Author: [poddy] Natalie and the PumpSuit | #FMG

[Poddy]

II

Rachel's numb quads juddered as she rose from the floor. She shoved herself backwards against her younger captor, who cursed in confusion. Suddenly she was on two feet, barely balancing on her heels. The soles of her feet burned on the carpet as she twisted and flung herself backwards towards the window.

She felt the man's clumsy fingers slipping off the spandex as he fell. He cried out, but Rachel couldn't hear the thump as he landed over the deafening pounding in her head.

"Well..." he tisked and shrugged, ”Now I have to kill you." He lunged.

Rachel felt the whoosh of the crowbar rush past her nose as she dodged back towards the window frame. He stalked confidently closer. He dragged the crooked end along the carpet and smirked. The chilly night wind blew against her back.

She could feel the suit clawing more impatiently at her broken muscles. They'd never been starved like this before. Like ice cracking, the baseline sensation grew more irresistible, more unforgettable, while her inner resolve grew weaker with every eye-watering grope of pleasure. Rachel stood frozen, desperately trying to rest and keep her eyes open. She felt her muscles balling up. In a few more seconds there would be no stopping it. Was she even going to find out what her suit could do?  She couldn't hold it much longer. The goon grinned. His sinewy shoulders clenched as he threw his arm. "Oh God!" she yelped desperately. Terror pulled her back to consciousness.

"Ack!" he stopped suddenly. He looked down and saw his crowbar hooked through the straps of Rachel's backpack. He could barely lift the stuffed bag with his wrist. Rachel snatched the chance. She grabbed his wrist, yanked it, and followed it with a sharp knee to the groin.

Rachel clasped both hands around his crowbar and jerked it free as he bent double. Rachel speared into him. They both grimaced as his heel slipped on the chunky duffel bag behind him and he toppled onto his back.

She pointed her knees in his stomach and felt the air squeeze out of him as they landed. She slid the crowbar through his denim vest behind his shoulders. In a second he was clawing at her with outstretched arms. He grunted with confusion as his hands couldn't reach the girl sitting on top of him.

He roared indignantly. He rocked to his side and Rachel lithely slipped off. She skipped over and behind him, then hooked her arms around his neck in a chokehold. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her toes under her calves, and squeezed as hard as she could.

"That all you got?" he snarled as her mushy biceps barely dented his windpipe. He kicked his legs, but Rachel kept her grip locked. Seconds later, she huffed with incredulous delight she felt the indescribable pleasure shooting up her spine. She had him.

"I told you this was a bad time - hoah! - ummfphh!" Rachel let it in.

Instantly, the blinding ecstasy detonated inside her. Hard, choking and unstoppable. Her breaths suddenly became syncopated and short, desperately snatched between the orgasmic judders rippling through her. Her muscles had never feasted like this, or waited so long. Rachel snorted helplessly as every sinew in her body punched outwards.

The overwhelming pleasure clenched her jaw and made tears pool in her eyes. A feral grin stretched across her lips.

Rachel's crotch jerked savagely as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

"Yyyeesssss!" she hissed in the goon's ear.

The man felt the hot, soaking spandex sliding against his back and hot breaths wetting his neck. He'd never felt a heart beating so hard.  Rachel quivered and trembled, her ragged breaths poured into his ear. He cursed and squirmed helplessly in her grasp.

Then, on the quaking forearms wrapped under his chin, he watched a thick vein slither along Rachel's forearm. He watched, wide-eyed as it raced towards her elbow, splitting and splitting again. Rachel suddenly choked on a breath. She went silent. He heard the crackle of her cheeks grimacing, followed by a wet, organic creaking. A shiver ran down his spine.

A thick fillet of muscle thumped out of Rachel's forearm. Her fists clenched into little balls. He heard the greasy spandex rustling over her skin. Then her mushy limbs started to press harder against his body. "Oh my gu - hrrrkkk!" she grunted through choked breaths.

He felt the clinch around his neck tighten with a shocking surge of strength. Rachel's breaths finally burst back with carnal delight - syncopated and short, desperately snatched between the spasms of power rippling through her. But her moans were getting hungrier and higher-pitched. 'Was she enjoying this?' the man thought.

As her desperate moans vibrated through him, the goon suddenly felt her bicep pushing harder against his cheek. He snorted in disbelief as the swelling ball of muscle began filling his peripheral vision. Her skin was pulled taut with a flawless pale sheen, as a hard apple of bicep thumped against his jaw. Rachel growled carnally as she felt the newly sculpted peak of her bicep pressing hard against his cheekbones.

"What the fu - !" he choked. He kicked even harder, and rocked side to side, frantically trying to free himself.

But by then her shuddering delts were pounding against his ear. Rachel gasped helplessly as her delts punching outwards with wet crackle. They balled up with marble hardness in impatient thumps. Then, with an aching bloom of pleasure, they ripened outwards with seashell striations. 

The goon felt the erratic drumming in her inflating muscles, and gulped in shock as they expanded to match the rounded sheen of his own shaven scalp.

"Hnnnghhh - god!" Rachel burst. The pleasure was electric and unending. Orgasm after orgasm pounded her body. She couldn't hear herself, or the carnal moans she was pouring into the robber's ears. Her pussy ached as it rubbed against the sopping spandex. She'd never had so little control as her body crackled with choking, twisting spasms. She had no idea when it was going to end - how long it could keep pumping her with such ferocity. 

Rachel's muscles clenched forcefully and squeezed another whimper from her lips. Her captor's body started to dent under her empowered grip.

The man gulped as he heard another strained gurgle from her locked jaw.

"Hmmmm - hmmmmm!!" Widening sheets of muscle stretched across her back. Rachel's shoulders started stretching further apart. Her lats ploughed down her sides, pulling wide sheets from beside her shoulder blades. Her greasy choke-hold shifted as her torso was pumped into a flaring V-shape in long, aggressive stretches. Her upper body thumped until it was wider than her captive's. His desperate wriggling now was barely enough to budge her.

Moaning, she arched her back off the ground. The goon yelped quietly as his spine was bent backwards like cheap cutlery. In a hard volley of thumps, Rachel's upper back stamped against the ground. She savoured the pleasure of her broadening back muscles trying to squeeze each other. At last, her lower back flattened back down to the floor, and both of them sucked down another desperate breath.

"I'm gonna fuckin' - Let me - !" He roared with confused rage, but he was interrupted by a punishing buck from her crotch. Rachel's searing midriff began to ache wildly. She whined with rising volume, feeling her abdominal wall pushing outwards. Her skin felt tight as her abs pressed against the goon's back. Rachel panted helplessly as her core widened with decisive jerks. In moments her torso matched the man's body for width. Rachel's whine rose to a submissive groan, then suddenly an incredulous squeal.

"Ohmygodddd!" her hot breaths blasted across his cheek. Four hard thumps rolled up his spine. Rachel's narrow trail of abs punched into a cobbled path, pushing outwards with every orgasmic jerk of her hips. With another quaking burst of power, her 8-pack juddered into a jagged staircase of muscle. The straining spandex settled between her freshly ripened abs.

Bead after bead of sweat splashed onto the back of his neck. He swore in disbelief, was he dreaming? He could only imagine what was happening behind him. His body was shaken by another carnal judder. He couldn't fathom what was happening inside the body of the terrified girl wrapped around him, and it wasn't stopping.

She held her breath - so did he - and then listening to the greasy spandex creaking. "Ughhh - shit!" she cried. Her glutes thumped against the floor as they ripened and flexed into rock-hard walnuts of muscle. The impatient growth, tugged the spandex harder against her aching pussy. Another hit in indescribably pleasure exploded in her crotch.

"Huh - hoah - hnggghhhh!" She felt her pecs clenching feverishly together, spreading a thickening layer of muscle across her chest. The hungry tweaks and jerks of her muscle moved both their bodies as her pecs expanded. The spandex was getting tighter around her neck and Rachel gasped deliriously as her muscles poured forward. His shoulders were wrenched backwards. With a quivering shove, and he felt two hard slabs expanding between his shoulder blades, slowly pushing the air out of his lungs. They pumped hard against his spine, before they rolled higher towards his neck.

It felt better than she'd ever imagined. Her whole body was pulsing core of energy and ecstasy. Her modifications were working better than she could have dreamed. Her muscles ached, wanting to be squeezed and flexed.

Rachel growled and pressed her swelling muscles down on her captive. She wanted to twist the man in her grasp, who had wanted to take the suit, destroy her work or do god knows what else. She could barely feel her bicep flattening the goon's windpipe like a plastic straw.

