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[JohnDoe1974]

I think the drug is great, unfortunately the story ends when it gets really interesting. please do a 2nd part. 

[El_Roy_1999]

I think the drug is great, unfortunately the story ends when it gets really interesting. please do a 2nd part. 

Thank you.
It's a bit difficult to go on from there: Is she literally going to, well, explode?
Which way do you think the story should continue?

[El_Roy_1999]

Do you like wrestling and feats of strength? I've just finished this story and there's a lot of that in it. Crazy, but intense. I hope you enjoy it!

The Snake's Triumph
Ana Payne is back, and she means business! She competes in the world's most intense bodybuilding/strength/wrestling championship! The best fighters, the most intense posing, the strangest challenges! All the craziness you'd expect from the best of the best!
This work of erotic fiction contains male and female muscle, feats of strength and wrestling. All characters are over 18 years old.


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The preview:

The tiny maid entered her Iron Queen’s room as she ate her breakfast. She bowed and said:

“Madam, we have prepared the gym for you.”

The statuesque musclewoman smiled benignly, having just finished a copious load of delicious protein. She got up, towering over the minuscule woman in every way. The maid looked up at the titanic muscle queen and shivered in delight. Ana acknowledged her faithful servant’s admiration and replied:

“Thank you. I’ll take my time to train. Have my bath prepared once I am done.”

“Certainly, Madam!”

The little woman curtsied and went to work clearing the table. Ana watched her for a second, then headed for the gym. It was in the back part of the mansion, a wonderful open room with large windows to the gardens, with a robust oak floor and the most powerful and challenging machines available. The walls that weren’t taken up by windows were covered in mirrors or racks of weights. As she stepped inside, she shot herself an admiring glance. She was almost ready for the Ms Olympia, having carefully sculpted her body into a divine masterpiece that would humiliate her opponents. She wouldn’t even call them rivals since that would mean that they even stood a chance. She had been dieting down lately, which had only mad her already magnificent body turn more impressive. Through some strange genetic quirk, she kept her breasts at their usual size, a feat which other competitors could only achieve with implants.

Even without them, her face was a symbol of triumphant divinity. While others in her line of work usually looked brutish or disfigured, she radiated sensuality. No wonder she was such a crowd-pleaser! The association that ran the contest insisted on having her on board, if only for the possibility to use her looks for promotion.

Ha! They were pathetic. For Ana, her genetics were one thing, but her true pride was in her stamina and will to succeed and her relentless honing of her skill. Sure, she had big muscles. Others had those too. But what really set her apart was her amazing flexibility and her skill on the mat.

She slipped out of her robe and smiled at her new workout clothes, which repeated her snake motif in purple and rose. It was a one-piece set whose elegant cut-outs showed more than they hid. She slipped into her training sneakers, and caught her ass-length hair, wrapping it into a rather large, tight bun. Then she quickly tied a matching bandana around her brow. It was a precaution she had taken up because of the sweat that tended to run into her eyes.

She warmed up quickly, stretched a little, then started her training.

Today was her favorite day: Arms!

 

She walked over to the rack where the maid and her helpers had already set up the dumbbells for her. Each one was 120 pounds of steel, easily the maid’s bodyweight. Ana grinned. It felt good to be this strong and in control. She took them both, walked over to the center of the room where the maid had spread out a robust mat, and started doing her reps.

Left, right, left, right … The dumbbells rose slowly. She focused on the correct tension of her muscles. At this point of her preparations, the big goal was to target her best parts as precisely as possible. She was fully aware that the other contestants were way below her level, but actually, her only true rival right now was herself.

Then again, maybe she should try and compete against the men … After all, she had defeated a few of them in the ring already, so outposing them should be easy. The thought made her smile.

She finished the first set, put the dumbbells down and admired her muscles. Her arms were not fully pumped yet, but they were close to her 17-inch max already. She could see the striations emerge already, the veins showing up under her silky skin.

The time to rest was already over.

Ana took up the weights again and got pumping. Up and down the dumbbells went. She deliberately slowed down the movement to make sure she could really feel it. It was painful, but also delicious. She gritted her teeth, but she felt herself get aroused from the challenge. The amazon continued her pumping, enjoying the precision and satisfaction of a job well done.

The set was over soon. She lowered the weights and ran a finger over her pumped biceps. The strain had made it swell. She lifted her arms and flexed them.

Nice, but not enough!

With a deep breath, she focused on her muscles and hit them again.

The rounded shape of her biceps rose through her skin and grew.

That was more like it. One more set, then she’d make the triceps suffer as well.

She wanted to pick up the weights again, but then, she grinned to herself and returned them to the rack.

With a certain anticipation, she picked the 150-pound dumbbells. That would be better …

 

She took up position again, feeling the mass of the weights in her hands. Alright. Once more, with feeling!

The musclewoman started pumping, her arms crying out in pain as she lifted the dumbbells with infinite slowness. This wasn’t just a challenge of her strength. It was all about willpower, about being able to withstand the tremendous pain that transforming her body meant. She gritted her teeth as the sweat erupted from her brow. It was amazing … She lifted the weight again, her muscles bulging brutally now. Oh yes …

The end of the set was closing in. She was struggling now, but she knew she could do it. She just had to do a few more … Moaning, she continued on, the bandana getting soaked. Still, she fought on. She was not one to give up that easily.

Thirteen … Fourteen … and … Fif … teen.

She breathed out sharply as she lowered the righthand weight.

The best bit was when the pain subsided. She put the dumbbells back and examined her muscles. Oh God. They were incredibly pumped. She licked her lips. Yes. That was more like it. She flexed her arms again and this time, the muscles erupted into ripped mountains of hard flesh.

She sighed happily. Wonderful.

Now on to the next bodypart. Triceps extensions.

Ana took the 125-pound dumbbells and grinned. She knew that her competitors at the Ms. Olympia maxed out at sixty to seventy pounds. They seemed so ridiculous. Truly, she shouldn’t participate in these shows anymore. The other women were just too weak.

She took up position again and started her routine. Her already overcharged muscles complained, but she didn’t hesitate, forcing them into growing.

Ana went at it slowly again. It had taken her a while to realize this, but the more controlled she did her exercises, the more she enjoyed them. Ages ago, when she started out, she had just wanted to get big fast, so she had loaded up on as much mass as possible and had just done everything to make her muscles suffer. It had worked, but not too well. Then, one day, she had decided to try a different approach. She switched to long, slow and controlled movements, and it was like a revelation. Suddenly, she felt an incredible lust as she struggled against the weights. Of course, the initially lower weights meant that her numbers didn’t look like much, but as she intensified her workouts and stuck to her routines, the payoff was tremendous.

Her muscles didn’t just get bigger … They got stronger and tighter at an incredible rate. A couple of years in, a group of researchers wanted to check on her development and they found that she outpaced people her size by far in muscle density and power. She knew then that she was on the right path.

Now, she lowered the weights behind her head gently, with discipline and control. Her muscles tightened and she felt the familiar strain. It made her lick her lips. As she went on, carefully progressing through her first set, she felt an incredible tension build up inside of her. She just loved this. It was a similar feeling to when a man she had defeated paid his tribute by giving himself to her. She was in control, she was powerful, her muscles tight and hard.

The first set was over and she sighed. Oh yes …

She barely could wait until the rest time was over, then she started on the second set.

One, two, three, four …

Slowly, she strained her muscles, forcing them to suffer for her growth. She thought of the competition, of the satisfaction of completely blowing away any opponents, of the look of humiliation in their eyes. At the same time, she carefully monitored her movements. She closed her eyes to get the sweat out of them, gritting her teeth against its bite.

Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen …

The weights got heavy in her hands now, the muscles were getting sore. She didn’t care. She had to get through this.

She reached the end of the second set, lowered the dumbbells down and wiped the sweat from her face. Good. One more round …

Ana took the time and enjoyed the pain in her arms fade away. Out of the blue, she examined the deep groves the training had left under her skin, running her fingers through them. God, she was a beast … The mere thought of her power made her horny.

She had to remind herself of the third set. Once again, she took the dumbbells up, her muscles protesting ever so slightly. It was to no avail. She was going to be the best, so she had to fight!

In her mind, she counted out the movements again. She slowed down, focusing on the intensity of the feeling. She was getting so horny …

Eight, nine, ten …

Oh yes …

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen …

Ooh …

She reached the end of the set and was drenched in sweat. She had to get this tension out of her. Soon!

 

Well, there was still a bit to do. She shook her arms to get some life back into them, then wiped herself down again, admiring her body in the mirrors. Her arms were so pumped now, she barely managed to take the whole mass in. Incredible …

She walked over to the parallel bars and said:

“Dips. That will be fun.”

Over time, her routine had become more complex and intense. The wrestling had given her great flexibility, and this, combined with her control of her muscles, made things possible she never even thought about. She wrapped a big leather belt around her trim, muscle-packed waist and hung a sixty pound-plate to it.

“Okay. Let’s do this!”

She jumped, caught the bars and pushed herself up. Now she was perched between the bars, the weight hanging between her legs pulling her down. She flexed her core hard, turning herself into a living strut of power. Then, using her intense control of her muscles, she slowly raised her body up, until it was horizontal. This was tough. She had to concentrate to keep her balance and to make sure she would not fall.

Then, slowly, she bent her arms down, lifting her legs up at the same time. Ana kept her balance, but it was obvious just how strenuous the whole exercise was. Her muscles jutted out, getting harder by the moment.

She rested for a tiny fraction of a moment, then went back up. This was the toughest part. Her arms screamed in pain, but she just went through with it. Up, up she went, until she was back in the horizontal position again.

The plate hanging from her waist was barely swinging.

She groaned and went back down, her body aching already.

After a set of five, she lowered herself back down and dropped on the mat. Her arms were pulsating from the intensity of the exercise.

She’d have to do something she really enjoyed next …

 

The long-legged musclewoman walked over to the big sandbags she kept there. Sure, she might make a mess, but that was what her servants were for, weren’t they? She used the bags to train her lifts and throws and they usually withstood the punishment she dealt out to them, but this time, the poor thing would have to suffer. She grinned and licked her lips.

With a lazy movement, she sat it up until it stood there, hard and heavy, at some two hundred pounds of sand in a heavy leather bag. Then she got in position and dashed at it, wrapping her pumped-up arms around it. She lifted it up and tossed it over herself, slamming it on the ground. She set it up again, and repeated the movement.

The exhilaration made her laugh. This was great! She loved this bit. It wasn’t much in the way of real strength training or muscle building, but it was a wonderful way to feel her power in action. And it just made her happy!

She tossed the bag around some more until she had worked up a good sweat, then she smirked and wrapped her arms around it again. She lifted it up with a grunt, locked her grip and squeezed.

Instantly, she felt her brutalized skin mash into the leather of the bag. She tightened her grip, the tension increasing. She could hear the sand rustle and shift around in the bag as she flexed her arms. Her biceps seemed to explode as they dug into the leather.

She breathed in sharply, making her chest spread out and her pecs bulge against it.

More, harder, stronger!

Ana slipped her hand forward just a little to make the ring of steel muscle even tighter. She could sense the bag getting to its limit as she forced more and more sand to its ends, the midsection getting very, very tight now. The leather was straining, so she hardened her muscles further and compacted her grip.

Then, it started to tear. She knew she almost had it, so she pushed herself on just a little more. She heard the leather groan, the seams of the bag pop and then, with one last extra flex, the thing burst like a balloon. The sand erupted from both ends, pieces of leather shot out and a fountain of sand ran down her legs and back, sticking to her sweaty muscles.

She grunted lustfully and dropped it, chuckling. The idea that she was able to do the same to a grown man amused her.

Ana wiped herself off and looked once more at the destruction she had caused. She was a goddess, alright.

A smile on her lips, she went to her next exercise.

 

Eventually, she was done. Her arms felt heavy and weak now, but it was just a matter of time. She would have a good bath now, then get a hard, satisfying massage to earn that last bit of growth she would need to humiliate those women, and then, she would enjoy an afternoon in peace and calm. Maybe with some light wrestling, but just for fun. She had made sure that her male personnel was qualified to pose a certain challenge. Of course, by now they were rather outmatched, but as far as the training went, they were good enough to keep on top.

She wiped herself down and reached for her robe, pulling it over her mighty body and quickly tying down the sash. The silk was smooth against her hard, carved body. Just then, there was a strange sound outside. She turned around and saw a masked man open the glass door to the garden. Far from being afraid, she was rather intrigued by what was going on.

Was this some kind of a joke?

The man stepped inside. Ana looked at him and sized him up. He was well-built, clearly strong and fast on his feet. He was also wearing a ski mask and a tight t-shirt and some track pants. Not her favorite choice of outfits in a man, but fine.

He stopped, faced her, hesitated and said:

“You’re Ana Payne, aren’t you?”

She almost burst out laughing. With the slightest of amusement in her voice, she replied:

“Who else do you think I could be?”

The answer took him aback and he got maybe a little overaggressive in his reaction:

“Don’t go to the Olympia! You’ve been warned. I will make you suffer!”

She chuckled.

“You? Seriously? What exactly do you think you are doing like this? Do you believe I will be intimidated by a little fuckhead like you?”

“I’m warning you! I will hurt you.”

“Listen, little man, I can offer you one thing: We wrestle. If I win, you piss off and never come here again. Should you win, which I doubt, I’ll not participate in the Olympia. That’s the best I can do for you.”

The man was clearly confused by the reaction. He was obviously used to being intimidating and this woman didn’t take him seriously. Reluctantly, he nodded. He had expected to just scare her away, but, hey, if she wanted to get hurt, he’d be happy to oblige.

With a superior smile, she undid the belt of her gown again and said:

“Last chance to back out, little man.”

He laughed at the idiotic provocation, but as she opened the robe and let it slide down her heavy shoulders, his laughter faded. He was now having second thoughts about his decision. Holy crap! This woman was built!

To his shock, she immediately fell into a wrestling stance, awaiting his attack. The man took a deep breath and charged.

 

Ana saw him come at her and stepped into his charge. The guy hadn’t expected this and she could see his expression change from confidence to panic. She slid down, slipping under his grasp and pushing herself off instantly. She switched around, slamming her shoulder into the man’s stomach and launching him over herself.

The man was tossed around and landed on his back. Despite his surprise, he instantly got back up again, but Ana had already caught him, wrapping her pumped arms around his waist. He was too surprised to do much and she used his moment of defenselessness to hit him with a German Supplex. The masked man was lifted up and crashed on the floor as she bent over backwards.

He was stunned for a moment, trying to get back on his feet. He struggled to get up, resting on all fours for a moment, rubbing his head with one hand.

