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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: big easy on July 10, 2021, 03:35:30 am
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This is a story that I commissioned El_Roy_1999 to write for me. It's an Idea I had in mine for a long time but never had time to put pen to paper. Now that it's complete, I will post a part of it everyday (with the permission of El_Roy himself). This story features Female and male muscle growth, de-aging and pregnancy (in the back half of the story). I hope you enjoy!
Rejuvenation
“Ma’am, you didn’t have to come down to the labs. We could have brought everything up to your office!”
The young scientist was blushing and trying to justify himself. Mildred hardly cared. Taking care of the actual work and walking the shop floor had built her fortune and she wouldn’t stop now. At least as long as she could still walk. It was a bit of a marvel, really. The famous Mildred Thorne, lifelong CEO of Thorne Pharmaceuticals and Thorne Cosmetics, 109 years old, was still in charge. Sure, she could no longer stride easily through the factories and labs and take in all the ideas flying around, but she still insisted on being there, even with her walker. She looked up at the young man. He was cute, she had to give him that. Tall, curly red hair, freckles, a pointy nose … He reminded her of that actor … What was his name? She sighed. That was the trouble with being this old. All those things you should remember were getting less and less relevant, simply because most of the people you could remember from your youth were dead and buried together with their children and, well, grandchildren. Mildred had never expected to reach this biblical age, and somehow, she had always been busy. Now she had no heir and no family. Sure, there were probably some strange fifth generation relatives, but she had preferred to put all her money into a trust then to find it in the hands of some happy-go-lucky idiot.
“Young man, I haven’t gotten this far by hiding in my office. Tell me what I need to know!”
The old woman’s voice was slightly cracking, but there was still a force and clarity of mind behind it. The young researcher looked at her with admiration. She was truly ancient, with a wrinkled, almost grey face, a surprisingly full head of white, permed hair and intelligent, sparkling blue eyes. At the same time, she was incredibly old and decades of osteoporosis had shrunk her down to a mere four feet. She followed him eagerly with her walker, slowly moving her legs and maintaining her tension as good as she could.
“Okay …” He was nervous. After all, she still had the final word on all new products. Sure, her maxim was ‘Say yes!’, but he didn’t want to screw this up. “Okay. We have created an experimental compound that should be able to reverse menopause in women. We’ve had preliminary testing and it’s looking good. After all, with people taking longer and longer to have children, and complications increasing beyond a certain age, it’s …” The ancient woman nodded slowly. Yes. That was a problem. Having a solution there …
“That is promising, young man. But does it affect the rest of the body too? Getting pregnant is fine, but if a woman can’t support the child, it’s a recipe for disaster!” He seemed relieved.
“Ah, ma’am, that is a good point. It does have certain de-ageing properties. We have yet to determine how great they actually are, but that would obviously require a longer-term study. I would say that combining it with several other treatments might increase the effect and make things easier …”
The billionaire nodded slowly. “Good. I’ll have your data reviewed and if everything checks out, you’ll get all the funding you need.”
"Very well. Thank you very much, ma’am.”
“Yes, yes.” She thought for a moment, then said: “Why don’t you come visit me for dinner?” She turned to her secretary. “Emily, do I have time tonight?” The young woman nodded. “Very well. Then come visit me tonight at the penthouse. Just business casual, nothing too fancy.” “Of course, ma’am.” She nodded again and set off with her walker. Time to check the rest of the department.
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Good start! I like age regression stories, they are very rare.
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Thank you! It's a bit of a slow build, but it will pick up fast!
The evening came and the young man was buzzed in by Mildred’s assistant. He had done his best to look good, combing his hair and putting on a tweed jacket that screamed college professor. Emily led him inside the penthouse. It was perfectly kept, very clean and it gave him intense 1950s vibes. The old woman appeared, wearing a shapeless black dress. Her hair was as white as snow and her face was made up in a very reduced style.
She smiled at him: “Do you like it? I had it designed by Le Corbusier in … when was it … 1948? Niemeyer was furious when I didn’t let him give it a try, but I told him I didn’t want it to look like a plane or a fruit bowl!” She chuckled. The young man nodded, a little unsure. The old woman reminisced for a moment, then said: “Anyway, you must be starving. Come on, Kyong Hi has something wonderful prepared for us.” Using her walker, she led the way and they soon found themselves at a rather intimate dining room table. As they ate, the old woman asked: “Do you like it? It’s a favorite.”
He nodded. “It’s great. Korean?”
“Actually, it’s a bit of a fusion thing. I need to be careful with what I eat at my age. It can be a little rough on the stomach …” She looked out of the window, the lights of the city below shining. “It’s funny. The only thing in my body that’s still working are my teeth. I didn’t expect that.” She drifted off a little. “Actually, I didn’t expect to last this long … And now, it’s ending. You know, at my age, there isn’t much I can still expect. But … Your drug … It gave me hope.”
“It did?”
“Yes. Maybe this is one last thing I should try. Produce an heir, if you want.”
“You would try this on yourself?”
“Why not? What’s the worst that could happen?” She laughed, which sounded more like a wheeze. “Besides, one shouldn’t sell a thing that one doesn’t trust. Imagine a baker not eating his own bread!”
“Well, I think it should be okay. It is a bit … challenging to try it at your age, because …”
“Because I am old. Yes. That’s obvious to me. Still, you’ll be hard pressed to find someone who is able to get the medical experts I can have easily.”
“Very well. I will prepare the treatment and then, we’ll see.” The old woman sighed happily. Maybe she could have this last wish too …
It took a few weeks to prepare everything. The old woman followed the developments attentively and almost neglected her other businesses. She was as excited for this as never before. It seemed as if she had already recovered a part of her vitality. When Michael, the young man, came up to her penthouse, she smiled eagerly.
“Do you have it?”
“Absolutely. Here it is.” He placed a set of vials on the table. “It’s a long-term treatment. You should at least use it for half a year before trying to conceive. I would also recommend daily exercise, preferably with appropriate, but higher resistances.” She nodded. That was no problem. Then he added: “Another thing. You probably should use this too.” He placed another vial on the table. “It’s a steroid we developed in conjunction with the menopause drug. It should support your muscular recovery without too many negative side-effects.”
“Very well. I trust you will want to monitor my progress?”
“Certainly. That would be great.”
“Good. Then I expect you to be here tomorrow at … Let’s make this seven. I want to start early!”
He nodded and left soon after.
At night, Mildred had the strangest dream. She was running freely over a beach, her hair blowing in the wind. With every bouncing step, her body seemed to soar even higher, and she could feel an incredible freedom. Eventually, she calmed down and sat down by the crashing waves. There was a strange warmth within her, a kind of energy that spread through her body, filling her with a sensation of deep comfort. She ran her hand over her belly, which was somehow swelling up now, then she felt a sharp kick which almost took her breath away. She awoke in the depth of the night. It was a strange feeling. There was an overwhelming melancholy, but also a glimmer of hope. She sighed. Maybe this would really happen … She could dream it, so maybe … maybe it would become reality. She closed her eyes, hoping to return to her dream. It was gone, but it lingered on her mind.
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It's certainly good :) Eagerly waiting for continuation.
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At last, it was seven o’clock. Her assistants had already prepared everything for her. There was a lot of food, much more than she usually ate, and there was a lot of protein. She wasn’t too sure she would be able to eat all this. The scientist arrived five minutes early and sat down with her. He wanted to explain the exact effects and structure of the drug, but Mildred wasn’t interested.
She just put her hand on his and said: “Michael, I am 109 years old. The worst thing that could happen is that I could die. Do you believe there’s still some life left I might miss if this doesn’t work? I trust you and I want to get started. As I said, I don’t have that much time.”
She smiled warmly and he nodded: “Very well, ma’am. I’ll give you two injections: First the drug to reverse the menopause, then the steroid. Then you should eat, and then, you’ll have to exercise.”
“Very well. Then let’s get started.”
He got up and took some time looking at her thin, frail arms. Then he shook his head. “Ma’am, this isn’t going to work. I need to inject this at a safe place. The drugs need to go into your muscle and … there simply isn’t enough.”
She sighed. As he hesitated, she said: “Well, you’re the scientist. Come up with a solution!”
“Uh … Well … I’ll have to check and see if there’s a safe area to inject you.”
“So what should I do? Take off my clothes?”
The young man swallowed. “Should I go outside?”
The old woman lifted an eyebrow. Then she produced a cough that might have been a laugh. “No, no, you can stay. I am well past any vanities. Besides, you’ll have to find the right place.”
He nodded, blushing. Ms. Thorne called for an assistant which helped her out of her clothes. The researcher was rather shocked by what he saw, despite the fact that he shouldn’t have been surprised. The woman was truly ancient, her neck skin hanging down like a turkey’s gullet. Her shoulders were very slim, leading into a pair of empty, hanging breasts, which rested on a slumping belly whose skin also hung down over her crotch. Her butt was an empty sack of skin and her thin, sticklike legs made her look like a misshapen hen.
She saw his barely concealed disgust and laughed: “Not what you expected, huh? Sadly, at my age, even money won’t help my looks much. But maybe your invention will. So, pick a place!”
Embarrassed, the young man examined her until he decided to go with her butt. He injected her quickly and said: “Alright. This should do it. Next you should eat, and then, it’s time to train.” Once this was done, the researcher quickly recorded her vitals to make sure he could document her development.
She got dressed again, then did as she was told and did her best to eat as much as she could. It took some time and in the end, she left a lot of it on the table. Groaning, she got up, reaching for her walker. With slow, careful steps, she walked over to the room that had been converted into a rather simple gym. The trainer she had hired, a strong young man who did his best to appear more as a nurse than as a fitness coach, directed her to the first exercise.
Michael stayed around, watching her work out to see if anything strange happened. The training was as basic as possible. Some very light isometrics and a few careful exercises using minimal weights was all the trainer wanted to risk. Half an hour later, it was already over and the coach carefully massaged her to protect her from any problems with her posture. After this, the old woman left to rest.
Michael turned to the trainer: “What do you think?”
“Me? I don’t see the point, really. But if it helps her and she wants it, why not?”
“You mean the training, right?”
“Yes? Is there anything else I need to know?”
The scientist produced a blank expression. “I don’t think so.”
The strong young man wasn’t entirely convinced. He did pack up and leave soon after.
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Good stuff! Anxiously awaiting part II.
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Another quality story by Roy. Nice commission idea.
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A great update and a intriguing story!
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Three months in, he was there again, it was morning and she was already eating as he came in.
“Good morning, Michael. How are you today?”
She smiled broadly at him, her face radiant. Was it just him or was her neck actually firming up? He knew that the drug would improve the skin structure, but she was really looking younger now. Well, she looked at most like an eighty-year-old. He chuckled.
“I’m fine. Ms. Thorne, you’re looking much better. All rested and happy!”
“All thanks to you and to dear Simon, my trainer. You’re both such a big help.” She helped herself to another serving. “I’ve been thinking, Michael. Since this is working so well, what about increasing the dosage? Not of the drug, but of the steroid? I love how it makes me feel, it makes me more assertive, more motivated and hungrier. And the muscles develop nicely.”
“Well, ma’am, I certainly could do that, but I’m not sure it is such a good idea, after all …”
She gave him a slightly annoyed look. Michael realized that this woman wasn’t used to refusals. He relented:
“We could try a slightly higher dosage, I guess. It doesn’t interfere with the drug itself, so …”
She smiled: “Wonderful. Then we should start right away. I’m going to train now, and I want the boost immediately.”
He nodded and prepared the injections. After finishing her meal, she took off her robe and he stared. She was still incredibly old and wrinkly, but there was now a certain tension to her body. She stood a little straighter, she even seemed taller. Even though she was ancient, she had changed her frailty into a spryness that suggested some kind of hidden strength. Also, her body had filled out a little, her arms and legs no longer stick-thin.
She turned around, presenting her butt. The movement was still slow and careful, but it was no longer as hesitant.
Michael blurted out: “Wow … That’s much better!”
The old woman chuckled: “Is this how you think, Michael?”
“Uh …” He blushed up to his ears. “It’s just … I am happy my invention works!”
“So am I, Michael, so am I. Now get on with it!”
Obeying, he injected her. Once he was done, she put the robe back on and walked to the gym slowly. Only when she was halfway there did Michael realize she was no longer using her walker. He wasn’t sure of what to make of it and rushed towards her to offer her his arm as a support, but she just frowned at him:
“You’re kind, but it isn’t necessary. Not anymore.” Then she cocked her head a bit. “For short distances. But you see, your treatment is working.”
He took a step back and smiled, slightly embarrassed by this. Then again, he was proud of his work. The old woman disappeared into her gym, leaving him standing. He wondered how far she would take it.
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A very interesting first couple of parts. Great work.
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Wow... can't wait for next Installment
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Time seemed to fly now. The old woman was making great progress and with her sticking rigorously to her schedule. Her look was changing fast. The drugs and the exercise built her muscles up again, and her bones reformed. Every day, Simon would massage her muscles and stretch her out, giving her recovering skeleton the space it needed to stabilize. The walker would have started to gather dust if the old woman wasn’t constantly surrounded by a flock of maids and servants who catered to her every whim. She still walked slowly and carefully, but the times of short, shuffling steps and wobbly movements were gone. When she walked over the shop floor, talking to the workers, she appeared confident and strong.
Still, the best part, she declared, was that she could finally sleep all through the night. The many little troubles of being this ancient had disappeared. She felt liberated.
“Doctor, you’re doing wonders on me, I tell you. It’s amazing.”
She smiled happily at him, her face still looking old, but somehow, she had recovered her vigor. Maybe it was the make-up. She did have a cosmetologist at her place every day to prepare her for the day now. The woman worked fortifying cremes into her skin and made sure she looked her best.
Her skin had become thicker and rosy again. She even went outside to tan once, but returned soon enough.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think this is appropriate for me.”
Michael hesitated. He had to admit that he was fascinated by this woman. Sure, a certain familiarity had set in after visiting every day over seven months. They talked about all kinds of things, and the further the treatment progressed, the better her memory seemed to become. Her voice recovered its strength and she changed her outfits subtly to move away from the bag-like dresses she wore in the beginning. Lately, she had switched to simpler outfits that emphasized her returning figure a bit. Right now, she was wearing a deep blue forties style dress which she hadn’t worn in decades. It showed off her slim waist and her slowly improving calves. Still, she combined it with a cardigan to maintain her modesty.
He asked:
“Why is that?”
“Ah, Michael, I am very, very old. When I was a young girl, the sunburnt look … it wasn’t appropriate. The peasant girls were all golden brown, so if you wanted to be a beauty, you had to be pale.” She sighed. “Now of course, you could say that this is ancient history, but there are tastes you acquire
early and it’s hard to break them.”
“Certainly, ma’am. I really have no idea of how things were … I mean, I heard about life in the past at school and I saw some documentaries, but …”
His voice drifted off as he realized he was probably insulting the woman now. She smiled:
“Don’t worry, Michael. I know that I am a relic of the past. It’s my pride and joy. And that I feel more alive now is a blessing you gave me.”
He blushed, but was relieved. She continued:
“I have been thinking … Michael, would you accompany me on an evening in town? Nothing fancy, just a thing I’ve been missing all those years.”
The young man hesitated, then said:
“Of course. What do you have in mind?”
“Oh, maybe a nice restaurant, then a concert … or even a dance?”
“Are you sure that you can already do this?”
“I wouldn’t worry. We’re not going to do any rock’n’roll, are we?”
He sighed and agreed. It was a little like going to a dance with his grandmother or some ancient aunt.
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Indeed, after an excellent dinner, they ended up at a ballroom that played modernized, slightly fused swing and jazz. She hooked her arm around his and let him lead her inside. Some people were wearing period outfits and were showing of their skills as dancers. They watched from their table. Mildred smiled:
“Back in the day, I knew how to do a few of these tricks. But I doubt my knees could still bear that
strain.”
Michael shrugged:
“If you continue like this, you will soon be able to do this again.”
“You think so? That would be a dream. I loved dancing back in the day. Do you know how to dance?”
“Uh … I heard you gotta try and spell your name with your butt.”
The old woman gave him a confused look:
“You heard that? How strange. I will show you. Come with me.”
Mildred took his arm and led him on the dancefloor carefully. “Put your feet here and here, now put your hand on my waist …”
He hesitated. She noticed his nervousness and said: “I won’t eat you.”