Suddenly, her toes splayed as her quads squeezed viciously. Her shimmering quads began to spasm with fierce jolts. Then, with another exhausted gasp, the suit slid greasily up her thighs. Pulsing veins burst towards her crotch. Her hamstrings began stamping against his hips. He heard her dry mouth crackling as her quads ripened in time with the helpless snorts hissing through her nose.

Both her legs expanded in hungry jerks. He watched the sinews melt away as layer after layer of thick, plump muscle was packed into her thighs. They pressed again his ribcage like a vice as they grew larger than any of his own squirming limbs. He quickly lost sight of his boots as Rachel's quads expanded relentlessly with brawny thickness. With every thick new strip of muscle that pressed out against her skin, Rachel's whimpers grew higher. Her bulging quads began to curve at the sides. A medallion of muscle stretched out beside her knees. Her crotch bucked even harder. Her humming body adored every tweak and flex of its new muscles. As Rachel's calves pumped wider and harder from behind her shins, the venom relentlessly groped her into another indescribable orgasm.

The sensation shook her entire body. Rachel groaned endlessly as all of newly jacked up muscles jerked and tweaked and flexed under her sweat-glossed skin. With a wet creak and a submissive moan - they all crept larger by another few millimetres, until they sat, thick and full and quivering, at physique model size. The robber's vision faded as he felt both their bodies enveloped by brawny, thick, rock-hard weaves of muscle.

At last, as the lapping against her clit began to slow, and flickers of consciousness returned to her. In the glorious, blissful, weightless bliss, she heard the man spluttering and gasping in her arms. Rachel drunkenly looked at the little fist at the end of a thick, vein-streaked forearm. She barely recognised it as her own, until she tensed it and felt rope-thick muscle clench around her bones, and the blood pumping in her arms. Pleasure still tingled in her temples and pumped warmly around her body.

She lazily unhooked her arm from around the man's neck, giddily flexing it into a chunky, tennis-ball sized bicep. The goon sucked down air with desperate relief, before coughed feverishly on his side. Rachel placed her hands in the centre of his back and shoved up off her chest. She'd never felt the spandex so tight in the backs of her arms, or her thick chest muscles press so proudly outwards.

The robber tumbled upright, over his toes, and crashed face-first into the wall. His head cracked the plasterboard. He hacked through his crushed throat and crawled out the door. Her whole body hummed with energy. Her new muscles tweaked and jerked nervously, as if recoiling in shock. Her upgrades had been merciless, they had needed to be, she thought. As though the suit had punished her for making it wait for so long. With some final gentle orgasmic ripples, her body finally settled at its new size.

The suit had never felt so tight. Soaked through with her sweat, saliva and god knows whatever else, it sucked tightly around her body. It felt taut around her neck - and the gentle pressure against her chest and each of her limbs made the swelling of her entire body feel even more incredible. Her freshly jacked body pulled the fabric tighter, taut ripples scrunched into view around her biceps and across her chest, and the way the filmy suit plunged down between her brawny thighs made her heart and her pussy flutter. The tightness made the aching tension across her whole body even more sensual. She wanted to flex and flex until it the spandex split, and the more she did, the tighter the pumpsuit squeezed her, and the cycle started again.

At last, Rachel staggered to her feet and grabbed her spare pair of glasses. Then she stepped in front of the mirror.

"Oh my god..." she exhaled.

She filled the suit with thick new curves. Chunky but separable fillets of muscle were packed all over her. Her arms hung swollen and dense, while her 8-pack pressed outwards against the soaking spandex. Her core was still tapered, but her waist was fuller and thicker. Her shoulders had rounded into full, smooth-looking softballs, accented by little protrusions in her rear delts. Lats now hung visibly beneath her shoulders. Rachel turned to admire the smooth sheets of muscle that now stretched her torso almost as wide as the mirror. Her forearms had widened with knotted, twisting sinews. She flexed her bicep and watched a smooth mound spring up under her skin. It matched her shoulders' shape, and was only an inch or two short of their size too. As her lats flared outwards in her posing flex, Rachel felt her little breasts jerk upwards with a clench of her newly developed pecs. She straightened her arms and watched two slim pillows of muscle stretch the spandex. They spread evenly towards her neck, carving a visible straight edge along her collar bone. The crevice between them was longer and deeper than ever. Brawny new strips of muscles jostled to be seen in her upper thighs, modest fibres were suddenly empowered, emboldened and creaked nervously into view. The midpoint of her thighs lightly brushed each other; Rachel squeezed her ass and saw the edges of her glutes lifting as they coiled behind her back.

She looked down at her body in disbelief. She'd been pumped up to off-season physique model in the most merciless jacking of her life. She could still feel every brush of spandex against her crotch as it tingled. There was an incredibly sensual connection to every fibre of her muscles. She felt her thighs bunch and her newly pumped glutes roll as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her biceps was intoxicatingly tight, with thick veins running across both. She couldn't stop pulling her elbows back and feeling the spandex tighten and ripple across her new pecs. Each part of her body now had a hunky chunk muscle she could command.

"- the fuck?" a voice came through the door. Rachel quickly turned to see Stephanie in the doorway, a glowing pink mark on her cheek.

Rachel turned slowly to face her. She spotted her eyes darting madly all over her body. Her jaw fell limp and her eyebrows twisted. Rachel finally looked around the room. The warped towel rail, the crowbar, the open window, the splinter-coated carpet, the blood stain on the floor, the pool of sweat on the carpet, and all her shattered lab equipment. The fuzzy, post-growth haze began to wear off.

"What the hell was that?" Stephanie asked. More girls timidly shuffled up behind her shoulders, gawping at her and wreckage in her bedroom.

"I've gotta go." Rachel muttered at last. She marched into the kitchen and heaved the fridge outwards in one tug. She wedged her pumped up body behind and pinched the corner of the dusty dossier. Books thudded and splayed on the floor as she up-ended her duffel bag. She slid the dossier inside along with her laptop. Then she grabbed her samples from the bathroom and checked their lids one by one with an earnest twist. She grabbed her dirty shaker, a handful of panties and t-shirts. All the while she muttered breathlessly to herself, "Gotta go - gotta go..."

She sifted through the remains on her desk. There was little to be salvaged, only the trimmed pump-patch sample sitting inside its cracked petri dish.

She bent down and twisted open the water filter. She scooped the translucent goo into a small container. Her heart fluttered at what it had done to her. She couldn't wait to try it again - somewhere safer next time.

The girls watched from the doorway as Rachel darted around. She had transformed - was the even the same girl? What had she done to herself? Their imaginations raced through every permutation of the last few hours. She wasn't that big when she arrived, was she? They didn't make a sound as Rachel pulled a new hoodie over her torso. Her shoulders bloomed into the sleeves, the zip was taut and her nipples still poked through the thick cloth. Rachel heard a soft gasp as she bent over. The view must have been good, she thought. Then she threaded her legs through some dark navy sweatpants. Full dressed, to the girls watching in the doorway, Rachel had almost returned to the painfully timid geek they knew. The same pale young face poked out from the top of her tight-fitting outfit, albeit with a few new twig-thick veins thumping in her neck.

Within a minute, the bag was zipped and she slung it on to her back. Rachel marched to the door.

Stephanie's eyes wandered over Rachel's newly capped shoulders and brawny frame. Rachel's buff torso puffed up to twice the size of Stephanie as she sucked down a breath. "Who were they?" Rachel demanded.

"I don't - they just barged in and grabbed me and told me to knock on your door... I didn't - I...”

"Thanks for the help" Rachel hissed. Stephanie nearly lost her balance as Rachel barged through the gawping crowd. They watched her wide back march away through the front door, and disappear, once again, into the night.

[malanchort]

Amazing! Excellent work! Thanks for the new chapter!

[astro1]

Another fantastic chapter!  Well done!   

[Poddy]

'Preciate the feedback! Thank you for taking the time to read this beast of a chapter

[sgsg69]

Totally fantastic chapter, a supercharged pump suit! Can't wait to see how you handle the continued growth of your characters. Great work!!

[king22222000]

 

Everyone should Karma Poddy.  This is a great story.  I can not believe he is a lurker.  Karma the guy.  Thanks for the story.  How about Natalie mother getting in on the growth.  Great work.  We all need to support great contributors.