Ana didn’t even flinch. Exploiting his confusion, she moved in on him, reaching under his belly and catching his far arm and leg. The man tried to get away from her, but the confusion made him slow and she pulled, her mighty arms swelling.

The man was flipped over abruptly, rolling on his back.

Without hesitation, she followed up, sitting on his midsection and pushing down on his shoulders.

The guy shouted:

“Whoa, you’re not holding back!”

She was about to pin him when he recovered, attempting to twist out of her grip. She pushed against his chest for a moment before realizing that this wasn’t the elegant way to solve this. Instead, she quickly released him. Without thinking, he stumbled right into her trap. He rolled on his face and scrambled away as fast as he could.

Ana went after him as he tried to get up, wrapped her arm around his and forced it back and upwards against the joint. The man screamed in pain as she applied the extra pressure almost breaking his shoulder. He tried to twist out of this, but she held him tight, giving him no space to escape. She was hot now. The training had made her horny and had brutalized her muscles. She should have been exhausted and weak, but the rush of adrenaline gave her the power to continue. He struggled against her, kicking awkwardly at her and trying to get away.

With a grunt, she flipped herself over, launching him over her and sending him against the gym’s door.

He landed on the floor with a bump and she was over him again, pinning him for good this time.

The man stared at her, then said:

“Okay, okay, I give up!”

She released him and got up.

“One down. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Bah. You got lucky. For this, I won’t let you off that easy! You’re staying here, and you can forget about the Olympia!”

Ana, invigorated by her triumph, just laughed.

“Yes, yes, sounds cute. Won’t work.”

She could see that the man was aroused. It was hard for him to deny. On the other hand, so was she. This guy was strong, he was flexible and she sincerely hoped that he looked okay under that mask. She got in position and said:

“Okay, show me.”

 

The man hesitated for a fraction of a second, then he started his approach. This time, he was careful. He had learned his lesson fast and now, he focused on getting the drop on her. He knew she had exhausted herself in training and her stance showed him that she was right-handed. He’d be able to exploit this, being ambidextrous himself.

To Ana’s surprise, the assailant went in and suddenly switched stances. It was just a small thing, but it confused her and he caught her off-guard. She tried to get away from him, but he dove in, getting his arm and shoulder under her crotch.

He pulled on her, took up the momentum and sent her flying into the door.

It burst open and she landed on the carpet outside. She rolled to break the fall, then, as he followed up on her, did a kip up. The guy closed in on her again, using his bulk and his weird inverted stance to keep her busy in the tight corridor.

One of the maids appeared, called by the noise and the crashes and asked fearfully:

“Madam, what is going on? Should we call security?”

Ana just laughed:

“No, Zina, everything is fine. I am just having a little fun with the young man here!”

The woman curtsied and replied:

“Very well!”

She retreated quickly, but stayed around at the corner of the corridor, with other members of the staff soon appearing to watch their boss fight.

Meanwhile, the man had managed to put Ana into a full nelson, trying to force her down. She grunted as she resisted his onslaught, then suddenly pushed herself off and literally ran up the wall of the corridor, twisting out of his grip.

She jumped from the wall and flew through the air, landing on his shoulders. The big man was surprised by the move and she tightened her legs around his neck. He instantly grabbed at her thighs and tried to force them apart. She flexed her muscles hard, squeezing his head until the bits she could see with the mask on turned a deep crimson. The man staggered around, trying to get her off by slamming her into the walls.

The spectators shouted encouragements at her and applauded.

Then the man suddenly switched his grip, letting her choke him for a moment, but holding her tight around the waist. He dropped on his back, forcing her to hit the ground first. Ana did her best to break the fall, but she was stunned for a moment.

The big man was on his feet in an instant. His face was obviously still red and he could still feel the marks of her thighs around his neck, but he could move again. He reached down, caught her legs and just threw her against the next wall.

She crashed against the wooden paneling, leaving a deep dent in it. The man was on her again without a moment to pause. She was dazed, her mind swimming. She tried to kick him away, but he pulled her to him, threw her on her chest and put her in a Boston crab. The musclewoman groaned, gritted her teeth and tried to get back out of his grip. He pulled her along, swiping her over the carpet. He growled:

“Do you give up? Do you? Come on!”

She did her best to get out, trying to get a grip on something to just escape his hold, but eventually, she gave up:

“Okay, okay. Let me go.”

He did and she could tell he was breathing heavily now. This round had seriously taken a lot out of him. On the other hand, she felt just as tired now and her arms were starting to hurt for good.

They got in position again in the corridor and the man said:

“Okay, this is the final round now. You can still give up!”

“Yeah, yeah. You wish! I will break you!”

 

The two fighters were sweaty, their bodies seemed to give off steam from the intensity of their fight. She looked at him closely, reading his movements.

Ana took a deep breath, her huge breasts raising and falling. She instantly saw the man interpreted this as a sign of exhaustion. Just as she had planned. He attacked her, pushing himself off the corridor wall and trying to exploit her weakness. Ana let him come, feigning that she was spent. Poor idiot. Anyone with half a mind would have seen that she was faking it, but that guy had little brains. He ran at her and tried to grab her, hoping for a quick finish.

Despite her limp stance, she instantly jumped aside and dodged his attack. For the fraction of a second, she could see a wave of understanding pass over his face. She caught his wrist, the poor fool still driven along by his charge. She lifted his hand up and pulled it up, suddenly turning her mighty body into his and leaning forward.

The muscleman found himself hoisted in the air, passing over her shoulder. Her tremendous energy made her muscles swell and she slammed him back first against the wooden paneling, his feet brushing against the ceiling of the corridor. He hung there for a moment, as if splashed against the wall, then she brought her arms down and smashed him down. The fighter managed to instinctively protect his head. Maybe he wasn’t as stupid as he looked.

Still, he found himself landing on the ground, confused and quite stunned.

Without wasting a breath, the musclewoman wrapped a long, mighty leg around his neck and knelt on his back with the other one. She caught his flailing leg and locked it. She twisted the attacker’s foot occasionally, making him scream in pain.

Every time he did that, she gleefully tensed her hamstrings and calf muscles, cutting off his cries.

To her surprise, the man still struggled. He grabbed her leg with his arms and tried to pull it away. She gloated:

“You don’t have enough yet? Do you really want me to hurt you?”

He flexed his arms and tried to free himself, so she just tightened her muscle mantrap around his neck. The poor guy was turning purple in no time.

“Come on. Give up …”

“Hrnk!”

“Was that a yes?”

“Hrrr!”

He was fighting, but he was going down. Very well, if he wanted it that way, Ana would provide. With perfect ease, she increased the pressure once more. She could hear the man’s bones grind and crack. She didn’t want to kill him, so she had to manage her strength. Not that she minded, but they had agreed on a contest, and she was a woman of her word.

The amazon held her grip for a moment more as he desperately clawed against her tough skin, then finally, the man collapsed. She waited for a moment to make sure this wasn’t some pathetic ruse, then released him. He landed numbly on the carpet.

Ana stood up, stretched her broad back and took a deep breath.

“That was actually a nice challenge. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Still, I’m quite curious who doesn’t want me to participate in the Olympia. Or at least who is desperate enough to send me a thug like that one.”

The maid appeared, handing her mistress a towel so she could wipe off the sweat of her majestic body. As the amazon returned it, she said:

“Call Inspector Damois and ask her to pick up this man. I’m sure she’ll be able to connect him to other crimes. He doesn’t look like a total amateur.”

Zina nodded and Ana added:

“Oh, and draw me a bath. I think I’m going to be done with my training for today.”

The short woman replied:

“It’s already prepared, madam. We began filling it when the fighting started.”

The musclewoman laughed and smiled at the tiny maid:

“Oh Zina, you know me so well …”

“It’s a pleasure, madam.”

Ana shot one last look at the attacker, then left to take her bath. She deserved it after that fight. Somehow, the Olympia had just gotten more interesting!

[El_Roy_1999]

Something more fantasy-like for a change.

The Queen and the Vessel
The great queen Kundayun, mistress of the world's greatest empire, has grown old and withered. As she senses her death approaching, she calls upon one of her many daughters to become her successor. Will Vess prove herself worthy of her mother's power? This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and power theft. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

It's available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1079759



And here's the preview:

In the halls of Kundayun, the Great Queen, under the great mosaic made of the shards of stones from the walls of cities she has taken, is resting. Oh, what wonders fill these halls! She brought down the mighty, the Kings of Donerdal, the Wind Lords of far Thurgay, the God-Chosen of Armodaen, even the Slaughtermaster of Uzamore, believed to be blessed by the Father of War himself, they all broke before her strength. Her amazons tore swathes of blood and skulls through the fields of Praeyn and marched over the ruins of the most ancient of empires. No one was able to resist her in her splendor, be they sons of gods, chosen of their people or picked by fate. Each and every foe fell before her mighty blade.

Now, see her as she sits on her throne. Tall was she once, muscular and kissed by the sun, riding hard on her horse and her men, her long black hair in the win. Her sword and spear were fast as lightning, taking lives without remorse. As she grew more powerful, she learned the ways of magic, consorting with powers unspeakable, taking their miracles and making them her own. The legend says that she grew more beautiful, stronger, irresistible. Suitors from far and wide tried to win her heart, but she never chose one for long, although it is said that she bore many daughters of the strongest, wisest and most powerful. And yet, each one willingly gave her the power she demanded.

These days are long gone now. She feels her age, even as the beasts and monsters she has made her own struggle to maintain her ageing body. All in court feel that her time is coming soon. Knives are being sharpened, sweet words are spoken to blunt her instinct.

Just now, again, the ambassador of Lingon, in his silk finery encrusted with emeralds, professed his country’s undying loyalty. The Queen suppressed a groan. Years ago, that man would not have dared to stand as he spoke to her. He would have groveled at her feet, hoping desperately that she would not skewer him on her spear just for fun before setting out to raze his city for the sheer impertinence of suggesting that it could be otherwise.

The Queen lifted an arm. It was slow and painful. She had far outlived her life span by now, and at last, her age was catching up. A grin flashed over the ambassador’s face. He hid it with a fan cut form slivers of jade. Her voice, once booming and powerful, was now cracking:

“Kundayun hears your proclamations and will … act accordingly. The ambassador will now retire.”

He bowed to her and walked away, at least having the courtesy of not turning his back to her. As the guards closed the door behind him, the Queen collapsed into her throne. The pain tore through her back and she struggled to get to her feet. Her consort, a beautiful young man with ivory skin, took her arm and assisted her.

She gave him a benign smile as he helped her to walk to her quarters.

“You are so sweet, Ayus. Thank you.”

She cursed herself for showing this weakness, but what could she do? It was the truth. She might still tower over him, but her strength had long since drained from her, her hair had gone white and the vigor had left her body. He walked her to her drawing room. Once there, he helped her out of her regalia, assisted by her maids. She sighed. Even this was now a chore for her. She remembered stalking the battlefield in full armor, easily running, jumping, even vaulting her enemies, and now she was barely able to walk, weighed down by nothing more than silk.

“Leave me now.”

The women all retreated. The consort waited, but she sent him away too. The time had come for her to pick a successor.

As soon as she was alone, she walked over to the large mirror she had taken from the Fortress of Master Sharang. Master … She chuckled. The old man had desperately clawed at her strong arm as she held him from the highest window of his tower. His spells and trickeries had failed him as had his demon guards. She mercilessly tossed him into the courtyard and his own bizarre monsters had devoured him as he tried to escape. The irony of her situation made her wince. Then she straightened herself painfully and decided that it would not hold her back.

“Silver of the Moon, Glass of the Sea, show that which I desire to me!”

The mirror fogged over and soon, the room was bathed in shadows. Around her, she could see shapes, humanoid, that danced, walked, rode, read, debated … Her daughters. They were young and old, strong and weak, tall and short. Her many conquests had yielded this offspring and she had a plenty of choice. Slowly, she drifted through the shadowy silhouettes, examining their way of moving, listening to the vague echoes of their voices. With sharp gestures, she cut them out one after the other. They dispersed into swirls of dusk.

At last, only one was left. The Queen laughed. This one? That was all that was left? Well, then she would have to be shaped into what she needed to be!

She groaned, dismissing the final shadow, then broke the mirror’s spell. With a flick of her hand, she cast a spell of calling and headed for the bedroom.

Soon, she was resting on the thick mattress of her four-poster bed. She almost despised herself for this luxury after years on campaign, sleeping in a tent or on the hard ground. Then again, maybe she did deserve it after all this.

Ayus’ head was between her legs, licking her, touching her, worshipping her. She moaned happily as he proved his worth. A wonderful servant he was.

With a smile she thought what it would be like to be … herself again. Soon …

 

“Vess! Veeess! Where are you?” The fat man groaned and mumbled a “blast that child!” before clapping his hand before his mouth. The last thing he needed after all these years was that some treacherous servant reported him losing his temper to the queen. He just had these last few days and then, at last, he would be free. Sometimes, he felt as if he could kick himself for his stupidity! He’d been greedy and in lust, and he had paid dearly for it. Then again, Vess was his daughter and he loved her dearly. He just would have preferred less weight on his shoulders ...

“Vess!” He turned to his secretary and growled: “Come on! Find her. Find her now! We have to get her ready to leave!”

The robed man bowed deep and ran off to gather the servants. Armagus Goldenhand, Archcommercant of Mynecia, rested his bulk against the railing of the balcony. Years ago, the armies of the Great Queen had marched on the city-state. Back then, he had been but a humble scribe in previous archcommercant’s offices. He had been so slim and elegant back then!

When he heard that the Queen’s host had set up camp by the marches, he had packed up a few friends of his and they had crossed the swampland that surrounded Mynecia. It had been curiosity mostly, but when they saw what monsters she had brought, they understood. No defense would be enough to hold back such an onslaught. Armagus directed his friends to the camp and asked for an audience. In what he still thought as his most brilliant move, he managed to convince the queen that he was the city’s delegate, and the archcommercant that he was hers. By the time both sides understood what he had done, he was the youngest archcommercant in the long history of the city and she was their liege.

She had stayed with him for a few months, before setting off with her armies to another land to conquer. Much later, one of her guards brought him Vess, then a pretty, if thin babe. He placed her in the care of his mother and the Sisterhood of the Bray. She was his daughter and enjoyed every amenity. As the years passed, Vess grew into a beautiful woman, fully-figured and happy, just as the people of Mynecia loved theirs. She soon weighed a good fifteen stone, and was her father’s pride and joy. Whatever wish she might have, he was glad to fulfill. After all, should the Queen require her, she should not find her gift to be wasted on Armagus.

