvised workspace was a testament to her passion, resourcefulness, and innovative thinking. It served as a physical manifestation to her determination to forge ahead and make groundbreaking discoveries, regardless of the constraints she faced. In this lab, basic tools and improvised instruments became the catalyst for scientific breakthroughs.
The lab held a special corner dedicated to two sensory deprivation tanks, the heart of the ACE procedure. Despite the modest surroundings, these tanks stood as beacons of tranquility and transformation.
The sensory deprivation tanks, custom-built by Nova herself, exuded an aura of simplicity and serenity. Each tank was a large, enclosed pod, constructed from durable materials and designed to ensure complete isolation from external stimuli. The exterior surfaces were clean and unadorned, with a smooth, white finish that contributed to the sense of purity and focus within the lab.
The lids of the tanks were secure and airtight, minimizing any external distractions. A soft blue light emanated from within, casting a gentle glow that illuminated the interior, creating a sense of peacefulness and calm. It was here that the true essence of the ACE procedure unfolded, as individuals immersed themselves in the transformative experience.
A small control panel, affixed to the side of each tank, allowed Nova to precisely regulate the temperature, light intensity, and other vital parameters. It was through these controls that she ensured each participant's comfort and safety during the process.
Throughout the tour, Abby took everything in with a sense of charitable haughtiness. “Just imagine what you could do once you put Mr. Miller’s resources to use.”
Intimidated by Abby’s otherworldly beauty and obvious musculature, Nova began to lose her train of thought. “I.. um…”
Hank stepped in immediately, noticing Abby’s backhanded comment. “You’ve made remarkable innovations with extremely limited resources. I’m sure that’s all that Abby meant to say,” giving Abby a stern look. “Isn’t that what you meant to say?”
Visibly cowed, and embarrassed that she might have offended her Master, Abby replied, “Yes. Your scientific achievements are made even more remarkable by your limited resources. I hope to be able to smooth the way for even greater achievements from you.”
Recovering quickly, Nova continued, “I’ve made some adjustments to the procedure. Your skin will become very durable. So durable that a standard hypodermic needle won’t be able to penetrate it. I’ve discussed Dr. Singh’s formula with her extensively, and I have developed another delivery method.”
“Oh?” Hank inquired with interest. “How durable will our skin become?”
“I started by figuring that the women you wanted enhanced were extreme bodybuilders. I mean, I’ve met Abby in person and she is definitely on the edge of the bell curve. So I worked on making sure that the skin would be both elastic and durable enough to be able to adjust to rapid expansions of surface area that would be possible with enhanced individuals. Your skin should hold up to just about any small arms fire from any range. I’m not sure about larger ordinance, but we can run some tests.”
“You’re making us bullet-proof?!” Angel bounced up and down giddily.
“I’m pretty sure. This is all brand new, and we will have to run some tests once you get out of the tanks, but yes. You should be basically bullet-proof.” Nova responded.
“So hypodermic needles won’t work on us. What is this new delivery method for the formula that you’ve concocted?” Asked Hank.
“Your semen,” Nova responded with a blush. “I’ve found a way for your body to produce a substance that mirrors the effects of the formula that will be constructed in your seminal vesicles.”
Angel stepped over to Nova. Her 240 lb muscular bulk moved gracefully as she gently gripped Nova’s shoulder. Looking up into Nova’s eyes with a determined seriousness, Angel asked “You’re telling me that after we go through with this, Daddy’s cum will actually help me put on more muscle mass?”
Looking down at Angel’s cute face and massive body, Nova cleared her throat before responding. “Hmmm. Yes. Hank’s semen should have the same effect on you as the formula.”
Angel wrapped her arms around Nova’s midsection and lifted her off the ground. “OH MY GOD! THAT’S AWESOME! YOU’RE THE BEST!”
The squeeze was bordering on painful as Nova tapped Angel on her head breathlessly, trying to communicate that she was not comfortable.
“Put Nova down, baby,” Hank said, seeing the situation.
Slightly embarrassed, Angel immediately complied. “Sorry!” she said with a huge grin.
Nova caught her breath, smiled at Angel’s enthusiasm and continued proudly, “I’ve also solved for telomere degradation.”