He did as he was told.
“Now give me your hand and follow my steps. You should be leading, but we live in the future, don’t we?”
He nodded. This was definitely the future!
Two hours later, the taxi brought them back to her home. She was happy and a little tipsy from the two glasses of champagne she had drunk. They had danced for a bit, slowly, carefully. She had him lead after a bit of trying. The dance hadn’t been much, but the band had played some slow, elegant pieces and they had enjoyed themselves. Despite his hesitation, Michael had liked the evening. Mildred had regaled him with some anecdotes about long dead celebrities, but she had a certain charm and humor to it, so she could really make them come alive in her stories. He had managed to keep up with some strange science trivia and a few stories of his own. All in all, it was a splendid evening. He did have to carry her back to the taxi, though. Her legs had simply given out under her.
As he said goodbye, the maids already swarming her to make sure she was alright, he thanked her for the pleasant evening. She smiled, there was a pause, and then he went home. He walked the streets alone for a while, wondering what he was getting himself into …
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I'm waiting for more
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Sorry for not posting the last few days, busy weekend! Here's the next portion:
Their outing wasn’t the last. Indeed, the two were growing closer and closer. Nine months in, she had the tennis court at her mansion reopened. It had been gathering weeds since she rarely left her penthouse and the company building anymore, but now that her life was returning to her, she liked
to go there in her free time. She had invited Michael to join her there one Sunday morning. He came in just as she finished her workout with Simon. The old woman stood and looked at her reflection in the full-length mirrors. She was astonished by how good she looked. Her body made her appear like a woman in her sixties, and one that had kept fit all her life. Her face was still ancient, but her active new life and the work of her
beautician made her look surprisingly young. All in all, she was changing for the better, becoming stronger and happier with every passing day.
Right now, she was wearing a pair of bloomer-like trunks that showed off her well-shaped legs. Her calves had grown into tight, hard muscles and her thighs had become bigger and tougher, losing their sticklike look on the way. She pressed one leg on tiptoes to bring out her calves and smiled. The look
of her shapely legs made her happy.
As a top, she was wearing a kind of blouse that covered her torso completely, but her arms had firmed up considerably, the flabs of skin that hung from her upper arms having receded over time. Her skin was still old and wrinkled, but there was a kind of energetic glow to it now. She posed a little more and then saw Michael in the reflection.
“Ah, here you are. It’s wonderful, don’t you think? Your treatment is a miracle!”
Her posture had further improved and she must have grown a few inches simply from recovering her bone mass. Also, her hair had turned fuller again.
She flexed her arm and there was the slightest bump forming under her skin. Michael had to admit he was impressed by the formula’s success. Simon nodded from the background.
He added: “I have never seen anything like it.”
“Thank you. It’s a pleasure to see you happy!”
She turned to him and said: “You know what? I wasn’t sure I’d like it, but I enjoy working out. Not only because it makes me
stronger … It allows me to clear my head. I think I will continue it.” She looked at Simon. “I think we can make it more intense, unless the doctor has any objections.”
“No, not at all. As long as you don’t overdo it and you feel comfortable?”
“Oh, I am very, very comfortable with it. By the way, could you increase the dosage?”
“Of the drug?”
“No, no. I think this is just right. Of the steroid. I think it’s doing wonders for me.”
“Yes, of course. Why not? But we should be careful and keep you monitored.”
“My dear Michael, I am probably the most monitored woman on the planet. As long as you say that it doesn’t interfere with my plan, then I’m glad.”
“Then we can do this.”
“Wonderful. Now, Michael, do you play tennis?”
He blushed. “I’ll have to say no again.”
She gave him a benign smile, seeming almost embarrassed by his admission.
“They didn’t teach you much in the way of life, did they?”
“Well … I am mostly a nerd, you see …”
“You’ll have to show me what you can do once in a while.” He blushed even worse now. “But today,
we play tennis.”
With these words, she sent him down to the court while she went to change into her dress.
Michael waited for her at the tennis court. One of the maids had brought him an outfit, including shoes, shorts and a shirt. The clothes fit him perfectly, he wondered how they figured that out, but he still felt awkward. He had looked at his reflection in the changing booth and couldn’t help thinking that he looked like one of these oafish young men that had sometimes showed up at his laboratory, pushed by some wealthy donor. They would feign interest in science for a few hours, then disappear to either play with their phones or try to chat up the female engineers. And now, he was looking like one, with the exception that he had his long thin pale limbs and the thick glasses. He was a worst-case fop-nerd.
Mildred came to the court moments later. Her step had a certain spring to it and she was wearing a midi tennis dress in shining white. Her white hair was tied into a bun and she carried her racket with perfect ease.
“You look smart, Michael. I like it!”
“You think so, ma’am?”
“Yes, yes. It fits you! The red hair, the white shirt … It looks great. To think that they used to teach us
that redheads were somehow evil …” She grinned wickedly. “Are you evil, Michael?”
“I try not to, ma’am.”
“Good!” She took a ball and let it bounce, easily catching it again. “Let’s play some tennis, then.”
She walked to her half of the court. Then she stopped and said:
“Oh, one thing … We’ve spent so much time together now, Michael, I think you should stop saying
‘ma’am’. Just call me Mildred, will you?”
“Yes, ma’am, er … Mildred. I’ll do my best!”
“Very well!”
She tossed the ball up and hit it with the racket rather easily. It wasn’t a particularly powerful serve. The shot was a casual, amateur affair. But Michael could see that the woman was incredibly happy with it. She was in control again. Also, Michael missed the ball, whiffing the racket pointlessly.
He wanted to explain something, to say that he was sorry, but Mildred didn’t even care.
Instead, she said: “Don’t bother. I’ve got more. Try this one!”
The game went on for a while. After a few shots, Michael actually managed to return some serves and soon enough, they managed to play a few rounds. This was all very friendly and relaxed, but Michael could sense that Mildred wanted more. Her competitive, intense nature was showing
through and he could see her frustration at the limits of her body. Eventually, they were done. Michael was sweaty and exhausted. His face was a deep red from the strain and the sun and he looked as if he was about to collapse. Mildred wasn’t looking much better, but she did her best to hide it.
“That was great. We have to do this again soon.”
The young man took a deep breath.
“Yes … but maybe not right away …”
She grinned: “Did I wear you out?”
“Uh … The ball certainly did … I don’t think I have ever moved so much in the last few years.”
“You’ll get used to it!”
The old woman was tremendously pleased with herself.
“You know, Michael, I love this treatment. I feel so strong, so in control … It’s like a second spring for
me. Thank you very much for making this.”
He nodded as his heart rate finally went down to normal.
“It’s a pleasure … Mildred. Now I’d love to take a shower …”
“Come along, you can use the bathroom in the house.”
He followed her inside, surprised by the growing familiarity.
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Awesome! I really like how it goes. I am curious if her face and skin will become younger too :)
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Awesome! I really like how it goes. I am curious if her face and skin will become younger too :)
She will, but not until she becomes pregnant.
Soon enough, Mildred was a year into her treatment, and she decided to throw a little party for the people who made her transformation possible. Apparently, she owned a private island down south, a beautiful place with a nice beach and a house, and they all flew over there together. A boat would
bring them to the island. The higher dosage of her steroid treatment had really pushed her to a new level. Simon was very impressed by her results. Her relentless adherence to his training schedule and nutrition had given her a slightly muscled body that certainly surpassed most women’s, regardless of their age. Her physique was quite impressive now. She was no bodybuilder, but she probably could have passed as low-level fitness model now. The newly improved musculature held her aged body together and gave her a certain intensity. Simon had incorporated a rather challenging stretching and flexibility routine, and she was loving the results. Sure, she complained about some moves being difficult and even painful, but being able to touch her toes with her fingers for the first time in decades was worth it. Mildred now had Michael around for tennis twice a week, and he was getting the hang of it. Although he still wasn’t buff or even fit, the regular exercise made him stronger and more comfortable in his skin. She had also started golfing again, eschewing the cart and instead wandering the grounds with her caddy. For her, it was astonishing to compare her look now to the decrepit creature she had been a year ago. The more intense nutrition and the drug allowed her to rebuild her skeleton, and now, she was standing strong again, her muscles supporting her ramrod-straight back. She still wasn’t tall by any measure, but she now stood at a comfortable 5’7”. The next step for her was to start horse riding again. She had hesitated for a while, afraid of what would happen should she fall, but now that she was this fit again, she decided she could risk it. For now, though, her primary concern was the party.
They got off the boat directly at the beach. They could have taken the pier, but Mildred was too excited and just jumped into the sea. She was wearing a deep blue one-piece swimsuit that was surprisingly high cut. Her personal couturière had made it for her, and it perfectly showed off her newly trim body. One could even see the hint of her abs through the fabric. Not that she had a sixpack, but there were two sets of lines that made it clear that she would soon have one. With a few powerful strokes, she swam towards the beach. She rolled on her back, the waves carrying her for a bit, and shouted:
“Michael, Simon, come on in! The water is perfect!”
The two men hesitated. Simon was wearing a tanktop and shorts, showing off his buff physique. Michael, on the other hand, was in his Hawaiian shirt and trunks. He had grown a little fitter from all the sports and dancing with Mildred, but he was still reluctant about his body. The maids and assistants on the ship watched happily as their mistress swam on. They too had relaxed a bit for this trip. As Mildred swam on, Michael took a decision and jumped from the boat. He landed in the warm, salty water and immediately did his best to follow her. She laughed as he came closer, then swam off a little further, teasing him.
Eventually, they reached the beach and climbed out of the water. Simon followed them a little later, while the maids and servants got off at the pier. They immediately went to work on finishing setting up the place, while Mildred dried herself off and then went to show the island to her guests. When they returned, everything was ready and they sat in the sand together. Drinks were served and as the sun went down, they lit a fire. They ate and once they were sated, one of the maids, Nina, took out a guitar and played a few songs. Kyong Hi joined in, and then the others. They sang, they
danced in the sand, and finally, Michael realized that he was tired. He turned to Mildred and asked:
“I’m going to turn in. Where can I sleep?”
She laughed and pointed at the beach, but then, she replied:
“I’m going to show you. Come with me.”
She got up easily and led him to the house.
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This is coming along extremely well. I love the rejuvenation aspect!
We need more stories that explore rejuvenation.
And the two main characters are very appealing. Wonderful wonderful story so far.
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Being restrained in the rate of progress has allowed the story to build a very high level of suspense!
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Glad you're enjoying, Jaguar! I completely agree that there should be more age regression stories, even age progression.
Inside, it was dark and quiet. The music drifted over softly from the beach, there was occasional laughter. As she led him to his room, they both realized just how close they had grown over the last year. Michael had told her about his nerdy pastimes and she quite liked them, although she couldn’t fully understand his fascination. She did like this passion, though. Meanwhile, she enjoyed his conversation, his eagerness to try new things with her, and his
dedication, both to her and his work. She opened the door of the room and said:
“There’s a bathroom there, and here’s the bed.”
He smiled in the darkness and answered:
“Thank you …” He paused. “… for everything. I’m amazed by your … progress.”
“It’s me that should be thankful, you know?”
She could tell he was blushing. She continued:
“You know how I’ll need a man to … get pregnant?”
He obviously blushed even more.
“Uh …”
“I know this is history’s worst pickup line, but …”
They both fell silent.
She took his hand and led it to her waist. He could feel the muscle under her skin. His other hand soon followed suit. She opened her mouth slightly and kissed him. He followed suit. Moments later, they were on the bed, carefully finding the right position. They slipped out of their salty clothes, Michael ran his hand through her hair. It was shining in the darkness, perfectly white. They kissed again. The salt and the sweat were enticing. He traced the soft lines on her belly, up to her small breasts, then to her collarbone, to her neck and to her jaw, finally to her cheek. She was still looking old, but he couldn’t help finding her tremendously attractive.
With a smirk, she reached down, finding his penis and running her fingers over it. He breathed in sharply. Her fingers were surprisingly strong and she made it abundantly clear that she perfectly knew what she wanted. She whispered:
“I’ll grow stronger with you … I’ll have the child I wanted, and I will make you happy.”
He breathed heavily as she rubbed him:
“I am … happy.”
She kissed him.
“Good … I had my share of sadness. Now I want to enjoy life …”
They kissed again, he lowered one hand and suddenly, she felt his finger on her sex. She bit her lip.
“Oooh … This is good.”
With a chuckle, she wrapped her strong, sinewy legs around him and pulled them together.
“I love this …”
She felt his hand explore her further and started gyrating her hips gently to experience it more
intensely.
“Aaah … I’ve … missed this for sooo long …”
He was probably a deep crimson now, but it was dark, so how would anybody tell? Mildred slowly moved away his hand now, letting him inside her. She sighed happily as he found his rhythm. She echoed his movements, holding to him just tight enough for him to get lost in her desire. As he continued, she whispered:
“Imagine me all big and strong, glowing and expecting … That would be wonderful, don’t you think? My body, all taut and hard under yours … You could caress my belly, feel your child grow … Wouldn’t that be great? I want this so much …”
He was completely mesmerized by her words, her movements, her warmth, everything. He wanted her, he longed to be with her as she changed, he wanted to fulfill her dreams …
“Yes … I … Oh … Ooh … Ooooh …”
She tightened herself brutally, squeezing every drop from him and sinking her strong fingers into his back.
“Wow …”
There was a pause that seemed to last an eternity. Eventually, he rolled to the side, his body hot and sweaty. She slipped her hand between her legs and smiled at him. There was nothing more to say.
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They spent a few more days on the island, enjoying the warmth and the sun. It wasn’t very big, but one could go on walks and be alone, or together, without much trouble. Michael and Mildred used this amply. They disappeared for hours, exploring the island together like young lovers and enjoying
the sights. Of course, Michael got terribly sunburnt on the first day, but Mildred insisted on putting soothing cream on his shoulders and nose and he recovered quickly. Once that moment had passed, he just wore a shirt and a cap, while Mildred preferred her swimsuit and a big floppy hat. Somehow, being here lifted a tremendous weight off her shoulders. As they wandered through the palm groves, she said:
“Did you know that this is my first real vacation in decades?”
“It is? Wow. How did you manage this for so long? I mean, I’m basically a workaholic myself, but I still need a week or two off every year.”
Her face showed a slight melancholy.
“There was no one left to spend time with me. I mean, sure, I had my employees and some of the older business partners, and I did occasionally hire a young man from that special service … But my family is long dead, my friends too …” She sighed. “I do have some great-grandnephews by my cousins, but we’re not close or anything. I haven’t seen them in years. I assume that some secretary of mine writes them little cards for the holidays and the birthdays, but … They’re not relevant.”
He took her hand and smiled. The white stripe on his nose looked a little ridiculous, but he was kinda cute to her.
“It must be tough. I have two sisters. We’re pretty close and I try to visit them at every holiday. I’m a quadruple uncle by now. Is that the way to put it?”
“I wouldn’t know. Back in my day, I would have said that you have four nieces and nephews.”
“But wouldn’t that make eight?”
She raised an eyebrow, then grinned:
“Doctor, you are a big nerd, you know that?”
“I know that, ma’am.”
She laughed:
“Anyway, this is why I want to have kids. If your drug works the way you said, and for now, it’s doing great, then I am going to have that, and it will be wonderful.”
He nodded.
“Did you already pick a father?”
She frowned at him. Was he really this naïve?
“Well, my parents would have disowned me if I brought home an Irish boy, but … since they didn’t leave me one red cent and they’ve been dead for
eighty years, I think I could make an exception.
”He blushed. It looked completely absurd with his sunburnt cheeks.
“Seriously? Me?”
“Yes … Why not? You’re smart, you’re nice, you’re funny? What’s not to love?”
Michael was at loss for words. She held his hand a little stronger and he could feel the power of her muscles. She was really quite intense now. Then she pulled him after her, leading him to a cool part under the palms.
“We’ll have to practice, of course.”
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I'm really glad you commissioned this story, it has been an excellent read. It hits all the right notes with me: natural dialogue, slow growth, a solid foundation in the progress of a romance, tasteful discretion in the erotic aspects. I have a feeling things might accelerate, but I'm eager to see that too. El Roy wrote it, but I suspect your input had a positive influence on the product. Good job both of you.