However, Vess had lately grown headstrong. She was attracting the boys’ looks now, despite the traditional veils that the Bray-sisters forced on her. She fought him at every corner now and just as the worst was happening, the Queen’s summon came.

The fat man massaged his temples. Running a city full of scoundrels and thieves was easier than making his beloved child follow his instructions.

At last, the secretary returned, leading the girl towards him. His cheek was a deep red, the impression of her rings still visible. Armagus sighed.

“Finally. Why didn’t you come when called?”

Vess set her fists on her haunches. She was taller than him, having inherited her mother’s broad shoulders and strong frame. Her ample bosom was covered by a filigree of pearls and lapis lazuli, her dress was made of aquamarine silk and her chubby arms were wrapped in the traditional ivory bracers of the archcommercant’s companion. Her floor-length hair had been carefully arranged into the three fins of the Mynecian plebeians, a concession to the strange concession that all were equally at mercy of the sea.

“Father, you would just shout at me again! I saw Cariandus at the Pearl Market. It’s nothing and I won’t apologize!”

He came closer, looking up at her and trying to stare her down.

“I told you again and again that your mother would have me disemboweled if I dared let a man touch you!”

“Yes, yes, a hundred times! That’s all nice and everything, but what about me? Do I have to stay alone in the Virgins’ Court forever?”

His expression turned to a smile.

“No, you don’t. As a matter of fact, your mother has summoned you.”

“She has? Oh … Oh! Finally!”

The merchant prince hesitated. He had seen the Queen twenty years ago. She had occasionally sent one of her guards to check on Vess’ progress, and he had always been deeply intimidated by them. He loved his daughter dearly and he was unsure whether her mother had the best intentions for her …

In the end, he had no say in this. He was not the man to deny the Queen a wish.

“Yes … Prepare to travel. You will leave tomorrow!”

“Tomorrow? But I wanted to see …”

He cut her off.

“Nothing. You will go to your mother, and you will do whatever she requires of you.”

As Vess threw another tantrum, Armagus Goldenhand shook his head. This would probably end badly. He prayed silently to the Seven Fortunes that the Queen would spare his daughter.

The barge left the next morning for Kundayun. For four weeks, the eight-legged ammittar beasts drew the ship through the muddy waters of the Yurn. To Vess, this was an incredible experience. Never before had she left Mynecia other than to visit some aunt’s domain beyond the swamp. Now, every morning brought a new landscape to admire and new people to see. The Bray-sisters still hovered around her, their horned caps, grey robes and brass fans making it clear to any spectators that Vess was out of bounds to them. Still, it was wonderful to be out on the road for once.

She just hoped that her mother would be as marvelous as her teachers had made her seem. The most beautiful, the strongest, the wisest ruler of all of history!

Vess couldn’t wait to meet her.

[El_Roy_1999]

It's been a while, but I've written a piece in German again. It's a bit niche, muscle expansion by implants, but here's to exploring the genre's limits, don't you think?
An English translation is coming soon, I just need to get it in shape.

Grössenwahn
MinaModel und DaniHey! sind Influencerinnen. Ihr Körper ist ihr Kapital und so machen sie sich daran, sich selbst zu optimieren und zu perfektionieren. Klarerweise kommt es da zu einer gewissen Konkurrenz ...
This German-language erotic fiction contains female muscle expansion and breast expansion, as well as height growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

Read the whole thing here:

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1085876



And here's the sample:

"Hallo aus dem sonnigen Dubai, wo es immer warm und schön ist! Schön, dass ihr wieder da seid, bei MinaModel und DerMarvin! Heute haben wir etwas ganz besonders Tolles für euch ... Ihr wisst schon, ich habe mir ja meinen Bauch ein bisschen in Form bringen lassen, und heute ist es endlich soweit! Alles ist verheilt und ich bin sooo glücklich!"

Mina machte ein paar Schritte zurück. Sie hatte eine dünne weiße Leinenbluse an, durch die man ihre prallen Brüste sehen konnte. Die Dinger waren ihr ganzer Stolz gewesen, prachtvolle 800 Milliliter-Monster, schön rund und fake. Langsam und genüsslich knöpfte sie die Bluse auf und zeigte ihren Prachtbusen in ihrem Spitzen-BH.

Sie erreichte die Knöpfe darunter und ließ sich jetzt Zeit. Dann kamen ihre neuen Bauchmuskeln in Sicht. Der Chirurg hatte sich ordentlich ins Zeug gelegt. Das waren nicht einfach nur so peinliche acht Kästchen. Der Mann war wie ein Bildhauer! Er hatte jeden einzelnen Teil der Muskulatur fein herausdefiniert und geformt. Sie strich darüber. Die Unebenheit turnte sie an. Sie biss sich auf die prallen Lippen. "Geil, nicht?" Sie spannte ihren Bauch an und die Muskeln zogen sich zusammen. Gut, es war vor allem modelliertes Fett, aber es sah einfach umwerfend aus.

DerMarvin kam jetzt ins Bild, strich auch über ihre prachtvolle Taille und küsste dann ihr wunderbares Eight-Pack. Sie kicherte und rief: "Hu! Das kitzelt, Du Dummi!" Er grinste und blies gegen ihren schlanken, definierten Bauch, wodurch sie laut und glücklich aufschrie. Als sie sich beruhigt hatte, wandte sie sich an die Kamera: "Toll, nicht? Bei uns ist es ganz wunderbar sonnig und schön. Wenn ihr meinen Look nachshoppen wollt, findet ihr alles unten ... Und vergesst nicht zu abonnieren, weil wir haben noch lange nicht genug, nicht war, DerMarvin?" Er nickte und hob sie hoch, setzte sie auf seine Schultern und meinte: "So, jetzt gehen wir baden und zeigen Deinen geilen Bauch her!"

Die Kamera war auf den Autositz gerichtet und man konnte eine schlanke Brünette mit dicken, glänzenden Lippen und schlankem Hals sehen. "Hi! Ich bins, DaniHey! Schön, euch zu sehen! Bei uns am Golf ist jeden Tag Liebe, Spaß und Sonnenschein! Leute haben mich gefragt: DaniHey, was hältst Du von MinaModels Bauch? Puh, da kann ich nur sagen, Mädel, schön für Dich! Es freut mich, dass Du gesund und glücklich bist. Aber ich muss halt auch sagen ... Ist eh lieb. Ich will jetzt nicht sagen, dass MinaModel eine Nachmacherin ist, aber ich hatte ja schon meine Boobies, da war sie noch flach wie ein Brett! Klar, dass sie sich da gleich einmal zwei Megaeuter hat machen lassen. Und jetzt mit dem Bauch ... Six-Pack ist nicht genug, musste gleich ein Eight-Pack sein. Naja, meine liebe MinaModel, wenn Du glaubst, dass Du eine Chance gegen mich hast, hast Du Dich geschnitten. Ich bin gerade mit meinem Schatz King_Collin auf dem Weg zu Doktor Faris, und der macht uns so richtig geil defined, wenn Du verstehst, was ich meine ... Und, meine Liebste, dann wirst Du schön schauen ..." Die junge Frau hob eine Augenbraue und ließ ihre perlweißen, ebenmäßigen Zähne aufblitzen: "Meine Lieben, ich bin gleich da, und ich halte euch über meinen neuen Look auf dem Laufenden! Einfach abonnieren, und ihr seid die Ersten, die es erfahren!"

 

DaniHey erwachte langsam aus der Narkose. Sie war durstig, und ihr Kopf fühlte sich an, als wäre er in Wolle gepackt worden. So hatte sie sich zuletzt nach ihren Brustimplantaten gefühlt. Sie lächelte. Es schien sich ja alles ganz gut anzufühlen. Sie lag auf ihrem Bauch und wartete. Irgendwann war sie klar genug, um sich mal umzuschauen. Ihr wunderbarer Collin lag im Bett neben ihr und döste. Auch er lag auf dem Bauch und hatte mehrere Behälter von seinem Bett hängen, die irgendwelche Flüssigkeiten auffingen. Gute Sache ... Sie suchte die Klingel und drückte mal. Vielleicht konnte ihr die Schwester einen Schluck zu trinken geben und gleich auch sagen, ob alles gutgegangen war.

Nach wenigen Augenblicken kam die Schwester herein. Wie die meisten Damen hier im Haus war sie seltsam alterslos und geradezu plastikartig schön. Sie kam zu DaniHeys Bett hinüber und fragte: "Guten Tag. Wie geht es Ihnen? Haben Sie Schmerzen, ist Ihnen übel?" Die junge Frau schüttelte vorsichtig den Kopf. "Alles bestens. Ich bin nur ein wenig durstig." Die Schwester griff nach hinten zu einem Wägelchen und holte einen Becher mit lauwarmem Tee, den sie dem Model hinhielt. Sie schlürfte die Flüssigkeit vorsichtig und lächelte. "Aah ... Das war besser. Wie ist es denn gelaufen?" "Der Doktor war sehr zufrieden. Sie müssen sich jetzt beide noch ein wenig erholen, aber ich denke, morgen können Sie mal einen ersten Blick werfen." "Danke! Dann bin ich ja schon mal gespannt!"

 

MinaModel starrte auf ihr Handy. DerMarvin saß neben ihr auf dem Sofa, sein Arm über ihre Schultern, die Hand auf ihrer Titte.

"Heilige Scheiße ..."

Der junge Mann fragte:

"Kann ich auch mal sehen?" Sie drehte den Bildschirm ein bisschen und er stieß ein "Fuck ..." aus.

DaniHey und King_Collin standen nebeneinander, und ihre Beine waren der Hammer. Was auch immer da passiert war, das war einfach nicht mehr normal. Die beiden hatten Oberschenkel wie Eisschnelläufer, aber gleichzeitig brutalst definiert. Man konnte einzelne Muskelfasern unter der Haut sehen. Darunter kamen brutalste Waden, die ebenfalls unendlich klar entwickelt waren und aussahen, als hätte man sie aus Marmor gemeisselt.

Ehrlich gesagt sahen die beiden aus, als würden sie im Gym leben.

Dann kam der Höhepunkt. Die beiden lüpften ihre weiten Shirts gleichzeitig und man konnte ihre Hintern perfekt sehen.

DaniHei hatte einen roten String-Tanga an, und der verlor sich zwischen zwei ultra-definierten Arschbacken. Solche hatten die beiden Zuseher noch nie gesehen. Der Arsch war wirklich ein X aus Muskeln. Ein Blick rüber zu Collin ... Okay, das war echt kriminell. So ein Hintern würde einem Profibodybuilder Konkurrenz machen.

Mina merkte wie der Druck von Marvins Hand auf ihrer prallen Brust fester wurde. Sie schaffte es, sich kurz vom Handy zu lösen und sah seinen harten Ständer aus dem Augenwinkel.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

Da würden die beiden etwas tun müssen.

Sie musste zugeben, diese Muskeln turnten sie kräftig an. Sie leckte sich die Lippen. Wie mochte sich so ein Arsch anfühlen?

 

Dani war auf allen Vieren und Collin war direkt hinter ihr. Er rammte gerade seinen Ständer in ihre Muschi und grunzte glücklich. Seine kräftigen Hände lagen auf ihrem harten, ultra-knackigen Arsch. Er knetete die Implantate unter ihrer Haut und sie musste ächzen, als sie das spürte. Es war einfach unglaublich. Sie war vorher schon extrem geil gewesen, aber jetzt war es endgültig um sie geschehen.

Die Rekonvaleszenz war unerträglich lang gewesen, aber der Arzt hatte ihnen endlich das Okay gegeben, und jetzt konnten sie ihre neuen Muskeln so richtig genießen. Sie konnte gar nicht genug kriegen. Der Typ war ein verdammtes Genie. Unter ihrer samtig weichen Haut spürte sie die harten, festen Silikonformen, die auf ihren Muskeln lagen. Die dünne Fettschicht, die er gelassen hatte, war wirklich nur als Dämpfer da. Sie griff zwischen ihren muskulösen Beinen nach hinten. Ehrlich gesagt war das ein unglaubliches Gefühl. Sie strich gegen ihre künstliche Oberschenkelmuskulatur und das allein ließ sie wieder fast die Besinnung verlieren. Hinter ihr steigerte sich Marvins Rhythmus noch weiter.

Ihren Freund so zu sehen, mit seinen Superbeinen ... Das war schon was. Er war ja vorher recht fit und ansehnlich gewesen, aber jetzt sah er göttlich aus, wie einer, der noch nie einen Beintag ausgelassen hatte. Und posieren konnte er ... Göttlich.

Sie musste sich da ein paar Moves abschauen. Da ging noch was.

Der Doktor hatte ihnen ja erklärt, dass diese Spezialformen tatsächlich nahezu echte Flexes erlaubten. Es stimmte wirklich. Als sie das erste Mal nach der OP ihre Lieblingsheels angezogen hatte, waren ihre Waden zu diamantenförmigen Killerformen angewachsen.

Das war auch ein Moment gewesen.

Sie reckte ihren Muskelarsch nach oben und ließ Marvin tief in sie rein.

Ja ...

Jaaa ...

Sie waren so geil ...

 

Mina sah von ihrem Handy auf. Die Chirurgin lächelte freundlich. Seit sie mit der Influencerin zusammenarbeitete, hatte sie wirklich gute Geschäfte gemacht, und egal, welche Idee die junge Frau mitbrachte, es endete immer mit höheren Umsätzen. "Und was haben Sie sich gedacht?"

„Naja, schauen Sie mal.“

Sie zeigte der Ärztin die aktuelle Bilderstrecke von DaniHey. Die junge Frau spielte Beachvolleyball mit ihren Freundinnen, und ihre hypermuskulösen Beine und ihr Ultra-Knackarsch waren perfekt in Szene gesetzt.

„Sie sieht sehr sportlich aus.“

„Das ist es ja gerade! Das ist alles fake! Schauen Sie!“

Sie wischte am Telefon herum und man konnte die Serie der Fotos nach der OP sehen. Die Ärztin nickte. Das war schon sehr gut gemacht.

„Und Sie wollen das auch?“

„Also auch ist definitiv zu wenig, nicht wahr, mein Schatz?“

Der junge Mann neben ihr, dem die Ärztin die Bauchmuskeln modelliert hatte, nickte.

„Da gehört definitiv mehr gemacht.“

„Mhm. Was genau?“

Die junge Frau zögerte, dann meinte sie:

„Na, alles? Ich hätte gerne bessere Beine als sie, einen knackigeren Arsch, einen tollen Rücken, Schultern, Arme. Alles!“

Der junge Mann lächelte und nickte zustimmend:

„Ich auch.“

Die Chirurgin zögerte. Sie war da keine Expertin, und das war schon eine ziemlich heftige Operation.

