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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: taoschild on March 27, 2024, 03:57:46 am
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Hey All. I'm nearly finished editing my short story archive, Female Muscle. I was toying with the story and didn't like how it came out so I cut it so I'll post it here.
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Mark sank into the overstuffed recliner like he did every evening. The flickering T.V. in front of him was tuned to High School America which served as a cruel reminder of the chiseled athlete he once was. He’d been a football legend. He could have been something. He should have been something. If he’d had any grades at all he might have had a college scholarship. Instead, he found himself married early and working a nine-to-five job day in and day out. Everything seemed to have spiraled downhill since high school.
Across the room, his wife silently folded laundry. Sarah had always been a wisp of a woman compared to him and seemed to shrink further with each passing year. True, she’d been pretty– stunning really– the typical bombshell but she was half-Asian and half-Swedish so she looked a bit like a porcelain doll come to life. Her almond-shaped eyes shimmered like polished obsidian and she had the most unique autumn hair with blonde ends that tumbled down her back in waves. She was a ballet dancer but still had curves that hugged her slender frame.
She had been the prettiest girl in school so he’d had to have her. It was as if she were a conquest. She had been a prom queen and the prom queen’s role in their small town came with the expectation to marry the starting quarterback. And so, it was done. They eloped right after high school and settled back in town to a regular, unfulfilling life.
But now, six years later, both of them felt unfulfilled. Mark worked in the auto yard and Sarah worked part-time teaching ballet and maintaining the house. Mark, used to barking orders on the field, after work each night barked them from the recliner. Sarah had to fetch him beer, make dinner, and do all the chores around the household. Without complaint, she complied.
One rainy afternoon Sarah grabbed a beer for Mark and stared at her reflection in the fridge. She noticed a new softness in her face and a pang of longing for her younger, more energetic self hit her. The gym across the street had been taunting her for months. She set the beer down on the table for Mark and announced she was going for a walk.
Mark grunted in response.
It was a musty, moldy, gym bros establishment with a bunch of guys in wifebeater T-shirts doing altogether too much grunting, but it was the only game in town. Undeterred by the atmosphere, Sarah pushed past the worn-out entrance and stepped into the gym. Choosing a quiet corner away from most of the beefy men, Sarah grabbed a pair of dumbbells and approached the nearest bench. She was clueless but the rush of endorphins after just a few sets was undeniable.
As she fumbled with adjusting the weight on the dumbbells, a gruff voice startled her. "Need a hand there, princess?" The man was a mountain of muscle. She stared at his harsh curves, striations, and veins. She liked what she saw.
“Um, I think I’m okay. I’ll just watch you and copy what you do… with a lot less weight,” she giggled. “If that’s okay.”
“Sure, little lady. And if you’re doing something wrong I hope you don’t mind me helping you.”
Sarah was a quick learner and soon figured out a routine through a series of articles online and getting a few tips from the man she met the first evening, Cord. She quickly put aside her fear of the free weights and rusty machines and set a goal to get stronger - much stronger. The initial awkwardness melted away as she received quick results. In the gym, the only voice that mattered was the one urging her muscles to push harder.
“No problem,” she blushed.
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Just in case anyone is still interested I'll post a little more.
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Back home, Sarah maintained the charade of the dutiful wife but something had clicked. She had a sense of self-confidence that had long been lacking. She fetched his post-shift beers without complaint and noticed how her increased strength made tiresome housework easier. She hoisted a heavy bag of groceries with a single hand and lifted the couch to vacuum.
The subtle victories fueled her determination. Her figure was changing too.
Mark was somehow blissfully unaware of the changes brewing within his wife. One evening, while flipping through channels, he landed on a rerun of the state championship game – the one where he'd led his team to victory. Sarah watched with him, a bittersweet ache in her chest. She'd been there in the stands that day, a radiant prom queen with a hopeful smile. Mark, the conquering hero, had swept her off her feet.
“Babe I was pretty amazing back then wasn’t I?”
“You could be again,” Sarah cooed. “Maybe a few workouts in the morning or something to get the old engine going again?”
Mark’s face contorted in a way Sarah hadn’t seen before. His cheeks turned fire engine red and the veins in his neck exploded in size. Before Sarah could fully register the shift, he lunged for her. His hand caught the edge of her sweatshirt and sent her sprawling backward over the table where she landed with a crash. A yelp escaped her lips and the air whooshed out of her lungs.
Mark stood frozen with his hand outstretched as if reaching for something to steady himself. His face drained of color and his expression registered dread. “Sarah,” Mark finally croaked.
His only response was tears welling up in her eyes, not from fear, but from a sudden, overwhelming sense of betrayal. He reached over to console her and Sarah flinched from his touch.
“Don’t touch me” she spat.
“Sorry,” he managed, “I... I just... you shouldn’t have said that but I’m tired after work and I earn the money for us.”
“But you never lift a finger around the house. All you do is sit on that couch. Is it any wonder that I asked you to maybe get in shape?
“Looks like I’m still strong enough to throw people around when they talk shit about me,” he said, turning his face back to the television and actively ignoring her.
Sarah turned on her heels and slammed the door behind her. The rain had given way to a cool night breeze. The sharp air stung her eyes but failed to clear the burning anger that coursed through her veins. She decided to return to the gym for a second workout. Working through tears and anger she lifted heavier than she ever had before.
The clanking noises in the gym and her tears weren’t just sounds. They were a battle cry. Sarah stalked towards the weight rack, her back straight, her shoulders squared. She was wearing an outfit that months before had been a size too big. Now, the fabric strained against her growing muscles. When she started concentration curls, the sleeves threatened to burst at the seams.
The anger that had threatened to consume her now fueled her every move. She pushed herself harder than ever before and the results were outstanding. Looking in the mirror she saw that she was already like a new person. Each muscle group each popped and pulsated with power. Even the way she moved was different. She carried herself with an athlete’s precision with a graceful arch of her spine and delicious curves throughout her body. A small grin spread across her face. After that night, she carried that anger into every workout. Her progress accelerated and she made a new goal for herself: to get stronger than Mark.
