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CGMan presents: Armelia Burstins
An English Story of Discovery & Wonder by Someone Who Has Never Been to England. It's Also About Growing Female Muscles.
For adults only
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Many people have asked me why I have the proclivities I have. To most, the idea of a man lusting after women with more than their fair share of muscles is odd. How did I get to be this way? I'm quite sure you would never believe me if I told you. It is an experience.. Or perhaps...a force of nature that I will never forget. An event firmly embedded in my mind; though I am scarcely sure I believe it myself. Perhaps I should tell you. Yes. Then you can decide for yourself.
Let's go back to just before the beginning. At least the beginning as I know of it.
It was a cool, grey spring day in London. I was just thirteen at the time. Jeri the Dyke was a familiar sight at the nearby park. A woman of many talents; all of the artistic variety. Today she was wearing her familiar shabby clothing and strumming her guitar on the walk. This was a rich neighborhood and it was no accident that Jeri the Dyke was here. She was entertaining passerby's with her friendly smile, her improvised song lyrics, and her strange manner of speaking. Jeri the Dyke had the most unusual accent. I've traveled all around Great Britain in my days, but I've never found a match to how she speaks. Maybe it was a speech impediment of some sort. If it was, she made up for it grandly by radiating positive energy with a charming twinkle in her eye. People in the park could not help but to be enamored by her show.
"Mrs. Biwings!" Jeri the Dyke announced with glee.
"That's Mrs. Billings, Jeri." the stately Mrs. Billings said with a smile.
"Of couwse it is!" Jeri said. "You are wooking wonderful today." She strummed on her guitar. "Mrs. Biwings walks with decowum and gwace." Jeri strummed again on her guitar as she mustered her next line. "To see 'er makes me 'appy in me face!"
Mrs. Billings laughed a proper laugh with her hand over her heart. "You are such a charm, Jeri."
"Thank ye kindly Mrs.!" Jeri said with a bow. She deftly removed her cap and placed it before Mrs. Billings for a donation.
Mrs. Billings smiled and took some coins from her purse to place in Jeri's waiting cap.
"You are welcome, my dear."
Jeri the Dyke placed the coins in her pocket. "And if ye played for the other team you'd see me really pouring on the charm." she said as she gently nudged Mrs. Billings with her elbow.
Mrs. Billings giggled and walked along. Jeri spun around to see a bobby standing right behind her. She was briefly startled but then smiled and said, "Good mowning, Constable! No charge, of couwse." She plucked an impromptu tune on her guitar for the police officer. He smiled and tipped his cap. Jeri looked around and spotting another familiar face. "Mister Dimer!"
Mr. Dimer smiled, his large, curled mustache curling upwards.
"Mister Dimer..." Jeri strummed on her guitar with a smile. "It be a dreary day, Nowmally. But Mister Di..." Jeri paused when she felt a gust of wind. A single snowflake fluttered down and landed on her shoulder.
"Yes...?" Mr. Dimer said with an eager smile.
Jeri turned to face the cool air. "Eastewly winds..." She whispered. She gently strummed her guitar and looked out into the skies. She said quietly, "A familiaw chiw in the aiw."
Mr. Dimer's smile lessened and he looked confused.
Jeri strummed her guitar again with a gentle strum. "Somethin' be bwewin'.. About to begin." Her beautiful eyes squinted as she looked up to the grey clouds above her.
"Can't put me fingew on what wiw be." She paused again. "But I think what wiw 'appen, has 'appened befowe."
Mr. Dimer blinked in confusion. Jeri the Dyke looked down into Mr. Dimer's eyes and shook her head to snap out of her reverie. She gave Mr. Dimer a wink and played a snappy tune on her guitar.
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Meanwhile, just a block away, I had brought yet another nanny to the breaking point.
My bedroom door burst open. "That's it!" the nanny shouted, throwing her hands in the air. "I am completely resigned." She looked to the maid. "Tell Mr. Lender he can find someone else to be a nanny to that... That...brat!"
The maid gasped. "But please, can't you reconsider? Mr. Lender has had such a time finding a good nanny for young master Charlie."
The old nanny spun around and looked sternly at the maid. "He doesn't listen to me. He doesn't come to eat when his food is ready. He doesn't tidy his room. He doesn't speak with respect to me. All he does is mope in his room, play video-games and who-knows-what in his bathroom."
The maid lowered her gaze and shook her head. "He just needs firm guidance. He's at that age."