„Ich werde mit einer Freundin reden. Sie macht solche Sachen eher und ich denke, ich könnte ihr assistieren.“

Das Paar lächelte, ihre weißen Zähne blitzten auf.

„Wunderbar!“

Mina meinte dann noch:

„Wo wir jetzt schon da sind, können Sie noch meine Lippen und mein Botox machen?“

„Klar doch, das erledigen wir gleich.“

 

„Wow, das fühlt sich echt komisch an.“ Marvin machte ein paar zögerliche Schritte.

Mina grinste:

„Na kein Wunder, Schatz, immerhin hast Du in ein paar Stunden fast zehn Kilo zugelegt!“

Sie sah ihm zu, wie er durch das Krankenzimmer ging, ihre Augen auf seinen Rücken und seinen Hintern geheftet. Mann, sah der gut aus! Die Ärztin meinte:

„Das ist richtig. Sie werden sich noch ein wenig gewöhnen müssen, und es braucht sicher noch drei bis vier Wochen, bis alles verheilt und abgeschwollen ist. Aber dann sollte es, na sagen wir mal, schlüssig aussehen.“

Marvin drehte sich zu seiner Freundin hinüber. Fuck … Diese Implantate hatten sie echt auf einen neuen Level gehoben. Irgendwie konnte er immer noch nicht glauben, dass sowas möglich war. Sie stand da und sah ihn konzentriert an. Insgesamt wirkte sie einfach entspannt, aber ihre Muskulatur sagte etwas ganz anderes. Die Chirurgin hatte wahre Wunder an ihr vollbracht. Sie hatte an ihrem gesamten Körper das Fett abgesaugt und die Implantate über ihren Muskeln eingesetzt. Die Stücke waren definitiv groß genug, um ihr einen gewissen Bodybuilderinnen-Stil zu geben. Minas Schultern waren prall und definiert. Sie gaben ihr eine breitere Statur, wodurch ihre Arme jetzt ganz entspannt herunterhingen. Diese sahen allerdings definitiv massiver aus. Ihre Bizepse waren jetzt merklich größer und er konnte die in die Implantate modellierte Definition perfekt sehen. Dasselbe galt für ihre Trizepse und ihre Unterarme. Ehrlich gesagt sah sie aus, als würde sie im Fitnessstudio leben.

Die Chirurgin war ja noch weiter gegangen. Sie hatte Minas Rücken ebenfalls mit Implantaten verschönert und ihre Brustimplantate herausgenommen, um sie durch ein neues Set zu ersetzen. Die neuen Teile waren zwar so groß wie die alten, aber sie inkludierten auch nachmodellierte Brustmuskeln. Der Look war exotisch, aber auch heftig.

Dazu kamen noch ihre massiven Beine und ihr praller Fake-Muskelarsch. Ihre Haut war ziemlich gespannt über diesen ganzen Verbesserungen, und es war einfach unglaublich, sie anzusehen.

Er war allerdings auch nicht von schlechten Eltern. Klar spürte er das Gewicht, das ihm die Ärztin eingepflanzt hatte, aber er sah jetzt ja auch aus wie ein Koloss. Es war echt beeindruckend. Er fragte sich, wie geil das erst werden würde, wenn alles fertig war.

Die Ärztin ergänzte:

„Sie müssen ab jetzt unbedingt ihre Haut täglich pflegen. Sie bekommen eine spezielle Salbe von unserer Assistentin beim Eingang. Diese ist absolut wichtig. Gut einmassieren, schön einwirken lassen. Und jeden Tag, verstanden?“

Die beiden Muskelleute nickten.

„Und wie besprochen: Achten Sie auf ihr Gewicht. Durch die Fettabsaugung kann ihr Körper das Fett nur in weniger Zellen einlagern und die wachsen dann dementsprechend stärker. Das kann komisch aussehen und schädlich für ihre Organe sein. Daher halten Sie sich bitte an die Diät, die ich ihnen aufgeschrieben habe.“

Dani nickte:

„Für mich ist das sowieso selbstverständlich. Wie schaut’s bei Dir aus, Marvin?“

„Kein Problem! Mann, ich schaue schon sehr geil aus!“

Die Ärztin konnte nicht umhin zu nicken. Die beiden waren zwar offensichtlich irre, aber der Look war der Hammer!

[El_Roy_1999]

As promised, here's the English version of the previously released story. It involves the rarely explored concept of muscle implants which might be interesting ...

Megalomania
MinaModel und DaniHey! are influencers. Their bodies are their business and so they work hard to perfect themselves. Of course, there's a bit of competition ...
This erotic fiction contains female muscle expansion and breast expansion, as well as height growth. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1087026



And a preview:

"Hello from sunny Dubai, where it's always warm and beautiful! It's nice to have you back with MinaModel and TheMarvin! Today we have something very special for you ... You know, I got my stomach shaped up a bit, and today the time has finally come! Everything has healed and I'm sooo happy!“

Mina took a few steps back. She was wearing a thin white linen blouse through which the audience could see her plump breasts. These things were her pride and joy, magnificent 800 milliliter monsters, beautifully round and fake. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly and with gusto and showed her magnificent breasts in her lace bra.

She reached the buttons underneath and now took her time. Then her new abs came into view. The surgeon had really worked hard. It wasn't just eight embarrassing boxes. The man was like a sculptor! He had finely defined and shaped every single part of the musculature. She stroked it. The bumpiness turned her on. She bit her plump lip.

"Great, isn't it?"

She tensed her stomach and the muscles contracted. Okay, it was mostly modeled fat, but it looked just gorgeous.

TheMarvin came into view now, stroked her magnificent waist and then kissed her wonderful eight-pack. She giggled and shouted:

"Whoa! That tickles, you dumbass!"

He grinned and blew against her slim, well-defined stomach, making her scream loudly and happily. When she had calmed down, she turned to the camera:

"Great, isn't it? It's wonderfully sunny and beautiful here with us. If you want to shop for my look, you'll find everything below ... And don't forget to subscribe, because we still got a long way to go, don’t we, TheMarvin?"

He nodded and picked her up, put her on his shoulders and said:

"So, now let's go swimming and show off your hot belly!"

 

The camera was pointed at the car seat and the audience could see a slender brunette with thick, glossy lips and a slim neck.

"Hi! It's me, DaniHey! It's good to see you! Here at the Gulf there is love, fun and sunshine every day! People have asked me: DaniHey, what do you think of MinaModels belly? Phew, I can only say, girl, nice for you! I'm happy that you are healthy and happy. But I also have to say ... It's nice anyway. I don't want to say that MinaModel is a copycat, but I already had my boobies done when she was still flat as a board! Of course, she had two mega-udders made for her. And about her stomach ... Having a six-pack was not enough, it had to be an eight-pack. Well, my dear MinaModel, if you think you have a chance against me, you're way out of line. I'm on my way to see Doctor Faris with my sweetheart King_Collin, and he’s gonna makes us really defined, if you know what I mean ... And then, my dearest, you’ll be blown away ..."

The young woman raised an eyebrow and let her pearly white, perfectly even teeth flash:

"My darlings, we’ve almost arrived and I'll keep you updated on my new look! Just subscribe and you'll be the first to know!”

 

DaniHey slowly woke up from the anesthetic. She was thirsty and her head felt like it had been wrapped in wool. This was how she had last felt after her breast implants. She smiled. It all seemed pretty good. She lay on her stomach and waited. Eventually, her mind cleared up enough to take a look around. Her wonderful Collin lay next to her in bed and dozed. He, too, was lying on his stomach and had several bottles hanging from his bed to catch any liquids. Excellent ...

She found the alarm and pressed it. Perhaps the nurse could give her a drink and tell her right away whether everything had gone well. After a few moments, the sister came in. Like most of the women in the house, she was strangely ageless and downright plasticky beautiful.

She came over to DaniHey's bed and asked, "Hello. How are you? Are you in pain, are you sick?"

The young woman carefully shook her head.

"Everything's fine. I'm just a little thirsty."

The nurse reached back to a cart and got a mug of warm tea, which she held out to the model. She sipped the liquid carefully and smiled.

"Aah ... That’s better. How did it go?"

"The doctor was very satisfied. You both need to recover a little now, but I think you can take a first look tomorrow."

"Thank you! Then I'm already excited!"

 

MinaModel stared at her cell phone. TheMarvin was sitting next to her on the sofa, his arm over her shoulders, his hand on her boob.

"Holy shit ..."

The young man asked:

"Can I take a look?"

She turned the screen a bit and he let out a "Fuck ...".

DaniHey and King_Collin stood side by side, and their legs were awesome. Whatever had happened there was just no longer normal. The pair had thighs like speed skaters, but brutally defined at the same time. You could see individual muscle fibers under the skin. Below them were the most brutal calves, which were also infinitely ripped and looked as if they had been carved out of marble.

Honestly, the two looked like they lived at the gym.

Then came the climax. The two lifted their wide shirts at the same time and the spectators could see their butts perfectly. DaniHei was wearing a red thong, and it was lost between two ultra-defined ass cheeks. The two viewers had never seen anything like this before. The ass was really an X made of muscles. One look over at Collin ... Okay, that was incredible. A butt like that would make a professional bodybuilder look soft.

Mina felt the pressure of Marvin's hand tighten on her taut chest. She managed to break away from the cell phone for a moment and saw his hard boner out of the corner of her eye.

Okay.

Okay.

Fuck.

They would have to do something.

She had to admit that these muscles turned her on. She licked her lips. How did an ass like that feel?

 

Dani was on all fours and Collin was right behind her. He was just ramming his boner into her pussy and grunted happily. His strong hands were on her hard, ultra-firm ass. He kneaded the implants under her skin and she groaned when she felt it. It was just amazing. She had been extremely horny before, but now it was finally too much for her.

The recovery had been excruciatingly long, but the doctor had finally given them the okay, and now they could really enjoy their new muscles. She just couldn't get enough. The guy was a bloody genius. Under her velvety soft skin, she felt the hard, firm silicone forms that lay on her muscles. The thin layer of fat he had left was really only there as an extra. She reached back between her muscular legs. To be honest, it was an incredible feeling. She stroked her artificial thigh muscles and that alone almost made her go crazy again. Behind her, Marvin's rhythm picked up even more.

To see her boyfriend like that, with his great legs ... That was something. He had been quite fit and handsome before, but now he looked divine, like someone who had never skipped leg day. And he could pose ... like a god.

She had to learn a few moves from him. There was still room for more.

The doctor had explained to them that these special shapes actually allowed almost real flexes. It was really true. When she first put on her favorite heels after surgery, her calves had grown into diamond-shaped killer shapes.

That had been one of these moments too. She pointed her muscle ass up and let Marvin deep inside her.

Yes ...

Yes ...

She was so sexy ...

 

Mina looked up from her cell phone. The surgeon smiled pleasantly. She had done really good business since working with the influencer, and no matter what idea the young woman brought to her, it always ended in higher sales. "And what did you think of?"

"Well, take a look."

She showed the doctor the current series of pictures by DaniHey. The young woman was playing beach volleyball with her friends, and her hyper-muscular legs and ultra-cracking ass were perfectly staged.

"She looks very sporty."

"That's just it! This is all fake! Look! "

She swiped around on the phone and you could see the series of photos after the operation. The doctor nodded. That was very well done.

"And you want that too?"

"Nah. ‘That too’ is too little, isn’t it, dear?”

The young man next to her, whose abdominal muscles the doctor had modeled, nodded.

"There definitely should be more."

"Mhm. What exactly?"

The young woman hesitated, then said:

"Well, all of it? I would like better legs than her, a firm ass, a great back, shoulders, arms. Everything!"

The young man smiled and nodded in agreement:

"Me too."

The surgeon hesitated. She wasn't an expert on that, and that was quite a major operation.

“I'm going to talk to a friend. She's more likely to do things like that and I think I could assist her."

The couple smiled, their white teeth flashing.

"Wonderful!"

Mina then said:

"Now that we are here, can you still do my lips and my botox?"

"Sure, we'll do that in a moment."

 

"Wow, that feels really weird."

Marvin took a few hesitant steps.

Mina grinned:

"No wonder, honey, after all you have put on almost twenty pounds in a few hours!"

She watched him walk across the hospital room, her eyes fixed on his back and bum. Man, that looked good!

The doctor said:

"That's right. You will need to get used to it a little, and it will certainly take another three to four weeks for everything to heal and for the swelling to go down. But then it should look, let's say, realistic."

Marvin turned to his girlfriend. Fuck ... Those implants really took them to a new level. Somehow, he still couldn't believe that something like that was possible. She stood there and looked at him intently. Overall, she just seemed relaxed, but her muscles said something completely different. The surgeon had worked miracles on her. She had sucked the fat all over her body and put the implants over her muscles.

The pieces were definitely big enough to give her a certain bodybuilding style. Mina's shoulders were firm and defined. They gave her a wider stature, so her arms were now hanging down very relaxed. They definitely looked more massive. Her biceps were noticeably larger now and he could see perfectly the definition molded into the implants. The same was true of her triceps and forearms. In all honesty, she looked like she was at the gym all the time.

The surgeon had gone further. She had also embellished Mina's back with implants and removed her breast implants to replace them with a new set. The new parts were as big as the old ones, but they also included re-modeled pectoral muscles. The look was exotic, but also intense.

In addition, there were her massive legs and her plump fake muscle ass. Her skin was quite stretched about all of these improvements and it was just amazing to look at.

He wasn't looking bad either, though. He clearly felt the weight that the doctor had implanted in him, but now he also looked like a demigod. It was really impressive. He wondered how cool it would be when everything was ready.

The doctor added:

“From now on, you absolutely have to take care of your skin every day. You will receive a special cream from our assistant at the entrance. This is absolutely important. Massage it into your skin well, let it work. Every day, got it?"

The two musclepeople nodded.

“And don’t forget: watch your weight. With liposuction, your body can only store the fat in fewer cells and these then grow correspondingly larger. It can look weird and it can be harmful to your organs. Please stick to the diet that I wrote down for you."

Dani nodded:

“That’s no problem for me. I’m used to it! How about you, Marvin?”

"No problem! Man, I look way too cool!"

The doctor couldn't help but nod. The two were obviously crazy, but the look was awesome!

[El_Roy_1999]

I wrote another story!

The Sentence
After a drug-fueled murder, Nathalie is offered the option to do a special, experimental therapy. It turns out that the doctor who developed the treatment has a secret extra agenda ... This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth. All characters are at least 18 years old.

You can get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1088397




And here's the preview:

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

Sondern laßt uns angenehmere

anstimmen und freudenvollere.