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Loving it
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loving so far keep it going
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Great start Taoschild ! I'm anxious to read more !!!
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Thanks for the praise guys - this was a reject story for the anthology so I wasn't sure you'd like it.
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Over the next few months, the gym became Sarah's second home. Gone were the days of mindless cardio and light dumbbells. She attacked the weights with anger, meticulously planned her workouts, and force-fed herself protein like an Olympic athlete.
One day, as she hoisted a weight that would have made Mark crane his neck from the recliner, a familiar voice echoed in the cavernous gym. “Damn, Sarah, you're getting ripped!” She looked up to see Cord grinning at her.
A sheepish grin spread across her face. “Just trying to keep up.”
“I think you’ve already caught up,” he chuckled. “Maybe someday, with the right help, you could get really big or strong.”
“Strong,” she repeated, the word tasting like a promise. “I want to be really strong, like freaky strong.”
Cord’s easy grin faltered a touch. “Well, that might take some...uh, help, depending on your goals,” he admitted, scratching the back of his shaved head.
The insinuation of elicit drugs to help her sent a jolt through Sarah. Steroids, growth hormones, the whole lot were taboo. They were whispered in hushed corners of the gym, but Sarah had seen their mind-blowing results as well.
“What about the risks?” she pressed.
Cord’s head swiveled left and right before his eyes caught hers again. “Risks are everywhere, Sarah. You gotta weigh them against the reward. Look, I’m not pushing anything, but if you're serious… you need to make sure you’re not getting crap and I know where the good stuff…” he trailed off.
“I… I’d like to think about it… no, I want to try it,” she finished her cheeks redenning.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to push.”
“I’m sure,” she said with a nod.
Cord's voice dropped to a whisper. “Okay, first ones on me. Follow me.”
Cord led her to a dimly lit back room that was crammed with discarded free weights and dumbbells not found on the public floor. He rummaged through a battered gym bag, pulling out a vial filled with a clear liquid and a package of syringes.
Sarah's breath hitched. This wasn't following a workout plan or chugging protein shakes; this was a line she hadn't intended to cross.
Cord seemed to sense her hesitation. "Cold feet?" he asked, his voice devoid of judgment. “It’s okay.”
“No,” she said, with a voice firmer than she felt.
Cord prepped the syringe with practiced efficiency and Sarah watched the clear liquid fill the vial. “Okay, then bend over and pull your leggings down.”
There was a raw vulnerability in the act, a surrender to the unknown and have a stranger touch her in a more sensual way than Mark had in months. “This will make me stronger,” she whispered.
“Much,” he said, tapping her firm alabaster glutes and then inserting the shot. The moment the cool liquid breached her skin, a jolt of energy surged through her. It wasn't pain, but a tingling warmth that spread outwards from the injection site, a current coursing through her veins. It felt almost...sensual, a forbidden pleasure rippling through her muscles, awakening a dormant power within her.
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Yes. The sooner she ditches Mark and moves on to Cord the better. K++++
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Excellent! Can't wait for more.
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Hope there will be more. She already outmuscles Mark. Some day she will show him her new strenght.
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I was going to heavy edit this section before I put it in the anthology but never got around to it when I dropped the story. Hope this part is okay...
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Sarah felt her growth accelerate over the next few weeks and new strength came hand in hand. She put away the money she received from teaching ballet for the gear and new outfits. When she walked by Mark in her first one, a fitted tank and leggings that accentuated her growing muscles, he only grunted a noncommittal response. His eyes remained glued to the TV.
Later that day, while attempting to open a jar of pickles, Mark let out a frustrated groan. Sarah, with a nonchalant shrug, effortlessly twisted the lid off, the metal cap popping with a satisfying snap. “Looks like I loosened it,” he managed somewhat unconvincingly.
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” she responded. Mark looked up at her and saw something different. There was an aura about her.
“Babe, you’re looking good. Maybe we should have sex or something tonight.”
“Maybe, there’s always a first,” she responded.
“Don’t talk shit to me,” he yelled. Sarah ignored him and walked out the door. Just like the previous months, there would be no sex that night, but more and more often she was releasing her own steam. Her sex drive, long since dormant, was well - on steroids and she couldn’t get enough of it but Mark still paid her no heed.
Sarah didn’t need him. After a long workout, she’d inevitably come home sweaty and slick and surrender to the intoxicating sensation of her own touch. Dropping onto the bed before her shower the need enveloped her. Her body had become a vessel for the purest form of ecstasy. The gentle caress of her fingertips against her warm, wet slit elicited moans of pleasure from her lips. It was always a quick episode of self indulgence though because her greatest joy was the gym.
She’d been getting to the gym earlier, devouring protein, and focusing on building strength. At the gym, every rep, every set, was a defiance against Mark’s dominance. Soon enough, taut muscles replaced soft curves.
At first, the changes were subtle. There was a slight increase in muscle definition here and her recovery increased. She was never sore after workouts anymore. It was as if her body wanted more work.
As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's metamorphosis accelerated with breathtaking speed. Her t-shirts, once loose and flowing, now strained against her broadening shoulders and thickening biceps. One morning, Mark reached for the milk carton from the fridge, only to find Sarah's hand already there. Her grip was firm. He tugged, surprised by the resistance. “Woah, there, tigress,” he chuckled, a nervous tremor in his voice. Sarah simply raised an eyebrow and passed him the carton.
Day in and day out, Sarah reveled in her growth and particularly her increased strength. Chiseled definition replaced soft curves and her skinny up and down frame became a hulking V-tapered shape. Shoulders broadened, arms became riddled with striations, and her legs became thick… really thick.