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I'm really glad you commissioned this story, it has been an excellent read. It hits all the right notes with me: natural dialogue, slow growth, a solid foundation in the progress of a romance, tasteful discretion in the erotic aspects. I have a feeling things might accelerate, but I'm eager to see that too. El Roy wrote it, but I suspect your input had a positive influence on the product. Good job both of you.
Thank you! I did give him a long basic outline of how I wanted it to go down and threw some input as he was writing it, but he did an amazing job putting it together and giving the characters depth and chemistry. We're almost at the half way point, but things will accelerate once she become pregnant.
Mildred stuck to her training routine while on the island. Simon suggested maybe doing lighter workouts for the vacation, but instead, she insisted on increasing the intensity. She would work out in the early morning, doing some calisthenics and running in the sand to warm up, before lifting weights as the day warmed up. Michael watched her as she was exhausted herself. He was surprised. Her body was still old and wrinkly, but there was a lot of underlying power there now. She was quite buff, at least for an old woman. He also couldn’t help noticing that she was showing off her physique a bit now. Her training outfit was now quite tight and her pants ended at her knees, clinging to her grown thighs. As to her top, she was now usually wearing a tank-top, which also did little to hide her power. As she finished a particularly intense workout, she sat up, her body glistening with sweat.
“Say, Michael, why don’t you join me?”
“Me? Workout? I don’t know … I never tried …”
“Come on, it’s fun. You can really feel your body.”
“I’m not sure I’d …”
“Come here. Simon, why don’t you show him some light exercises for now?”
The coach chuckled and said:
“If you don’t mind …”
Michael hesitated, then he nodded vaguely.
“Okay … I’ll try.”
The training went well and he felt good once he was done. Everything was great and he did enjoy Simon’s encouragements and compliments. Having Mildred so close to him and watching him was also nice.
The rough awakening came two days later when they were supposed to leave the island and he absolutely couldn’t move because of his muscles’ soreness. It was really, really bad and he swore not to do this again. Of course, Mildred insisted that he did, so he started training every other day with her. It took him a while to get used to it, but after a bit, he started to feel the effects, and he quite liked his new strength and toughness.
Things were looking up.
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I love this story. Hope this is not the end. I also hope that he starts working out and building some muscle. Epic great to see muscle symmetry between the two.
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I love this story. Hope this is not the end. I also hope that he starts working out and building some muscle. Epic great to see muscle symmetry between the two.
Glad to see you're enjoying it! Don't worry, we're not even at the halfway point yet so there's much more to come. Michael will also be building some muscle, so stay tuned ;)
A while later, Michael went to a conference to speak about the recent developments in his field. Of course, officially, the drug was still in development. The fact that Mildred was using it was a well-kept secret. He had just finished his presentation of the current findings when he received a message from her. It was obviously important. After all, she never wrote him. He excused himself for a moment and went to the backstage area. He opened the message and saw a picture of a bloodied tampon.
“It’s working.”
Michael nodded. Then he smiled.
He wrote back:
“Wonderful! How do you feel?”
“Bad. I hate it already. I haven’t had my period in sixty years. But I’m glad. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. So we’re getting ready?”
“I think so. I’m looking forward to it!”
“Me too.”
He could feel a wave of intense happiness wash over him. As he returned to the auditorium, he felt as if he was walking on air.
“Okay, sorry for that interruption. Personal stuff. Any questions?”
With Mildred, things were not going to be relaxed and unplanned. Once he was back, he was presented with a kind of schedule that made it very clear that she was going to be pregnant within a month. She also made him increase the dosage of both the drug and the steroid to make sure it would work. Michael wasn’t entirely sure this was a good idea. Not that he thought that the medication would have any ill effects, but he was reluctant of increasing the stress. She wouldn’t hear it.
A week later, she called him:
“Michael, I think it’s time!”
“Uh … I’ll have to finish this and …”
She cut him off.
“Now. Now would be the right time.”
“Okay. I’m … I’m coming.”
It was a strange feeling, simply because she took control of his life at such a level. He felt good with her, it was just … hard, sometimes. He saved his work, jotted down where he had stopped and packed up his things. Smiling at his assistant, he said:
“The boss needs me. I’ll be back tomorrow.”
The young woman chuckled. There were rumors about Michael’s “special relationship” with the owner.
Soon enough, he was in the elevator, he got out and he was greeted by one of the maids.
“Ma’am is already waiting for you. Please hurry.”
He blushed and walked quickly past her.
“I’m doing all I can, you know?”
“Yes, you are doing fine, sir, but you know how she is.”
He nodded. Moments later, he stepped inside the bedroom.
“Finally.”
Mildred was there, lying on the bed. The young man stopped in his tracks. He didn’t expect … this. She was resting comfortably on the mattress, her back propped up on some pillows. And she was … sexy!
It was a little difficult to process for him. Okay, she was still very, very old, but her makeup artist had done his best to make her look attractive, and it worked. Her lips were red and rather full, her eyes seemed big and alluring, her skin was glowing … She had her hair open, like a silvery-white halo around her head. It was now long and full, its thick strands adding to her recovered vigor. Mildred was wearing a red bra that held and pushed up her small, yet now firm breasts, as well as a pair of dark stockings that clung to her now stronger, almost muscular legs. Instead of some panties, she had picked a kind of ultra-short skirt of the same red color and Michael couldn’t help getting horny.
She grinned:
“You like what you see?”
“I … I … Wow …”
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C’mon Michael, step up to the plate. In a way I hope she does not become pregnant this time so they can have a few more months of progressively growing to the same age and growing muscle.
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She waited for him to climb on the bed next to her. He wasn’t sure of how to deal with this right now … Sure, they had been making love for a while now, but this time, it all seemed less casual and more like a service to be performed. Without any hesitation, she rolled over to him and started undoing his fly. He hesitated, but she wouldn’t stop. With a few pulls of her strong hands, she got his pants off him and revealed his boxers. They were a special silk set she had made for him. She wanted him to feel comfortable and stylish after all. Mildred reached inside and he felt her fingers on his cock, then on his balls. He was getting hard alright …
She cupped his sack and it seemed as if she was weighing it.
“You’ve been saving yourself up for me?”
“Uh …” He didn’t want to tell her that he’d mostly been too busy to even think about jerking off. After all, work was still going on. “Yeah …”
“Good …”
She finished pulling his pants off and got his boxers down too. He was lying there in his t-shirt, bottom-less and feeling a bit exposed. The old woman licked her ruby lips and ran her pointy tongue over his cock while still fondling his balls. He shivered. This was hot, but … It was also so stressful. After all, she expected him to perform. Could he really disappoint her? She licked his dick, circling his head with her tongue, tracing his veins. He groaned.
“Wow … You’re good at this …”
She cocked an eyebrow and grinned:
“Experience.”
Mildred climbed on top of him now, spreading her legs and slipping herself on his cock. She wasn't the tightest due to her age and "experience" but boy was she wet. He still felt as if he were in a lab, but at least, it was a good feeling …
She directed his hands on her hips and started gently riding him. He felt her muscles shift and tighten under her ancient skin. It was an interesting contrast. She was really fit now, even as she was truly ancient. The muscle was truly everywhere. He was astonished to feel her grip on him, massaging his cock, rubbing it and squeezing him. Soon, she was breathing faster, producing little gasps. He felt his vision blurring as she continued, her
muscles tensing around his rod.
“Fuck. This is … good … Wow …”
She set her hands on his chest and gave his hair a little pull as she slowed her rhythm, slipping along his length carefully. He felt his cockhead twitch and swell. Now his hands were on her ass. It was strange to feel the muscle fibers tense under her ancient skin.
“Squeeze it! Do it, Michael …”
He was a little nervous maybe, but her intensity was washing away his uneasiness and she was bringing him closer and closer now. Feeling that he was about to cum, she quickened the pace again, then slipped down carefully his full length.
Okay. That was it.
Producing garbled noises, Michael came, pumping his load into her. She grunted happily, then waited for him to finish, before climbing off him again and lying down next to him. Then she started some weird stretches, propping up her butt. He stared at her, still overwhelmed by the whole situation.
“What … what are you doing?”
“This increases the probability of it working.”
“Okay … did you like it?”
She had a vague smile. Michael could tell that she was tense and nervous. He hesitated. After all, she had her reasons for all this. She wasn’t a co-student in her twenties or a casual date on the internet. She was a billionaire CEO of an international company and a truly ancient woman. In a way, he had to accept that this was the way for her to do this. Eventually, she stopped and to his surprise, cuddled against him. For a moment, he wanted to say something about this maybe not being scientifically proven to increase the probability of conception, but he shut up. Feeling her warmth against his body was way too nice. He turned to her and kissed her, his arm around her shoulder.
Soon, he felt her hand on his cock again. He gave her a wondering look. She returned a serious nod:
“We have to increase the chances.”
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In the end, they spent the next week fucking. By the end of it, Michael was tired and raw. One of Mildred’s maids had provided him with a special cream to soothe his aching penis. That old woman had seriously milked him dry. When he was completely exhausted, she still tried to turn him on again. She did it all: she switched outfits, going for more sexy looks, and even got one of the maids to join in to get him back in the mood.
He barely managed to talk her out of a schoolgirl outfit for her and Viagra for him. The problem was, it wasn’t working. Despite their best efforts, Mildred’s tests came up negative.
She was deeply frustrated. Michael felt sorry for her. He tried to console her, unable to do much. Instead, she focused on her training, pumping iron like a madwoman. He joined her as often as his work allowed and he watched in awe as she intensified her training more and more, slowly transforming her body.
The next time her fertile days rolled around, her nervousness was unbearable. She snapped at everybody and the maids did their best to stay out of her way. Mildred did her worst to coerce her lover into more and more attempts but then, on the second to last day, he finally cut her off:
“Enough. It’s not going to happen.”
She was frantically trying to tease him when he said that. It took her a moment to understand what just happened and he could see her expression melt from forced seductiveness to furious anger.
“What?”
“It’s not going to work. I don’t want this anymore.”
She went pale. Then, in a very low voice, she growled:
“What did you just say?”
He sighed, stretched and did his best to stand up straight.
“I won’t do this anymore. You’re stressing me and …”
“You’re fired.”
“I quit.”
He turned around and walked to the elevator. He called it, it came up, he got in, and he did his best not to turn around. He avoided her reflection in the mirrors and waited until the doors had closed before looking up. The elevator went down, down, down. It slowed and stopped. Michael got out and walked to the doors. They would probably send him his stuff eventually or he’d come to pick it up another day. Or he didn’t. He no longer cared.
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Right now, he was furious and desperate at the same time. The whole situation had taken it all out of him and he was just walking down the street, trying to clear his mind. It was dark outside already. He headed for his apartment, which he hadn’t visited in months. He either slept at Mildred’s place, or in the lab. Right now, he was thankful that the building management provided some cleaning services, or he would have returned to a dusty, stuffy place.
Still, as he was walking, he passed a park. He went inside, taking in a bit of nature after all the stress. He passed a playground, including some gymnastics equipment for grown-ups. With a grin, he jumped up to the pull-up bar and caught it. With some huffing and puffing, he managed to get up on it. He was impressed. He had never thought he could do that. Apparently, all the training was paying off. The young man sat on the bar and looked out into the city night. It was surprisingly calm. Sure, the noise of the cars was in the background, but all in all, it was calm and almost soothing. He dangled his legs for a bit, and started to feel better. Maybe he had been too rash? Mildred meant well and he could understand why she was so nervous. She had worked for this for over a year and, to be honest, he did want her to succeed. It was just … She was stressing him out. Nothing good could come from that. He sighed. There had to be a way to make this work. If only she could …
His train of thought was derailed by him being abruptly grabbed by his leg and pulled off the bar. He yelped and fell, awkwardly slamming into the ground. He managed to protect his face, but he was stunned. As he tried to recover, someone turned him on his back with a kick and he found himself under a big man’s foot that pushed down on his chest. Next to the guy, there was another one and they were both rather large and threatening.
“Give us your money, ginger.”
“Uh …” Michael was still trying to understand what was happening. He stared blankly at them as he realized just how much his body was hurting. “Ow.”
A kick to the kidneys stopped him from getting up. Michael did his best to protect himself. He rolled into a ball and hoped it would end soon. That’s when he heard a familiar voice:
“Leave him alone, you horrible people!”
The men stopped and stared. Michael opened an eye and saw Mildred standing in the twilight of the street lamps. She pointed at the men and scowled at them. She was wearing her workout gear and had her hair down.
Michael’s assailants were confused. This was obviously an ancient woman that looked like someone’s great-great-grandmother, but she was wearing an outfit for a woman a third her age and she seemed rather fit.
One of the men advanced on her and growled:
“Granny, it’s best you leave now.”
He came very close and tried to scare her. She stood her ground, although Michael could see that she was nervous. She hid it well enough, though. The man towered above her. Then, with a laugh, he pushed her. The other man cried out to stop him, but it was too late. However, Mildred caught his hand and pulled him. He stumbled and fell over, landing on the ground clumsily.
Mildred said:
“Stop this and go away!”
The man got up and punched her. Michael scrambled to his feet and shouted “No!”, but it was too late. She fell over, with the young man barely catching her. The other man grabbed his associate and they ran. They were in over their heads.
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Mildred half lay on Michael and groaned:
“Ow … That was bad.”
“Are you hurt?”
“I guess … But I don’t think I broke anything.”
“Oof. That’s great. So the treatment was good for something …”
“It’s wonderful, Michael.”
“Thank you for saving me, Mildred.”
“But I didn’t. I’m sorry for not …”
“Don’t. You saved my ass and I gotta thank you.”
He hugged her. She smiled, they kissed and …
A couple of weeks later...
“It worked! It really worked!”
Mildred was ecstatic. She just had her second pregnancy test just to make sure, and it was positive too! She embraced Michael, squeezing him in her strong arms.
“You did it, Michael. Thank you so much!”
He laughed awkwardly and replied:
“We both did it, didn’t we?”
She smiled and booped his nose:
“No. It was your science that did it.”
The old woman was practically bouncing around the room. Michael blushed.
“Be careful …”
She stopped for a moment, but answered:
“Yes, yes, but you know what? I’m going to have fun. And I’m going to have a kid. I feel wonderful!”
Michael nodded slowly. He was glad she was happy, but her behavior was a little too intense for him.
“Good, good. I’ll have to take some tests, but I hope everything will go well.”
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Somehow, that positive test had turned the whole place upside-down. The darkness and stuffiness were fading away. Michael was surprised by how spacious the place really was. Up until now, the maids had kept everything appropriate to a century-old lady, but now, the apartment was opening up. The curtains were open, letting the sunshine in. There was a scent of coming spring in the air and everybody had a slight spring to their step now. Besides, Mildred was moving more and more of her affairs to the mansion. She still walked the company floor every day, receiving reports and asking questions, but her job was no longer everything to her. Every day, after work, a chauffeur came to pick Michael up and bring him to the mansion. Sometimes, no, most days, the chauffeur had to remind him to stop working. Sure, he was fascinated by Mildred’s case, but he still had to make sure everything was safe.
He spent his days working on the treatment, tinkering with it and continuously improving it. He managed to improve its interaction with the steroid and to make sure she could continue using it during her pregnancy. Mildred loved working out and she adored her gains, so she couldn’t accept to stop. When he finally arrived at the mansion that day, he found Mildred on the veranda, talking to a plump woman with broad shoulders and heaving breasts.
The woman looked up and smiled: “So you’re the father?”
“Uh … yes. I guess I am.”
Michael still couldn’t really wrap his mind around the situation. Somehow, he didn’t feel like he was the father, even though he obviously was. In a way, the whole thing had a virgin birth-feeling to it. It was miraculous, to say the least. Okay, maybe Mildred wasn’t the Virgin Mary, but more like Sarah, Abraham’s wife. Still strange.
“Mildred has been telling me about your work. I am impressed.”
“Good. I’m glad you like it. What did she tell you?”
A faint smile played over Mildred’s lips. She was obviously pleased by his discretion. The woman was a little taken aback by his reply.
“Well, you did come up with that fertility treatment, right?”
“I did. But, if you allow the question: Who are you?”
The woman frowned, while Mildred barely concealed her chuckle. “I’m Betty, the midwife.”
Michael nodded slowly. “I see. Okay. Very well, then. Is there anything you need to know about the treatment?”