“What does that mean,” Hank asked.
“It is posited that telomere degradation is one of the major causes of aging. I’ve solved it.” Nova smiled with a sense of self-satisfaction.
“Do you mean to tell me that we won’t age? That we will be immortal?” Hank asked with unmasked skepticism.
“You won’t be immortal. Things might still kill you. You’ll still have to breathe oxygen and eat food. I wouldn’t recommend jumping out of an airplane without a parachute, but you will have the potential to live a very long time. Probably somewhere in the neighborhood of 500 years or so, if I’m correct.”
Abby’s initial snobbishness melted away to genuine admiration as she sized Nova up as if for the first time. “I knew you were a genius, but this brilliant?”
“Thanks!” Nova replied with genuine gratitude. “Should we begin the procedure?
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As Angel and Hank stripped to get ready to enter the tanks, Hank gave instructions to Abby. “Maintain communication with Nova throughout this process. I don’t have to tell you that mine and Angel’s safety is the first priority.”
“Of course,” Abby nodded.
“I trust you to handle any situation that may come up with the business. You’ve been running day-to-day operations for years now. Don’t be afraid to make big calls while I’m indisposed.”
“Yes, Mr. Miller. I will make you proud.”
Hank moved next to Angel and removed her choker, handing it to Abby.
“You always do,” Hank said as he and Angel stepped into the tanks.
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Five days later, Abby returned to Nova’s lab.
“Angel is almost done,” Nova greeted her. “Hank isn’t far behind.”
“Everything went smoothly, then?” Abby asked.
With a small huff, Nova responded, “We talked at least three times every day. You even had a guy come in and check on the lab. Everything went smoothly.”
Moving in closely, invading Nova’s personal space, Abby said, “We will be working together closely in the future, so I need you to understand something perfectly clearly. You have the loves of my life in suspended animation. That cargo is far too precious for a laissez-faire attitude.”
“I… I understand.” Nova replied, her intimidation clear.
A subtly beeping alarm drew their attention. “Angel is ready. There are some towels over there. Get one for her.” Nova was noticeably relieved that she could command the situation once more as they were firmly in her element.
Nova pushed the appropriate combination of buttons on the tank and it opened. Angel’s eyes slowly fluttered open as she coughed a little. Seeing Abby and Nova reach their arms in for her, she struggled to find her feet and climb out of the tank.
Angel, transformed by the ACE procedure, stepped out of the sensory deprivation tank. Her body, now standing taller at 5'6", morphed by the procedure, her powerful frame looking thinner, but still maintaining its muscular bulk at 220 pounds. Abby rushed in to cover her with a towel.
As Angel gripped the towel around her, a sense of nervous energy surged through her veins. The thrill of her physical transformation was tinged with a touch of apprehension, a lingering curiosity about what lay ahead. Her muscles rippled with newfound strength, yearning for a release, a way to exercise and embrace her enhanced capabilities.
“Where’s Daddy?” she asked, still trying to adjust to her environment.
“His procedure is nearly complete,” Nova responded. Just as she finished her sentence, another beeping could be heard. “That’s him,” she announced. “Abby, more towels, please.”
Nova entered the combination on Hank’s sensory deprivation tank and stood back. A mist of cool vapor dissipated into the air as he rose to his feet, revealing his now taller figure. Hank had grown in height, now also standing at 5'6", his slender and fit frame further enhanced by the ACE procedure. His bald head glistened under the soft lab lights, and his piercing eyes, brimming with determination, scanned the room.
Unbeknownst to Hank, a subtle change seemed to ripple through the atmosphere. It was as if an invisible force radiated from him, carrying with it an alluring scent, infused with powerful pheromones. The effect was immediate and palpable, yet Hank remained unaware of the profound impact he had on those around him.
Abby, Nova, and even Angel, who had just experienced her own transformation, felt a sudden wave of heightened arousal wash over them. Their hearts quickened, and their breathing became shallow as they involuntarily responded to Hank's presence.
Abby, already deeply entranced by Hank's aura, struggled to contain her desire. She longed to fulfill his every command, her body tingling with anticipation. Nova, though usually composed and analytical, found herself captivated by an unexplained magnetism, a mixture of respect, arousal and curiosity swirling within her.