She flexed her quadriceps, and a satisfied grin stretched across her face. Beneath the tight skin, the muscles pulsed with a life of their own. They simply bulged with raw strength and the thickness resembled the columns of granite beheld on Greek temples. The sweep of her hamstrings and the sinewy lines could be seen even through the fabric of her tights. Squatting with the barbell she was now doing effortlessly would have crippled her a few months ago. Her muscles craved more weight -- more challenges -- more growth.
Heads swiveled as she walked by, whispers erupting in her wake. Even the seasoned female bodybuilders couldn't help but steal a second look. As she moved over to the dumbbells and sat doing an endless drop set of concentration curls a man nearby blurted out nervously, "those are some serious arms!" Her arms now featured veins snaking across her biceps and triceps ragged rivers and their bluish-green tendrils pulsed with every contraction. With each curl of the dumbbell, the sinews beneath her skin danced a hypnotic jig. Finally, she dropped the weights with a thud. Raising her arms into a mighty flex, the muscles welled up into a colossal peak, striated with veins that resembled miniature lightning bolts pulsing beneath the taut skin. Even the deltoids capping her shoulders dwarfed the heads of most men in the gym. Dense and powerful she knew that she was now skirting the boundaries of what most considered feminine, but she still wanted more. It was once solely about strength but had become a complete transformation that pushed the very definition of what a woman could be. From ballet dancer to bodybuilder...
A sly grin stretched across her face. Soon, Mark will find out. And the thought, once a flicker of defiance, now burned with an intensity that mirrored the power coursing through her veins. The prospect sent a surge of anticipation through her. It was going to be fun, indeed. But more importantly, it was going to be a day of reckoning.
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Oh boy! Mark is in trouble! I love it! K+!
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Hope that she retains enough kindness to begin a relationship with Cord. K++++
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Now daily, Cord took her back into what she affectionately called ‘ the lab.’ Under Cord's watchful eye, Sarah welcomed each injection. There was a primal thrill in surrendering herself to the liquid, a sense of liberation in embracing the power it bestowed upon her. Sarah’s senses felt heightened, her body alive with a newfound sensitivity to the warmth and allure of the liquid.
“No side effects yet. You’re amazing, Sarah.”
“Nope, nothing,” she confirmed.
“I’ve never seen anyone take so much without any side effects.”
“No side effects. Nothing other than a lot of growth.”
“I can see that,” he said taking her in. “It’s hard to miss.”
“For some…” she said, reflecting on how Mark seemed entirely oblivious to her new size and strength.
“I’d like more, so what’s next?” She said raising an eyebrow.
“Then we can up the dosage,” he said shaking his head in amazement. “We can cycle off the weak shit and add Tren, Anadrol, and Masteron. We should increase your growth hormone too.”
"Well, let’s not waste any time,” she declared, pulling down her shorts to reveal her naked, unyielding glutes. Cord’s gaze lingered on Sarah’s sculpted buttocks. Her glutes weren’t a smooth dome, but a landscape of rolling hills carved by deep valleys of striations. The vast hills flowed gracefully into the smaller gluteus medius and minimus on either side. The effect created a teardrop shape that tapered toward her disturbingly thick, striated leg biceps.
Already the back of her legs wouldn't be out of place on a competitive bodybuilder. “They’re looking incredible,” he remarked. “But with the new stack, they’re going to be even more impressive.”
Cord gave her the first of three injections.
Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed and an erotic smile played on her lips. She clenched and unclenched her fists, savoring the unfamiliar sensation. “Oooh,” she cooed. “I can feel it. It’s like every cell in my body is... awake.”
“Uh-huh,” Cord confirmed as he prepared the next injection. “This one may hurt a little but after… it feels like… Well, it’s hard to describe.”
The small needle hit her like a punch but just as quickly she felt like her whole body shuttered. As the liquid traveled through her veins, a warmth bloomed in her core, spreading outwards like a tide. It wasn't a burning sensation, but a comforting heat, a subtle hum that resonated deep within her muscles. Sarah's muscles seemed to swell and ripple beneath her skin, their contours sharpening in the moment. Veins fluttered beneath the surface of her skin as if searching for space around the mighty muscles. "Impossible," she breathed, reveling in the feeling of growth, seemingly on the spot. She closed her eyes and focused on the unfamiliar yet invigorating physicality of the feeling. With every heartbeat, she could feel the power of the injection coursing through her veins.
“This one’s even better,” Cord grinned, his touch sending a shiver of delight down Sarah’s spine as he tapped her other butt cheek and injected more liquid.
"I don't know how it could be," she marveled, but the minute the liquid hit her bloodstream her hands instinctively started following the curves of her body. Her fingertips danced across her skin, tracing delicate patterns along her curves and valleys, until she started caressing her bosoms.
Her nipples, hardened with arousal and begged for attention. Sarah eagerly obliged as her touch sent ripples of sensation racing through her body. With each tug and twist, she felt her arousal building, her senses heightened to a fever pitch. It was as if every inch of her body was awakening to the power at her core. Cord watched in awe as Sarah lost herself in the throes of ecstasy, her movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment.
Lost in the throes of ecstasy, Sarah surrendered herself completely to the pleasures of the flesh. Finally, as the waves of pleasure began to recede, Sarah stopped, her cheeks flushed with heat as she glanced shyly at Cord. "Uh, sorry," she stammered, feeling a blush creeping across her skin. "I've just never felt..."
“Don’t worry about it,” Cord chuckled. “That’s the most I’ve ever given to a woman and it’s kind of fun to see the results."
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Awesome stuff. Can't wait for next chapter to see her growth in action.
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Loving the story so far. Some side-effects like increased aggression could be really cool though!
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Surprised you guys like this one. Maybe I should put it back in the archive but I don't yet have an ending and I might need help with that. I had 3 options. 1. She goes with Cord 2. She makes amends with Mark (I was kind of leaning toward that one since it's so rare in our genre and 3. She leaves to pursue bodybuilding and heads out of her small town to focus on herself for her change. There used to be a poll option here but I don't see that anymore. Anyway, I have everything done but the end on this one so shoot me some ideas.