Betty shook her head. “Not for now, no. But I’ll check in on Mildred regularly to make sure she’s fine.”
The old woman grinned now. Finally, she said: “Michael, I’ll see you in a moment, we’ll just finish this.”
He frowned and went to the room she had assigned to him. It was large and actually more of a suite with another room just for his work right next to it. He dropped on the large bed and stared at the stucco-covered ceiling. Somehow, that woman annoyed him. It had been his hard work that made that pregnancy possible, and now she just elbowed in and took charge.
The young man felt restless. He got up again, wandered to the balcony and stared out into the garden. It was nice and peaceful. The place had been set up a hundred years ago to look elegantly wild, and it had matured into a beautiful, soothing work of art. He looked at it for a while, enjoying the calm dance of the tall grass. His thoughts were interrupted by a giggle.
“Yeah, Michael’s great … He’s gotten really sexy, don’t you think?”
He blushed. There were two maids below him, probably taking a break in the shadow of the balconies.
“Him? Definitely. When he showed up, I thought he was just some nerd, but he’s kinda hot now. The best thing is he doesn’t get it. Seriously! The mistress has him train every day and he still doesn’t understand that he’s kinda buff sexy now. I just walked into the gym to bring some new towels …”
There was a pause, probably to wink, “… and he was just in his shirt and shorts. Nice, I tell you!”
“Why didn’t you snap a picture?”
“I can’t just take a picture like that, can I? You’ll have to see for yourself. Oh, and you gotta be careful. The boss is really protective of him. You can’t just ogle him. She’ll fire you!”
Michael couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Him, sexy? Seriously? He almost wanted to shout down that they were to stop making fun of him, but then, he heard them leave. Confused, he got back inside and into the bathroom. There he examined his reflection in the mirror. Okay, he had gained a bit of size in the shoulders and he was a little buffer. But he wasn’t hunky or anything, right? He did get a better haircut since he spent time with Mildred … Was this really what mattered? Maybe it was just the confidence? He shrugged. Just then, there was a knock on the door. The young man opened a moment later and stood face to face with Mildred.
She smiled at him from her wizened face and said: “Sorry for this, Michael. Betty is the best woman in the business and the most experienced with high-risk pregnancies. Apparently, she is …”
“… a little full of herself?”
She laughed. Her voice had changed too. It was fuller, brighter, happier. “I guess? Takes one to know one!” She cocked an eyebrow and took his hand, leading him to the bed.
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The first month of the pregnancy was mostly okay. Mildred hardly suffered any ill effects. There was a little morning sickness at first, but it stopped soon enough and she was enjoying herself mostly. She stuck to her training every day, continually increasing its intensity. She also insisted on Michael to join her every day, and soon enough, she suggested he should also use that steroid.
He was reluctant at first, thinking it was cheating.
“I can’t do that, Mildred. It wouldn’t be … fair.”
“Fair to whom? Are you suggesting you want to compete? In a bodybuilding contest?”
“Me? No! Never …”
“Then what are you talking about?”
She grinned, her tight, muscular body all pumped up and glowing. Was it just him or was she looking younger?
“Uh … Yeah. Well … I guess you’re right?”
“Told you so.” She thought for a bit, then said: “But you’re right. I’m going to compete. Once I give birth to this kid, I’m going to go for a contest and win.”
“A bodybuilding contest? Seriously?”
“Sure. I mean, look at these muscles!”
She leaned back and flexed her abs. The twin columns of muscle tightened into hard little bricks. He gasped.
“Wow …”
“Go on, kiss them …”
He blushed and did as she told him. Her skin was salty with sweat, and he could feel the tension under it as he followed the lines of her muscle. It was strange to feel just how taut it had grown.When he had met her that day, she had been ancient and decrepit. Now, she seemed to be bursting with energy, her bizarre, artificial youth turning her into a sensual, erotic creature. With the exception of her face, her appearance only vaguely suggested her age anymore. Her skin was sun-kissed, tough and golden. She lifted her powerful legs and set them on his shoulders, her hard thighs pressing against his ears. Somehow, he was aware that she was easily able to crush his head now. The sheer masses of muscles around him made him horny.
He continued his worship, rounding her bellybutton, before moving up towards her tight breasts. They were small now, less than a handful, supported by twin pecs built like slabs of marble. She suddenly tightened her legs, stopping his advance.
“No, Michael … The other way first …”
He nodded and went down as she pulled down her pants. They were small enough already. To his surprised, she was now clean-shaven down there. She noticed his reaction and explained:
“I felt like it … The girls have it like that now …”
"The girls?”
“The young women … I … I’m starting to feel like them a bit, you know?”
“Okay … If you want it like that, Mildred …”
She tightened her buttocks and lifted her crotch towards him.
“Maybe Mildred is not too fitting anymore, don’t you think?”
“What’s wrong with it?”
He started licking her and she breathed in sharply.
“I don’t know … No one’s called like this anymore. Not in decades …”
“Alright … So what would you prefer?”
“Wow … Michael, you’re so good at this …”
“Mhm …”
“Millie …”
“Millie?”
“I think Millie is better, don’t you think too?”
“It …” He found a nice spot, dancing his tongue around her clit. “… has a nice ring to it …”
She sighed happily as he continued his exploration.
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The next week, Millie took her boyfriend shopping. She was glowing. Somehow, the years were melting off and she was looking increasingly young. She still was at best a very fit and attractive ninety-year-old, but her whole demeanor was so energetic that few would have assumed that age. They flew over to Europe to see some sights and get some current looks for her. Soon, the private jet Millie’s secretary had chartered for them landed on the tarmac and a taxi brought them to a classic luxury hotel in the city center. It was a rather small house, not one of the usual skyscrapers, and it exuded class and style. Millie was wearing a pantsuit that fit snuggly enough to her muscular physique, while Michael looked like a fit college professor in his tweed jacket and jeans.
When she presented her documents, the concierge smiled and immediately said:
“Welcome back, Ms. Thorne. We have prepared the usual suite for you. And may I say, you look wonderful!”
He handed her the keys and a valet picked up their luggage. When he struggled with one of the suitcases, Millie just stepped over and took it, adding:
“I’ll just carry it myself.”
Both the valet and the concierge stared as she carried the load effortlessly to the elevator. As they rode up, Michael asked:
“This is your usual place in Paris?”
“Yes. I’ve been a guest here for … ninety years?” She chuckled at the absurd duration. “But I haven’t been to Europe in the last two decades.”
“And he still recognized you?”
“Oh, Michael, back when I was young and pretty, I did throw some lavish and rather … excessive parties here once or twice. I think I might have left an impression.” She smiled to herself, fond of her memories.
They set down their luggage at the suite, relaxed for a bit and then managed to leave the hotel long enough to see the sights. Millie led her lover through the city, regaling him with historical details and strange anecdotes from another time. Somehow, the treatment was improving her memory too and things that had long been buried under the weight of the years came back to her. Michael was having a great time and when they ended up at a small, hidden restaurant whose ancient owner was somehow a friend of Millie’s too, he was starting to feel very much in love. It was strange to see this man who was easily forty years younger than his lover to look like a wizened old man next to her. He did find that not only their host, but also the other people took notice of Millie’s looks. Somehow, this only made Michael prouder to be with her.
He held her hand, she smiled, they kissed and when they left, slightly tipsy on the wonderful wine, she said:
“I feel young again. No. I feel young like I never felt young before … Thank you, Michael!”
After dinner, they took a stroll through the city, feeling like young lovers. They ended up passing a shop for, well, risqué lingerie. Millie grinned:
“What do you think? Should we take a look?”
He blushed. She laughed, and sighed:
“Oh Michael … Sometimes I feel the youth is wasted on the young … Let’s go!”
He chuckled awkwardly and she opened the door. They were greeted by a tall, thin woman with a Louise-Brooks-style haircut and a silky dress that could have been lingerie.
« Bonsoir. Vous êtes Americains ? »
To Michael’s surprise, Millie answered:
« Bonsoir. Nous sommes Américains, oui. Comment avez-vous su ? »
The woman gave them a graceful smile.
« Je dirais l’allure, les muscles, tout votre façon de vous tenir … »
Michael asked:
“You speak French? What is she saying?”
Millie nodded:
“You don’t? I picked it up when I was young. It must have been … maybe eighty years ago.”
The young woman switched to English. She had an accent, but it only made her more alluring.
“So, how can I help you?”
The old woman grinned:
“We’re looking for something to make me look and feel great in bed!”
The girl grinned wickedly:
“I’m sorry, but nothing is not on sale here …”
Michael gave them a stupid look as the tension mounted. Millie continued:
“I’m sure you’ll find something for me …”
The young woman nodded, disappeared, and returned with a series of very lacy pieces. She said:
“You may want to try on this one.”
It was an ensemble in gold and navy blue.
“If I may …”
Millie took it and disappeared into the changing booth. After a moment, she said:
“I might need a little help. Could you …”
The woman smirked and shot a suggestive look at Michael. Then she slipped into the booth. Michael waited. He could occasionally hear some sounds inside which suggested that … what exactly? He swallowed. This was making him nervous. Then, there was a sigh. A happy sigh. He had to know.
Carefully, he sneaked to the booth and glanced inside through an opening left by the fold of the curtain. The tall girl was on her knees, licking Millie’s bare, muscle-packed stomach. The old woman was running her strong hands through the girl’s hair, flexing her muscles when the tongue touched the soft lines between her abs. Michael watched carefully, holding his breath. The old woman pulled the girl upwards, to her small, yet firm breasts, which were pushed up by her pectorals. The girl circled her nipples with her sharp tongue and the old woman bit her lip lustily. Then the girl put her lips on the nipple itself and gave it the gentlest suck. The old woman gasped and pulled her further up, bringing her to her height. She took her, kissed her, a little forcefully, and sucked on her tongue. They played around for a bit while Michael was getting harder and harder. To himself, he wondered if they’d already noticed him. The old woman now slipped her hand down along her plaything’s side, then between her legs and up that dress. She sank her strong fingers into the girl’s panties and when the young woman wanted to cry out, she gagged her with a long, hard kiss. Michael had to focus. The salesgirl produced muffled moans as the old woman took control and rubbed and fingered her until she turned soft in her hands. The young man instantly retreated and sat down, crossing his legs and trying to hide his erection. After a moment, the pair came back out of the booth and Millie posed for him. Her strong, tanned body was covered in the most exquisite lingerie. The gold lace framed an opening for her bellybutton and cupped her breasts, while the satin clung to the lines of her muscles. A pair of matching blue stockings with golden garters completed the look, as well as a pair of blue opera gloves. The old woman’s now grey mane of hair cascaded down her back as she twirled.
“What do you think?”
“It’s beautiful … You’re beautiful!”
“Great! Then we’ll take it. Do you have something else in this size?”
“Of course … I’ll just fetch it …”
Millie walked over to her lover, swinging her hips and then climbing on him, her crotch resting against his hard-on. She raised an eyebrow and brushed her satin-covered fingers over his crimson cheek. Then she leaned towards him, her muscular body against his. She whispered:
“How about we visit a nice place to try our purchases …”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I am pretty sure that our young salesgirl here can recommend us a nice … établissement.”
He mouthed a “wow …”.
Just then, the woman came back and grinned. Millie turned to her and asked:
“Tell me, what is your name?”
“Camille.”
“So, Camille, are you available tonight? We’re looking for someone to accompany us to a party.”
“Uh …”
“Of course, we’ll pay all expenses. Just suggest something we’d enjoy.”
The girl nodded slowly.
“Oh, and pick whatever you want to dress. It’s my treat.”
Camille smiled as Millie disappeared into the booth to try some of the other outfits.
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Great chapter! I like pacing of this story, but I am really curious how young will be Millie in the end.
Hints on her memory improvement are great, maybe it will lead to overall intelligence improvement too? It may help her to bring her business to the new level :)
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Hints on her memory improvement are great, maybe it will lead to overall intelligence improvement too?
I'd go for that too!
This new chapter is an excellent addition to the story!
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You'll just have to keep reading to find out ;P
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Camille knocked on the door and it opened a moment later, with a tall, dark woman grinning at her:
« Salut ma belle … » Then she saw her companions and added: « Des amis? »
« Américains. Ils veulent s’amuser un peu. »
The big woman nodded and said:
“Then come right in. Welcome to Cinéma Nyctalope.”
They stepped inside and found themselves in a former theater or music hall. The place had probably once been a small venue that served to entertain the locals and it had kept a certain belle époque feel to it. There was a larger auditorium with a stage and several smaller rooms that were calmer and more intimate.
On the stage, a man and a woman were dancing and … more.
The audience was watching with interest, most of them dressed in either lingerie, leather or rubber. Michael blushed up to his ears, but helpfully, the place was dark enough that no one would have noticed. He did sense that Millie’s hand clasped his harder. She looked at the show on stage, then at the other spectators. Leaning over to him, she whispered:
“This is fascinating …”
The woman on the stage was now sitting on the man and riding him, showing him her slim, pale back. He took hold of her hair and pulled her back, his butt gyrating as he hammered her along. She brushed away his hand playfully, but then, two more women came on. They were both wearing no clothes except for some hoods that concealed their faces. The first one put her cunt in the man’s face and let him lick her, while the other one went for the initial woman’s face. Twisting a bit, they kissed as the couple below them started pleasuring them. Now a platform on the stage started rotating and the audience could get a good look at everything. A large mirror above them gave additional angles to it.
A man appeared next to Millie and bowed to her:
“Madame, you excite me …”
She was a little surprised by the declaration. Camille grinned.
“Don’t worry, Millie, this is Little Robert. If a woman shows even a hint of muscle, he has to do this …”
The old woman grinned.
“A hint of muscle, you say?”
Camille pursed her lips. The old woman’s grin got wider. She shot a look at Michael and opened her trench coat, revealing her pumped muscles. She had taken the time to give them a good warm-up at the hotel before leaving, and she was looking and feeling incredible. The man stared at her, completely lost. He dropped to the ground, prostrating himself in front of her. Millie smirked and set slipped out of her high-heeled shoe. The tights on her muscular legs were stretched by her physique. She set the sole on the man’s head and put a little of her weight on it. The man produced happy, gargling noises as she pushed and squeezed him. He rolled on the back and Millie pushed him away.
“Enough.” She turned to Camille. “Let’s look around …”
The poor guy stared after her, longing for her muscular legs and her casual dominance.
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They wandered the rooms, and Michael was getting more confused, embarrassed and horny with every new vision. Millie watched the people with very little restraint. She took Camille’s hand and when she felt the girl’s grip tighten on her hand, she drew her along and took note. Eventually, they found a nice spot with a comfortable, large mattress. A young couple, a large, muscular man and a rather soft, large-breasted woman were playing with each other. The woman was wearing a full-face mask that only let her lips protrude, which were very red and pouty. The mask had little holes that allowed her to see a little, but other than that, her face was featureless. The large bump on the back of the hood’s head suggested that she had very long hair which she had twisted into a bun to hide it. The young man was wearing a similar mask whose cream color contrasted with his deeply tanned muscles.
By now, Michael was struggling to control himself. Camille’s grip on Millie’s hand got really hard now and she nodded. They approached the bed and the couple welcomed them with an inviting gesture. Millie dropped her coat and the two masked people nodded admiringly. Camille grinned and dropped hers too. Her long slim body was covered by a strange mix of minidress and bondage assembly. The piece was made of leather straps that covered her body but at the same time suggested that she was firmly bound up. To this, she wore some shiny stay-up stockings that mirrored the leather look.
They kissed, then kissed the couple too. Michael was still standing there, hesitating. The foursome in front of him was already busy exploring each other and getting acquainted with their tastes. He blushed up to his ears. The zaftig woman got up, her naked body glistening. She walked over to him, swinging her abundant hips. Behind her, the big man admired Millie’s strong body, tracing her defined muscles. The woman eased him out of his jacket and started unbuttoning his shirt. When she uncovered his strong chest, she licked her full lips.