 

Nathalie saw the guy’s face shift and melt. It was terrifying. He shrieked and growled, his voice dropping and shrilling alternately. The cloudy wave on her mind was breaking, the ache in her head was returning. The man’s eyes swelled in his head, his pupils almost engulfing her. She howled in pain and fear, pushing against him. The man struggled against her, he stumbled and fell.

She could smell it.

He had it with him. It was right there, in his pocket. Why wouldn’t he give it to her? She had paid him, hadn’t she? The fucker had agreed to it!

Even as she tried to cling to this thought, her mind clouded again, returning to the brutal, hammering pain in her head. Her fingers felt as if they were swelling up, her heavy body was growing, blowing up as if filled with gas. The tingle of pain changed into a razor wire scrape.

The man crawled away, his leg standing off at a weird angle. Voices howled in the background as she stumbled towards him. She fell, dropping on his leg. The man screamed out of the back of his molten head, some strange liquid foaming from his ears or eyes or whatever these were.

“Give it to me! I … I paid! I p-p-paid!”

She pulled at him, her fingers ripping into his skin. The man pushed her back, slapping his hands in her face, so she bit him. Salivating, she reached forward, grabbing a hold of his head. She pulled it up and smashed it back down. There was a warm smell in the air now as greenish-red numbers floated past. The pain was dancing on her hands now, little crumbs flowed over her numbed fingers.

The man tried to get her off him, but he was getting weaker. He attempted to knee her in her belly, but she held him off, then fell on his face. He struggled, but she held him against her swollen gut. She could feel his bites and scratches, but next to the droning sound in her mind and the drilling feeling in her bones, it was nothing.

Finally, he stopped moving.

She grunted happily, the sudden ecstasy of getting her patch flowing in.

Nathalie sank her hand into his pocket and found the row of patches. With a satisfied moan, she pulled down her pants and stuck it on her thigh. Then she relaxed and fell asleep.

 

The public defender sighed. Another one. Lately, all his cases were the same. Before some asshole had introduced that Lacplus stuff, he’d had burglaries, robberies, some dealing and the occasional white-collar crime. Now that the patches were all the rage, he had to deal with the fallout, as did the courts. No-one was happy about this. The guard buzzed him in and he looked at his client. Of course. It was always the same. A fellow student of his had managed to only be called on prostitutes and porn girls. Apparently, that was more fun.

The bloated woman was sitting in the room, her jowls hanging and her flabby chin covering her neck. Her skin was covered in scabs and acne and her fingers looked worn out and grey. The fingernails were broken and torn. Her matted hair stuck to her face and her eyes were empty.

“Hello. My name’s Mike Harper, but you can call me Harp. Everybody does that.”

The woman took a moment to notice him, her face turning slowly towards him. Her look was obviously confused. Did she even know where she was?

“You’re Nathalie Teech, is that correct?”

She nodded vaguely.

“Good … Okay, now listen carefully. You’re up for 15 years or even life. You did kill that guy after all. We’re going to plead guilty, but I’ve got an offer for a special rehabilitation program that should help you. If you complete the course, you could be out in five years, if you can prove that you are clean and are willing to give back to society. How does that sound?”

Her head bobbed again. Was she asleep? He waved his hand in front of her, but she grabbed it by the wrist. It was a strange sensation. There was so much blobbish fat to it that it felt all soft and sweaty, but there was the raw, uncontrolled strength of the addiction behind it too.

Her voice was a gargle:

“Okay … I take it. Just get me out of here.”

She released him and he massaged his wrist. Ow. He hated his job.

 

The judge heard the jury’s verdict and said:

“Very well then. The program sounds like a good idea. Ms. Teech, you have been found guilty on all counts and you are sentenced to fifteen years in jail unless you complete the program at the Juvenal rehabilitation facility within five years. In this case, you will be released and the rest of your sentence will be dropped.”

There was some paperwork, then the court usher told everybody to get back up and the judge left. Nathalie was led outside and loaded into a bus, then brought back to jail.

A few days later, she was transferred to the rehabilitation facility. It was far inland, amidst green hills and beautiful forests. The drive took forever. The two guards in the car were relaxed. After a very intense phase of going cold turkey, Nathalie was calm, almost apathic. She just hung in the seat belt, her heavy head resting on her wide bosom. She was still wearing the sack-like orange suit the correctional facility had given her, and there was a spot of drool on its breast.

When the car stopped, she was jerked awake roughly. Two broad-shouldered men in orderlies’ uniforms pulled her from the car, some papers were signed, and she was led inside. Soon enough, she found herself in a nice, bright pavilion, with large windows and a beautiful view of the facility’s gardens. Slowly, her mind started to ease. Maybe this would work …

A man in his early fifties came in. He was slim and fit, with full dark hair, that only was white at the temples. He had a friendly, caring expression and sat down next to her. A nurse set down a tray with plastic cups down with them.

The man waited for Nathalie to drink, then said:

“Welcome to Juvenal, Ms. Teech. I’m Doctor Taylor. I’ll be directing your treatment and make sure you’ll recover.” He waved at the nurse. “This is Nurse Stanley. She will go through the registration process with you afterwards, but I want to explain my concept to you first.”

Nathalie grumbled indistinctly. The doctor smiled:

“You see, I believe in a healthy mind in a healthy body, and I have found that this has seriously helped the recovery of my patients. Through a combination of behavioral therapy and positive reinforcement, I have managed to improve the health and outlook of our guests here. I am certain that you will benefit from this in every way. So … Are you willing to change your life?”

Nathalie looked at him with glassy eyes. She groaned:

“Maybe.”

Then she returned to her catatonic state.

Doctor Taylor nodded and had the nurse and the orderlies bring her to her room. This one had every potential for his preferential treatment. He was giddy with excitement!

[taoschild]

I wish I could translate my books into a foreign language. Roy, you are quite the talented guy.
Here is my latest work, The Reluctant Domme: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B093TCKV2Q

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My fingers ran up across the newly risen bricks of my abdominals before slowly tracing the deep line down the middle. “More,” he insisted as his tongue swept his lips seductively, his watchful eyes vigilant. My fingers spread, gliding across the arching slope of my chest. He devoured my performance as if he was ravenous. Suddenly there was only him. The restaurant became a blur as if the heavy fog of his need for my muscles swept everything else away. This show was for him. I was for him. My downcast eyes watched his legs cross, his excitement surge in his pants. He was lost in me as well. I cooed suggestively, playing the feeling up further for him. His excessive desire caused my heart to skip a beat. The cadence of our shallow halting breathing met in harmony. I needed him. Badly.
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A revealing evening shows Dani her unquenchable urges to submit to her husband’s wishes. Jack holds parallel desires in the bedroom with a fetish for strong, dominating, muscular women. Seeking to please him, Dani undergoes a journey to become the woman of Jack’s fantasies with bondage and role-play as guides. Can they work out their competing needs to reach the sexual fulfillment they both so desperately crave?

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you!

[El_Roy_1999]

As most of you might know, I've been publishing the story Butch x Bimbo for a while now.

I have collected parts 1-90 in one file. If you want all this in one file and if you want to support us, why not head over to smashwords and pay what you want!

We'd be very happy for your help!

Here's the link:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1093711

[El_Roy_1999]

A new breast expansion story

Upside Down
When Penny moves into her new place, she finds out that her neighbor is that grumpy old teacher that was so awful to her. However, she finds out that the woman has changed unexpectedly. She has somehow acquired very big tits! Time to investigate ...
This erotic fiction contains breast and butt expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1094974



And the preview:
The place was a mess. There were brown boxes everywhere, and although Penny had really tried to put everything in some kind of order, it had all broken down once the delivery guys had appeared. They had quickly loaded her boxes into their truck and had disappeared. When she managed to catch up to them at her new place, they had just dumped all the stuff in the house’s front yard and left. Sure, the area wasn’t a nice place to live, with the houses being even cheaper than renting an apartment close to the university, but Penny didn’t think it would be so bad …

While she gave them a bad rating, Penny sat down on one of the bigger boxes. She just hoped they were clothes and not something that would break down from her weight.

So far, so good. Well, actually, so far, so bad. She had to get those boxes inside, and quick too. After all, it was supposed to rain later on. With a sigh, she decided to ask her new neighbors. Maybe someone would help her.

Crestfallen, she walked over to the next house and rang. No answer. There was someone inside, but the person wasn’t reacting. She tried again, maybe the one in the house didn’t hear the bell.

There were steps now. Penny tried to explain what was going on, but before she could really start, a rather old-sounding female voice growled:

“Go away.”

Penny tried again, hoping for some kind of help, but the second reply was even harsher:

“Leave, now! I want to be left alone!”

“Okay, okay …” Penny shrugged and left. Now that was a weird reaction. Grumpy and angry. She seemed to recognize the voice, though. Had she heard it before? She couldn’t put her finger on it.

With a groan, she walked over to the next house and tried her luck. The rather stoned looking guy who opened nodded and replied:

“Yeah, sure. I’m just gonna fetch my hand truck and I’ll get that stuff inside in no time.”

“Wow! That’s so nice of you. I’m Penny, by the way!”

“Luke. Nice to have you here.”

“I gotta admit, I was panicking. The old woman next door was really aggressive.”

“Oh yes. She’s really bad. All angry, all the time. She only goes out in the evening, when it’s dark and she’s always all covered up and if you even try to say hello, she snaps at you. Sorry that you’re stuck with her as a neighbor.”

“So are you.”

“Uh-huh. Come to think of it …”

Regardless of all the problems, Luke helped her with the boxes and soon, Penny got her things into safety. Moments later, the clouds burst and the yard was thoroughly soaked. She breathed in relief and said:

“Wow, you really saved me there …”

Luke nodded and wanted to answer, but his phone went off, producing deep, sexy moans. He instantly turned crimson and fumbled with it.

“Fuuuck … Uh, let me take that call!”

He stumbled outside, leaving a tired and confused Penny with her boxes.

 

As if there weren’t enough boxes already, Penny got a notification when she returned home. She had settled in the new place quite well, and even though there were still a few bits and bobs to fix, she was starting to feel at home. One thing she did want, though, were lamps. It was a now or never situation. If she didn’t get the lamps right at the start, it wouldn’t happen. In her last place, she had moved in, stayed a year and left, without any lamps ever fixed.

Now she was going to start studying, and she knew she wouldn’t manage.

She had ordered the fancy sweet lamps she wanted and apparently, they had arrived, but the delivery guy had dropped them off with that horrible woman. She groaned and massaged her temples. In the last week, she had met the other people from around, but that woman had stayed indoors and evaded her whenever she could. For Penny, this was basically okay. She didn’t need that woman in her life.

But now, she did want those lamps.

Penny walked over to the other house and rang.

“Go away!”

“I can’t. You have my lamps.”

“Your lamps?”

“They came in a box. Can I have them?”

“The box … Uh … I … Not now.”

“Not now? They’re my lamps. I ordered them and you accepted them.”

“I just …”

Was there a hint of doubt, even fear, in the woman’s voice? Penny’s eyes narrowed. She knew that woman. She knew that voice …

Oh fuck.

“Mrs. Jenkins?”

There was a pause on the other side of the door. The young woman continued:

“Mrs. Jenkins, it’s me, Penny! I was in your class … ten years ago?”

Strangely, Penny was happy to know that her teacher was there, even though she hadn’t liked her at all while in school. Mrs. Jenkins had been very, very strict, even downright cruel in her work, but such things disappeared after a while, she realized.

The woman inside seemed to pause. Then there was a sigh:

“Okay, come on in and get your box. I just …” The old woman harrumphed. “Just make it quick!”

The door was opened with a lot of clicking and clacking of locks and bolts, then it swung open. Mrs. Jenkins stood there, her long grey hair in a bun and her face looking even older than when Penny was a kid. The worst part was the nose, really. It was very big and crooked, like a witches’. To Penny, she had always seemed very ugly, but when she looked at the class photos afterwards, she realized that this woman actually had a nice figure. Not that she was in any way into women, it was just …

She was going to study to be a masseur and physical therapist, and she had developed a look for people’s posture soon enough.

Mrs. Jenkins was not standing straight right now. Like, at all. She was standing all slumped and crooked. Penny hesitated for a moment, then said:

“Uh … Are you okay?”

The old woman frowned at her and replied:

“Make it quick, please.” She walked over to the kitchen table and got the box. Penny watched her. Something was wrong. Mrs. Jenkins was trying to walk in this way, but she didn’t have to …

As she took the box, she straightened up to be able to lift it. Penny’s eyes opened wide. Just how big were those breasts? Fuck. No wonder she walked all bent over! Those were huge.

Penny quickly averted her eyes and took the box. The old woman probably didn’t notice her look.

“Here you are. Now go.”

“Okay! Got it! Thank you!”

Penny couldn’t get out quick enough. Once outside, she went home fast and took a deep breath once she got rid of the lamps. Holy crap! When did that happen? She knew it was stupid, but she had to figure this one out. She probably shouldn’t, but …

No. She couldn’t just spy after her old teacher, could she?

Better install those lamps.

Much better.

 

That night, Penny couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing and turning in her bed, unable to find a comfortable position. It wasn’t just the new place, obviously. Somehow, that woman’s breasts kept her thinking. She sat up in bed and stared out of the window. What kind of crazy pervert had she become?

That’s when she noticed that the light was still on next door. Okay …

She rummaged in her boxes until she found her camera, then snuck to the window. Opening it a bit, she peeked outside and tried to get a look through Mrs. Jenkins window. She almost dropped the camera.

The woman was sitting on her bed, massaging the biggest pair of tits she had ever seen.

Okay, she had seen bigger ones on TV and on the internet, obviously, but in real life? Never. Fuck. Those were gigantic. Each boob was big enough to wear a baseball hat or something. The old woman stretched her back with a groan and trusted them out. Now they looked even more massive.

Penny was breathing quickly now. She was a pervert, but she enjoyed this right now. With a grin, she snapped away, taking one picture after the other. Were those scars? Did that woman really get breast implants? Especially ones that size? Why at that age? Why anyway?

Why on Earth would a senior citizen, a retired teacher, get porn star tits? And why was this turning her on like this?

The young woman was feeling like a very horny junior detective … Penny Cooper and the Mystery of the Giant Teacher Tits!

She chuckled.

That’s when she realized she was turned on by this.

Penny put away the camera and slid back to her bed. Maybe she could take off the edge a bit …

 

Meanwhile, Mrs. Jenkins was furious and confused. That girl, Penny, had looked at her in a way that annoyed her. Ever since that’s stupid surgery, her life was getting worse! She had only wanted the surgeon to finally give her a nicer nose and that idiot had mixed her up with some airheaded stripper. That girl had complained a lot about the situation, because apparently, he had made her nose even smaller and she now looked … well, not so good. It looked really tiny and pointy now, like a doll’s.