Angel, who had just embraced her own physical empowerment, was not immune to the allure of the unseen pheromones. A surge of excitement coursed through her muscular form, amplifying her already heightened senses.
Hank, unaware of the effect he had on those around him, stepped out of the tank with a sense of renewed purpose. He met the gaze of each person in the room, his eyes filled with determination.
“If what I’m feeling is any indication, I’d say that the procedure was a success,” Hank said as Abby wrapped a towel around him.
Shaking her head in an effort to clear her thoughts, Nova replied, “There must be an unexpected side effect. You must be emitting some powerful pheromones.” Thinking quickly, she grabbed a few beakers and a cotton-swab.
“Angel, we need a semen sample from Hank.” She thrust a 1-liter beaker into Angel’s hand. “And it has to come directly from his penis. No spitting it into the beaker,” she said, anticipating a potential source of error.
Angel pouted at Nova and grabbed Hank’s hand, wanting to get him somewhere private.
“WAIT!” Nova shouted. “I need to collect a pheromone sample.” She held her breath and lifted Hank’s arm, swabbing his armpit with the cotton-swab.
“Ok. You’re good to go,” Nova nodded.
No further prompting needed, Angel grabbed Hank’s arm and led him to the bathroom.
“Oh my God, Daddy!” Angel exclaimed, “usually it’s just my pussy that tingles for you, but now it feels like it’s my whole body!”
“Are you ok? Do we need to bring this to Nova’s attention?” Hank asked with genuine concern.
Looking at Hank with a sense of disbelief, Angel answered, “You have no idea, do you?”
She knelt in front of him, both of them naked as Angel took his cock in her hand. “I need to jerk you off into this beaker, Daddy. No spit. Nova want’s a clean sample. Then you can fuck me senseless. Please?” She looked up at him with unbridled lust and longing. “Please just cum into the cup. Then we can fuck for real. I’m so ready for you Daddy!” Angel said as she gripped his cock with her strong hands and started jerking him off with purpose.
Hank’s member grew longer, firmer and thicker with her ministrations as he moaned in pleasure. “Fucking GAWD, Daddy! Your cock got bigger! And your balls are massive!” Angel exclaimed as she inspected Hank’s enlarged testes. “I’ll bet you’ve got formula in there for days!”
Still slightly disoriented from the tank, Hank groaned through Angel’s ministrations. “Baby, I feel like I’m on a hair trigger! This is gonna come faster than you think!”
Angel looked into her Daddy’s eye, licked her lips and whispered, “Cum for me, Daddy.”
And that’s exactly what Hank did. Hank let out a massive groan as his orgasm overtook him. Wave after wave of pleasure corresponded with spurt after spurt of his thick semen. Angel did her best to capture it all in the beaker. After more than two minutes Angel put voice to her disbelief. “Daddy, you’re still cumming! You’ve almost filled the beaker!”
Hank could only grunt as his ejaculate flowed from his erect cock. Eventually, the flow of Hank’s semen stopped. A dull throbbing pleasure replaced the overwhelming ecstasy that he had just felt.
“God, baby! I don’t know what you did to me, but that was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt!”
“I don’t think it was me, Daddy. I think you were on a hair trigger. I barely jerked you off and you shot out…” Angel quickly inspected the beaker that she used to capture Hank’s semen. “957 milliliters?!? Daddy! You just came two pints of spunk! Are you going to give me twenty times my normal dose of formula whenever we fuck!?!” Angel looked Hank in the eyes with the most serious expression she could muster. “I need to get this beaker to Nova, and then I need you to fuck me. I need you to give me all of it.”
Hank, still disoriented from the tank and reeling from his recent orgasm, could only nod his assent.
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Another amazing chapter. K++++++
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So they're bullet-proof, immortal, soon-to-be-hyper-muscular gods, and he's they're master? I love this story
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Angel pranced out of the bathroom, all 220 pounds of her muscular bulk, carrying the beaker with Hank’s freshly collected semen over to Nova.
Smiling, Angel said, “Here it is! Fresh from the source. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have an itch that only my Daddy can scratch.” She bounded back toward the bathroom.