“Wow … If all my professors had had bodies like these …”
She kissed her way downwards, her lips dancing on his pecs and abs. Behind her, the large man was running his tongue over Millie’s inner thighs, causing her to sigh with a chuckle. She invited Camille to hug and kiss her as the big man busied himself below her. The tall, slender woman complied happily. Michael felt his belt loosen, then his pants dropped. A soft, yet firm hand extricated his cock from his shorts and some thick, pillowy lips touched his cockhead. The big man was now moving up, with Millie wrapping her strong legs around his waist. Her muscles tensed as she held him back. Despite his large size, she seemed to be able to hold him and control him easily. Camille kissed her deeply, then went down and ran her tongue over Millie’s nipples. The older woman gasped as the big man sank his cock into her. Her hand slipped between Camille’s legs and sank into her dripping pussy. The masked woman slowly worked Michael’s cock down her throat and now bobbed forward and back as she pleased him. He did his best to keep his hands to himself although he wanted to just put them on the back of her head.
Suddenly, she took his hands and set them right there. Obliging, he fell into her rhythm, his muscles tensing. At the same time, Millie was echoing Camille’s moans as they kissed again and again. She slipped her strong, wet fingers into her as the tall thin girl sucked hard on her nipples. All of a sudden, Millie felt a strange sensation in her chest. She couldn’t quite figure out what it meant or even what it really felt like, but something was happening within her. Then she came, her pecs and abs tensing hard. The curvy woman ran her fingers over Michael’s tight buttocks, then slipped her fingers over his perineum, and then inside his ass. Surprised, he came in large spurts and she eagerly let him blast all over her mask. He almost passed out and stumbled as his legs seemed to give out under him. The woman laughed happily and held him.
“I found the spot, didn’t I?”
Meanwhile, Millie had the two people resting on her for a bit. Michael and the chubby woman had climbed on the bed too. Michael was playing with the woman’s pussy, occasionally sinking his finger into her. The old woman breathed deeply, her strong chest rising and falling. She touched her nipple and suddenly saw a drop of milk well up.
“Already?”
She picked it up on her fingertip and brought it to her mouth. It tasted watery and slightly sweet.
“Wow …”
Michael looked up.
“Did something happen?”
“I think I might be lactating …”
“Interesting.”
He licked over her nipple, then suckled on it until he got a drop from it. The masked woman sighed as he found her sweet spot. Then Camille got on all fours and made a sign to the big man to take her from behind. She sank her head between Millie’s legs and licked her eagerly, while the curvy woman slipped under the thin one and got her tongue against the man’s cock and Camille’s clit. Michael, who was losing his inhibitions, pushed his cock down the thick woman’s pussy.
It took them all a moment to find their rhythm, but they did find it eventually.
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I hope that Millie lactating will see a transfer of some of the “muscle growth formula” to Michael. I am not a fan of these wimps who allow the woman they love to grow whilst they go backwards. If it were me I would work twice as hard so that my partner knows that her efforts are appreciated and reciprocated.
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After a while, they were all happily exhausted. The four others had gathered around Millie, whose muscles were glistening with sweat. From her pussy, a large double-headed dildo emerged which she had worked into everybody’s openings. The big man was tracing the lines of her strong muscles, admiring her ripped looks.
“Wow. This is amazing. How long have you been working out?”
“A year, maybe? My … husband here has been very supportive with his science.”
The masked woman laughed: “So you’re really a professor?”
He grinned awkwardly.
“I am.”
“Cool. And such a buff one too …”
Camille kissed Millie.
“They’re both wonderful, don’t you think?”
There were nods all around. Finally, it was Millie’s turn to blush. The masked man said:
“You’ll have to come here again when you’re in Paris. Or we could … show you around for a bit.”
Camille raised an eyebrow: “So much for anonymous sex.”
The masked woman laughed and replied: “You wouldn’t recognize me in the street anyway!”
Millie pulled her over and said: “We can talk some more later. Why don’t we do another round?”
Millie and Michael left hours later, exhausted, but very happy. Millie was literally dancing in the street. They had left Camille there after thanking her profusely. The young scientist was still a little embarrassed by what had just happened, but he was slowly getting used to this new way of living. Honestly, he would never have expected that he would go to a Parisian underground orgy with a hundred-year-old woman which he had impregnated. None of these words had figured in his plans for his life at any point. The thing was, he was starting to getting used to it. His new muscles, his success, they were both increasing his confidence and he was starting to feel as if this was all the new normal. He liked it.
They reached the hotel after a lengthy walk which had been interrupted on occasion for a quick kiss and fuck in the shadows. By now, he was chafed and tired and she was starting to feel her age. She was truly happy, though. The concierge helped them up to their room and they got out of their clothes, at least barely, before passing out on the bed.
The couple slept in the next day. After a bit of sightseeing (guided by their mysterious partners of that night, who turned out to be a mild-mannered librarian and a demure housewife poly couple) and spending some time with Camille, they flew back to the states.
Back there, Millie got busy running the company for a while, making arrangements for the rest of her pregnancy. Somehow, she decided it was time to let go of the most intense parts of her business. The midwife was very happy with this decision. At least Millie was reducing the amount of stress. She was a little unsure about Millie constantly increasing her workouts, but the old woman wouldn’t stop. By now, she was eating five to seven meals a day and working out two to three hours every day, carefully tuning her muscles and doing her best to build some high-quality, pure meat.
Also, she was already vigorously pumping her breasts, amazed by the amount of milk she was producing. She donated it to the local hospital and insisted on bringing it herself. Somehow, the pumping was making her breasts swell up and in the third month of her pregnancy, her previously smallish, deflated breasts were looking quite plump and full now. It was a strange contrast to her otherwise ripped physique. Another bonus was that she was looking even younger. Millie was now looking like a GILF in her late sixties with her reduced wrinkles and shoulder length blonde with grey streaks hair.
At this rate, she quickly outgrew her clothes and frequently called on Camille to provide her with new and customized styles. Of course, she insisted on personal delivery, which usually led to some more intimate encounters.
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Michael was with her usually, now training close to her level. He was on the roids now too, and they were doing wonders on his physique. The maids at the mansion were getting quite annoyed at him looking so strong and confident, while their employer kept him to herself.
When he overheard the girls whisper among themselves, he couldn’t help grinning.
“Damn, he’s starting to look really buff … I love it.”
“Yeah. I … you know, I thought about him last time I … you know.”
“Wow. Girl, you’re crazy.”
Michael was on the balcony above them and he grinned. He did his best to stay hidden, but hearing them talk about him like that … It turned him on tremendously.
“I mean, he’s gotta be good in bed if the boss keeps him for her. You know her: Only the best.”
“Definitely. That guy’s got to be a sex god then.”
“A sex god? Wow. This is corny, even by your standards.”
A third maid arrived. Mildred was busy getting massaged, so they could chat for a moment.
“What are you doing out here?”
“We’re fantasizing about Michael.”
“The doctor? God, girls, what’s your problem?”
“You don’t like him?”
“Nah. Not my type.”
“Very well, that’s great for me. I only have to share him with Maria.”
“Girls, you’re so … I don’t know.”
“Okay, then tell us. What’s your type?”
Michael could hear an embarrassed chuckle from the newcomer below.
“Promise you won’t tell anyone?”
“Girl, we’re basically spilling our beans here and lusting after people at work … Not a good idea anyway, so fire away.”
“Okay … So … I’m kinda, you know … into the boss.”
There were grunts of approval.
“I can see that.”
“Yeah, makes sense.”
The girl that had just confessed added:
“She’s getting really buff and sexy now. And with the tits …”
The two Michael-fans agreed:
“Yeah. Those are incredible. I wish my tits were anywhere that size.”
“Those’d look great on you.”
“Why, thank you!”
By now, Michael was rock-hard. He retreated inside and stepped out of his suit. He went to Millie's closest and inspected his naked self in front of her large "posing" mirror. He can see why those maids were swooning for him, he was hunk! Michael now has the body of a pro men's physique competitor with his rock hard six pack, Adonis belt and vascular bulging biceps. He even started letting his facial hair grow out, mostly since he was so busy and had no time to shave, but kinda like it as it gave him a more manly/mature look. He look down at his throbbing cock, thinking of how much his sex drive has increased in the last couple of months due to the roid stacks following through his veins. No wonder Millie is always in such a horny state. He just wished that he listen to her and started on the gear sooner. Who knows how big he'd be now! He grab his cook and started thinking of how'd he'd look with a little more muscle while flexing his opposite bicep. He then shook his head and stopped:
"Whoa! Easy Michael! Don't get so vain..." He told himself
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I apologize for some of the grammar at the end of the last chapter. I was "excited" as I was writing it and forgot to check for spelling mistakes lol
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Loving the way this story is going. Mega karma
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A page turner indeed. K+
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Want to see them both become muscle monster and their baby to be a genetic 20lb monster. Would love to see a child of 5 ripped and having a 9 year old’s body
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Michael got into his trunks and grabbed a bathrobe. Then he went down to the gym. He found Millie getting massaged by Simon, who was busy finishing up her legs. The young man saw him and with a grin and a jerk of his head, Michael made him leave the room. The coach grinned too and slipped outside. Michael took over and worked her hamstrings and calves carefully. She groaned as he found a particularly pesky bit. Just sinking his hands into her bronzed, taut skin was incredible. The treatment had rejuvenated her skin and it was silky and strong now. The age-spots were slowly fading. As far as he could tell, they would completely disappear by the time she was going to give birth. He slowly continued the massage, amazed by the mass of her muscles. If she continued like this, she would soon be a tremendously muscular athlete. Lately, she had started to incorporate some yoga techniques for extra flexibility and to take control of her body in a more intense way. He was only slowly following up on this.
She moaned:
“Wow … Simon … You’re … way gentler now …”
He grinned, but didn’t answer.
“It feels nice, though … Please continue.”
He did, moving back up slowly. As he reached her hard, rounded ass, she chuckled.
“Michael?”
“How could you tell?”
“Oh, I think I can recognize my lover’s touch.”
“Wow.”
“Don’t stop, though.”
He complied, his fingers sinking into her hard glutes. She tensed them to push them back up.
“I like that …”
He wandered up some more, tracing the strong muscles of her back.
“Wow … You’re getting massive, you know?”
“I know, Michael. And I love it. It’s all your work, really.”
“No, no … It took your perseverance and your discipline.”
“Bah. Just accept the thanks for once. You don’t have to make yourself less impressive than you are.”
Michael looked over and noticed a bunch of books on the ground bellow where Millie's face was sitting in the massage bed.
"What are you reading, hun?"
"Well lately I've been feeling my minds been getting clearer and having these urges to learn. So I found some old text books on biology and chemistry. It's fascinating! I'm able to absorb and retain knowledge so easily."
Michael never got a hard on so fast in his life! Not only was Millie getting stronger and younger, but smarter too! The thought of them enriching their deep conversations with science talk and perhaps researching together almost made him explode.
"Looks like this jock is turning into quite the nerd."
"And vice versa for you, meathead! Perhaps before your mind turns to mush from all those roids you'd like to teach me a few things, professor?
She turned around, her naked, full breasts coming into view. She took his hands and pulled him closer. Michael let her drag him towards her and climbed on the massage bed. She reached inside his trunks and got his cock out.
“Is it just me, or is that thing getting bigger?”
“I wouldn’t know …”
“Nah. It’s definitely bigger. And it’s hard …”
“Okay, this one I can confirm.”
“You’re such a dork!”
“Dork?”
“If things go on like this, I’m going to look like a teenager by the time this is over. I better start talking like one then …”
He blushed.
“Seriously?”
“Maybe?”
She spread her legs and brought him even closer. As he started fucking her, she clung to his strong back and whispered:
“I hope you don’t mind losing your GILF girlfriend for some vapid teenie …”
“Uh …”
He could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten around his cock. This was amazing …
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Getting better every chapter.
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The weeks raced by. They were all relentlessly busy, with Millie deciding on the kid’s room and picking up the various bits and bobs they would need. To Michael’s surprise, she chose only a handful of things she really wanted, eschewing most of the stuff that enthusiastic mothers with disposable cash tended to buy. Instead, she insisted on just picking a few simple, tried and tested pieces and left the clutter despite the saleswoman’s attempt at pitching plenty of extras. She also had the room just kept with white walls and without any decorations, other than a big photo of a lion.
When asked why, she said: “If the kid throws up against the wall, I want it repainted immediately. I don’t want to have to wait
forever for some idiot wallpaper that might be unavailable. Also, I had a room like that when I was a kid and it was good for me.”
Michael thought for a moment about saying something, but decided it was none of his business. He was the father, but he didn’t think Millie would want his input on this. Besides, he was once again very busy at the lab. The drug was reaching its actual maturity and official trials would now start. Knowing that it had already worked like a charm once was encouraging. As a result, he saw Millie less for the next month. Their schedules constantly clashed and they ended up missing each other terribly. He would often sleep at the lab or go on a business trip to meet some other expert on the subject, while she was up to her ears in management stuff. Somehow, her rejuvenation had given her work a new impetus and she was overflowing with ideas. The big thing she was trying to figure out was the whole complex of senior health care by muscle training and the marketing guys were doing their best to keep up.
It was no wonder it took some time before they could really meet again and do things together. Coming up with a plan was difficult. It would have required them to focus enough to actually pick something. In the end, they just ended up taking a weekend off. He suggested that they go on a nice, stressless hike. Michael handed the handling of his project off to his assistant and showed up at the mansion on that Friday afternoon. One of the maids opened the door for him and shot him a wicked smile. She bit her lip. Okay, he knew already that he was starting to look pretty hunky. In his new outdoor jacket, he looked like some kind of steel-fisted adventurer professor. The glasses gave him that hot nerd style.
The young man blushed and asked:
“Is Millie ready?”
“She’s almost there. Just a moment.”
He nodded and switched off his phone. From now on, he was officially on break. He would only answer calls on Monday morning. Yes. At least he hoped he’d be able to stick to this. Soon, he heard some rustling above and then, he saw her. Millie descended the stairs with a bounce in her step. She passed the stairlift she hadn’t used in over a year and which would have gathered dust if the maids hadn’t been dusting it off every day.
She was gorgeous.
Her honey-blond hair was tied up by a bandana, her muscle-packed shoulders stretched her shirt and she was beaming. The look was really impressive. Over the last weeks, the years had faded from her face. She looked like a woman in her early fifties, maybe even younger. Her body had transformed
into a muscular hourglass over time and she was looking really buff. Her arms were ripped, with easily visible veins all over. Also, her back had grown pretty broad and she had this heroic look going on. Her breasts had continued growing and now, they were both pretty massive. If she weren’t built like the proverbial brick shithouse, she probably would have struggled with them. As they were, they formed a beautiful, milky cleavage. Michael couldn’t help noticing a slight bump under her tight shirt. She walked to him, embraced him and they kissed. It was a long, passionate kiss, not a quick peck on the cheek. Michael felt his pants getting tight.
“Wow …”
“Hello, doctor … How nice of you to come and pick me up …”
He suppressed a giggle and said:
“So you’re sure you want to do that?”
“Absolutely. It’s going to be great! I missed this kind of stuff, you know?”
“Alright. Then let’s get going before we have to take a detour through your bed.”
“Would that be so bad?”
“No, but …”
He shook his head slowly.
“Better leave now and make the most of the afternoon.”
She laughed and took his hand. He grinned at the strength of her grip. When she noticed this, she explained:
“I’ve been training my hands especially lately. Turns out other managers respect a good strong grip.”
“Nice!”
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They drove off soon later. After some time on the road, Michael stopped the car in the wooded hills beyond the city. He said:
“My parents used to go camping here with my sisters and me. It’s nice.”
“I never took you for the outdoorsy type, Michael.”
“Bah, it was always nice, as long as I could bring a book!”
She mussed his hair:
“You’re adorable …”
“And you’re amazing …”
“Let’s get moving, we’ll have plenty of time to sweet-talk.”
He helped her put the backpack on, took his own, and they started. Michael was surprised by how light it felt on his strong shoulders, while Millie couldn’t help being amazed by the ease of it all. Strangely, her memories of her previous infirmity were starting to fade. She was feeling strong and young, powerful and happy. They wandered through the woods at a steady pace, taking some time to enjoy the scenery and just letting the cool, fresh air flow around them. It was wonderful. They barely met anyone. The place wasn’t exactly challenging, so the professional hikers didn’t care about it, and the families probably found it too difficult. As a result, they could enjoy the calm.
When the evening came, they made camp by a lake. Michael got busy setting up the tent while Millie left to find some firewood. Eventually, everything was ready and they sat down by the fire as Michael prepared the food.