[Poddy]

Natalie and the Pumpsuit - Chapter 17

"The best damn subject you can be..." Kyle's words echoed in Natalie's mind. Nibbling her thumbnail in the backseat of the taxi, Natalie tapped in and out of her inbox with withering hope for a message. Still not a single peep from PumpLabs, despite everything. At least her Insta**** post from last night had gone down a treat. Forty thousand followers now sat atop her profile thanks to a notable surge of new followers in the last few days – clearly, she was gaining some momentum. An idea popped into her head.

Natalie had a stock pile of different selfies - from sweaty and jacked, casual and soft, to racy and flirtatious - by now the backlog was extensive, and ever-growing.

Thumbing pensively through her collection, she came across an older shot. One of her pumpsuits, fresh out of the box and spread smoothly on her bed. When it first arrived, she'd been tempted to reveal the suit as the key behind her incredible transformation. But she knew first-hand that rattling pang of envy and arousal when she saw another bodybuilder somehow get even bigger, and she'd started to relish the same control she had over her followers - imagining two hundred thousand cheeks flushing at the sight of her body looking even more muscular.

Kyle's advice also convinced her that her fellow athletes were all doing the same. Distorting their complete workout routines, cycles and supplements; 'playing the game'. All this ensured her post-workout videos of herself getting jacked up by the suit would stay for her eyes only.

But none of that solved the problem of Rachel. She scrolled to more recent photos. Among the crowded grid was a snap of Natalie and Rachel as they were walking towards the gym a few days ago. The shot was tilted, with Natalie in the foreground and her bright eyes dazzling. Natalie swiped through the collection of a least a dozen shots - her thumb twitched frantically, then froze on the perfect one. Rachel's jet-black hair blown back over her shoulders, her face and awkward grin in full view. Natalie opened Insta**** and her thumbs began tapping.

"STOLEN - My favourite workout bodysuit! Last seen with this girl, RACHEL TURNER. I don't like to air my dirty laundry on social media, but I simply can't let this one slide. I lent her this very precious garment out of good faith, and she STOLE it last night. If you see this girl or this suit, please DM me ASAP or report it to the authorities! Willing to offer a reward. Envy does strange things to people. Please be kind and love each other xxx"

"If that doesn't get their attention..." her thumb hovered over the 'Share' button. But she hesitated.

"Show them they've made the right choice..." she muttered to herself, as her mind wandered back to Kyle's advice. Is this what the 'right choice' would do? Was it her taking control or was it admitting that she was incapable?

If the suits were so precious to PumpLabs, Natalie thought, then why hadn't anyone been in touch? Or was that maybe all part of it?

Natalie stuffed her phone in her clutch bag and leant back in her seat. As she listened to the leather creak under her brawny weight, she chewed on her bottom lip, watching the passing houses become more and more familiar.

This wasn't even the most glaring obstacle at present, which dawned on Natalie the moment the taxi wheeled around the corner and on to her street. "Oh actually - " she leant closer to the driver. "You can stop here. It's a nightmare to turn around." Natalie's powerful quads squeezed her bones as the cabbie stamped on the brakes and she dug her feet into the floor. Her bulging hamstrings lifted her higher in her seat for a moment, her toes hurt in her shoes, and the cab screeched to a stop.

Natalie lifted herself out onto the kerb and heard the suspension sighing with relief. The shutters were still down on the shop front, meaning her mother was probably still in bed. Still, Natalie opted for the alternative route and trotted towards a narrow, moss-smothered side alley.

Her taut green cocktail dress flashed under Kyle's big shirt. Her steps were narrow and short. Her newly pumped quads ached pleasantly. She was already eager to step in front of her bedroom mirror to ogle her thighs for any new gains. She spotted her incongruous outfit in the reflection of a passing window - a baggy gym t-shirt billowing over her revealing dress, her high-heels and her clutch bag - and she smirked. As far as walks of shame went, this one was definitely in the top 10.

But as much as she'd loved her night with Kyle - something still felt unfinished. Like a balloon had filled up in her chest, and sat there, aching to burst. She even felt a little disappointed that she hadn't grown a little more when they had sex. Without the growth, it seemed like foreplay. Nothing came close to the euphoria of the pumpsuit's thumping, full-body orgasm. The craving already glowed in her cheeks. She hadn't even noticed her shaking fingertips.

She checked the time on her phone - 6:35am. Still time, she thought. Enough to slip into her suit and get a little pump - just to pop that balloon inside her - to clear her head and help her feel normal again. Then she could figure out everything - her mum, Rachel, the suit, PumpLabs. Just 10 minutes, she told herself, 10 minutes.

Rounding the corner and approaching the back door to her house. She deftly uncoiled her stilettos from around her diamond calves and padded quietly towards the back door. She paused. The downstairs light was on. The curtains offered a slender column of light. As Natalie crept up to the glass, she could hear muffled music beating, while the window, as well as all the in the living room, were completely fogged up.

Just then, she saw the unmistakable silhouette of her mother. Natalie ducked down and cursed. 'This is not what I need right now.' her mind sulked. 'Did she stay up all night? Can't I just get 10 minutes alone?'.

She turned her gaze to her bedroom window on the second floor. The window frame jutted out several inches, while underneath, in a wandering trail towards the ground, several more bricks poked out just enough to offer a foothold, albeit slick with moss and lichen. The old Natalie had considered trying to scamper her way up after late nights, but always bottled it. 'But this time...' she thought.

Natalie licked her lips and pulled back her elbows, her dress stretched tighter against her chest, the figure-hugging pressure made her crotch tingle. Instantly, Natalie yearned to feel her blood pumping in her powerful physique.

Natalie flexed her lats and felt them spread like wind in a sail. She hid her heels behind the bin by the door and swung her clutch bag around her neck. She shuffled her toes on to the lowest brick. Her dense calf balled up. She was quietly thrilled at testing her massively enhanced strength. She gripped a pair of bricks above her head and took a breath. With a controlled, smooth pull, she lifted her chin above her white fingertips. Natalie grinned in delight. Her meaty lats hummed pleasingly. It had never been so easy.

She sprang up with elastic energy. She peeked down at the ground and exhaled in awe. The next brick was a few feet away. Her pointed toe towards trembled towards it. As she inched closer, her dress pinched tighter around her muscular thighs. She grimaced and stepped back to safety. With one hand, she reached under her shirt and pulled up the hem of her dress. The smooth silky fabric stroked over her quads, straining over her ripe glutes. With a final tug, it slipped free to reveal her bowling ball ass cheeks. Natalie sighed with relief, then hopped deftly closer to her bedroom window.

At last, she hooked her hands over her window sill and pulled herself up with a slow deliberate squeeze, relishing how her lats flared from her sides, all the way to her hips. She hoisted herself up and over and into her room with one thing on her mind - her pumpsuit.

She froze the second her toes touched the carpet. In a sagging pile in the centre of the room, sat a clutch of stuffed binbags. The room seemed huge. Her wardrobe doors hung open, almost flaunting its completely emptiness. She swore as silently as she could. Her hands shook even more fiercely. Her eyes started to sting with tears and her heart pounded in her ears.

She plucked open the knot of the closest bag. All her clothes, twisted and tangled, stared back at her. Natalie whimpered through her locked jaw and reached inside. She snatched and rummaged, desperate to find the pumpsuit. 'Please, take everything else. Just leave the suit.' she begged. Guilt gnawed at her insides for leaving it behind.

She recalled tossing it and letting it fall in a heap by her bed, but that had been cleared out as well. Tossing panties, socks and bras over her shoulders, she grew desperate. Her eyes darted all over. 'Where is it?'

Suddenly, there was a sharp 'clap' from downstairs. Natalie froze. Another clap. The sound of workout music bled into her ears, accompanied by rhythmic steps rumbling through the walls. 'What was she doing down there?' Whatever it was, Natalie thought, it might give her more time to find her pumpsuit. Natalie tore pack into the laundry pile, her eyes and breaths quivering.

She thirsted for the silky spandex between her quaking fingers - even the smell of it - the sweet scent of dried sweat and lycra and her own juices. 'Where the hell is it?!' she screamed silently.

Another clap. Natalie huffed at the noise and closed her eyes to think. Just then, she heard a peppy, American voice. "Let's step it up, ladieeees." it whined. Her eyes popped open. Her heart pulsed harder, her cheeks burned hot and her knees felt weak. "No..." she mouthed. "No way."

As silently and slowly as she could, Natalie opened her bedroom door. Natalie hoisted her dress over her backside and crouched down at the top of the stairs, peeking through the banisters and down into the living room. Her face dropped. Her lips fell agape, as she saw her mother clapping with a determined pant, fully clad in blue spandex.

She lunged awkwardly across the rug, switching from one flabby leg to the other. Keeping her hands planted on her hips, her torso wobbled side to side as though she would topple over with every rep.