Strangely enough, he offered to do her breasts for free now. Mrs. Jenkins certainly wouldn’t trust that idiot to ever touch her again. Instead, she demanded that he pay for another operation from a respectable surgeon to get those absurd tits out of her chest and fix her nose for good.

The guy had shrugged and said he’d take care of it.

Mrs. Jenkins had yelled at him that she would pick the surgeon and he’d have to pay for the operation and he’d better do it! That had shut him up. After all, she could still sue him into oblivion.

Meanwhile, she was stuck with those … monstrosities. They were big and heavy and very, very tight. the surgeon had given her a cream to put on her skin every day to fix this and after a bit of being grumpy, she had started this as a daily ritual. It was astonishing just how much cream it needed to cover all this stretched skin. She had had pretty big, but floppy breasts, and now, they were stretched into ridiculous spheres.

The thing was, the whole situation was confusing too.

Penny had looked more curious than disgusted by her figure. Did that girl actually like what she saw?

She grumbled. Maybe she should give it a try? Was this a thing? She could invite her over and see how she’d react. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t too grotesque.

Mrs. Jenkins harrumphed.

Wishful thinking. That was all it was.

She continued the massage and sighed. Soon this nightmare would be over.

Then, she thought, what if it really was okay? She had nothing to lose, after all. She was old, she was single and she was, quite honestly, not going to get any better.

Shrugging, she decided to try.

[El_Roy_1999]

A muscle transformation story that is a little different.

The One Thing
Bill and Chelsea have started to rebuild their relationship. They're just chatting now, having a little online eroticism, but nothing too ... real. As they explore their dreams and fantasies, it gets more intense until Bill asks about the one thing he craves.
It's muscle, of course.
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1097032




The preview:
Chelsea sighed and stretched on the couch. The day had been long, and she felt a certain tension in herself. She thought about checking on her social media or watching some show, but there was an itch she wanted to scratch.
She was horny.
She’d been like this for a while once she realized that casual dating didn’t work for her. Once Sandra managed to get her back together with her ex, things had gotten more intense. After the initial post-breakup catastrophe and her dating rebound, she wanted to try again.
At the same time, she didn’t feel ready for the daily grind of their previous relationship. Bills, home repair, long work hours and barely compatible friends had had slowly chipped away at their passion and then at their friendship. If she dove right back into this, things would be horrible again soon.

The compromise had been to date. Like lovers. Only … just online. That was enough for now, and it really brought out the romance. This wasn’t some hectic chaos to try and fit each other into their schedules. Instead, they would message back and forth, talking about their desires and playing with their sexual dreams and fantasies. Just having some time for each other and basically going for a pure, relaxed, sensual experience. Right from their living rooms. Or bedrooms, depending on the time.

It was marvelous. Time flew as their messages ping-ponged and they often had to stop only when it was definitely time for bed. She had fallen in love with him again and this time, she would keep him. He was good with words, he was attentive, and he was careful to satisfy her.

Tonight, Chelsea needed this.
She checked on her phone. Bill was there.
“Got time?”
It wasn’t very romantic, but after she had sent him a more direct message once and his boss had picked up the phone while he was on his late shift, this was a necessary caution.
“I do.”
She bit her lip and grinned. Wow. She set the scene.
“After a nice romantic dinner, we go up to the hotel room. As we ride up the elevator, I am already really horny. I’m also a little tipsy, so I get very close … I have this sexy red dress on with the long slit that shows my leg, and I’m wearing those heels … You know the ones …”
“Oh yes! They look amazing on you …”
“In the elevator, I whisper in your ear: ‘I got myself a new bra for this night.’”
“Just the bra?”
“Just the bra. The panties? I don’t know where they went.”
“Nice! I kiss you. I got just the right amount of stubble, but it’s not prickly. I went to the barber and had everything brought on point!”
“Yes … Damn, Bill, I love you with that beard …”
“I know. I kiss you again, then I go down your neck, to your collarbone …”
“I sigh deeply. This is wonderful. I run my hands down your back and grope your butt.”
“I cup your boobs, then I embrace you again, kissing your shoulders. ‘Maybe I should get you out of that dress …”
“In the elevator?”
“Why not?”
“Good point.” Chelsea grinned as she continued typing. “I hit the emergency stop button. The elevator stops and we’re in that small cabin, and there are mirrors all around.”
“Kinky!”
“I know.”
“I slowly unzip your dress as I continue to kiss you.”
“You can see my fancy new bra. It’s all lacy and pushing up, and my boobs look huge in it. They’re also really squeezed together and bulging.”
“Sexy … I lick them and slip my face between them, then run my fingers down their side. ‘This looks amazing on you!’ I slowly take it all in, and it’s amazing!”
“Now I get down on my knees, giving you a good look of those tits. I undo your fly and get your cock out.”
“It’s already hard. No wonder with such a wonderful tease as you …”
“I give it a lick. Just the tip for now. I go around and then slip my tongue down the underside of your shaft.”
“Oooh … Shaft? Nice!”
“Hey, it’s pretty big, isn’t it?”
“Damn right, it is!”
“Then I give it a little kiss. My lips feel all full and soft on your tip.”
“Yesss …”
“I lick around it some more and then, I open my mouth and put it in. You can feel how warm and wet my mouth is. I run my lips along your rod and slip it all inside. Also, my hand goes into your fly and I start fondling your balls.”
“Wow! When did you learn that?”
“Oh, I’ve just been thinking about what you’d like and … maybe fantasizing about you for a bit?”
“Cool. I love it …”
“Now I’m bobbing forward and back on your cock. I keep my tongue to its underside and I keep it really hard.”
“This is so cool … I lean against the wall of the elevator and just let you do your thing. My cock is really hard and big now, and it’s pulsating. I’m gonna cum in no time if you continue like that …”
“’Mph!’ I can’t really say much since I got my mouth full of you, but that sounds great! I circle your cockhead now and I rub my tongue along that little stringy thing …”
“I’m breathing harder now. When did you become such an expert?”
“I felt inspired. Now I open wide and shove your dick down my throat and get my lips all the way to the base of your shaft. I don’t even gag.”
“Fuck yeah … I shoot my load right at you …”
“Without missing a beat, I suck down your whole length and I just swallow it all. At the end, I free your cock with a plop!”
“Damn. Daaamn … Chelsea, I almost fucking came! You’re amazing …”
She grinned at the screen. Nice. She was pretty sure she was getting him back … The power of imagination … She had been rubbing herself the whole time, typing with one hand.
“I’m hiking up my dress now … How about you return the favor?”
“Yeah! I come down to you and help you lie down on the floor. Then I get between your legs and move up your dress. I slowly kiss your thighs, moving towards your pussy.”
“You can feel the goosebumps on my skin …”
“I get closer and closer, but I don’t quite get there, increasing the tension.”
“Oooh … I sigh: ‘Please …’”
“I’m not just under your pussy and I lick your thighs, then I go up and up and my tongue brushes over your clit. Just a little bit to get you interested …”
“I AM interested!”
“I chuckle, then circle your clit. I brush downwards along your lips, then across, then inside you then back up, my nose rubs against your clit …”
“Wow … I lift my legs and move them up against the sides of your head.”
“I kiss them too, then go back down on you, licking and suckling on your lips.”
“’Uuuh … Wow … This is so gooood … Oh my God … Yes …”
By now, Chelsea was really horny. She was rubbing her cunt furiously, her body tensing. Wow. This was so great! Bill was making her cum with words alone … He was a great dude after all. She should have prepared her dildo, but for now, her fingers were good enough. She just wished she were less … ugly. Her flabby body was an eyesore to her. Seeing her large, hanging tits, her fat belly, those bloated thighs … It just was kinda bad. If it could somehow change, be different, just not as plump and disgusting … It wasn’t just him and his weird ideas. It was the whole situation. Of course, she could try and fix this, but she totally lacked the energy for such a long-term fix. Better stay in the realm of fantasies …

“I tighten my legs around your head and …”
“Could you do the thing?”
“The thing?”
Suddenly, the tension was gone. She was confused. She had been so close to cumming and now this!
“What thing, Bill?”
“The muscles, Chelsea.”
She groaned. Ah yes. The muscles. The working out, the bodybuilding, the looking like a linebacker … How could she forget?
It wasn’t the thing that ruined their relationship, but it was certainly a factor. She wasn’t going to kink-shame anyone, but … him photoshopping her head awkwardly on some musclewoman’s body? Bah. Also, he had taken one of the pictures of her fattish, double-chinned pale head and mounted it on that tanned, bulging, ripped bodybuilder. Then he had jerked off to this.
When he had confessed to her, she hadn’t known what to say. Was this stupid? Was it just awkward? And why? Musclewomen? She couldn’t get it. If he wanted someone like that, why be with her? And still: What was the appeal of this?
The thing was, despite the crappy quality of the photoshop, it had still been a bit of work. Since she didn’t immediately chastise him for it, he showed her some more pictures he liked. She didn’t know what to say. It embarrassed her a bit, but then again, he had this weird, innocent fascination with the concept.

[El_Roy_1999]

Content warning: rape and murder.

A new story I wrote as a commission, which is way more brutal and intense than my usual stuff. Still, some might like it.

The Exterminating Angel
Stan sees himself as the perfect man. He has a perfect muscle body, wealth, power and a massive ego. He is also a monster. One day, though, he goes too far and finds himself having bitten off more than he could chew.
This work of fiction contains male and female muscle, brutality and feats of strength. All characters are at least 18 years old.

You can check it out here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1099731



And here's the sample. (Again, it's heavy.)


His body was glinting from the oil. He took a deep breath, watching his mighty, ripped chest expand. Oh God, he adored this. He felt incredible. Stan couldn’t help grinning, his perfect white teeth flashing. Wow. His large strong hand touched his enormous, freshly pumped pec. With a chuckle, he flexed it, forcing the mass of muscle to move with a certain momentum. He licked his lips.

The band of skulls on that collar of muscles shifted. He loved his tattoo. Every time he had a new “guest” at his place, he would celebrate by getting another one. He was already wondering what he would do if the design was completed … He’d come up with something.

Stan flexed his pecs and shoulders, making the skulls dance and move. When he looked at them in his reflection, he remembered all these women and how they had worshipped him. He loved it when they begged him for mercy …

He truly was an alpha.

No.

He was THE alpha.

He laughed throatily and ran his hand further down to his perfectly carved abdominals. He worked out every day to tweak his physique. There was always a little imperfection he would find, but then, he would work relentlessly on removing it. Just lately, he had noticed that that tiny forearm muscle that rose up when he moved his pinky wasn’t as well-developed as it should be.

No problem.

Some people might call him vain, but he saw himself as an artist. Would Michelangelo have accepted that people called him vain for being proud of his work? Of course, Michelangelo was an ugly, gay fuck. People like him would be happy to just exist in his world.

Besides, they all wanted men like him. No wonder.

Stan reached for his cock. He had recently had the last of his pubic hair removed by laser. The shaving had annoyed him. Now his majestic uber-dick looked even bigger. It was a monster. Few men could claim being even close, and it was unmatched in length and girth. Even the biggest porn stars would probably be jealous if they knew about the kind of competition he offered.

He started rubbing it, and the monster quickly started rising. Just looking at himself made him hard already. The prospect of the coming pleasures of the evening pushed him even further.

With a grin, he examined his giant arms. These were truly his pride and joy. He just loved pumping them, defining them, perfecting them. He raised them both and hit a double biceps pose, the veins and striations popping out.

“Wow … I’m incredible.”

He twisted his wrists, amusing himself by making his muscles swell some more, then relaxed again. It was great that he was able to devote so much time to his … work.

His father, the senator, was mostly happy to have him out of the way. Not that Stan blackmailed him … He just made it clear that he knew enough. Ever since, his dad had stopped annoying him. Sure, the old man would have preferred Stan to join the marines just like him, to go to college and study law and to become a sort of clone of his …

Fuck that!

Stan had built himself up into this godlike shape. The idea to hang out with some lowlifes and weaklings, to run around like an idiot and getting shouted at? Whatever.

Let them have their fun, he had his.

The enormous bodybuilder traced the lines of his quads now, admiring their pulsating strength. He never skipped leg day, and it showed. He couldn’t understand how the other regulars at the gym could accept to neglect their lower body. It was just idiotic! And it made them look like fools.

With a satisfied grunt, Stan turned around, enjoying the momentum of his heavy body. He checked out his enormous back by peeking over his cannonball shoulders, then turned to his “guest”.

The woman was lying on the ground, spreadeagled. Her hands and feet were tied to stacks of weight plates. After a few “accidents” during his first few “invitations”, Stan had found that this worked best. The plate stacks, for a total of 150 pounds each, were enough to keep the women quiet and stable.

The ball gag …

It was really more of a toy. The room was perfectly insulated. The other tenants had complained about the noise of his workouts, so he had everything fixed. Basically, his victims could scream at the tops of their lungs and it would produce a faint peep at best.

Still, the blond girl was struggling. Good. He liked it when they fought him. It made things so much more interesting.

This was why he had stopped “inviting” those girls which were already broken. There was no fun in that. He wanted a challenge!

He now walked up to her. Towering above her prone form, he said:

“You’re awake. Wonderful. I have been looking forward to this all evening.”

She tried to free herself but it was pointless. He watched her for a bit, his cock getting so hard it was almost hurting. With a grin, he gave it a long stroke, then said:

“So, my love, I’m going to get pumped up for you, and then, we start.”

The woman’s eyes went wide. Stan grabbed two absurdly heavy dumbbells and explained:

“Each one of these is about your weight. Just so you understand the situation you’re in …”

With ease, he started doing curls. He took his sweet time, working slowly and carefully. Besides, his muscles still needed a little extra care. When he was done with the set, he put the dumbbells aside and grinned.

“What do you think? Impressive, huh?”

The woman, desperate, nodded eagerly. She made soothing noises through the gag.

“I know. This strength … It’s a blessing and a curse, you know? It’s hard to accept just how much of an alpha I am … It took me a while, you understand? This power, it’s an amazing feeling. You being this weak … You can’t even fathom it. But don’t worry, I’ll explain it to you.”

The woman nodded again, hoping to get him to continue talking.

“Actually, it’s more of a demonstration. Be attentive.”

He knelt down between her legs and ripped off her panties with a quick pull. Then he examined her pussy.

“Nice … This will be very tight.”

She struggled again, but he punched her in the stomach. His fist left a massive mark and he could swear he heard her ribs break. She started to cry, but he laughed:

“That won’t help you.”