“That smells REALLY GOOD!” Abby exclaimed, pointing to the beaker, while subconsciously bringing her other hand to her crotch.
Nova quickly covered the beaker with cling film before putting it into the refrigerator until she could begin her tests. “I suspect that Hank’s semen also contains a heavy concentration of his pheromones. I will have a lot of work to do after we get you situated in your tank. But first, I’ll have to remove your breast implants. I’m not comfortable having you go through the ACE procedure with them in.”
Abby gave her a questioning look.
“It’s a simple procedure. I have a surgical table and all of the necessary tools. I’ll sedate you and remove them. It shouldn’t take more than half an hour.” Nova fixed an analytical gaze upon Abby. “How much do you weigh?”
Smiling with a touch of arrogant pride, Abby flexed her huge bicep and responded, “I was 224 pounds when I weighed myself this morning.”
Blushing with the combined arousal from Hank’s lingering pheromones and Abby’s display, Nova cleared her throat. “Hmm. I’ll have Angel help me get you into the tank when we’re done with your surgery and she’s done with…”
Abby chuckled a little. “They might be in there for a while.”
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Angel entered the bathroom and gently closed the door behind her. She turned to see Hank inspecting his new, enlarged penis. She closed her eyes and inhaled a large breath through her nose. Exhaling and opening her eyes, she said, “You smell so good, Daddy. Your cum smells so good that I almost chugged the beaker before I got it to Nova.”
Hank looked at Angel, noticing her flushed cheeks. “Are you feeling ok?”
“I’m so wet for you right now that I think I left a trail in the lab,” Angel almost whined as she slowly sauntered over to Hank. Small streams of arousal dripped down the crevices and valleys of her muscular legs. She stood up against him, her muscular pecs pressing into Hank’s chest. Angel’s hand reached down and began to stroke Hank’s enlarged tool. “I need you inside me, Daddy.”
With that, Angel turned away, spread her legs and bent at the waist, presenting her drenched pussy to Hank. She turned her head to Hank and pleaded, “please take me!”
Needing no further prompting, Hank lined his enlarged unit up to his lover’s opening and grasped her muscular glutes. “Are you ready, baby?”
Angel braced herself against the wall and nodded.
Hank slowly penetrated her, his swollen cock-head entering. Angel gasped as he continued to press into her. “God, Angel! You’re so much tighter than you were before!”
“You’re.. so… much.. thicker, Daddy,” she replied in breathless struggle. “Don’t you dare stop!” Angel said as she sensed Hank’s momentary hesitance and thrust her hips back against him, forcing his engorged member all the way into her. Angel looked back at Hank with feral lust in her eyes. “Fuck me!” she growled at him.
Hank used all of his strength to hammer in and out of his lover, grunting with each thrust. Angel lost herself in an orgasmic haze. She flexed her core, her silky vice squeezing on Hank’s cock. “I’m so close, baby!” he said. Angel could only whimper in anticipation of his climax.
With one final thrust, Hank let loose a growl of his own as what seemed like an endless wave of semen shot out of his cock and into Angel’s pussy. The first trace of her Daddy’s semen hit her like a lightning bolt. She screamed from the bottom of her lungs as his torrent of fluid flooded her insides. Angel’s whole body tensed and flexed. Her fingers dug into the tiled bathroom wall, taking chunks out of it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her pussy muscles twitched, milking every last drop out of Hank. Finally, Hank pulled his deflating member out of Angel’s sodden pussy. Hank held her as Angel slumped to the ground. He caressed her and kissed her as every muscle in her face spasmed.
Angel’s breathing began to settle and her eyes shot open. She looked at Hank with worshipful wonder. “How are you feeling, baby?” Hank asked, as he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. “That was pretty intense.”
“Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it! It felt like… feels like… That wasn’t just an orgasm. It’s like you made my soul cum!” Standing up and stretching out, Angel continued, “It feels better than the formula! I feel like I could lift a mountain!” She flexed her biceps and looked at them for a moment before grabbing Hank by the back of his head and kissing him passionately.
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Please don't tease. Hope there is another chapter soon. K++
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Minor detail: Abby at 225lbs has outgrown Angel 220lbs. Presume that happened b/c Angel inside tank for 3-4 days.