Natalie looked on in disgust at the pumpsuit holding in her rolls. The asymmetric stripe, which normally zig-zagged over her own feathered pecs and chiseled abs, was now bent in a long, lumpy crescent across her mother's stomach. The spandex was soaked dark blue across her sagging stomach, around her neck, armpits and breasts as she started performing enthusiastic jumping-jacks in time with the synth-pop on the screen.

On the kitchen table sat an empty shaker, muddied and uncleaned. Next to that, the Pumpsuit instruction manual was splayed open.
Natalie covered her mouth to stop her hissing breaths from giving her away. "No fucking way" she seethed.

She felt her clutch bag settle on the shelf of her meaty backside. Natalie reached for it and stealthily, as quietly as she could manage, pulled out her phone and started filming.

Her mother turned around and shuffled her legs far apart. She bent down slowly and touched the floor. Natalie winced as she saw her mother's flushed face appear between her legs looking back at the TV. The stretched-out blue looked like the ocean on a globe over her buttocks. Natalie thought she had been pushing it to its limits. Apparently, it could handle more than she imagined.

Then she rolled on to her back in an ungainly motion as the video trainer called for the next exercise. Her mother's lumpy thighs cycled at the ceiling, with her hands clutching the carpet for balance. "Dig deeeeep." the TV warbled. Her mother panted heavily, as a countdown started.

"3...2.... 1....Alright!" Her mother's feet crashed to the floor. "You go girl! You've smashed another wicked workout! You're one step closer to your dream 14-day bikini body!" Natalie cringed.

Her mother hauled herself up to her feet. Natalie ducked down lower, trying to make her brawny body as small as possible. With the TV now silent, Natalie could hear her mother's ragged, heavy breathing. She practically moaned with every breath. She almost seemed dizzy, as she rocked energetically side to side, rubbing her palms together. She didn't seem to notice the sweat-matted, frayed-ends of her dark blonde hair in her eyes. Then she planted her hands on her hips and muttered to herself, sucking down long breaths.

Natalie's heart beat harder. She could hardly stop her video camera trembling. She knew what was supposed happen next. Had she really done it?

"So... what did you say happens next?" an unsure, young male voice broke the quiet. Natalie's eyes darted all over to see where it came from. It was out of sight, from the sofa in the corner of the room. Natalie cursed silently. 'Who the hell was that?'

"So, then she claims..." her mother panted. "This 'pumpsuit' - this skimpy thing..." She propped her glasses on her nose and cleared her throat. "Will 'bypass my natural limitations' and make me 'experience virtually unhindered muscle growth. With top-secret Hyper-Venom serum tested to 100% potency'.". She announced sarcastically.

"You might want to pour yourself some more tea." she slapped the notebook down on the table next to a teapot, a dirty shaker and few empty bottles of wine. "She thinks everyone else was born yester - ufff!" Natalie's heart was drumming on the floorboards. It took all her energy to keep the phone from falling from her shaking grip.

"Oh my - unnghh!" she moaned, deeper. Her knees began to quake. Natalie saw her stomach pumping up and down. Her hands clutched at the slippery spandex as her breaths blew her hair off her lips.

Natalie could hardly watch, she closed one eye, holding the camera as steady as she could. Her mother's pants grew louder.

"It’s - it's -" She hissed loudly through her nose as her jaw locked. Her pants rose higher and faster.

"Misses Marsh!" a community support officer rushed to her side. He was pale and young, his knees shaking just as much as Natalie's mother's. Whenever he reached out a nervous hand, Natalie's mother's body kinked away from it like a magnet. His uniform hung off his skinny body and his legs were awkwardly apart. Natalie supposed it was scant consolation at the very least that he wasn't a real police officer.

The flesh on her mother’s under arms swung as her body trembled fiercely. Her back creaked upright. Her shoulders shrugged upwards and her heaving chest thrust outwards.

In a long, silent shudder, like a corset tightening around her waist, the rolls hanging over her hips began to dissolve. Her waistline pinched tighter and narrower, drawing her fingers closer and closer together in rhythmic squeezes.

"Hnnnggghh!" her mother gurgled. Squeeze by squeeze, her body was being re-sculpted. Natalie couldn't help but imagine the pure liquid orgasm that was squirting through her mother's veins. Her back arched and her chin pointed to the ceiling. Natalie saw the rolls in her tummy squirming under her breaths. But with every breath, the swollen little tummy shrank smaller and smaller. Natalie blinked incredulously as her torso was squeezed into a shapely hourglass. As though the blue spandex was compressing her body in its grip - the suit hugging her tighter as it did.

She whimpered softly as her ass was squeezed into shape with smooth, rounded curves. With skittish twitches, her backside clenched into a taut little peach. Her knees trembled as she slapped her palms over her thighs with a moan.

In more sensual beats, the gap between her thighs widened. Her mother blew out an orgasmic sigh as fat melted under her sweat-glossed skin, leaving sleek, toned lines down her quads. Seconds later, the little wings of fat dissolved from her mother's arms as they turned into taut, slender limbs.

She looked good, Natalie's mind blurted. Her voluptuous chest was accentuated by smooth stomach and the tight curves of her new waist. Likewise, her toned arms and legs took years off her age. She looked altogether like a different person. For a moment Natalie even spied a trace of herself in her mother's figure. She'd never imagined her mother's head on top of a body like that. There was even intrusive glimmer of pride among the mix of disbelief and outrage swirling in her stomach.

At last, her mother opened her eyes and let out an exhausted, delirious sigh.

Her hands swept through the deep valleys of her waist. She lifted her breasts and looked down at her flat stomach. Awe, delight and disbelief fought for room on her face. Natalie's lips hung open as she watched her mother pivot in circles, running her hands all over her newly-sculpted bikini body.

"M - m - misses Marsh?" the young officers' voice trembled. Her mother staggered on the spot, catching her breath and frantically wiping the sweat dripping from her face. "I think I - I think we should -- we need to get you down to the station for more questioning. This is uh...this is..."

Natalie's mother shoved him aside and staggered out of sight. Natalie heard the bathroom door slam. The young officer was left standing in the middle of the room - dumbfounded and gawping back and forth between the workout video on the screen and the bathroom door.

Natalie struggled to keep her panic quiet. As her mother left her sight, she pictured her final pumpsuit going with it - never to return. Her mind clamoured for ideas. The craving for the tight, hot, filling sensation in her muscles was unbearable. The balloon in her chest swelled even bigger, tighter. She had to do something.

After a few moments, the officer cautiously approached the table and began to leaf through the splayed pumpsuit guide book. 

"Wait 'til you see it go to work on me, officer." an achingly feminine voice drifted into the room. He spun on the spot to see one long, thickly-woven leg stretched into view, then another. He swallowed as each one relaxed and bulged in and out of muscular perfection under glossy skin. As Natalie lowered herself onto each step, she pointed her toes and let her calves ball up to their baseball size. Her juicy backside pulled the dress tight around her meaty hamstrings, before it sloped back to her tight waist, completing her deliciously muscular lower body.

The officer's eyes popped open as Natalie revealed her hunky torso. Her kite-like back spread out wider and wider - he thought her lats would never stop spreading until her cannon-ball shoulders appeared. His eyes followed the ridge of her traps up to the sleek jawline of the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes upon.

Natalie reached the foot of the stairs. With a graceful finger at the end of meaty, wide forearm, Natalie flicked aside her fringe and rested her smoky eyes at the young officer's face.

Natalie watched him melt. "You must be - you're Natalie, aren't you?" Natalie cocked a perfect eyebrow.

"In the flesh." she grinned, striding closer.

"So that thing - that err..." his eyes ran all over her, but he gestured a limp wrist between the book on the table and the bathroom door.

"Pumpsuit." Natalie enunciated.

"So that really - it actually - have you -?"

"Oh yes." Natalie purred. She rolled her hips, knowing that her bowling ball glutes would peek into view with each step.

"And this is - this why your mum called?" he wrangled some composure.

"I mean, things may have gotten a little bit heated last night." Natalie shrugged her big shoulders. "But you can see why we're so enamoured with it, can't you?"

"But how does - I mean it's got to be - "

Natalie sucked a long, deep breath. She felt her torso fill out, her dress squeeze around her midriff, and her pecs creep outwards under her chin. She watched his eyes climb all over her. It reminded her of the club. The incredulous eyes that couldn't look away. She liked it.