Millie stretched and smiled at him:
“That was a wonderful little walk. I still can’t believe I actually made it.”
“How so?”
“Michael, a year ago, I was a cripple, and now, I’m some kind of uber-amazon! It’s a change, you know?”
“It is. It’s funny how your muscles now fit your personality.”
“My personality?”
“Millie, you’ve always been a tough woman. And now, you look like one.”
She smiled:
“I look like a superhero, that’s what happened.”
“Yeah. So, how’s the kid. Did she enjoy the walk?”
“She?”
“I don’t mind either, but I think a girl would be nice.”
“Not a son? I thought all men wanted sons?”
He grinned and pushed her gently to the ground. Then he pulled up her shirt, revealing her hard sixpack. He felt the growing bump below it and whispered:
“Don’t let your mommy tell you any lies … I love you, and if you’re a girl, I want you to be as incredible as your mom.”
Then he motorboated her stomach, sending her into a giggling fit.
“Gaah! What are you doing? Michael, you can’t just do this to a poor, weak pregnant woman!”
“Oh yeah? Then stop me!”
“Oh, you!”
She caught his wrists and pushed him away, her strong muscles straining against his. He held against her, surprised by her strength. She was buff, he knew that and it was undeniable, but he was still amazed that she easily got him away. He focused and held against her, but her legs went up and she wrapped her hard, massive thighs around his waist and held him off. He chuckled awkwardly, but then, she threw herself around and rolled on top of him. He felt her weight above him, her heavy breasts resting against his chest, though still encased in her high performance sports bra.
She held him down and grinned:
“That was cute, but I’m way stronger than you now!”
He licked his lips and said:
“Last chance to give up.”
“You’re in no position to …”
She was cut off when he freed his hands and quickly slipped them under her shirt and undid the clasp of her bra. It opened in front and her thick breasts flopped downwards, bouncing a bit as they swung down. She harrumphed and frowned at him, but it was too late. He immediately followed up with a quick tickle under her armpits.
“You’re so stuuu …”
“What can I do if you blow my mind?”
She lowered herself on him and started kissing him, although there was still a shadow of a frown there.
Moments later, they were rolling on the ground, both very horny and happy.
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I can not wait to how big and strong she is going to get.
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Look forward to both getting strong and an amazing baby girl.
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Later, they lay in the grass, half-naked and slightly disheveled. She looked up at the stars as he cuddled against her massive lats. The milky way was rising slowly and the ambient light was bright enough for them to see each other in the darkness.
“Wow … It’s been a while I’ve seen this, you know?”
“Same for me. It’s wonderful, don’t you think?”
“It’s as incredible as the first time. Really puts things into perspective …”
“Yeah …”
“I’ve been around for so long, and yet, this is still … way beyond anything I could imagine.”
They kissed.
They awoke the next morning and made coffee and cooked up and ton of eggs on the fire.
"There's just something about cooking outdoors that makes food taste so much better." Millie said
"It definitely adds a smokey flavor to these bland egg whites"
"As much as I love what it's doing to our bodies, I'm really getting sick of this diet food. My preggo cravings aren't helping either, I just want to eat all the pickles and ice cream I can get my hands on!"
"So go for it! At least you can hide it with that baby bump."
"You're not wrong, but I love having abs in my third trimester. It kinda looks like I have a turtle shell for a belly, so cute but freaky!"
Michael puts his hand her abdomen:
"I know! And I absolutely love it. It reminds me of a bodybuilder who's been juicing for so long that caused them to grow a roid gut."
"WOW! Way to complement a lady, stud. But since you brought it up, I've been looking into the compound structure of steroids to see if we could create a new substance that could enable us to grow faster. I think I might have a formula but I would prefer if you looked at it first to make sure it's safe."
They were ready to pack but Michael's tent was pitching up. He loved when Millie talked science with him.
Millie knew and had her eyes on her lover's package.
"Mmmmm look who's getting excited. Well I wonder how thrilled you'll be about the "extra benefits" the formula has..."
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Great stuff!
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This keeps getting better
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A month after their hike...
Michael was in front of Millie's full length mirror again enjoying the view. This time however there was a much bigger figure staring back then the one a few months back when he was getting turned on from all the compliments the maids were "secretly" saying. The new steroid that Millie came up with was doing wonders to his body, growing from a physique competitor to classic physique similar to Arnold back in his Pumping Iron days. He got into a lat spread pose and smiled at how wide he's become with his pumpkin size delts, huge back and tree trunk quads. He also loved how the testosterone he was injecting has helped grow out his body hair. Before he started on this journey, Michael couldn't grow any hair on his body other then the curly red hair on his head but now he had a dark red hairy chest, arms and legs. He did shave his armpits so he can see the definitions in his arms a little better but decided to let the carpet grow to match the drapes after Millie told him that a real man doesn't "manscape". Even his beard was almost reaching down to his chest. However, all that hair couldn't hide the definition of his muscles. Our boy was absolutely yoked with thick veins running across his body like a New York city road map. His abs were now an 8 pack and it's groves were deep enough to hide a quarter in it.
He was in love with himself! Michael never thought he'd become one of those douchebags that stops whenever they see their reflexion but here he was. He was now wearing tight wife beaters to the lab and making all the female scientist turn heads, even some of the guys. Before he would never be caught dead with his shirt off even at the beach, now he'd find any excuse to take his shirt off. Gone were the baggy swim shorts for tight speedos that showed off his legs, glutes and "Little Mickey". He didn't believe Millie that the formula could help grow his package but once again she proved anything was possible. Michael had a nice 7 inch cock but now he was rocking a 10 inch torpedo that was almost as thick as a pop can when it was hard. Although the new girth was proving difficult now that Millie's pussy was tightening from her rejuvenation, it felt absolutely amazing for both of them once he managed to force it in. He flexes a most muscular poses...
"It's addicting, isn't it?"
Michael jumped a little as realized Millie was leaning against the door way twirling her long blonde hair with one hand while biting her lower lip. She was glowing! She had just came up from tanning by the pool, yes the same Millie that didn't believe in tanning but now her new found youth has changed her opinions on a lot of things such as her taste in food, clothes and even her vocabulary. Wearing nothing but a lime green bikini and sunglasses sitting on top of her head, Millie was looking like a stunning super model in her mid to late 30's. Her sun kiss skin couldn't hide her rosie cheeks and freckles under her eyes. Michael still couldn't believe this was the same Millie that was over 100 and barely walking a year ago yet knew it was her just but the energy she gives out. Now that he's looking like a man's man instead of a thin young nerd they actually look the same age. Nobody outside of their close circle of friends and workers would guess otherwise.
"Well don't stop for little old me, show me the goods!"
He obeyed her command. Michael was excited to show her the poses he's been practicing. Millie just smiled as he went through his routine. She was absolutely turned on by his new confidence. Some women would get turned of by the vainess he was showing but not her. This is what she wanted, and she always gets what she wants.
Michael noticed a wet spot in front of her bikini bottom and two wet spots on her bikini top near her nipples. He walked over to her, removed her top to reveal her big dirty milkers and started sucking on her left nipple. Millie tilted her head back and rolled her eyes. As much as she loved how big her girls have gotten they were starting to drive her nuts and getting milked was releaving some of the pain. He then started making his way down to her belly that has recently dropped but still look like a turtle shell with her eight pack showing over the big bump. Under the belly, he pulled down on her bottoms to reveal her juicy pussy. It was looking as tight as a virgins with a nice size clit right in the middle. All that gear she was taking has caused it to grow to the size of his thumb, but Michael didn't care. In fact they both found it kind of hot that they were both sporting bulges in their swimsuits when they hang by the pool. It also caused Millie to be in a constain state of arousal due to it rubbing against the fabric of her clothes all day.
He was about to enter his sexy meat missile in her, when she pushed him back...
"I'm so sorry, babe, But Betty told me this morning that we should avoid anymore penetration until after the birth."
"You got to be fucking kidding me! There's no way I can hold out for 2 months. I'm gonna go insane!"
"Well...perhaps I have a solution that could satisfy our needs."
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Thank you
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hope more on millie and less on Michael....
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Hope both grow together. Love a muscled equality in a relationship
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Later that afternoon, the three maids working for Millie were called down to the pool area. There was Maria, a short curvy latina in her late 20's, Shanique, a mid 20's black young lady with an athletic looking body from track and field during her high school days, and finally Autumn, the head of the maids who's a pale redhead in her mid 30's but looks like a super model with her tall and slender build. They were greeted by their employer, who was laying on a lounge chair by the pool wearing a green silk cover up robe with a huge hat and sun glasses. There was a stack of books next to her ranging from advance calculus to neurobiology but she was currently taking a break from the complex material to catch up on the latest celebrity gossip from a blog she was reading on her tablet. Millie gets up slowly from her chair, takes off her sun glasses and puts her hands on her hips which shows off how large and hulking her physique currently looks. The three employees, wearing their traditional maid outfits that was pick out by old Mildred, were intimidated yet turned on by their angry looking boss.
"Ladies. It has come to my attention that there has been some chatter between you while at work about my dear Michael. Is this true?"
The maids looked at each other nervously but none of them answered. Millie was now crossing her arms and annoyed by the lack of response.
"Excuse me! Is it true that you girls have the hots for Michael or not?!"
Autumn answered first:
"It's true ma'am. I caught these two talking on their break about the doctor, but I assure you I had no attraction for him."
"Yeah, cause she has the hots for you ma'am!"
"Shut up, Shanique!"
"Oh please! You deserved that for ratting us out, you red headed she devil!" yelled Maria.
Millie tried not to break out in laughter and kept a stern look on her face.
"Silence! I've heard enough. Let me remind you that Dr. Michael is my lover and the father of my unborn child. He belongs to me and me only, and any employee that has any kind of affair with him will be fired immediately upon knowing."
Millie started walking away but then stopped...
"However, due to recent news from my Midwife, the doctor and I can no longer have sexual intercourse with any kind of penetration until the baby is delivered. This information was not taken well by either of us, especially Michael who has been working tirelessly to run my empire and his only method of destressing is sexual activity..."
She then walks back to Maria and Shanique.
"...Which is why I need you two young ladies to help satisfy his needs till then. If I had to share him with anyone I'd prefer it be with someone I trust and has work so hard for me. Of course I can not force you to do so, but if you do I will make sure you are both compensated very well."
The two girls were in shock! Not only would they get to live out their fantasies of making love with the man of their dreams but they were getting paid to do so. They almost passed out from holding in their shrieks.
"We'll do it, ma'am! As long as you are both fine with this arrangement."
"Oh I guess it will be alright.." said Michael behind them, leaning against one of the giant pillars supporting the balcony of the Mansion.
The maids had a look of shock with their jaws dropped and bulging eyes coming out of their head, just like in a cartoon. The young doctor was wearing nothing but a black speedo that could barely contain his large package. Michael strutted his large frame over to them and ripped off both of their old fashion uniforms until they were down to their birthday suits. He grabbed them both by the hand and led them inside the pool.
Autumn was sad. Her two co-workers got the deal of the century and she was left there with nothing. Millie took off her large hat, flips her long blonde hair and stood face to face with the tall redhead. Autumn couldn't believe how tall her boss was now, she use to tower over her but the de-ageing had brought her back to her old height plus a few extra inches from her workouts giving her proper posture.
"There, There gorgeous. Mama Millie didn't forget about you. You get the best job of all...pleasuring me!"
Millie dropped her cover up and those a front double bicep pose to reveal her body in all it's glory. She was massive! Even with her baby bump, she could win the Ms. Olympia title tomorrow hands down. The maid was so overwhelmed by what was going on that she orgasmed and dropped to her knees. Millie grabbed her by her outfit with one hand, pulls her up off her feet and gives her a deep kiss. Autumn was in heaven.
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Loving this series
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Millie was lounging in her chair watching her dear Michael having the time of his life. He was fucking the living daylights out of Shanique who was bent over the edge of the pull as wave after wave of water from the pool was splashing her fit ass caused by the constant thrusting of her boss' lover. Meanwhile, Maria had her legs wrap around the big man's torso and arms around his thick traps holding on to dear life as she was getting motorboated. The sensation of having her large knockers played with plus her tight little pussy rubbing against the ripped physique was too much for her to hold back as her juices dripped down between the cracks of Michael's eight pack and into the pool. Both maids were moaning in sync which was music to both Michael and Millie's ears.
Suddenly, Millie was feeling another orgasm coming on thanks to the lovely Autumn going down on her. The beautiful red head has been eating her out for the last hour.
"Damn girl! You can come up for air once in a while."
Autumn face popped up over Millie's pregnant belly and she had the biggest grin on her face. Cum was smeared all around her mouth.
"I'm ok, ma'am. I've had lots of practice and learned to breath through my nose. You can always count on me to serve you at your utmost pleasure."
As the maid went snatch diving again, now focusing on the enlarged clit, it was Millie who had the biggest grin on her face. She admired Autumn's dedication to serve her through out the years, which is why she had made her in charge of the others. She ran her hands through the luscious red hair, reminding her of Michael's.
"So tell me Autumn, why did you prefer me over Michael? I mean I was still looking pretty old when he told me that you guys were secretly ogling us."
Autumn popped up again, caressing Millie's Belly and laying her head on top of it.
"I've always had a thing for strong, powerful and dominant women. I never knew my dad and was raised by my mom who had to work two jobs to provide for us yet still had time to help with my home work. She was the strongest person I ever knew, and it always inspired me. I also remember coming across a bodybuilding competition on tv when I was a kid and being blown away by how powerful all the girls looked. I wanted to look just like them with they're big, ripped muscular physiques. Then I started working for you, and just loved that even though you were a frail older woman you still showed dominance and controlled the room no matter where or who you were talking too. It must be intoxicating to have that kind of control, I mean I sometimes get turned on giving the other girls orders that I have to run to the washroom to satisfy my urges."
Millie started laughing.
"Well I can't say that I had ever gotten to that point, but I have to admit that it is a turn on. I've always been in control in the bedroom and it use to scare the men away because they were suppose to be in charge. It was a different time, but I'm happy to see things have changed."
"I don't know about that. Every guy I've ever been with has always tried to take advantage of me cause I'm just so skinny and weak. Working here has given me more confidence but if only I had half the muscles you have, who knows what I could accomplish..."
Bang!
Both ladies were startled when they heard a flower pot fall to the ground. In it's former place was Betty the Midwife's shocked and embarrassed looking face. Millie smiled.
"Hi Betty! Just in time for my check up."
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I love this story
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One of the best on this site
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Sorry about the wait between these last few chapters. I've written the last two chapters on my own and the upcoming one to fill in the gaps and give closure to all the characters that was lacking in the original draft. Once I finish this next chapter the rest will come faster as it's already completed and just have to add a few things.
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No problem! Take your time. A good story takes time but is worth it.
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"I'm so sorry, Millie! I was early and didn't want to disturb you..."
Betty was nervously trying to apologize.
"Please, Betty. There's no need to be sorry, it's just a cheap flower pot. I'm more disappointed that you were watching from afar instead of helping poor Autumn."
"I..I..shouldn't..."
"Oh my sweet Betty, I know you lust for my body. I could see it in your eyes the moment I first interviewed you to be my midwife. Your experience and qualifications were outstanding, but it was your attraction for me that really sealed the deal. I'm sure lots of people would be weirded out helping an older muscle lady give birth to their first child, so it was comforting having someone who enjoyed the idea."
At that moment it was like a huge weight came off the midwife's shoulders. Yes, she was attracted to Millie and over the months all she wanted was touch and kiss her body all over, however she had be professional and fight those urges. After every check up, she would pull her car over in a wooded area just off the estate and pleasure herself for over an hour at the thought of her clients expanding and de-aging body.
"Now please, strip down and make yourself comfortable. I need you to give this baby mama a "proper" check-up."
Betty was nervous about getting naked. Being overweight her entire life, she was very self conscious about her body. She slowly took her clothes off until she was just flesh and bones, sweat dripping off her body due to her nerves and shaking tremendously from the excitement of "examining" Millie. The midwife walked over, kneeled down beside the hulking woman and started her check-up starting with the big pregnant belly. Betty has never seen anything like it before, there was still a prominent set of eight pack abs with thick veins running all over it and a tiny little outie belly button at the very tippy top. She ran her hands over it and felt like rubbing a velvet covered turtle shell. Putting her ear up against it, she listen for a heart beat only to be intoxicated by the sound and movement of Millie's breathing. Suddenly, she was awoken from her daze by a strong kick to the face. It was the hardest kick she ever felt and actually kind of hurt.