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A little sheepishly, Sarah left the lab and went out to the floor where she had her best workout ever. She felt powerful. She felt strong– maybe stronger than her husband. That night, Sarah felt her body humming when she came home and joined Mark on the couch.
“Hey, babe,” he said, giving her a quick pec on the cheek but hardly seeing her.
“Hey,” she responded. For the first time in forever, she actually wanted Mark inside her. Instead, when Mark lazily reached for a chip bowl, Sarah reached for it at the same time. Their hands brushed. Mark, startled, flinched as if she’d shocked him.
“Whoa there, careful,” he mumbled, snatching the bowl away a little too quickly. “You’ve been putting on a little size so maybe you should lay off these.”
“And you’re not?” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Fat looks better on a man. We’ve got bigger bones so we can add a few pounds without getting too big."
“I see,” she smiled keeping the secret she held close to the vest.
The tension lingered between them for the rest of the evening.
“You know,” Mark chuckled, patting his slightly paunchy stomach, “getting older isn't all sunshine and rainbows. Especially for athletes. We put our bodies through a lot in our youth, and they don’t always bounce back the way they used to."
“For you athletes, right… Well, I’ve been working out a bit.”
“Yeah, but you’re a woman.” The tension seemed to rise another notch. He looked over and for the first time seemed to notice the new muscle peeking out from beneath her once-flowy t-shirt. Feeling a measure of insecurity, he upped the ante.
“How about a little arm wrestling match to see who’s king of the couch?” They were the words she’d longed to hear Sarah’s heart hammered a wild rhythm against her ribs.
They locked hands. Mark leaned in ready to “win” with a knowing grin on his face. Sarah met his gaze. Sarah applied pressure, her muscles tensing as she effortlessly slammed Mark's arm down toward the coffee table. His smirk vanished in an instant.
Beneath the fabric of her shirt, a subtle bulge formed. Like a coiled spring pressing outward, the swell of her bicep became more pronounced. Veins traced intricate patterns across its surface, pulsing with the exertion.
Mark was dumbfounded.
She held him there, testing her limits, gauging his strength against her own. Instantly, she knew she could overpower him completely. She had thought she might be stronger but now she realized how much stronger she truly was. She was perhaps even send him crashing to the floor with a single tug. She considered it momentarily as he tugged with all of his might. Finally. She decided she wasn’t quite ready to show him his new position in the household. Maybe she could become twice as strong as her husband, perhaps treble. The idea made her wet.
Instead of beating him, Sarah began to wane her pressure allowing Mark to regain some ground. His confidence rose as his arm slowly rose back to the starting position. Then with a casual flick of her wrist, she capitulated and he slammed her hand back onto the coffee table.
“Haha! Knew I could beat ya,” Mark chuckled in relief. Still, he looked a little shaken. “You’re stronger than you look though.”
Sarah played along with a gentle grin. “Wow, you’ve still got it," she said, in mock awe.
The seed of doubt was now a full-blown sunflower in Mark’s mind. Sarah, on the other hand, felt flush and wet in her core. She left Mark on the couch and went to their room hiding a wide grin.
She had beaten Mark. She was stronger than him, though not yet by a wide margin– yet. That would come.
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Great Story keep going
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Option 1. My preference is for a relationship of equals. Cord will help her grow into that relationship.
Option 2. A relationship with Mark is a reversal of the previous abusive relationship.
Option 3. Leaving town is a soft option and lessens/ prevents character growth
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Nevertheless K++ for a great story
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:thanks: Wook. Here is another section
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Still, the sensation of being the powerful one in the house overwhelmed her. The aftershock of victory pulsed through Sarah. But it wasn't just the satisfaction of proving her worth. A surge of something hotter, more unexpected, coursed through her veins. She retreated to her room as Mark lay back on his throne in front of the television.
Somehow she portrayed confidence, maybe even dominance in her gait. She reached the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Heat and moisture suffused her body. The feeling was both familiar and new as she was the power broker in the family even if Mark still didn’t want to believe it.
Her hands cupped her pecs and traveled down the expanse of her biceps. She let go of any inhibitions and indulged in the pleasure of her touch. The ripple of muscles beneath her fingertips elicited a shiver of pleasure. Fingers caressed the muscle approvingly, exploring every inch of her body with a sensual finesse that left her breathless with desire. She had built this temple through hard work. Her fingertips danced across her skin.
She moved over to the bed and lowered herself onto the soft mattress. Reclined against the pillows, a sense of empowerment washed over her. She was stronger than Mark. She stretched out luxuriously, her muscles flexing beneath her skin as she savored the sensation of her power. Thick, hard muscles pulsed beneath the surface covered by baby-soft skin. It’s smooth surface was interrupted only by the delicate tracery of veins that crisscrossed beneath the surface.
She removed her clothes in a rush and felt the air caress her skin as she slid under the covers. Running her hands over her body, she explored the firmness and strength she had painstakingly built through countless hours of training and discipline. Her fingertips traced the lines of her muscles, feeling the tautness and thickness in her curves. Delicately she traced every curve and crevice, reveling in the sensation of her sweat-dampened skin.
She let go of any inhibitions and allowed herself to revel in the sensuality of her own body. Her fingers traced the lines of her biceps, feeling the tautness and fullness that she had worked so hard to achieve. She could feel the warmth of her skin, still flushed from the workout. The sensation of her touch sent shivers down her spine, and she marveled at the power and resilience of her body.
When she found the firm swell of her breasts her touch lingered until they found their way to her nipples. Already peaked and sensitive to the slightest touch she quivered with arousal. She teased them with gentle strokes. The heat built within her.
Her breaths came faster now.
Lost in the moment, she let herself be guided by instinct. Her desire grew more urgent and desperate with each passing second. Guided by instinct her left hand trailed down her torso until it found its way between her thighs.