He sank his fingers into her, making room for his enormous cockhead.

“Hmm … Nice. A little dry …”

Stan grabbed a bottle of lube and squeezed a large glob on his dick.

“I don’t want to chafe my skin, you understand that.”

Then he grabbed his cock with one hand and the side of her waist with the other. With a lusty grunt, he shoved his enormous dick into her. The woman bit on the gag, produced a drawn-out squealing noise and cried bitterly. He rammed his cock further in. There was some resistance but he went on, then even deeper. She tried to get away, but the ties held her.

With a grin, he noticed he was hitting the entrance to her uterus. She was almost passing out now, but he slapped her to keep her awake, then broke in. Now finally in, he started pistoning her suffering body, his snake hammering in hard and fast.

Stan could barely control himself anymore. His pumped, sweaty body was all over her and he crushed her under him.

Then he shot his load. He frowned. This was too early.

Unhappy, he slipped back out, leaving a trail of blood and semen. He stood back up, growled at her and said:

“This is shit. I need more.”

He wiped his cock clean, then stepped over to get some of the pills he kept around for situations like these. He popped them and said:

“It took me a while to figure out the right combination. These ones keep me hard, and these ones make me just numb enough so I can last a little longer.”

Then he returned to her and freed her. For a moment, she thought it was over, but a look at his face made it clear that this was a false hope.

He pulled off the gag. She screamed, but before the sound could come out, he slammed his cock down her throat. He grunted happily as her jaw got dislocated and the ligaments tore. She couldn’t do much more other than try to weakly claw at his legs, but he just stepped on her knee and broke it. That kept her occupied while he continued fucking her throat like a jackhammer.

At last, after half an hour of pounding her bloodied face and chafing his cock raw, he came, blasting her ruined jaw with his cum.

He released her. She flopped to the ground, barely alive. With a satisfied grin, he stepped on her neck, breaking it.

That did it. He came again, shooting a third load on her dead body.

“Stan, you’re a fucking god … No one’s got shit on you …”

He flexed at his reflection again and patted himself on his massive back.

 

Months later, Stan was at his favorite public gym. It literally felt like “his”. People feared him. When he came in, even the biggest and most hardcore guys would stand to attention. The girls whispered among themselves or just swooned at him. Not that those meant anything to him. Women like these didn’t deserve his attention. They wouldn’t put themselves at his mercy. They would just want to flirt with him, touch him, get fucked by his big dick. But they would never understand the power he had. He just wouldn’t show it to them …

Still, he enjoyed their looks. To notice how they forgot about their boyfriends as he walked to his spot, to see how they had to disappear for a bit to the restrooms and masturbate, thinking of him … This was a compliment he enjoyed.

He was the king of the place.

The owner was very happy to have him here. Stan was sure to always attract a crowd, and the idea that any man could have a shot at his perfection … It wasn’t true, but the owner was happy to suggest that it was possible.

Occasionally, one idiot would challenge him by disrespecting him. Stan knew how to deal with those fuckers. He would get close, very close, and project his psychic energy at him. Recently, Stan had meditated a lot. It helped him focus on his workouts. A perfect body needed a perfect mind. When he came so close, looking down on his challenger, the poor little asshole would usually either break down, or just piss himself.

On the rare occasions when the guy didn’t back down, Stan would set his mighty hand with its perfectly manicured nails on the intruder’s shoulder. And then, he would squeeze.

This was a thing.

Stan’s grip was as strong as a steel vise. It didn’t look like much. The poor guy would maybe even laugh at first. Then this would quickly fade, because Stan would rip into his muscles and crush them in his fingers. By the time his victim would start to scream, the big man would repeat his push and make it clear that he was the boss.

Occasionally, the owner would grumble and even think about chewing him out, but one glare from Stan would shut him up for good.

 

As to himself, Stan had used the last months to continue his quest for the perfect body. He had trained hard, carving at his muscles and focusing on ever more specialized exercises to bring out the last bit of volume and definition. His latest achievement was that he finally managed the split biceps. It took forever, but now, he could admire the sheer rippedness when he flexed his arms, and he loved it.

Combined with his carefully perfected Christmas-Tree-lower back muscles, he was getting closer and closer to feeling at least somewhat satisfied.

He strode through the gym, swaggering and just basking in everybody’s admiration or jealousy. People stared at him all the time, but when he took off his shirt like now, the effect was even more impressive. The chain of skulls had spread all over his pecs, shoulders and back. Of course, the progress had slowed lately because Stan had to move further away so as not to arouse suspicion. Lately, he would arrange for meetings with hookers in the neighboring states, then bring them to his private gym once he had drugged them.

So far, there wasn’t even a hint of a suspicion.

Some of the gym regulars worked in law enforcement, and the disappearances weren’t even a topic for debate.

He was very happy with himself. It only proved just how superior he was.

The monstrous bodybuilder reached his personal space, loaded up the leg press and went to work. It was a special machine which managed to challenge him. He had the owner order it for him and it was every other bodybuilder’s dream to even manage to use it at half load. For Stan, of course, half load was a warmup!

He looked up at the ceiling mirror he had the owner install and admired his massive calves and thighs as he worked through his set. It felt so good to see the results of his work.

Then his eyes went to his broad chest. He pondered the sight for a while. What should he do? Should he start a second row of skulls? They were impressive like that, but more might ruin the effect … Maybe he could try to add some more details? Or go up to his neck?

Between sets, he chuckled. What would it be like to be entirely covered in skulls? He would definitely be a legend on all counts! The most perfect bodybuilder, and the absolute master of all those disgusting women …

He grinned.

Yes, this would definitely be worth it.

 

“Are you done?”

Stan was shocked that someone would address him without first being spoken to. And brashly like that too!

He turned his head and looked at … what exactly?

It was a woman. A blonde. Not bad looking, but she literally had no sense of style at all. Also, she was obviously a disgusting slob. Fat. Vulgar. And downright offensive.

The woman was wearing a tentlike sweatsuit made of some grey fabric and she looked clownishly fat. Stan looked her in the eyes and waited to see whether she would understand the outrage she had just committed. The woman didn’t move. She didn’t bat an eye. She just looked at him in disdain and repeated her question.

“Are you done? I want to use that machine.”

He laughed:

“You? Use this machine? Are you serious? Girl, this machine is way beyond your capabilities! How about you go away and have fun in some Pilates or spinning class? This is a spot for real bodybuilders.” With a flat voice, he added: “Also, I don’t like being disrespected.”

“Yeah, whatever. Can you move if you’re done? I haven’t got all day.”

Stan was shocked. He didn’t expect that, but … this woman annoyed him. He wasn’t used to that. Not at all. On the other hand, it was a fascinating situation. He hadn’t had a moment like this in … no, he never had a moment like this.

He got up slowly, the smug grin still on his face. The woman picked up his towel and tossed it at him. He caught it and was a little astonished by his reflex. Did she really just do that?

She wiped off the seat, bending over and giving him a look at a surprisingly round and taut butt through the fabric. Stan hesitated.

Maybe there was more to this woman than he thought …

Maybe she was worth the effort, and she would merit a little extra treatment …

[El_Roy_1999]

The Angle of Battle
This is a sequel to "The Exterminating Angel". Hunting those that enabled the murder of her sister, Leah has come across an underground fighting club. If she manages to defeat the reigning champion, she'll be able to get closer to her quarry. However, this man is gigantic! This work of fiction contains male and female muscle and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here!

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1103788

The first part is available here:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1099731




And here's a preview:

“Anton! So glad to have you here!”

The fat man struggled a bit to climb up the stairs. His face was very red, though his hanging jowls were concealed by his full brown beard. He was wearing a suit that hid the worst of his bulk. Anton grinned and got up. He too was on the heavy side, though in his case, the fat was being supported by a broad, powerful frame. Anton was older now, and it had been a long time since his time with the special forces, but he had kept a bit of his build. He smiled at Luke, his pearly white fake teeth glinting. After a few years in the field and a lot of martial arts, he had had to settle for some replacements.

“Thank you for having me! Quite the nice place you got here. It’s got that underground feel, but without the seediness.”

Luke, the fat man, was glad Anton liked it. After all, Anton was a big figure in the whole country’s underworld. If he managed to entertain him, to win him over as a regular guest, he could be certain of having plenty of regular visitors. Maybe his little club would even become legit in a certain scene. Wherever Anton went, a whole bunch of hangers-on and would-be celebrities would show up.

Even now, the man was in the company of two promising rappers which Luke was pretty sure he knew. Without hesitating, he greeted them too, then had the waitress serve them some whisky. As far as he knew, this was back as a taste as of now. He preferred energy drinks, but of course, the customer was always right.

Anton took a sip, obviously appreciated the taste, then asked:

“Tell me, Luke, who’s going to fight tonight?”

The fat man straightened up and sucked in his belly.

“Well, we have a couple of warm-ups, obviously. Nothing special here, but a couple of young guys who want to get a shot … I would recommend watching them attentively. The second fight should be interesting. We got Ahmedov and Eddie Nguyen facing off. Those guys are going to be big soon.”

Anton nodded slowly and one of the rappers grunted appreciatively.

“I heard good things about that Eddie Nguyen man. A real warrior.”

There were more nods.

“Then we have a couple of girls. This is really just for fun, but they take it seriously.”

The three men chuckled.

The other rapper added:

“The cool thing with girl fighters is that they keep on fighting. I recently saw Alicia Sanchez, she gets kicked right in the knee. The thing is busted. Anyone can see it. I mean, it’s facing the wrong way. Any dude would have given up. Does she give up? Nah. Just slaps the fucking knee back into place, gets back up and fucking demolishes the other woman. I ain’t never seen anything like it.”

Luke agreed:

“You’re going to love those two, then.”

Anton cracked his knuckles:

“And the main event?”

“Tiny.”

“Tiny? What kind of guy is that? That’s the stupidest nickname I’ve ever heard.”

“You’ll see, Anton. Guy’s a fucking legend. He fights three dudes at the same time.”

The old man laughed:

“Seriously? What the fuck? You’re not faking it, are you?”

Luke seemed almost a little shocked:

“Me, fake something? I’m not stupid, Anton. You get the best, the most real, the hardest fights on the coast.” Somewhat relaxed, he added: “I can’t afford to fix things. Besides, wanna see the pictures of Tiny’s last fight?”

The big man nodded and Luke showed him his phone. Anton stared at the screen. The two rappers joined in and almost jerked back as they saw what was happening. They both seemed rather pale all of a sudden. Anton nodded:

“Alright. I’m looking forward to seeing this Tiny character in action.”

Luke nodded happily and said:

“You won’t regret it. I’m going to get you some more drinks and then, let’s get it on!”

 

Backstage, Tiny warmed up. Despite him being almost seven feet tall, he moved with surprising agility. He was doing rope skips at an amazing speed, the rope almost invisible as it flashed by. His trainer watched him attentively. The giant was a wonder of the modern world. Fast, strong, tall, with long arms and a surprising amount of intellect. Sure, he wasn’t a big philosopher, but he was able to understand tactics and bring his power to bear in the best kind of way. He wasn’t just a big lug that would randomly punch things and people. Any opponent had to be on his toes to even stand a chance.

Properly warmed up, Tiny caught the speeding rope and rolled it up on his gargantuan arm. He handed it to the trainer and went on to limber up his shoulders and arms.

He asked:

“Who am I up against tonight, Lee?”

“They found three guys that are willing to try.”

“Big guys?”

“Yup. I checked them out. A wrestler, a kickboxer and a regular boxer.”

“Whoo. I like that. Makes for a nice challenge.”

The trainer shrugged.

“Not sure. They’re only meeting now. I doubt they’ll be able to coordinate.”

Tiny seemed a tad disappointed.

“Bah. This Luke guy still won’t get me a challenge. Maybe grinding his guys down in a pulp will finally get me some opponent that’s worth it.”

“Hey, don’t hurt them too much …”

The huge bald man laughed:

“Why not? Women and children in the audience?”

Lee shook his head. The women thing was their in-joke. The worst fans were the women. They would shriek for the fighters to kill each other and be utterly happy once the blood started to spray around. Women were insane.

“Seriously. I’ve heard that Anton Berdyaev is in the audience. If you manage to catch his attention …”

“Lee, seriously. I don’t give a fuck.” The hulking man scowled at him, baring his teeth. There was a monstrous intensity to him … “I just want to fight. I want to see those guys who dare oppose me suffer. Your Anton guy … I don’t care.”

The trainer shrugged to suggest that he didn’t mind. For a moment, though, he was terrified. He had discovered Tiny as a fighting slave in some South Asian shithole. He had helped him become the kind of killing machine he was now. He was probably the only person in the world Tiny could even hope to consider a friend. And still, the big man was way too intense for him. He was like an attack dog that had been worked into a monster and which only didn’t devour its handler because he hadn’t yet outlived his usefulness.

Tiny grinned, examining his muscles.

“There you are. All warmed up. Let’s get out and fight.”

Lee nodded, glad that the intense moment had passed.

 

“Welcome to the main event!” The announcer’s voice boomed through the arena. Shrouded in darkness, it concealed the fact that Luke’s workers had built it into the carcass of a bunker built during the war. Everything could be disassembled and packed away to make sure that no authorities would ever discover it. The place was also useful to dispose of any fighters who happened to overestimate themselves and have … accidents.

“We’ve got a special treat for you … Three against one! Here are your challengers: At 6’ and 190 pounds, “Python” Garcia!”

The first man jumped into the ring. He was a hulking fighter, barrel-chested, with long, powerful arms. His hair was tied into a knot on the back of his head.

“Number two! 6’4”, 200 pounds and twice crowned the Absolute Impact Champion … Johnny Pathan!”

A fighter, decked out in the traditional outfit of Muay Thai, climbed into the ring. He was tall and leggy, with hard, ripped muscles. Demonstrating his skills with a few quick kicks and punches, he stepped over to Garcia.

“And finally, number three, last but not least … Weighing 240 pounds, with a reach of 84 inches and a height of 6’2”, “Bull King” Rashid!”

The third contestant quickly ran up to the ring, then stopped, showed off his strength and footwork, then got in. The trio greeted each other, traded fraternal slaps and punches and …

“And here’s their opponent. The man you’ve been waiting for. The man who leaves a trail of defeated foes in his wake. The fighter to end all fights … At a height of seven feet and a weight of 400 pounds … Tiny!”

The crowd erupted into raucous cheering, people clapped, stomped and howled as the curtains were drawn aside and the giant marched in. For a moment, flashes of fear passed over the men’s faces. Then they braced themselves and got ready to fight!