Millie chuckled.
"Sorry hun! I forgot to mention that she's been kicking like crazy lately. She's feisty and energetic, just like her mom."
Betty was rubbing her newly minted bruise on the side of her face but happy to know that the baby was healthy. She continued her examination down to Millie's vagina to see if it the cervix had any signs of early dilation which could lead to a premature pregnancy. Luckily it looked perfectly fine, but Betty was intrigued by how her pussy seemed to look tighter and the size of the ever growing clit.
"Mmmm you like my growing boy in his shrunken boat?" asked Millie.
It was now Betty who was chuckling.
"It's very impressive! It's even bigger then a couple of guys that I've dated"
"Haha! Well I guess you wouldn't have any issues sucking me down, would ya?"
"Oh my god! Millie...I'm... I'm flattered...but I don't think it would be professi..."
"Please, Betty! I'm sooooo horny. My hormones are out of wack and I need to be constantly pleasured or I'll go crazy. Autumn has been eating me out for over an hour and since she stopped five minutes ago I'm aroused as ever. So be a dear and service me!"
Betty had never been so scared yet turned on in her life, immediately going to town on her clients juicy clit. Millie looked over at Autumn with a smirk and gave her a wink. The redhead was in awww, seeing the master taking full control of another peasant. She bit her bottom lip and started rubbing her dripping pussy. She wanted to be that powerful so fucking bad!
Millie's eyes started rolling back as she moaned and bucked like never before. She was in total shock at how the midwife was pleasuring her "manhood".
"Holy Shit! You're fucking amazing! You got to show me how you do those moves."
"I'm so glad you like it. Since I'm not the best looking girl out there, I had to learn how to give great head to get the guys to come back for more."
"Oh girl! Don't be so hard on yourself, you're an amazing woman."
"Thanks, but if I had a hot muscle bod like yours I bet I could also get people to kneel and pleasure me at a snap of a finger."
"So what if I could make that happen?"
"Are you serious?!"
"Well since you've been so good to me and Autumn here also wants to be jacked why don't you two become training partners? Simon and I can show you girls the ropes."
Both woman were in total glee.
"All I ask is for you two to give it everything you got and to continue to pleasure and service my every need till the baby arrives and I can have sex with Michael again. Deal?"
"Oh my god! Yes! Yes! please! We'll do anything!"
"Good! Now will you please relieve the pressure from all this milk in my tits? My back is killing me."
Each women took care of one of her large, vascular breast. It tasted so sweet and was thicker then normal milk, almost like a watered down milkshake. The feeling of having her breast pumped and the constant kicking of her baby girl inside of her was enough to make Millie squirt like the fountain in front of her mansion.
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I'm very happy to see the story continuing, especially on what looks will be a very very interesting path!
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Love this story
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Eventually, it was time. Betty declared that the birth was imminent and kept Millie under close surveillance. It was a strange situation. She was a 110-year old woman, without any previous birth, and she was looking like a heavyweight bodybuilder in her late 20's. The plan for the birth was getting tossed over almost monthly. At first, the plan had been to have a cesarean at a high-level intensive care hospital since no one could imagine such a birth. Then Betty had found that the drugs Millie had been taking had completely changed things and the intense physical training had allowed her to be in a shape that would allow for pretty much any style of birth. For a while, Millie had contemplated having her kid at home, but in the end, the hospital had won out. It was just safer this way. She had spent the last months doing yoga, getting to know her body and to acquire a certain mastery of her inner muscles. Betty suggested a whole barrage of exercises that would make the birth easier and Millie was very consistent.
They had moved back to the main building in the city to make sure the ride to the hospital would be quick and safe. Now all that was left was to wait. Millie groaned as she walked around the living room. She was constantly switching between being annoyed by the sitting around, the going to the toilet and the waddling about. Her body looked rather strange now. Her legs were columns of hard, brutally defined muscles that would put any speed skater to shame. Above them came a massive belly that was incredibly round and prominent. Her abs had split and now clung to her sides while the linea nigra ran over top of it. Her huge milky tits rested on that sphere, all soft and alluring. Then came her pecs, which were even bigger and harder than before. The muscle collar that framed her bullneck was just as astonishingly thick. Overall, she was surprised by how bulky she had become. The massive size of her belly was being compensate by the vastness of her lats which gave her a broad, rather stout silhouette. She wondered whether she would recover her slimmer look eventually …
Of course, her massive arms and shoulders made things even crazier. Right now, she could easily pass for a linebacker. If she didn’t spend an hour a day at least on stretching and maintaining her mobility, she would have been completely helpless the moment she dropped on the bed, like a turtle flipped on her (albeit extremely muscular) back. That was another thing, the pregnancy had made her spine hard and inflexible and she found it difficult to do some of the exercises she was used to. Right now, she really had enough, despite having wanted to have a kid for so long.
Michael stayed around, having successfully delegated a lot of his duties for now. He would return to the lab eventually, but for now, she was at the center of his attention. He did try to continue his work from here, but it was doomed to fail. He just couldn’t focus much.
Just now, Millie was waddling by, her strong arms pushing against her arched back. She laughed:
“I wonder what I would have said if I had seen someone like me fifty years ago.”
Michael shrugged:
“I don’t think anyone like you was even possible ten years ago.”
“Good point.”
She looked over his shoulder.
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing, really. I was just trying to figure out how to increase the interaction between the steroid and the fertility treatment. Maybe make it work at a lower dosage.”
“Or to have more kids at a time?”
“Uh … Would you have wanted to?”
“I’m not sure. This one is already way too big and heavy for me … Imagine having two at the same time!”
“I gotta admit, I wouldn’t even know where to fit … Millie, are you okay?”
She looked half happy and half confused. Then she said:
“Okay, I think it’s starting. Get Betty. Get the panic bag!”
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This is going to get interesting. Will they have a super baby
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Interesting. I'm reminded of a comic made by Femfortefan. Keep up the nice work.
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Minutes later, they were on the way. The driver worked his way through the traffic while Betty did her best to keep her ward stable and ready.
In the end, it was all for nothing.
“Aaah … It’s … Oh my God … I …”
Millie spread her muscular legs and almost dropped down to the floor. Michael caught her, and with Betty’s help directed her to the ground. She got on all fours, groaning. The midwife told Michael:
“She’s having the kid now. Get in front and be at her side!”
He did as he was told while Betty got behind her.
“Aaah … This … Aaaah!”
“You’re doing fine, Millie, just let it come. Breathe, and now, push. Gently, now a bit stronger, great … You’re open … wonderful.”
“Aaah … Oooh …”
Michael didn’t know what to say, so he made soothing noises and mumbled some “you’re doing fines” while Millie got into the rhythm. The midwife said:
“You’re doing great, one more push … Here’s the head …”
The elevator arrived, the door opening. Michael gesticulated at the nurses for help and looked back at Millie. Just then, she pressed once more and with a slightly gross flubby sound, the baby came out.
Betty had her.
“She’s out, you’re doing fine. Well done! She’s alright!”
There was a furious and very loud scream as the kid, Olivia, made herself known to the world. When the stress faded from Millie’s face, Michael also noticed that the years had faded away again from her face. As she recovered, her face still red from the exhaustion, she seemed even younger …
The personnel turned up and helped her on a bed and rolled her away for the rest of the examination and to wait for the afterbirth, while Betty and the nurses took care of the kid, then returned her to the mother, who was happy to cradle her in her muscular arms. Michael ended up getting mostly ignored by the nurses at first. Well, actually not ignored. They gave him interested little looks, after all, he was the perfect hunk, but they stayed out of the way.
Once everything calmed down and Millie and Olivia were declared to be healthy and safe, he was invited to come in, kiss the mother and to take a good look at the cute child. He held his daughter in his strong arms and she snuggled vaguely against him. He was instantly lost. She was sooo cute! She even had a tuft of red hair on her scalp. She was also a big girl, weighing in at a whopping 20lbs 6oz the doctors say she was just a couple pounds shy of the world record. No wonder Millie was in so much pain near the tail end of her pregnancy. Olivia's adorable chubby cheeks were bobbing around as she was sucking on her soother, however they they were the only thing chubby on her. She had a little set of strong looking arm and legs and a hint of a six pack poking through the little amount of baby fat that she carried. There's no question she was his and Millie's kid.
Millie was resting, but when she saw him like this, she asked:
“Say, Michael, once this is all over, will you marry me?”
He nodded. It was a wonderful moment …
The next day, Michael was rolling Millie and Olivia in a wheel chair out of the hospital to bring them home. Millie felt strong enough to walk but it brought out some nostalgia of her being a nearly cripple 109 year old almost two years ago that she just wanted to let it soak in one last time before starting her new life as a barely legal young mother. Plus it gave her a chance to breast feed Olivia. As they waited at the hospital entrance for the limo to pick them up, a middle age woman walked over:
"Sucuse me, sir! Are y'all the father of this adorable little gal?" the woman asked in a deep southern drawl.
"Yes I..."
Michael was slapped in the face before he was able to finish his sentence.
"How dare you! A man your age sleeping with and impregnating such a young girl. And you, missy! Don't you know it's a sin to have sex before marriage?! I'm just glad that the lord gave you both enough common sense to not have an abortion so this beautiful little angel can bless this world."
After Karen walked away, the new parents burst out laughing!
"If only she knew..."
"Like, she probably would have ran around with her hands in the air yelling "Praise Jesus! It's a miracle!" then accidently get ran over by an ambulance."
They laughed even harder, even Olivia started giggling.
It was then that it sunk in for Michael just how much of a change Millie has been through. Gone was the weak ancient woman that Michael first met and fell in love with and now sat a gorgeous 19 year old looking young woman with long and luscious blonde hair tied with a single braid draped over her built shoulder. Her skin was glowing and looked smooth like butter with no wrinkles in sight. She had the cutest set of dimples, plump lips and her piercing blue eyes looked so big. Even her voice and laugh sounded so youthful. It should have felt weird to him being the older looking one now, however he felt like the older and mature one for a long time now.
"It's probably best that we stop your treatment now, or you're going to end up..."
"Yeah, I get it. I'll just keep taking the steroids, ok?"
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Love every single chapter
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I hope she grows really big, love it.
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Please also ensure that Michael does not become a wimp. Hope he can return to his late 20s by using it himself. I look forward to Olivia playing in the U8s when 5 years old, in the U12s when 8 and in U18s when 12
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...It was a sad day in the business and pharmaceutical world.
The great Mildred Thorne had suddenly passed away at the age of 111 years old. The C.E.O. of Thorne Pharmaceuticals and Thorne Cosmetics was laid to rest today near her estate during a large funeral with many powerful people and the late tycoon's staff of workers attending. Rumors were swirling that she had experimented on herself with a new drug that could reverse menopause and possibly have de-ageing affects, however those are hard to tell as she went into hiding before anyone could see dramatic changes. Last time anyone seen her outside of her tight knit social circle she was still looking old but seemed much more spry and healthier then her former frail self. Eventually she did manage to deliver a baby girl but died a few days later after what seemed to be complications from the drugs. It was a huge blow for modern medicine as had it been a success it could have changed life as we know it. The child managed to survive and is now in the care of Michael Gallagher, one of Thorne Pharmaceuticals and a close friend of Ms. Thorne. Gallagher has been declared to inherit Thorne's empire and fortune, spear heading a new era for the large corporation and could have major effects on the stock markets.
From MSNBC news, I'm Dawn Whalen...
"Looks like they bought it!" said Michael, taking off his funeral attire while going through different news channels on tv.
"Of course they did. They'll release anything without doing much research for ratings." Millie mentioned, watching the same news reel in the master bathroom while taking a much needed bubble bath after a long day.
Once they got home from the hospital, they had a long and thoughtful discussion about the serum and figured it would be crazy and unsafe to release it to the public. If it got in the wrong hands, say a ruthless dictator or a crazy rich guy that wants to take over the world, who knows what could happen. People have killed to find the fountain of youth and here was Michael and Millie in possession of it. Although it might have made them the richest and most powerful couple in the world over night, they decided it was best to destroy all records of the experimental drug and declare it a failure. Millie thought of the idea of dying from it so everyone would think it was unsafe and would give her the opportunity to start a new life.
"I'm still surprised nobody there clued in that it was you along side me, I assumed someone would put two and two together."
"Well no one there was old enough to see how I looked like under the age of 70 so I figured nobody would second guess that "Hot young" Millie was old Mildred Thorne in disguise. Plus I got to hand it to Shanique and Maria, they really sold it with all their sobbing"
"So how did it feel to witness your own funeral?"
"It was suiting for that old hag. Mildred would have loved it with all the flowers, the classical music playing, hors d'euvres and cucumber sandwiches but I was so bored! I'd wanted like a DJ and everyone dance the night away, twerking their asses off and doing shots in honor of me." Millie started dancing in the tub swinging her big strong arms around.
She was definitely acting and talking like a young adult ever since she delivered Olivia, but Michael still loved her and knew it was the same woman that he fell for.
"However, I will say that it was great to say my final goodbyes and like really freeing to finally let go of my old self once and for all! I don't even feel like I have any connection anymore to when I was old Mildred, like I'm a totally different person. I can do whatever I want now!"
"So what does a hot young thing like yourself wants to do with her life, missy?"
"Hmmm well I thought about going to college as I never had that experience before and of course I want to do some bodybuilding shows. All I know for sure is that I want you and our little Olive to be a part of it."
Michael reached in for a kiss only to be dragged in the tub by the young hulking bombshell.
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Is this the finale? If so it was a wonderful story
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Is this the finale? If so it was a wonderful story
No, there's 2 or 3 chapters left and they'll be an kind of an epilogue as it takes places a couple of years after the last chapter and wrap up all the characters storyline.
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Life had certainly changed for the "young" couple. Shortly after Mildred's funeral, Millie decided she wanted to sell the large estate as it didn't fit her style anymore and wanted sometime more modern. They settled on a gorgeous beach front mansion in Malibu that was surrounded by large windows, chic furnishings and of course a home gym that makes Gold's Gym look like a Planet Fitness. They also wanted to move to the west coast because she got excepted to UCLA's pre med program and wanted to be close enough to campus so she could take care of Olivia after class.
Although Maria, Shanique and Simon decided to follow them and were compensated well for it, the rest of the staff weren't able to make the move due to not wanting to relocate their families so they were offered shares into the company that made them rich enough to retire and not have to worry about money for the rest of their lives.
As for Michael, he quickly resigned as CEO of Thorne pharmaceuticals and cosmetics as he wasn't the business type and preferred to stick with the science department. Not to mention that being in charge would caused him to stay near the headquarters on the east coast and been away from his soon to be wife and daughter. He was still able to do his research and experiments in a lab near his new home and figured he was more beneficial to the company in that role. However, before Michael stepped down he appointed the new CEO which ruffled a lot of feathers of the board members with his choice of replacement. He explained that this person doesn't have any experience running a company, but that they're a natural born leader and that Mildred would have agreed 100% with this decision.
Now that they were settled, Millie was loving the beach life! It was hard at first to balance school and being a new parent but once she got into a routine it was like clockwork and she even had time to get her workouts in. She woke up early every morning before the sun rose for a run on the beach to get her cardio in followed an intense hour long workout. By then Olivia was up and she would breast feed her as she ate her first of six meals of the day. Then it was time to head off to school until the evening were she'd breast feed Olivia again as she ate a pre workout meal, put another hour in the gym with Michael, do her homework and study while eating her last meal and finally cuddle in bed with her hubby while watching some reality tv shows, reading a book or on some occasions if she wasn't too tired fucking each others brains out. Friday nights she would go out to frat parties and clubs with her friends and classmates from school. Millie didn't want to go to them at first since she had a family but Michael insisted that she goes in order to get the full college experience and that she deserved to blow off some steam and have fun. She was quickly turning into the most popular student on campus as she was always the life of the party dancing around with all the guys and girls and showing off her strength by arm wrestling the football players or seeing how many kegs hung on a long metal bar she can squat. Though lots of people wanted to get in her pants and fuck that muscle ass, she stayed true and only allowed Michael to bang her. As fun as it was to have sex with other people, the last few months of her pregnancy made them both realized how much they missed being intimate with each other and only wanted to make love together from here on out. As all the party goers woke up every Saturday morning super hung over, Millie was always fresh as a daisy since she opted not to drink because she was breast feeding and also tried to keep her body as lean as possible.