She parted her thickly muscled thighs and offered herself fully to the pleasure that awaited. Her breath hitched as she teased herself and explored every inch of her femininity. The sweet slickness and crackling heat between her thighs grew more intense.
Her movements became more urgent. Her fingers slipped between her Faster and faster, she found her love button and pleasured herself.
The feeling of her sweat-drenched body, slick with desire, was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Sarah reveled in the sensation of her own flesh, the heat and friction of her movements driving her to new heights of arousal. She was lost in a world of pure sensation, her body a vessel for pleasure and desire. As she worked herself into a frenzy, her breaths came in short gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.
With each stroke, she felt herself edging closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, with a sharp intake of breath, she tumbled over the edge. She released like a cataclysm her muscles tensing and releasing in a powerful wave of pleasure. The bed shook like a storm but she gritted her teeth shut so Mark wouldn’t hear her. But her power shook the bed with too much abandon.
“Everything all right in there,” he yelled.
“Just fine,” she cooed. Better than fine.
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K+++++
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This is a very good start.. Wish to continue
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Hope for more +k
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The clang of the gym locker door echoed through the near-empty room as Sarah slammed it shut. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Somehow, Sarah had found the energy to increase her training. Her goal wasn't just strength; it was a complete transformation. She wanted a physique that would set him in his place.
Day in and day out, Sarah reveled in her growth like a child unwrapping a long-awaited present. Mark, for his part, remained blissfully unaware, his world still revolving around the TV remote. But sometimes, when Sarah walked by in her new, muscle-bound form, he'd swear he saw a flicker of something in her eyes.
Finally, the day arrived. She had wanted to become twice as strong as Mark. It was a feat that he had to respect. He’d have to listen to her rather than just tell her what to do. Today, the squat rack had yielded to a staggering 600 pounds, and the bench press had groaned under the relentless assault of 300-pound reps. A triumphant grin stretched across her face – In her mind, it wasn't just weight; it was a declaration of dominance
Months of relentless training and her determination were part of it. The clandestine steroid regimen orchestrated by Cord was the rest. Both she and Cord knew that she was the stronger of the two of them now too. She was the one that everyone now looked to in the gym. She heard the whispers - “steroids,” “gear queen,” “massive,” but she didn’t care. She loved being noticed and was almost befuddled that Mark didn’t get the message.
That day she’d started with the biggest cocktail of gear ever. Cord was treating her like a guinea pig pushing the boundaries and still no side effects manifested. “I know you’re stronger than me now,” he chuckled. “I’ve seen you lifting. But now it looks like you’re bigger too. It’s almost impossible.”
She flexed her quadriceps, and a satisfied grin stretched across her face. Beneath the tight skin, the muscles pulsed with a life of their own, resembling sculpted mounds of granite carved by a master sculptor. The sweep of her hamstrings and the sinewy lines could be seen even through the fabric of her tights.
"My God," Cord breathed out, his voice laced with awe and a hint of something else. "Your legs, your glutes… everything. You're thick, striated… It’s been less than a year. I don’t know how this is physically possible.”
A slow smile played on Sarah’s lips. She pulled down her pants and made the muscles of her glutes dance. Beneath the taut, sun-kissed skin, the individual muscles rippled and pulsed with a life of their own. Each separate gluteus maximus seemed to fight for dominance, rolling and swaying with pinpoint control. Striations became prominent and then rolled away in vast waves.
Cord’s eyes widened. A flicker of something primal stirred within him.
Sarah quickly ended his reverie. “Stop staring and get on with it. I have a big workout ahead. It’s leg day and I need all the help I can get.”
"I don't think it works… well maybe with you it does work that way," he chuckled nervously, averting his gaze. "Anyway, I'm going to have to switch to the steel needles. The regular ones keep breaking now."
“I don’t care if it’s a firehose she laughed. Just put the juice inside me she commanded.”
"This might sting a bit."
Sarah scoffed. "Give me your worst. You know by now I can take the pain."
Cord’s hands trembled slightly as he filled each of the three vials to the brim. He cleaned the area with a practiced swipe and jabbed at her glutes with force.
Each time the plunger met resistance. With the second injection he pressed with such force that she bled a little. The prick of the needle was almost insignificant compared to the waves of power that had already begun washing over her. Fire soon simmered beneath her skin. The feeling soon spread outwards like ripples on a pond, igniting a fire where it touched. Each muscle fiber, already buzzing with anticipation, seemed to welcome the intrusion, absorbing the liquid like a thirsty sponge.
Cord's breath hitched in his throat as his gaze followed the movement of her hand.
Soon enough it was painting her entire body with a flush of heat. A guttural sigh escaped her lips, a mixture of release and something deeper, a primal satisfaction that resonated from the core of her being. As always, Cord watched as the calloused palms of her hands caressed her body as the liquid hit her bloodstream. He now understood with Sarah the touch was a reflex. It was like an attempt to anchor herself amidst the rising tide of heat and power, but the effect was undeniably sensual.
Her fingers traced the path of the liquid fire. They followed the invisible map of veins that snaked across her form sending shivers cascading down her spine until her palms raked against her hot nipples. The touch was a delicious shock. Raw desire momentarily crashed through her body and the hardened points strained against the thin fabric. But the moment was fleeting. The heat, was soon replaced by a lingering warmth that settled over her like a comforting blanket. With a deep sigh, Sarah lowered her hands and Cord prepared the next injection.
He swallowed hard and grunted with effort on the final one. It was like the muscles were pushing back, affronted by the effort to be penetrated, even by such a small needle.
"There you go," Cord finally managed, his voice hoarse. "That should do it for today."
Sarah barely heard him. Her gaze was fixed on the reflection in the grimy gym mirror. The woman staring back was a stranger. She flexed again, watching the vast canvas of her glutes ripple and contract like a living map of veins and sinew. She would make it bigger still. That was the day she eclipsed her maxes which she assumed were more than twice the possible of her husband.