"You're probably right." Natalie looked down at her puffed up x-frame. "And yes, it does feel amazing." she exhaled and clenched her abs. She felt them biting the strained fabric. Natalie watched the man's eyes follow the cobbled path of her 6-pack.

"Is your mother - is she all right?"

"Oh, she's more than alright, trust me. You on the other hand..." she placed one hand on his chest and guided him back the chair. She felt his heart pounding against her palm. "You don't look so good. Here. Sit down."

"So why did she call last night? Who's Rachel?" his bony frame sank into the sofa.

"Rachel." Natalie's superheroine silhouette swallowed him. Her velvety voice grew colder. "She's the one you want. She's the one who scared my mother. She's the one who stole my other suit." Natalie leant down, placing her hands around the armrests. Her tensed pecs rippled like an open book. Veins like wires ran down her meaty arms. "Rachel Turner."

"Rachel Turner." he repeated with a ragged breath. "Another suit?" he gulped.

Natalie nodded sternly. "My other one." Natalie tilted her head thoughtfully. "You know, if you could find the other one - I might even let you try it on." she looked over his skinny legs and angled shoulders. "I think you'd look good after a little pump." she licked her lips. Natalie watched his eyes widen and his brow twitch with fear.

"Or we could come to some other arrangement." she purred and turned. Gently, she lowered her weight onto him. She heard him exhale as she settled her hunky backside into his lap. Natalie began rocking her hips softly.

"I - I could report her to the police as a known criminal, and the suit as stolen property." the officer panted.

"No!" Natalie blurted, less than coolly. "I need something a bit more discrete. I don't want everyone looking for it. I only want you..." she pumped her glutes rhythmically. "As you can probably tell..." she straightened her back and spread her lats. "It's kind of my little secret." she whispered. "And I'd really, really like to keep it that way." She heard his tongue crackle across his dry lips as her upper body poured outwards.

"But - but your mother was about to hand it over. She said it's dangerous."

"My mum says a lot of things..." Natalie raised her fists towards the ceiling, knowing he'd watch her orb-like delts pinch her huge bicep against her thick, tapered forearms. "She says I'm a freak - I'm ugly." she looked back at him. "You don't think I'm an ugly freak, do you?"

Her achingly feminine voice, her glistening, plump, pink lips, her bold musk, those eyes. Her sweet scent drifting from her tall, smooth nape. The man shook his head slowly. Natalie felt a tentative nudge against her backside. "Thank you" she mouthed.

"We know your mother. She ha - has a record." he whispered. "She's - she's on her third strike. If I report -- wasting police time -- we can cha - we can charge her. Get her out of your hair."

Natalie paused. Her mind snatched the idea and pored over it. No more mum - no one to stop her - just her and Kyle and PumpLabs and the pumpsuits - finally alone. She glanced over to at the empty wine bottles and the stained, yellowy glass of the coffee table. She swallowed.

"No..." she replied, softly. "Rachel. I just need Rachel."

Natalie felt the hem of her dress straining over her ass. She felt the silky fabric nestling between her abs, stretched tightly across her front. She kinked her lower back with a girly little gasp, it slipped up, revealing her juicy backside and the tall, deep Y of her thong.

His breaths were nervous and shallow. His crotch nudged her again. "Maybe..." he swallowed. "I could just report this as a false alarm..." he mumbled. Natalie gently squeezed her glutes to thank him.

"Mmmm...I like that." she purred.

Natalie felt the underside of his cock slide deeper between her glutes. Natalie opened a smoky eye over her dense rounded shoulder, and clenched. The officer let out a stifled squeak. Natalie placed her hands on his knees. She spied his toes wriggling inside in the tips of his boots. She flexed her glutes again. Another tremor rattled through him. Natalie felt the log between her juicy, round buttcheeks thicken.

Grinding against his lap, she teased him with every inch of her perfect, superheroine proportions. She rolled her narrow hips and nestled her ass harder against his warm crotch. Subtle striations rippled through her glutes as she flexed. He watched Natalie's head turn and look over her body. He was entranced by her perfect, model-like profile on top of her wide back, framed by capped delts. Her triceps bulged from the backs of her arms as she twisted her wrists. Her skin was so smooth and taut over the fullness of her muscles.

She pulled her elbows back by her sides. Her back folded together, inches of it disappearing as her shoulder blades squeezed closer together. Rear delts, with almost triangular points reached out towards his dinner-plate eyes.

"God, you should see me in that thing." she sighed. The fabric around the officer's crotch creaked loudly. "It's the best thing in world."

"And - and Rachel?"

Natalie stopped. The officer gulped.

"What about her?" Natalie hissed.

"She has the other one - so - has she been - is she like you?"

"I suppose she is..." Natalie looked over her muscular thighs. She gripped his knees tight. "Except..." Natalie pulsed her glutes as hard as she could. The officer's legs quivered like an electric shock. "I'm stronger."

"Yes"

"I'm bigger..." she arched her back and grabbed a handful of her hair.

"Yesss"

"I'm better!" She looked him dead in the eye and let out an orgasmic, ragged whimper.

"Hhhhnfucknnnnyes...yes."

Natalie grinned as she felt the trembling pumps and the warmth spreading in his crotch between her meaty glutes. His knees shook in her palms. Natalie looked down at her thick python arms, which were almost width of his thighs. She relaxed and let him slip free.

She lifted herself off his spent body. She straightened her back, the damp patch from his hot breaths began to cool. Flashing a smile over her shoulder, she daintily pulled her skirt back down her ripe backside. "Just so there's no misunderstanding..." she leaned in inch away from his quivering eyes. "Don't tell anyone about our little secret. Don't listen to my mother." she stretched out one perfectly manicured finger and ran it under his chin. "And don't come back until you have my pumpsuit."   

After a few beats, the young man nodded his head, still in his trance. Natalie smiled. "Thank you, officer Franklin."

Natalie turned around. Her knees almost buckled at the sight of her mother.

"What the -!?" her mother spluttered breathlessly. Natalie's sultry face froze like ice, she shot a dagger-like look at her mother.

Her mother's mouth hung open, warped in disbelief. Her daughter strutted coolly towards her, with menacing bolts in both her blue eyes. Natalie reached out and closed her hand around her mother's forearm. With a steady, calm pull, she guided her towards the stairs. In silence, her mother groggily staggered up the stairs behind her daughter's bowling ball glutes.

Natalie spared one final, smoldering glance at the officer slumped in the chair. With a sultry wink, she raised a finger to her thick pink lips and pursed them. As though she shattered the curse pinning him down, the young officer scrambled up from the chair, scooped his hat from the kitchen table and marched sternly towards the door with his eyes on the floor.

Natalie bent down and picked the up the still-recording phone and pressed save. She couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face as she dragged her mother into her bedroom. "Be the best subject you can be..." she muttered under breath. 

It lives! I know a lot of readers have criticised Natalie for being a bit of a push-over, but no longer! I think this is an important chapter for her character, and for the story as a whole. Let me know what you think.

Hope you enjoy this one. I think I put this chapter off for so long because it's so hard to incorporate plot into these stories, and to strike the balance between plot and porn, ("plorn"). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this Plornography.

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So worth the wait! An amazing chapter, Natalie is going to take control of her life and blow that suit apart!! This chapter is out of sight! Thank you for your craft and skill. KARMA, KARMA, KARMA to you!

[Poddy]

So worth the wait! An amazing chapter, Natalie is going to take control of her life and blow that suit apart!! This chapter is out of sight! Thank you for your craft and skill. KARMA, KARMA, KARMA to you!

Thanks! Glad you liked the turn of events! And you're right, this definitely opens up a lot more exciting opportunities for the story as a whole

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Aw yisss. Karma for Plorno. (It sounds like a place in Poland.)

I enjoy this a lot. Thank you for sharing it.

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Natalie and the Pumpsuit - Chapter 18

"Wh - what did you do - what did you say to him?" Natalie's mother's voice shook as she shuffled further back into her daughter's room. The sound of a closing car door came from the street. "Where's he going?"

"Take it off." Natalie closed the door. She heard a loud rustle of plastic as her mother's heel trod on the bag of her clothes. "I can't believe you." she growled. Her mother ran out of room to retreat. "You knew exactly what it did. You even read every single detail - and you still..." she looked her mother up and down. Her hands shuffled awkwardly all over her pumpsuit-clad body.

Her midriff pumped, taut and flat with a tiny triangle of a thigh-gap showing between her shaking, crooked knees. The stripe down the front arced widely over her heaving breasts, lesser so over her hips. Her mother spotted her daughter's scouring eyes and covered her hard nipples.