This lead to her and Michael planning for their first bodybuilding show. They decided on competing in the couples category for the first show and then branch out to singles to get their pro cards and eventually become Mr and Mrs Olympia. They also planned to have their wedding the next day as they figured most of the guest will want to see them compete so it would make it easier on them for travelling. Not to mention they would both look their absolute best being swole and shredded for their beach front wedding and honeymoon.
There was just on little problem that cause a slight delay...
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Love a good cliffhanger. K+
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Two years later...
It was showtime! Though it took longer then anticipated to compete in their first show due a certain pandemic that shall not be named, they were finally here and loving every minute of it. The dieting had been harsh on Millie, but somehow she had kept her big, enticing tits and just enough bodyfat not to look gaunt. In her perfect baby-blue bikini, her ripped muscles delicately made-up to look even more intense, she was a sight to behold. Michael was at a similar level. He had struggled a bit with the dieting, but he was more than able to compensate by sheer mass. Now, after all this training, he was sporting a truly massive superheroic physique and with his short curly red hair, his fancy professor glasses and his matching briefs, he looked like a weird Clark Kent/Superman crossover. Since there was no body hair allowed for the competition, he had shaved off and waxed all the manly fur with Millie's help. She wasn't crazy about this at first since she loved him hairy and found his long hipster style beard super sexy, but once he was clean shaven she was reminded how cute and how young he looked when they first met. They looked like an early twenties insta**** couple taking selfies in front of the mirror of in the bathroom of the hotel suite.
An hour later, they were down in the pump room joined by a few of their friends. The one bright side about the pandemic delay was that it gave time for the others to pack on some muscle. Shanique, who had always looked fit and athletic was now sporting the body that would make Ms. Physique Olympia. All the "protein" that she consumed pleasuring Michael during Millie's pregnancy had triggered her body to pack on muscle easily. Not to mention the nerdy muscle hunk had insisted that she and Maria had to train with him if they wanted to be fucked by him which gave them the drive to pump iron. Once Olivia was born and he went back to a monogamous relationship with Millie, the two maids continued with their training program and made significant gains. However, Maria had to ease up on her training as she volunteered to be Millie and Michael's surrogate for their second child and was unable to compete in this show. The couple wanted more children but she wasn't crazy about carrying another one just yet as she was extremely busy so they asked the maids if one of them wanted to be their baby momma. Both wanted to do it so they agreed on a rock paper scissor battle to see who would carry the baby and the busty latina had won, but Shanique would get the opportunity to carry the third in the coming years.
Betty was right beside her, taking a break from her bicep curls to practice her posing. If Shanique made some impressive gains, Betty's were flat out mind blowing! Gone was the overweight, flabby middle age body and replaced with a ripped heavyweight female bodybuilder's. Michael's protein packed cum had nothing on Millie's muscle gain breast milk and it has done wonders for her. Millie had hooked her up with Simon to train her and they really hit it off. Turns out they had lots in common and after her first training session Betty gave him one of her famous blow jobs to thank him for taking her on. He couldn't believe how she was able to take all of his massive black cock and huge balls in one go, no one has ever been able to do that. He was in love! As she became stronger, she became more confident and more dominant and begun to overpower her trainer in bed. They both enjoyed it and Simon popped the question a week before the show as she had him pin down to the grown and sucking on her growing womanhood. The proposal sounded muffled but she could tell what he was saying as she was now use to hearing him talk with something in his mouth.
And then there was Autumn. Of all the girls, her life and body has changed the most in the last two years. Just like Betty, the breast milk had given her the ability to achieve the body of her dreams but she didn't stop there. The tall redhead had started taking a ton of steroids and growth hormone and her fascial appearance had changed dramatically, developing a square jaw, tons of wrinkles and a deep velvety voice which resembled to someone who has been a abusive smoker for years. Even her red hair had lost some volume and started turning grey. To some they would freak out about these changes, but not Autumn. She absolutely loved it! With these changes and her now hulking physique that was on par with Millie's, she now intimidated others and commanded respect. Now that she was CEO of Thorne pharmaceuticals and cosmetics she also had power. No one would question her decisions as they were too scared to upset her and as a result she had turned the company into the richest and most valuable in the world turning her into a multibillionaire almost over night. All of this was making her constantly horny and she always had hot "assistants" to pleasure her and keep her sane. When she didn't have access to her staff she would wear a vibrator up her snatch to keep her under control, such as right now at the competition. Everyone in the pump room can hear the sound of it was well as the bubbling of her wet pussy but no one questioned her.
"Alright competitors! Everyone competing in the couples category please line up single file and side by side with your partner. We are going on in 5!"
That was the young muscle couples cue. There was five couples in total but none of them had anything against Millie and Michael. They were the last ones to go on and their turn was next. Even though a win was in the bag, Michael was still a bit nervous to pose in front of hundreds of spectators. That is until he turned over and saw Millie radiating from the stage lights.
His fiancé grinned at him, her teeth sparkling.
“Ready?”
To tease him, she let her mighty tits bounce. He took a deep breath, bit his lip and said:
“Ready. Let’s do this!”
They stepped on stage to the music, and started their posing routine.
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K+ but how is baby Olivia?
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I hope this isn’t the last chapter. A guilty pleasure that I had hoped to continue
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That was a really great story. Excellent work El Roy, Cheers !
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:bravo:
Truly a great story from beggining to end and epiloge.
While all the story treats are wrapped up I hope we can get a second epiloge a couple of years into the future, given the effect Millies milk had on already adult woman I think I'm not the only one wondering what effect it had on the babies at the hospital were she dropped the excesses and how did Olivia ended up once she hitted puberty
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Hey guys! Just letting you know that I have at least one more chapter (maybe two) to go to finish it off. Sorry it's taking so long, I've been extremely busy with work but now I'm off for the next two weeks so I'm planning to release it before Christmas. As for your idea Kilyaden, I was thinking of making a sequel that takes place in the future where both Millie and Olivia rejuvenate but your ideas also sound great.
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It has been my favourite story on here. Thank you for your efforts
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Good to hear there is more to come!
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hope you can write another story evolving grammar
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ment to say another story involving grandma not Grammer your fine love your stories
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"...and in first place, your new couples bodybuilding champions...Michael and Millie Gallagher!"
The crowed erupted! Hours ago they were complete unknowns in the bodybuilding community, but now the muscled young couple had taken the world by storm with their massive physiques and Millie's impressive gymnastic moves during their posing routine. All the work she had put in to improve her flexibility as she was getting fitter and muscular had paid off, giving Millie the ability to do flips and splits like she was competing as a fitness competitor but with twice the size. Michael grabbed his fiancé by her waist and lifted her up in the air like she was a little kid in excitement, then brought her down just enough so they could have a celebratory make out kiss.
"To present the trophies, we have a special guest. Please give a warm welcome to Olivia Gallagher and Maria Gonzalez..."
Maria, who looked stunning in a purple sparkling gown that formed perfectly on her muscular frame and showed off her beautiful baby bump and massive milk producing breast was absolutely glowing. She had a Statue of a muscled couple in one hand and guiding Olivia on stage with the other. Olivia was adorable looking chunky in a pink bedazzled track suit with her long red hair tied into pig tails. She was carrying two massive double-headed axes in either hand, trying to hide her face behind one looking shy in a cute way. As soon as she seen her parents she ran towards them, being greeted by her mother who gave her a warm embrace in her big arms. She handed one of the axes to Millie then went over to her dad where he picked her up with one arm, gave her a kiss on the cheek and flexed the opposite bicep to the crowd with his axe in hand. Maria placed the statue on the ground in front of them and held Millie's arm up in the air as the whole family posed for pictures.
Before they walked off stage, music started blaring on the P.A. system as if someone was about to do a posing routine. That's when Olivia walked right to the middle of the stage and ripped off her track suit to reveal what was hiding underneath. She had a matching two piece posing suit made of the same material as her destroyed sweats that was stretched over her tiny but hulking physique. With a big smile on her face she threw up an impressive double bicep pose, displaying how big and vascular her arms are. Then she put her hands behind her back, stuck one leg out and crunched her abs to fully expose her 8 pack abs and obliques in their most imposing form. Doing a back flip, she landed with a lat spread then a quarter turn to show off her side bicep and tree trunks for legs. With another quarter turn she did another lat spread, this time to reveal just how big her back was and complimented it with a rear double bicep. The crowd was going nuts and any signs of Olivia's previous shyness was completely gone, she was a total muscle diva dancing around on stage. Michael wrapped his arms around Millie and whispered in her ear "That's our girl!". Millie just smiled with tears of joy running down her cheeks. When the music stopped, Olivia gave the roaring crowd a most muscular pose to remember then waved at her folks to join her. With all three in a crab pose the Gallagher's were a sight to behold.
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When they returned afterwards, they were exhausted but happy. Another massive bodybuilder gave them an admiring nod. They had just blown the competition out of the water and they were both proud, but also very, very tired. An older woman addressed them. From her stretched sleeves, they could tell she was a former bodybuilder herself. She had a mic in hand and a camera man was beside her waiting to interview the champs.
“Congratulations on your win! How do you feel?”
Millie nodded slowly at Michael, then replied:
“Good … Really good … It was great, don’t you think?”
He agreed eagerly.
“It was great fun. I’m glad we won, but there were a lot of very good candidates.”
Millie frowned a little, but added:
“We won, though. The work paid off.”
The woman nodded:
“It was amazing. You have this chemistry … It’s not often that couples work this well together on stage.”
Millie shrugged her enormous shoulders.
“Oh, we’ve been through a lot together. That helps.”
“Wonderful. You’re so young, though. How did you manage to get this big at such a young age?”
“Oh … I guess I just got the hang of it, and after our daughter was born, I thought, why not? I wanted to get in shape anyway and …”
He continued the sentence: “… and then we wanted to show off a bit.” Michael added a self-aware smile.
“Congratulations, then! Your daughter can be proud to have such dedicated and fit parents!”
“We're more proud of her, we had no idea that she was going to come up on stage and do that. Looks like those dancing lessons and gymnastics are paying off"
Michael laughed and said:
"It was a big surprise for sure! She's turning more and more into her mother everyday."
The interviewer then asked Olivia: "So were did you learn how to pose like that, sweetie?"
Her mom grabbed her and carried her in one arm so she was closer to the mic.
"Well I would see my daddy posing in front of the mirrors at home and I thought he looked so cool, so I asked my aunts Maria and Shanny if they could help me. Maria made me this suit and Shanny showed me how to pose and some dance moves."
"That's fantastic! Well you sure killed it out there and looked amazing. How does a smart 8 year old like yourself get so big?"
Millie was nervous by this question. She didn't want to expose to the world that Olivia wasn't even three yet. They weren't 100% sure but thought that the serum had caused her to mature both physically and mentally three times faster then normal.
"Oh, just eating my veggies and staying active..." answered Olivia
Millie rubbed her nose against the girl’s and said to the interviewer:
“I think it was a great show. I’m glad we won, and I’m happy everybody had fun.”
The woman nodded and said:
“If you don’t mind, could I interview you in more detail soon?”
The massive bodybuilder checked with Michael with a look, then nodded.
“Just give us a call.”
After a quick goodbye, the woman still had other people to interview, Michael took Olivia and said:
“Let’s get out of here. I think it’s time for bed for our girl here.”
“Oh Michael, you’re always so strict!”
“Well, we can’t all be twenty-one and act like it.”
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As they walked out of the auditorium they were greeted outside by the rest of the girls and Simon. Shanique and Autumn were both chatting about their experiences on stage while holding their axes that they won for winning the overall physique and women's bodybuilding titles respectively. Betty meanwhile was making out with Simon with her 2nd place statue in hand. They all congratulated each other with hugs that would crush a normal person's rib cage.
While Michael was hugging Shanique he noticed a familiar face walking over towards them from a cab.
"Camille?"
"Michel, mon cher! You look amazing!"
They kiss each other on the cheeks.
"Merci! What are you doing here though, I thought you were only flying in tomorrow for the wedding?"
"Well when I last talked to Millie she said you too were competing together in a bodybuilding show so I caught an earlier flight and hoped I'd make in time to cheer you on. But with all the restrictions at the airport now I couldn't make on time. Je m'excuse."
"Don't be! I'm just thrill you're here to celebrate, we won if you haven't guessed"
"Félicitation! I knew you guys would win, but I didn't expect you to get so big. I mean look at these puppies..."
Camille grabbed Michael's bicep with both hands getting turned on by is transformation.
"So where is my dear Millie? I bet she must be as big as that gorgeous blonde standing behind you by now."
Michael laughed. He forgot that the last time Camille saw Millie she looked like a 70 year old. He thought that she might have sent pics to her showing how she looked since they texted and called each other regularly, but he guessed wrong. That's when Millie realized Camille was there.
"Camille, ma belle! You came."
It was almost cartoon like how Camille's eyes bulged out of her head and jaw hit the floor. Millie gave her a hug and lifted her off the ground while she remained in complete shock. She grabbed the young blonde's face and stared right into her eyes.
"Millie? Mon cherie? It...it really is you! Sacrebleu! You look younger then me."
They aggressively kissed each other on the cheeks in excitement then passionately kissed on the lips.
"You need to share your beauty tips!"
They both laughed. Millie then introduced her to everyone and finally to Olivia.
"Au mon dieu! Tu es si jolie! Your mother talked so much about you but I didn't imagine how cute you'd with your papa's red hair. And your muscles, you look just like your parents."
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The next day was the big day, and what a magical one it was. The weather was beautiful, the beach side venue was perfect and Millie looked dropped dead gorgeous in her white dress. Olivia led the wedding party down the aisle throwing flower peddles everywhere, followed by Maria, Shanique, Betty and Autumn. Finally the muscle queen herself came down, everyone eyes were on her but she had her eyes on her beau. They exchanged vows, gave each other their rings, said I do and kissed like there was no tomorrow. The reception was spectacular, the food was incredible and everyone had a blast on the dance floor. Camille and Autumn seemed to be really hitting it off and even snuck away to have their own fun. The party went on late into the night...
The next morning, they awoke, a little tired, but quite proud of themselves. They had fallen asleep somewhat clumsily, the axes from their win 2 days before still lying in the middle of the room, while the statue had rolled under the bed. Millie's dress was lying on the floor while pieces of Michael's tux could be found all over the room.
Olivia had spent the night in Maria's room. Normally, her parents did their best to be around to take care of her, but for last night and this morning, they had decided on taking a day off.
Millie stretched her massive arms and fluttered her legs a bit, then looked over to Michael, who was grinning at her. She was looking as fresh-faced and young as ever, and no one would have given her over one hundred years.
“Morning, gorgeous!”
She kissed him and replied:
“You too, big man.”
She pulled him over, his heavy, muscled body resting on hers.
“I still can’t believe it, Millie …”
“Me neither, but you’ve made me very happy. I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together and get bigger and bigger…”
“Do you seriously want to get even bigger?”
“Why not? It feels incredible!”
She flexed a massive, veiny arm and grinned at his lusty smile.
“Besides, I can tell you want it too …”
“You’ve got a point.”
He hugged her and they stayed like that, all close and relaxed. Finally, she said:
“Sooo … What do you think? I know we have a child by surrogacy on the way and we promised Shanique she could carry a child for us too, but how'd would you feel if I tried to get pregnant again? I feel ready now that everything has settled.”
“Nah. The more the merrier.”
“Then we’ll have to practice again, big man!”
She worked her nightgown up and caught him with her ripped legs.
He grinned and ran his hand towards her crotch.
“Wow … It’s amazing to see you so strong … and so young!”
“Uh-huh … And I’ll do it again in a hundred years …”
THE END
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Well, that's it! Hope you all enjoyed reading. It was fun writing it but I'm relived to finally be done with it :funny:
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Loved the story although I would have liked to see how big Millie would become
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Loved the story although I would have liked to see how big Millie would become
Glad to see you enjoyed it! I'm thinking of writing a sequel that takes place in the future based around Millie and Olivia.
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Amazing encore, looking forward to that sequel with Olivia
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Thank you for many hours of wonderful reading