With powerful strides, she left the gym, the weight of her secret change a thrilling burden - both literally and hypothetically. Tonight she’d unveil the change with a calculated reveal, a silent declaration of her newfound dominance. But how?
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great work :cool2:
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:wow: Very exciting read.
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Not sure if I'm going to finish - I really wasn't going to as I dropped it from the anthology. Let me know if you have any thoughts on directions and I might finish it.
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The steam billowed from the bathroom muffling the sound of the shower but the door was cracked. Mark paced outside. He’d seen glimpses of Sarah’s newfound strength and it piqued his curiosity and in some ways threatened his manhood. He’d watched the effortless way she hoisted groceries and the casual twist of a jar lid that left him struggling. But tonight, something about the raw intensity in her voice as she declared her desire for change had unsettled him.
He peeked through the ajar bathroom door and saw her form behind the blurred glass. The sight left him spellbound, almost stumbling in disbelief. Sarah’s back was toward him. Through the blurred barrier, her back resembled a work of art. The gentle curves of her shoulder had given way to wide-defined deltoids. It flowed perfectly into the wide V-shaped slope of her back that was riveted with bulges and sinews that created a map of muscle. Tracing the line of her spine, the subtle ridges of her erector muscles bulged forth. As she moved, the muscles rippled and flexed. Veins like firehoses coursed beneath the surface
A pang of something akin to desire, laced with a healthy dose of fear, twisted in his gut. He needed to see for himself, to test the limits of this new Sarah. Ignoring the voice of reason, he barged into the bathroom just as the water turned off.
Sarah startled, turning to face him, water cascading down her impressive physique. The towel she held aloft barely concealed the sheer power etched into her form. Mark, caught off guard, felt a primal fear flicker in his eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a calm but firm voice.
Shame washed over him. "I... I just wanted to see," he stammered. “You’re so big…” Needing to prove something, even to himself, he blurted out, "Let's arm wrestle."
Sarah raised an eyebrow and a hint of amusement played on her lips. Then, a slow smile spread across her face. She stepped out of the shower, the towel strategically draped around her. “Are you sure you want to know the results?”
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Oh, you CAN’T stop now! You just got to the good part! You gotta show that Sarah overestimated how strong Mark is and the strength difference between Themis much greater than she thought it was!
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Please continue.
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Okay, I wasn't planning on it but I will. Thanks for the support. I'd like to offer anyone on this site a free book if they purchase the Courtesan of Whitechapel and give it a review. If you're interested please email me at jgmuscle12 at gmail In the meantime here is a small section to tie you over while I figure out the end. I actually was going to have her end up with Mark but I've grown to dislike him so I'm not sure where I will go.
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“I…”
“We can just shake and feel the difference,” she said wiping her palm on the towel and then extending a hand towards him. He grasped her hand and squeezed as hard as he could before she clasped him back. A tremor ran through his arm as soon as she squeezed. Veins popped in her forearm and striations riddled across the expansive muscles. His knees wobbled and buckled as he wrenched in pain. Promply, his knees slammed into the floor and her grip lightened. He kneeled below her looking up in awe as if worshipping the superior being in his midst. His fingers wrung with pain but he hardly noticed.
The towel she’d wrapped about her had dropped to the floor with a soft rustle, as her body tensed. Her muscles rippled and popped revealing the sheer power etched into every inch of her form. Mark's eyes widened in awe as he looked up and finally saw the reality of her transformation.
He was greeted by swells of rippling muscles with their sinews visible beneath the surface like hidden treasures waiting to be discovered. Veins crisscrossed her form. Beneath the taut, glistening skin, sinews writhed like titanic cables. There was sheer power etched into every inch of her body.
“There's no need to test me, Mark,” she said, her voice filled with a quiet strength. “I don't want to hurt you. I just want you to see me again – see me like you used to see me..” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I want you to respect me, not control me. I want you to be the partner I fell in love with, the man who inspires me to be strong.”
“I… I…” he trailed off. He saw the hurt and longing in her eyes, and a flicker of his old admiration rekindled within him. But he just couldn’t shake the feeling of emasculation.
Sarah offered a tentative smile. “How about we work out together tomorrow? We can hold each other accountable and push each other further.”
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Thank you. K++ again
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Hell yeah. Honestly, this is one of the best stories on this site in a LONG time. If you dropped this from the anthology, I can't imagine how good the rest is.
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Thanks Quick, I hope it will be an anthology people enjoy. Sorry about the poll guys - looks like a child wrote it because I couldn't see what I was typing but hopefully you get the point.
She stays with Mark
She beats up Mark
She leaves MArk without violence and becomes a chemistry experiment for Cord
She takes an experimental drug and she becomes enormous and her clit grows so long she and Cord can screw each other
She becomes a mutant
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Great story!! Loving it!! I will suggest she becomes a mutant and leaves Mark (nonviolently, but after further emascularing him through some feat of her now apocalyptic strength/power).
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I'd be happy with any result, but I really hope it goes nonviolent. I just personally don't enjoy those stories all that much. If I had to vote for just one, I would say #4.
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I'm really enjoying this story. If you're still looking for suggestions, I'd like her to stay with her husband. And a little violence never hurt! She seems to really like getting stronger and stronger than him and that should continue (but within believability). And I'd like to see Mark continually test his strength and muscles against her, which usually involves pain on his part. (whether he "likes" the pain or not I'll leave to your imagination). But please continue!
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never one to deny a wholesome ending to a great muscle growth story. it would be nice to see them end this in a nice way :3
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I hate to see her just walk out without teaching him some kind of lesson. She doesn't need to be super violent but maybe put him across her knee and spank him or at least hold him down and give him a farewell lecture. Of course she could also stay with him but now she is running things. Otherwise I guess I would vote for #3. However, it's your show and I will like any ending you decide. As usual with your work this has been a good read. I really look forward to the anthology for which this wasn't good enough. K+!
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Becoming mutant and violent!!