"Nat. Listen. I didn't want - I had to..."

"Take. It. Off."

"I can't." she braced herself.

"Oh..." Natalie's eyebrow kinked. "I get it..."

Her mother's eyes narrowed.

"You like it, don't you?" Natalie flexed her biceps across her front. Veins fattened over her peaks as they bulged to a hairs breadth from her nipples.

"What?"

"If you wanted to get jacked up like me." Natalie dropped her arms to her sides, the sinews and veins melted back under her glossy skin.  She stretched out one leg, then reached behind her back with her hand and pulled her dress. The edges of her blocky abs pressed forwards. Natalie flexed her quad and watched her kneecap disappear behind the meaty formation bursting across her thigh. "Why didn't you just ask for a taste?" Natalie peered up from under her fringe with a menacing smirk.

"Stop it. Don't be ridiculous. This thing is insane."

"That's what I said my first time..." Natalie shrugged, glancing over her own dense muscularity. "You certainly looked like you were enjoying it." Natalie tilted her head slightly and feigned confusion. "Funny how you waited so long to say anything. Waiting to see how big I would get - to see that if it was safe for you too? Then kick me out and keep it for yourself. Very clever. Why did you wait so long, you could have been as big as me by now."

"I didn't wait!" Her mother barked.

Natalie scowled. "What?" she broke her flex and stood with her fists clenched. 

"I did. And they always blew me off. That was the first time anyone came around - wasn't even a real copper - a community support officer - and you - I can't even look at you."

The thought slid off like water on feathers - the throbbing, all-consuming desire pulsing in Natalie's mind was interesting in only one thing - the pumpsuit. Her mother's word slipped into a growing pile of things to be considered later - after she had wrapped that pumpsuit back around her body and destroy herself in the gym.

"And what if a real policeman had shown up? You'd have let them cart me off to the station? I thought you were trying to look out for me - I can't believe you are trying to ruin the best thing that's ever happened in my life. You let Rachel get away with one, but I am not losing another. Take. It. Off!"

Natalie felt a raging, trembling torque twisting inside her. Every second she wasn't in the suit - her suit - her body brimmed with a fragile, explosive rage. It seared through her muscles, which wanted to clench and flex away the shaking aching fury rumbling in her every fibre. She didn't even notice the bead of spit in the corner of her mouth.

"I can't - the manual says you have to wait an hour - "

"Give it to me!" Natalie shoved her on to the bed. By the time her mother could yelp Natalie was already clutching at her body with hooked thumbs.
 
She snatched the fabric around her neckline. She tugged it off her shoulders and down her torso. Natalie kept her pinned down easily with one arm and peeled it down her thighs and off her kicking feet. Shocked by her daughter's strength, her mother felt like a helpless child as she was stripped naked in seconds.

Natalie growled with impatience as the pumpsuit stretched over her mother's heel, with a frustrated tug it snapped off and it slapped against her chest. A yearning sigh poured out of her. Her tongue was instantly thick and wet, threatening to roll out of her mouth.

Natalie's heart swelled. She pressed the pumpsuit against her. She skipped away from the bed and frantically pulled off her dress. She kicked off her panties and bolted out of the room. Her mother heard her footsteps cantering down the stairs. Then pantry doors creaking open and banging shut. A moment later, the footsteps returned to the steps, slower, calmer this time. The bedroom door creaked open.

Natalie emerged from behind the door, the pumpsuit clinging in an airtight seal around her brawny physique, above which, Natalie face was gooey with delight. She was casually shaking a pre-workout mix with one hand. Natalie's mother watched the striations rustling in her beefy delts, before she popped the lid with her thumb and gulped down the chocolatey drink.

Natalie frosty blue eyes settled on her mother, cowering beneath Natalie's bed sheets. Natalie sighed victoriously, swallowed and wiped her lips.

Her mind trembled with joy. She adored the full body squeeze of the spandex on her skin. The compression at her armpits made her chest feel twice as wide. The sultry shortness of the suits revealing leggings made her legs look even more bulging and thick. The tightness running down her sides felt like warm, sensual hands reaching round and holding her hips from behind.

Already she felt the filling, aching tension rolling through her limbs. She spotted veins streaking down her quads like rain on a car window. The edges of her muscles began to ripple and feather. It was one slow, full-body flex rolled through her body. Natalie started strutting towards the bed. Her mother's eyes widened.

"Here's my proposal." Her crotch began to hum as she felt the rising energy tingling behind her eyes. "I keep the suit. I stay here until the contest. I win 1st place." Her mother nodded nervously. Her eyes danced all over her daughter's body as Natalie calmly stepped closer again.

Natalie's lip twisted as she felt a hot, deep twinge in her neck. The warmth spread down her traps and into her shoulders. She quivered all over and bit her lip. Her muscles began to ripple and feather. Natalie's delts balled up, each pumpkin ridge pushed outwards. Her fists clenched as the burly joints of her elbows creaked wider. Natalie's abs clenched and bit around the spandex as her body filled with a gripping pump.

Natalie sighed sensually as her skin felt tighter and her suit squeezed her harder. Her mother pressed herself against the wall, unable to tear her gaze away. She wondered if Natalie was about to burst into giggles before a passionate squeeze would stifle it inside her throat.

New details, striations and veins rippled into view with every step. Her biceps rose with pipe-like fullness. Her calves rolled up the backs of her legs. The crevice between her pecs suddenly deepened as sea-shell striations burst across her chest. Natalie's composure slipped as she let out a sensual whimper. The bun-sized abs stacked in her midriff nudged outwards. Her buttocks quivered and clenched, flaring wider than her hips. Natalie swooned loudly.

It felt so good. Every squeeze made her yearning stronger. The tight, aching knot her chest quivered even harder.

Her eyelids fluttered. She breathed loudly through her nostrils. The throbbing pleasure was so exquisite. She ran her hands down her front, letting her fingers trickle down her abs. Her dimples were etched deep into her cheeks. She caressed herself shamelessly - letting her mother's eyes roam over her. She clenched her muscles as hard as she could, rising on to her tip-toes. The spandex stretched. The sleeves slid up her arms and legs. She felt so huge. She let out a giddy giggle. 'Finally - finally' she had to stop herself cooing. Natalie vowed to never take the suit off ever again.

Her mother, meanwhile, could barely imagine her before she had packed so much muscle on to her young body. There was so much of her. From the smooth, thick fillets of muscle bulging out of her thighs, to the veins running up her flaring lats. She'd never seen anything like it. Pinching, sculpted obliques framed her narrow hips, filled in with sturdy, taut athletic lower abs. Every inch of her body oozed with power. Her mother's lips hung open while her eyes darted all over her body, trying to take it all in, until, at last, her daughter's beefy X-frame silhouette blocked the whole room from view - fully pumped up at her bodybuilder prime.

"Then I take my winnings and put a deposit on a place of my own, while you... " Natalie ran a finger over the fat vein feeding her bicep. "You get to play dumb - say this was all my idea, just as long as no one ever sees this." Her mother's eyebrows jolted up her forehead as Natalie showed the video of her home workout.

"Alright! Alright!" her mother's voice muffled through the covers. Natalie stopped the video and silently tapped a button to begin uploading the video to her storage cloud. She stood erect and flashed her grin. "But you better win."

"If I lose..." Natalie purred back. "By even a single point - I'm letting everyone know it was you who stopped me reaching my potential."

"I'm going to the gym. Take one of my old outfits." Natalie strutted towards the door. "After you've put them all back."

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Kyle dipped the clutch and let his car roll down the concrete slope and into an empty parking space straight ahead. He noticed the ache in his forearm as he tugged the handbrake. His mind wandered to his night with Natalie, as it had done many times on his drive. As his mind hummed with the incredible memories, something uneasy gnawed in his stomach as he peered through his windscreen and up at the inauspicious three-story office building before him.

He was early, he thought. The few other cars in the car park were a match for his in only in age and chipped paintwork. Kyle held his old phone and made a phone call. A single ring later, the flimsy garage door before him squeaked upwards. Kyle looked around - he could never tell where the cameras were and entered.

The concrete turned to smooth, shiny tarmac as he snaked beneath the building. His shoulders burned slightly as he laboured the wheel around hairpin after hairpin - Natalie had certainly put up a fight last night. At last, he rounded another corner. Kyle huffed and shook his head. Ferrari - Mercedes - Mercedes - Beemer - Porsche. Gleaming and spotless. Kyle smirked as he found a space beside a monstrous crimson Hummer and parked his aging Fiat alongside.