 

Tiny easily jumped over the ropes, vaulting his heavy body on the canvas. The vibration shook the men’s hearts as he straightened himself, towering over them. He laughed:

“Wow! Three at once! This must be my lucky day. You even look as if you could be a challenge!”

He cracked his knuckles. Python shouted back:

“Sounds like you’re all talk and no business. I don’t think I’ll need those two to take you down. Bring it, big boy!”

“You sure about that?”

Tiny let his enormous muscles swell. He was a true giant, not just tall, but also incredibly muscular. His shaved scalp glinted in the lights. He made a sudden dash for the wrestler, then stopped. The other man instinctively twitched.

Tiny roared with laughter:

“Okay, little one, I’ll break you last. Gotta let you enjoy the show!”

The muay thai fighter interrupted:

“Enough with the banter. Let’s start!”

Outside the ring, the announcer declared:

“As you all can see, our fighters are ready to go! In our ring, there is no referee. Fights are to submission, knockout or … death!”

People cheered, applauded and hooted.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time! Let’s go, and may the best win!”

A bell was rung and the fight was on!

 

To the audience’s amusement, Tiny hung back at first. He rested against the post of his corner and watched the trio gear up to fight him. The boxer made a sign at the others. Here was the thing: Tiny wasn’t stupid. People assumed he was dumb because he was big, but one wouldn’t get this far by being an idiot. He was no genius or anything, but he had a way of thinking tactically. So if his opponents planned something, he’d be prepared.

The Muay Thai fighter went in first, going in swinging with a quick strike to Tiny’s face. The big man saw him coming, obviously, and, to the surprise of his attacker, twitched back his giant upper body. The fighter’s leg swished by uselessly. Tiny went in now, his hand shooting forward and slamming into the man’s thigh.

The sudden blow sent him off-balance and tossed him through the ring. The two others, which had obviously planned to flank Tiny at the same time, stopped in their tracks. Tiny didn’t let them recuperate.

The boxer was their leader, so he would be Tiny’s first target.

Bull King backed off for a moment to regain his distance, but Tiny didn’t much care. Moving with surprising swiftness, he evaded the man’s blows, getting barely scraped by his powerful fists.

For a moment, Tiny could see a feeling of panic wash over Bull King’s face. This didn’t go as planned. At all.

He did his best to retreat, striking series of jabs to force the attacker back. The giant caught some of the blows with his crunched abs, dodged others, or simply blocked them with his enormous forearms. No blow even reached the monstrous man’s face or chest.

Tiny could tell that the others were seizing the opportunity to flank him. It seemed rather coordinated. Very well.

He closed in on Bull King, still holding off his attacks and focusing on controlling his opponent. More attentive opponents might have spotted the trap. Those three did not.

The Muay Thai fighter struck first, launching himself at Tiny and letting his leg shoot out. Tiny heard the steps, he felt the sudden tension in the air, he knew what was happening. He twisted around, leaving the boxer dumbfounded, then his hand shot out. Johnny Pathan wanted to stop his attack, but it was too late.

Tiny’s hand closed around his ankle and the big man turned around, slamming the attacker into the canvas. There was a loud crash as the fighter landed, rolled clumsily and struggled to get to his feet. The enormous warrior left him no moment to recover. He pushed himself forward, caught the struggling kickboxer around the waist, and before the other two could react, lifted the large man up before slamming him down in a German Supplex.

The crowd was elated. People got up from their seats, shouted, cheered, clapped.

Even Anton found himself amused. Speed, strength, a certain finesse … This Tiny character was less ridiculous than his nickname would suggest.

Luke nodded to himself. Yes. This was working. If Anton was having fun, his whole project might actually be a success.

 

Meanwhile, Tiny had released the Muay Thai fighter, who was lying on the canvas, completely dazed. Python chose the opportunity to attack. After all, the giant was on the ground and he could hope to get a good hold on him. He went in, and managed to wrap his arm around the big man’s neck, getting ready to choke him. His muscles bulged against Tiny’s neck. This was a good position …

Until it wasn’t. Tiny didn’t much bother to free himself. Instead, he just got up in one mighty kip up, using his mountainous muscles to get him back to his feet.

Python found himself suddenly dangling from the giant’s neck. He did his best to regain his footing but the big man used the confusion and chaos to grab him now. He pulled Python up until he got him on his shoulders, then he lifted him up further, holding him high above his head.

The wrestler panicked. He was helpless now, far above the canvas. He struggled, but realized he couldn’t do anything.

Then he went down.

Tiny dropped him.

Python crashed on the giant’s knee. There was a disgusting crunch and he lay there, barely moving.

Without pausing, Tiny turned to face the boxer. The man was transfixed by the absurd display of power he had just witnessed. Suddenly understanding that he was now alone with this monster, he screamed in panic.

Tiny didn’t care. He went for the terrified man, who tried to get out of the ring.

King Bull ended up entangling himself in the ropes. To his horror, the crowd booed him as he tried to extricate himself. Then Tiny caught up with him. He felt the colossus’ arms wrap themselves around him and pull him away. Clawing at the canvas, he desperately tried to save himself.

 

Up above, Anton frowned.

“Luke, my friend, are you sure those three were really fighters? That was a sad performance, don’t you think?”

The fat man was a little shocked by the insinuation.

“But … what could they do?”

The old man suddenly grinned, then broke out into laughter:

“Ha, relax. I’m messing with you. I’m sure they actually knew what they were doing! But as far as entertainment goes …”

There was a disgusting crackling as Tiny broke the poor man’s arms, destroying his shoulders in the process. Somehow, the Muay Thai fighter had managed to get back to his feet, but now, he found himself caught by the giant’s arms again.

Anton declared:

“If you want my amateur opinion … Next time, let the three boys fight someone else to build up the hype. Show that they’re really dangerous. This? This only makes them look weak. Sad even.”

“But did you like it?”

“Like it? It was amazing! This Tiny … He’s great! I mean, he could probably be shown off better, but he’s an incredible fighter. Be sure to tell me when his next encounter is going to be.”

Luke was grinning up to his ears now. This was perfect!

“I’ll make sure you’ll be the first to hear. I’ll just have to find some appropriate opponents for a man like him.”

 

Below, on the canvas, the announcer struggled to raise Tiny’s arm.

“And the winner, Ladies and Gentlemen, defeating three enemies by incapacitation, is … Tiny!”

The spectators stomped and clapped and Tiny basked in their admiration. He gave them a mind-boggling double-biceps flex and posed some more, showing off his gargantuan physique.

The men he had defeated were discreetly being moved away so as not to disturb the celebration.

Far above, Leah hesitated for a moment. Hidden in the rafters of the factory roof, she had listened to Anton Berdyaev over the directional microphone. Wonderful. If she managed to get closer to him …

She had been stalking the man for a while now. Berdyaev was well-feared in the underworld, the kingpin of dozens of sex-slavery rings. She had only become aware of him during her research after avenging her sister. This was the man who had enslaved many of the women that her sister’s murderer had killed.

She couldn’t just leave things like that.

Now if she got a shot at him …

The man was absurdly well-guarded and had plenty of law enforcement officers in his pocket. At the same time, his pressure on his underlings was such that his operation would probably collapse if he was taken out of the equation.

She looked down at the canvas.

Well, she’d have to show off her skills against this Tiny man. She snorted.

Alright. That was doable.

[El_Roy_1999]

I think quite a few of you are going to love this one!
Watch a woman get stronger, harder, manlier and happier. Also, she opens her own pickle jars.

Man Up
Samantha and Dean get robbed. Her husband's reaction makes Samantha question her role in the relationship. If he isn't able to be the man in their relationship, maybe she'll have to. The thing is, it feels so good ...

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, futa and gender-blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1103986



The preview:

“Okay, Dean, they’re gone. You can come out now.”

Samantha was embarrassed. To her surprise, she found the situation to be more awkward than threatening. She stared at her husband as he clambered out of the trash bin. It was a sad show. Dean was short and on the soft side, and he was getting grime and whatever sludge had accumulated in that bin all over his tuxedo. She groaned. If he hadn’t run, maybe at least the suit would still be okay.

With a grunt, he dropped to the ground, then struggled to clean his outfit. That didn’t work either. She could tell he was frustrated. Well, so was she.

They had gone to the celebration of her last successful project, and it had been a nice evening. Sure, Dean had been as calm as always, barely managing to do the small talk, but they had fun. Normally, Santa Ricarda was a nice, prosperous town. One would feel safe pretty much everywhere, at any time. And yet, as they walked back to their car, three young men had shown up and threatened them. They didn’t even have weapons.

They just walked up to them, one of them punched Dean in the gut and the others had shouted for the couple to hand over their money. For a moment, Samantha had thought about resisting them. She had that weird idea that Dean would do something.

The only thing he did was scramble to his feet and run. Apparently, he had picked the grossest garbage bin to hide.

The robbers had hesitated for a moment, then they had her hand them her wallet, her watch and her necklace. And her shoes, which frustrated her the most. The necklace was gold, but it wasn’t too valuable, and the wallet was rather empty. They could have taken her phone, but it was old and splintered, so they left it with her.

However, at a little over 6’ and size 9 feet, Samantha had a hard time finding nice shoes that wouldn’t make her too tall. She had liked those shoes. And now they were gone.

Grumbling, she took out a packet of tissues from her purse and handed it to Dean who quietly cleaned himself. She took out her phone and quickly locked all her cards.

Only then did the situation wash over her.

They had just been robbed, and Dean had done nothing. Worse, he had shown her what a wimp he was. Samantha rubbed her temples. Why was he so useless?

Okay, now she was unfair. Dean was a loving and caring husband. He always supported her, managed all the stupid things in her life she didn’t want to care about and did everything to make her happy. It wasn’t his fault that he was all tiny and weak.

The thing was, someone in their household had to be in control. They needed a man of the house.

Dean rolled up the used tissues and sighed:

“Thank you, dear. I’m glad you’re safe.” He started to blush. “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

“It’s okay. There wasn’t much you could do. Let’s go home.”

He nodded and held out a hand to her. Then he realized it was still grimy and pulled back.

That night, it took Samantha forever to fall asleep. She could tell it was the same for Dean, who was tossing and turning under his blanket. The scene played out in her mind again and again, and although it was clear to her that she couldn’t do a thing about it, she was still trying to come up with a solution. At last, in the wee hours, she made up her mind.

She would start exercising and get in shape. She was forty years old now, and since her college days, she had neglected her training. Now was the time to fix this.

If she got stronger, maybe they would have a real man around …

Then she chuckled. This sounded ridiculous.

 

The next day, she did go to the company gym and signed up. She immediately went for a coach that would show her the ropes and got to work. Samantha loved to work with professionals. It made things so much easier.

The young man the company had hired was a buff dude in a tight shirt. She liked the look. Maybe it would be a little much for her, but it could work …

“Hi, Samantha. My name’s Jackson and I’ll assist you in your training. Before we start: What are your goals?”

She hesitated. Could she really tell other people about this?

“Hello Jackson. Will you keep a secret?” She absolutely didn’t want any of her colleagues to get any strange ideas.

He nodded:

“Of course. My job is personal and my lips are sealed. Besides, it’s guaranteed by my contract.”

“Good. Jackson, my goal is to get buff.”

“Buff? How buff are we talking?”

“Pretty buff. Maybe close to your size?”

This obviously surprised the young man. However, he soon nodded:

“Let’s put it this way: I can’t guarantee it, but if you stick to my advice and you put in the work, I think I can bring you close.”

Samantha smiled:

“Very well. Then we should get started, shouldn’t we?”

The young man agreed:

“Let’s get you buffer.”

 

Dean was looking at her in his usual half-horny way. She had just gotten out of the shower, her body all wet and warm. The last months had been difficult on them, with her being really busy with her projects and him constantly occupied at work. They hadn’t seen much of each other and when they were home Samantha tended to go to sleep after him and wake up earlier.

As a result, he had barely seen her naked in the last months. And now, he was staring at her.

“Did you … do something?”

She reached for her towel and drew it over her shoulders. The training had done wonders on them. Samantha had really added some bulk there, giving her a strong, tough appearance. She even had to have her outfits altered to make room for them, and she basically looked like a 1980ies boss lady now. Just without the shoulder pads. Her whole body had grown nicely. Her butt was round and hard, her abs had become hard and slightly defined. Her biceps and triceps were big and strong enough to produce a rather intimidating look. Also, she had trained her grip and was now able to deliver very impressive handshakes.

Overall, Samantha loved the new “her”. People respected her easier now and discussions could be cut short just by tensing her muscles and making it clear that she wouldn’t back down.

“Yes, Dean. I did. I trained. A lot. Do you like it?”

“Oh, you did? Well, it’s … impressive? You look stronger and tougher.”

“And do you like it?”

She looked down on her husband. He was cute when he was awkward. She wanted to cuddle him, to hold him, to protect him. The only bad thing about him was that he could be so clumsy in what he said.

“It’s … alright?”

She frowned. Not that she expected him to love it, but this lukewarm reaction annoyed her. Samantha finished drying herself and hung up the towel. Now she stood there all naked and warm. She smiled:

“Come on, give me a hug. We’ve been apart for so long …”

He relaxed and embraced her. There was still some hesitation to it, but soon, she felt the familiar poke of his cock against her thigh. Ah. So he was into her after all.

Laughing, she dragged him after her and led him to their bed. They got on and she pulled him over her. Now that he was on top, he realized just how much “more” his wife had become. She had always been taller than him, but like this, she was just way more impressive. They started fooling around and soon, he found himself under her. She rode him, her strong body pushing him into the mattress. He liked what was happening, she could tell. Dean came almost immediately. Normally, this would have triggered more embarrassment, but she had an epiphany:

“How about you finish me with your tongue?”

Her husband paused. He wasn’t sure about that. When they had been teenagers, they had tried these things, but …

With a wicked grin, she asked:

“Pretty please …”

After a bit of hesitation, he obliged, careful to appear as if he was graciously doing this to prove his manly skill.

The moment Samantha sensed his tongue on her clit, she shivered. Wow. This was somehow more intense than before. Dean felt her legs lock around his head and tense. He continued what he was doing, and she increased the pressure. At first, it was okay, even nice. Her thighs felt warm and strong around his head. But as her muscles squeezed harder, he began to feel afraid.

Suddenly, he pulled back. His face was all red and he looked rather shocked.

“What was that?”

Samantha grinned. She probably should have said something soothing, but instead, she replied:

“You were doing a good job. I was showing my appreciation.”

“You squeezed my head!”

She nodded:

“Yes. And I loved it. So do it again!”

He stared at her. There was a pause as he tried to make up his mind. She spread her legs and grinned.

Then, slowly, he got back there.