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Domination is not about violence, despite what people think.
You CAN be kind and look scary as hell.
I say she leaves and becomes a mutant, but in a way that she becomes a kind, protective figure of other women that want to follow in her footsteps.
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never have been a fan of violence in these kinds of stories, which really limits what I can read and enjoy. her repairing her relationship with Mark would be ideal, I think, even if/though he needs to earn it. like others have said, it's such a rare case in this genre of story.
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Looks like there aren't many votes for staying with Mark so I'll start working on an end before the poll concludes tomorrow. I'll probably go with one of the top two vote getters.
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So, for whatever reason, I could not see the original poll, which contains the more extreme option "she grows so tall n muscular that she scares people". I'd love to see that.
As for her relationship with Mark, I'd love to see them getting back together (I recognize I mentioned earlier that she should leave him). It is just that it is hard to picture it somehow happening, as he is never nice to her during any part of the story we have available. On the other hand, this last chapter ends with her clearly stating her love for him ("wanting to be seen again"), so maybe there is a path after all. Would be nice if there was a way to make that believable, I would enjoy it more than her leaving...
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* Sorry, should have written them "staying together" instead of "getting back together"...
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Erocha: Thanks for your comment. Originally, when I wrote this it was my intent to keep her with Mark all along but as I continued the story he somehow became more of an asshole then I intended. It's actually one of the reasons I abandoned the story. Now that I'm at the crossroads, there doesn't seem to be a path for his sudden metamorphosis into a good person.
Domination is not about violence, despite what people think. You CAN be kind and look scary as hell.
Amen to that. I never wanted her to be anything other than kind but I did want to boost her confidence.
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As for her relationship with Mark, I'd love to see them getting back together (I recognize I mentioned earlier that she should leave him). It is just that it is hard to picture it somehow happening, as he is never nice to her during any part of the story we have available. On the other hand, this last chapter ends with her clearly stating her love for him ("wanting to be seen again"), so maybe there is a path after all. Would be nice if there was a way to make that believable, I would enjoy it more than her leaving...
I will point out, from a narrative perspective, that the idea that they remain cordial but separate or divorce is an option. Sometimes, couples just drift apart over time. And while it may be nice for them to try and make it work, sometimes the husband or wife (specifically Sarah, in this case) goes through too much and grows into a completely different person who doesn't necessarily need or want the other in their life anymore.
Just some food for though.
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Mark stood and backed away. A flicker of fear shot through him but he didn’t say anything until he reached the door. He looked up at her, tears welling in his eyes. "I think I'll pass," he mumbled, “I just can’t do it.” He turned on his heel and left the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
A pang of sadness flickered across Sarah’s face. The years of their relationship seemed to flash before her. It hadn’t always been this bad. She remembered their first date, the nervous flutter in her stomach as they walked hand-in-hand. Back then, the world seemed full of possibilities. They had shared dreams and a comforting sense of belonging. But somewhere along the way, things had changed. She realized that she had changed too. She released a resolute sigh. She knew then that the chapter of her life with Mark was closed. Perhaps they could be friends someday but what to do in the present was a more pressing concern.
Stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom, Sarah's eyes immediately landed on a crumpled note lying on the dresser. Unfolding it, a single line cut through her – "Expect you out by tomorrow." Mark's name wasn't needed. Tears welled up in her eyes, a mix of anger and sadness.
The image of Mark with his threatened masculinity standing frozen in the doorway flashed in her mind. , It was a pathetic display. Briefly, a fantasy flickered – her, effortlessly pinning him to the floor, demonstrating exactly who held the power now. But that image quickly faded. This wasn't about vengeance. She needed to move forward.
With a sniffle, Sarah began packing. Clothes, toiletries, anything she could shove into hastily grabbed bags piled high in her car. The uncertainty of where she'd sleep that night gnawed at her, but a fire burned brighter – the fire of defiance.
As always when she was struggling, the place to relieve her tension was the gym. Tonight the gym wouldn't just be a workout; it would be a declaration of her new freedom.
It was already late by the time she got there. The darkness outside and the sparse crowd late in the evening felt different. Still, the familiar clang of weights welcomed her. Sarah had already worked out earlier that day, her body still buzzing from the usual routine. But tonight, she was going to go heavy - really heavy. She was going to push her limits harder than ever before.
Each iron plate added felt like a brick laid on the foundation of her new life. The familiar weight that once challenged her muscles now felt like a feather compared to the storm raging within. Tonight wasn't about sets or reps; it was about pushing her body to its absolute breaking point.
Grunts escaped her lips, fueled by the anger simmering in her belly. Glancing around, she saw a few curious stares directed her way, but she ignored them. Today, she was unstoppable.
As the gym began to clear out, Cord appeared at the doorway, a knowing look in his eyes. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her to his lab.
The door shut behind them, engulfing them in quiet privacy. Sarah finally let her guard down. The tears that she held back with such ferocity earlier, now streamed down her face. With a choked sob, she collapsed into Cord's arms, the immense muscles of her shoulders a stark contrast against his lean frame.
Cord held her tight, his touch a warm anchor in the storm brewing inside her. "He doesn't deserve you, Sarah," he murmured in a voice that vibrated against her ear. "Not even close."
Sarah’s sobs softened against Cord's chest. "I don't know what I'm going to do," she confessed, her voice muffled against his shirt.
“You'll figure it out,” Cord reassured her, his hold tightening slightly, casually stroking her muscles “You're stronger than you think, Sarah. Stronger than him, and frankly, stronger than most people I know. Stronger than me for gosh sakes.”
She chuckled through a sniffle and he pulled back slightly to meet her gaze. "Listen," he began, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I've had this… ahem, crush on you for a while now. Months, if I'm being honest. But with Mark in the picture..." He trailed off.
Sarah blinked, the revelation on top of Mark’s departure catching her off guard.