Cameras followed him to the elevator. The doors opened for him and his stomach lifted as it descended. Kyle turned his head away from the doors. A searing pole of light burst through. It was only until he was several steps inside the immaculate, silver-tiled foyer that his eyes could find focus.
 
Kyle's soft footsteps echoed off the gleaming tiles in the spacious room. The glare of the fluorescent lights and lack of windows made him unsure of how deeply he'd gone into the labyrinth of the PumpLabs facility.

"Don't sit down. She's ready for you." the secretary pointed. Kyle headed towards the tall double-doors in the far wall. He sipped a breath and pushed through. His eyes swept the corners of the room. It was empty, save for a thin glass desk and some modern, uncomfortable-looking furniture. Kyle awkwardly slid himself into the egg-shaped chair in front of the desk. He heard a muffled clack of heels from the doors behind him and wiped his palms down his thighs. He stood up as a slender female figure slipped between the doors.

"Kyle." Her demure voice volleyed around the room. "So good to see you." Like a wisp of smoke from a blown-out candle, her hourglass curves rolled side to side inside her tight black dress. Her porcelain skin matched the lights and tiles in their pale flawlessness. An inverted triangle opening across her bust teased her large implants, squeezed gently together by her dress, their soft-looking fullness was hard to ignore. Despite her towering heels, not a strain of her short crimson bob had moved out of place by the time she breezed up to Kyle.

"Doctor" Kyle smiled nervously.

"Please, sit." she brushed his shoulder with her spidery fingers. Kyle sat back down as he watched her slim figure drift towards her desk. The kinked her legs and placed herself daintily on her wide black leather chair. With a foot of space either side of her backside, she propped her elbows on the desk. Her slender arms drew perfect right-angles - equally thin from her wrists to her shoulders. Yet, wrapped in her revealing, fearless outfit and leaning forward with her hazel eyes planted on his, she both completed and dominated the room. "Imagine my consternation when I saw your name come up for an emergency meeting."

"I'm as surprised as you are, to be completely honest." Kyle laboured to find a comfortable position in the chair. The CEO's smiling eyes made him think she enjoyed watching him squirm.

"'Surprising' is certainly one adjective I could use to describe your latest work." her eyes turned cold. Kyle was glad his long sleeves covered the goosebumps that ran over him. Without taking her gaze off him, she plucked a small black remote from her desk. The wall filled with jumbled pixels. After a second, they settled to reveal a headshot of Natalie.

"Marsh, Natalie." Reams of statistics, graphs and charts rolled down beside Natalie's bright smile. Age: 19. Height: 5"6. Weight: 54kg. The CEO leant back in her chair.

"19..." the CEO repeated. "Just that number..." she pinched at her crimson lips. "I think we spoil you sometimes, Kyle." she zoomed in on her model-like features. The messy blonde strands of her luscious bob hung over her cheekbones in signature style. With a flick of her thumb, the image swiped to an early Insta**** picture. Natalie was in skimpy workout shorts and sports bra. Both her hands clutched her phone just below her breasts, pushing her angular shoulders in line with her hips. Her taut, slender body gleamed with sweat. Despite her flirtatious pose, her sloping waist and narrow upper back made her posture seem timid and forced. In fact, the only thing that stirred Kyle was the fact that he knew what she - and the pumpsuit - had done to her forgettable gym-bunny body. The image melted away and was replaced with another.

'Cycle 1' blinked to the screen. A new image loaded. Weight: 72.4kg. Natalie reappeared in the same mirror. Now however, her torso had tightened into a straight, tapered V. Notable knots of biceps popped out of each arm. She twisted her hips sideways, flaunting her curvy new glutes. Her ripened backside pulled her pumpsuit tighter across her midriff, teasing her fledging 6-pack. The pair of them basked in the image for a moment.

The CEO's eyes turned to the binder on her desk. She pinched on the corner and opened to the first page. "As I understand it, she's a long-time member of your gym, correct?"

"That's right."

"How closely have you been working together?"

"To be honest, less than I had expected - she's turned down my offers for coaching so far and she attended one of my body-pump classes only yesterday. As far as self-drive goes, she's pretty remarkable - she claims she hasn't missed a day of her split." Kyle heard another click.

'Cycle 2 - Weight: 84kg.' With the gym lighting beaming from above, Natalie's soaking pumpsuit hugged and accentuated every knotted curve of her increasingly muscular physique. Each of her abs pressed out with extra boldness. Her onion-like delts drew shadows half-way down her biceps, more of which were hidden behind her beefed-up forearms holding her phone. Her pecs spread across her chest like a meaty love heart. Rising traps and even wider lats tested the pumpsuit further.

"Apparently so." The CEO seemed unmoved. She turned back to her binder. "Then, last night apparently you ran into one another?"

"We did." Kyle swallowed.

"And this morning, in your report, my transcript says..." her eyes followed the lines steadily. "She was worried about her motivation."

"Yes." the CEO's silence invited him to continue. "I mean, she's still very much into the suit and its abilities - it's just, like a lot of these girls - they don't believe in free lunches, y'know?"

'Cycle 3'. Natalie ascended to bodybuilder size. Her muscles boasted 3D density and volume, packed thick and tight around her body. Her lats flared twice the width of her feline waist, pinched even tighter by her meaty thighs. Ripples of spandex between her bullet nipples teased the new width and thickness of her pecs, while her sleeves strained harder around her arms as she flexed - Kyle spotted her sleeves slipping higher up her forearms. Complex knots of muscle flexed from the sides of her hip. All the while her pretty face made her muscles burst with even more unblushing size. 'Weight: 91kg.'

"That doesn't seem to have been an issue so far." The CEO chuckled softly to herself and leant back in her tall chair. "God bless social media. It used to be so much more difficult to plant the seed; abusive relationships, addicts, born-again Christians. Nowadays, Insta**** does half the work for us - every girl is just a few thumb-strokes from an utterly consuming affliction of inferiority." she sighed. Her expression soon refroze as she turned to Kyle.

"So how did you respond to her doubts?"

"I gave her the lines. The suit is nothing without the hard work - other pros are all using gear in one way or another - PumpLabs chose her for a reason - "

"Very convincing." the CEO sucked her teeth. 

The fresh jolt of fear kick-started his brain. "Well, after that I told her to be the best subject she could be. That if she was really an experiment, then her only chance was to go all-in. Make herself so good that we can't ignore her. Lick it clean, I told her." Kyle gushed. "She liked that. She'll be in the gym today, I know it - she wants 1st place - she's hungry, there's something really driving her."

"Lick it clean." the CEO's eyes wandered the high ceiling for a moment. Slowly, she nodded and grinned. Kyle breathed a quiet sigh of relief. "You and your silver tongue." Kyle nodded thankfully, placing his hands together to stop them shaking.

"Even so, if I may speak frankly, I think she's lonely. She's been trying to reach out to someone - I don't know how much support she's been getting from anyone. Her friends at her favourite club disappeared the moment they saw her, and she was about to fall off the rails. If I hadn't got there as fast as I had..." he shrugged. "I got her back on track, but she needs some support - I think you need to reach out to her before it's too late."

"No."

Kyle's face contorted. "But your jeopardising everything - why don't you just tell her you need her, or that she's doing a good job - you have all the power - "

"Precisely." the CEO pressed a finger into the glass. "But, she wants to keep it a secret as much as you do. Look at her profile." her Insta**** account filled the wall and began scrolled down. "Not a single video of her transformation - she likes having a little secret. Her special pumpsuits are everything. If she's so keen to keep it - her only option is to please us."

Kyle's gut twisted, recalling the similar advice he gave Natalie the night before.

"This illusion of power is precious - we can't waste it." the CEO clicked another button. A draft Insta**** post appeared. 'Stolen - my favourite workout suit!' The CEO grinned with her thin red lips. "Looks like she didn't want us - or anything else - to find out."

"Find out what?" Kyle re-read the message. "Stolen - what happened?"

Kyle winced as the remote clattered on to the glass desk. The CEO stood upright.

"What happened?" she growled. "You spend an entire evening with her - she apparently spills her guts to you, you give me a psychiatric evaluation and then ask me 'What happened?!'" her knuckles glowed as white as her skin. She snatched the remote and jabbed it at the wall. "Here's what happened."

The CEO tapped another button. Black and white CCTV footage rolled of a dimly-lit yard behind a house. Kyle spotted Natalie immediately, already in her revealing dress. He squinted, as he did, the jet-black hair of Rachel shimmered as she bolted away and out of sight. The third figure, who he could only assume was Natalie's mother, flapped and yelled at the edge of the frame.