"The boy doesn't need a nanny, he needs electroshock therapy!"
The maid closed her eyes. She knew there was no changing her mind at this point.
"Tell Mr. Lender he can stick this job up his rich bottom." The nanny forcefully put her cap upon her head. "I quit!"
The maid sighed as she watched the angry nanny storm out the door. "Oh dear. Mr. Lender will not be happy about this."
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"Again? Again?! Again and again!" My father bloviated in response to his maid's report of the day's activities. He arrived from the bank earlier than normal today to get the bad news. "He's testing my resolve. No matter. I'll hire another. And another. Until we find one that can get the job done. And done PROPERLY!"
I peeked from around the corner as I listened to my angry father.
"Charlie is going to learn to be a proper, upstanding young man no matter how much it cost me." He spied me watching in the corner of his eye. He turned and pointed to me. "And YOU. I am very cross at you, young man. It's very unprofessional to treat a nanny this way. I expect you to be more respectful. If your mother was still alive today she would pass on all over again from disappointment."
He could see me wince from his last statement. For a moment he felt he had pressed to far. "Father?" I said.
"Yes, what is it?"
"Can you see to it that the next one isn't so...dumpy-frumpy?"
"Isn't so WHAT?"
"All of these nannies are such twisted old crones. Well why can't you get a nanny that is more fun to look at? Maybe someone with an active motor in their bonnet. Maybe even someone... pretty?"
"Charlie!" Father snapped. "I am not hiring for you to have a play mate, I am hiring for your betterment! Get up to your room and think about how you can be more respectful of your elders when I hire them! I have to place another bloody advertisement now thanks to you!"
I shuffled back to my room and switched on my Atari machine. I heard father shout upwards, "And turn off that infernal video-game!" Muting the sound I continued to play.
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The next morning at 9:00 AM my father was sitting alone at the table, his breakfast set before him and a newspaper in his hands. There was a firm knock on the door. Father lowered the paper. "Must be the first nanny applicant."
Father opened the door and was surprised to see only a single young, attractive woman of twenty years standing at the door. A folded umbrella in her hand. Her head was topped with a small black hat, adorned with yellow flowers. Her hair was wrapped tightly into a bun. Her long-sleeve dress-coat was prim and proper, all black except for a bright yellow scarf about her neck. Her hands wore gloves. Her face was strikingly beautiful, which took father aback.
"Yes young miss, can I help you?" he asked.
"Mr. Lender? I am here for the position of helping to raise your son."
"Oh uh.." Father stepped back.
"You are the father of young Charlie Lender, yes?"
"Yes.. Yes of course."
"Now." The young woman reached her gloved hand into her suit pocked and pulled out a piece of paper. "Just so you know; I am firm but never cross. Straight, never twisted. I have an active motor in my bonnet. I am young and one might even say..." she took a step closer to Father. Father took a half step back. "...pretty."
"What..." Father's jaw dropped. "How did you..."
"Am I to understand those were the qualities required?"
Father sputtered, "Yes. I mean no. Yes, but.."
The young woman tilted her head. "Are you alright, Mr. Lender?"
"That wasn't the advertisement *I* placed. How did you..."
The woman placed her index finger on father's lips. "Listen Mr. Lender. I am very good at what I do. I command respect and obedience. Would you like to know how I do this?"
All father could do was nod his head.
The woman set her umbrella against the wall and extended her arm out to her side, then bent her elbow. With her other hand she pointed at the center of her upper arm. "Place your hand here. Do so professionally and appropriately but give a squeeze with your fingers."
Father sighed "Now see here, this is very unusual." She did not respond. She only looked straight into his eyes. "Oh, alright." He then placed his hand on her sleeved arm. His brow furrowed. He gripped the arm and then gripped again. He could feel she had a tensed bicep the size of a large lemon on her arm. "What is this?"
"A point in fact it is a muscle, Mr. Lender. Something developed over years of dedication and intense hard work. You now see I have what all of your other nannies lack. Discipline. Will. Persistence. And because of this; strength. Boys need a strong role model in their lives. Someone to respect and learn from. And I am very strong. Are you quite finished, Mr. Lender?"
Father was unconsciously groping and squeezing about her upper arm. "Oh." He quickly retrieved his hand. "So sorry."
"Do I have the job then, Mr. Lender?"
"Oh, very well. Perhaps you do have qualities the others lacked. What is your name then?"
"Armelia Burstins, at your service, sir."
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To be continued in the finished story.
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