"Look," Cord continued, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with a gentle thumb, "I know this isn't ideal timing, but…" He hesitated for a moment, then blurted, "There's a spare bedroom at my place. You could stay there, no strings attached. It'd give you time to figure things out. Would you like that?”
She nodded. Somehow despite her mountainous physique she managed to look vulnerable.
“Good. Also…" He reached into a hidden pocket in his gym bag, pulling out a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "This just hit the black market. It’s supposed to be the best thing out there. An almost instant response. I was going to try it myself to keep up with you now that you've…" He gestured vaguely at her imposing form. "But honestly," he continued, his voice softening, "you seem like you could use it more right now. That feeling of strength and power. I know how it can change your mood."
A night on the streets seemed unfathomable. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Sarah met Cord's gaze. "Your place," she said, her voice rough with emotion. "And show me what that vial can do."
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Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!
PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...
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Wonderful story. And a sensible transition to a post-Marriage life. K++++
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Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!
PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...
I don't plan to make her more masculine but I still don't know where I'm going to go with this. I think it will be a loving relationship with Cord but maybe some desire for more control after her failed relationship with Mark. I'm seriously considering making all of her grow including her clit and having them do it with each other - that got the 2nd most votes in the survey.
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Great again and happy to wait for the next chapter. Great that you include the 2 best votes in the story.
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Absolutely awesome chapter!! Can't wait for the next one!! Make her beyond-huge pleaseeee!!
PS From my perspective, it would be even better if she suffered no masculinization when she transforms with this new drug...
I don't plan to make her more masculine but I still don't know where I'm going to go with this. I think it will be a loving relationship with Cord but maybe some desire for more control after her failed relationship with Mark. I'm seriously considering making all of her grow including her clit and having them do it with each other - that got the 2nd most votes in the survey.
That seems like a great option as well!! Whatever you choose, I am sure it will be fantastic!!
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Yes to a loving and balanced relationship.
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When they arrived at Cord’s place he was a true gentleman. He gave her fresh towels and showed her to her room. She took a leisurely shower and then retired to her room where she wrestled on a pair of silken pajamas. Already, the fabric of the XLs was straining against the immensity of her form. It seemed that buying clothing was going to be a constant struggle for her in a world made for waif thin lesser beings.
A gentle rap on the door startled her out of her introspection.
"Come in," she rumbled in a husky somewhat unfamiliar voice. Cord peeked inside and his eyes widened slightly at the sight of the struggling giant. "You look..." he hesitated, searching for a word, "remarkable." He offered a small smile. "Beautiful, even."
“I needed to hear that. Thank you,” she beamed.
“Just speaking the truth. No pressure, but would you like the injection?" He asked, his voice barely a whisper. “We can always do a raincheck if you’re not up for it.”
"No, I mean, God, yes. Give it to me," she responded. Discarding her silk pants with a careless toss, she stood clad only in her pajama top. The full, breathtaking expanse of her golden-tanned form lay before him. Cord nearly choked on his own breath. She was beauty and strength personified. Each glute was a perfect orb of tightly packed muscle gleaming under the soft light.
He cleared his throat. With trembling hands, he prepped the vial, the shimmering liquid within seeming to writhe with energy. “The recommended dose is 2mg.”
“You know I don’t do recommended doses,” she chuckled. The frustration had vanished. She was once again entirely focused on size and strength. “I can take ten times that. I don’t have side effects.”
“But that’s the whole bottle,” Cord responded.
“Then so be it,” she said leaning against an oak chair to give him full access.
Cord shook his head and prepared five needles. He then injected the first dose into the inside of her powerful glutes. The effects were immediate. A jolt of electricity shot through her. It felt as if a white-hot wave of power was surging through her. Her muscles convulsed. A guttural growl ripped from her throat and passed unwillingly through her lips.
Cord stepped back horrified. “Are you… Are you okay?”
She gritted her teeth and nodded. “Finish it!” Her voice was now commanding rather than pleading. As he complied, wave after wave of tingling sensations spread through her body. They radiated from the injection site and were followed by white-hot flares of pain.
Each time the pain intensified her colossal muscles began to swell further. Sarah’s jaw muscles twinged as she gritted her teeth harder. Her body became a battleground between pain and power and she was determined to come out on the other side unscathed. With a series of sickening rips and tears, the pajamas shredded around her, and her muscles swelled forth.
The seams split first along her flared wings as if widening in anticipation that the rest of her muscles would need the space. Soon enough her biceps reached the crescendo of what the short sleeves could handle. In moments her traps and chest swelled and the fabric was nothing more than a distracting curtain. Sarah reached up and tore the rest of the distracting material and stood nude before Cord.
Despite the unworldly sight before him Cord hardly noticed. He was struggling with a different problem. Sarah’s glutes had swelled and hardened so much that he was unable to penetrate the last needle through her skin even after a few attempts. It took a final hard punch with the final needle to pierce her skin.
Finally, finished, Cord sat back exhausted and looked up at the shimmering behemoth before him. Sarah, mid-transformation, had frozen in place with a look of surprised concentration etched on her face. Her body was already noticeably larger than it was moments ago seeming to take all of the space in his field of vision.
Soon, the sturdy oak chair that had supported her impressive form earlier creaked ominously. Then, with a resounding crack, one of the legs gave way, sending the chair tumbling backward and Sarah crashing onto the floor. Dust motes danced in the air. When it settled, an unnatural stillness momentarily hung in the air.
Sarah broke the silence with a surprised chuckle. The sound rumbled through the room, shaking loose a few picture frames from the wall. It sounded less like a human chuckle and more like the sound of raw power finding its voice.
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Sarah broke the silence with a surprised chuckle. The sound rumbled through the room, shaking loose a few picture frames from the wall. It sounded less like a human chuckle and more like the sound of raw power finding its voice.
Absolutely amazing chapter!! This final short paragraph is a masterpiece!! So thought provoking, so much promise... Thank you!! Pls pls don't keep us waiting for the next installment!!
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This is wonderful.... again. K+++++