Kyle clasped his palm to his face and cursed with disbelief. "Rachel?"

Nostrils' flaring, the CEO jabbed her remote at the wall. Rachel's image expanded. "During your heart-to-heart, did you happen to touch on that Rachel ran off with one of Marsh's suits?!"

"I - I saw them working out together, but I didn't know Natalie was sharing the suits with her - she was covered up. I swear, doctor, she didn't mention anything about Rachel last night."

"Did you?"

"Well, no I - " the CEO let out a loud, rattling hiss. Kyle looked up. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her nose was wrinkled. Her fists rattled by her sides. Kyle gulped. With a rising crack, the remote crunched in her fist. Aqua-blue veins shot up her arms. Her large breasts heaved in the window of her dress.

"Here's another thing that may have slipped through the cracks." she threw the shattered remote at him. Kyle winced as the shards of plastic showered him and the remote thudded against his chest. A long list of call logs rolled down the wall. Kyle's eyes scanned them for a moment, then he squeezed them shut. '999 - 999 - 999 - 101' the same numbers repeated for hours.

"Do I really need to remind you of the gravity of your situation?"

"You're gonna take my gym - I know." Kyle sighed with exasperation. The CEO scoffed loudly.

"Her suits are worth a thousand of your gyms!" she hammered some keys on computer. "If you - if Marsh, were anyone else..." The image on the wall changed again. "Let me show you the reason - the only reason - you are not stripping the floorboards of your gym - or better yet - why Natalie isn't strapped to a gurney as my own little muscle mannequin." the CEO shot him a predatory glance with her legs locked straight and her body bent over the keyboard. 

"Like this one." she nodded sternly at the screen. "Sera. She didn't even last a single cycle before we stripped her, though I can't fault her entrepreneurial spirit." A young, dark-skinned girl shuffled nervously into frame towards a titled gurney. A hand gestured towards it and she gingerly stepped onto a small platform and lay flat, her arms straight and her knuckles wriggling nervously. "She cut her suits up into pieces and started selling hits on each patch to the other members of her gym." the CEO spat. "Unlike you, her guardian managed to call it in before she could give anyone else a taste. But she hasn't turned out to be completely useless." Kyle heart stamped. Why hadn't Natalie said anything about Rachel? His stomach turned like a cement mixer and his cheeks burned hot as he watched the gurney tilt back slightly.

Sera's athletic body was clad in a paper-white pumpsuit. It was completely plain, with no trademark asymmetric stripe, instead there was a clear stitching down the centre of her torso and over her crotch. Her tall, caramel neck pumped nervously. Kyle spotted some wires running from her back down to the floor and out of shot. A lab-coated man entered the frame and attached them down her back, to her arms and legs - the girl didn't put up any resistance. Her chest panted faster with every plug. There was a voice on the video. "When was the last time you ingested any PumpLabs chemicals, supplements or otherwise?" Kyle's mind raced at what he was meant to be witnessing.

"Not since you - since I lost them." her trembling voice she burst impatiently. Her panting and sweat-glossed skin sounded like she'd come from a heavy workout. The spandex hugged her athletic figure along her tall and sultry waist and curved over her strong-looking shoulders. Slight divots beside her kneecap hinted at toned, powerful legs. A plain of tight spandex ran from her neck to her perky breasts. Her face was restless - her tongue flashed across her lips every other second, nor could she take her eyes off her pumpsuit-clad body. Her nipples on her implants were already bullets. She kneaded her fists and splayed her toes. From her anxious breaths and flaring nostrils, Kyle couldn't tell if she was excited or terrified.

"Starting stimulation" the voice stated. Sera whimpered with something between fear and delight. Kyle looked over at the CEO. Her eyes gazed hungrily at the video as she plucked at her lips. 

"Wha---hnggggh." Sera's plump lips stretched into a grimace. Her frizzy brown hair started to tremble.

Her back straightened. Her hips bucked. Her carnal grunts sucked the suit tighter against the contours of her torso. The CEO smirked as the whine of muscle stimulators rose. 

The spandex-clad figure began to squirm and shudder. Her tall neck seemed to stretch. With a sudden jolt, Sera's eyes stretched wider.

Like she was being shoved into up-right gurney by an incredible, invisible force, Sera's arms locked out straight, her wrists twisted and rolled wildly. Her straining whimpers grew faster and more desperate. Her head trembled as the skin on her midriff melted between the shallow rivulets of her thin abs with every breath. Her shoulders coiled into off-angle diamonds. Her lats creaked into view from beneath her shoulders. Her physique was shuddering closer a figure model in just a few hungry grunts. The living mannequin clenched her firsts and moaned with something between startled, submissive whimper and an orgasmic growl for more.

Her feet fluttered and arched like a ballerina. Taut, slender cords of muscle expanded rapidly in her legs. They wove tightly into perfectly muscled casing, then bulged thicker. The pumpsuit nuzzled snugly between the ridges of her expanding quads. Kyle's eyes roamed to her crotch. The little nub of her clit pressed into view, tiny and shaking.

Sera sucked down a long, lusty breath. Her tight backside slipped side-to-side on her sweat. She ran her shaking hands down her thighs and locked her legs. Sera cursed through a pant, her eyes ran over the left half of her body.

"Hnnghmmmorree." Sera gurgled.

"Extending stimulation."

Kyle licked his lips. He couldn't stop his cheeks flushing or his fingers trembling.

A second later, Sera's increasingly muscular body spasmed as she started another series of long, rising grunts. Ripples of spandex gathered around her armpits. Her left nipple twitched, then with a sniveling moan, jerked upwards. Kyle blinked at last, then squinted and leant back in his chair. He titled his head with his jaw open.

While her right-side muscles began to quiver nervously, her left side shuddered wildly. Her right pec began lapping at her collarbone in sensual waves. Sera's jaw clenched, her chin bolted up and she gurgled as a thick, meaty cushion of pec burst across the other side of her torso - spreading quickly and ripening with squarish corners. Her breast rose higher on the inflating slab of muscle. The crack between her pecs formed a fleshy step - easily an inch higher. Half of her body was exploding with bodybuilder size.

Her left wrist rolled and twisted manically. Finger-thick veins tunneled down her arm. Suddenly, her left forearm burst into a bouquet of muscle. Sera snorted with lusty disbelief as her meaty, over-hanging tricep shunted against the gurney behind her, then her shoulder pumped wider than the bed itself. Her left delt rolled outwards with meaty, sloping curves - a volleyball compared to her softly rippling right shoulder. Her muscles stuttered in feverish pulses, pulsing bigger and faster than she could breathe, her super-charged half seemed desperate to pour off the gurney and ascend to twice the size of her 'ordinary' side.

Sera panted and gulped in a slight reprieve. She lifted her hand and looked down at her writhing abs. Her face snarled again. She crunched forward slightly and let out an orgasmic gasp. Her 6-pack bit around the spandex in harmony. A second later, the left column of her abs stamped outwards. One by one they thumped into wide blocks. Her right side melted with deepening trenches between each block - her left side poured over each other like they were being pressed out from inside, until her upper abdominal had stamped outwards in line with her chest, sculpting a descending staircase down her midriff. Her hips bucked frantically as her stomach was packed with size. Sera let out a feral, straining growl.

She looked deep the throes of an eye-watering superset. She was half physique model, half heavyweight bodybuilder. Every gulp was stifled by another shudder of thickening muscle. Exhausted and begging for it to end, yet between each burst of growth she seemed to summon a desire for more in her wide eyes that almost turned her feral grimace into a grin.

Her knees twisted together. Her legs straightened. Her right leg tightened into a perfectly woven pillar of muscle, then creaked thicker in harmony. Sera clutched the edges of the gurney and squealed as her left quad juddered with density. Meaty hunks of muscle poured down her thighs, then clenched together and bulged towards the ceiling, curving at the sides and spreading across the gurney.  The meaty strips jostled for space as they rose, pulsing wider and skittish jerks. Kyle saw her writhing backside clenching and ripening. Sera's eyelids fluttered. From beneath and beside her shaking crotch, her left glute pumped wider, titling her slightly to the side. Sera steadied herself with her arm and looked down at the hyper-charged half of her body. Her tongue practically rolled from her mouth as she moaned. Her hamstring bulged as wide as her quads. She straightened her right leg and pointed her toes. A mighty heart-shaped calf bloomed above her ankle. Cords of muscle stretched all way up her knee, thickening her vein-struck shins on both sides.

Sera reached up and grabbed a handful of her frizzy, sweat-matted hair. A surprising jerk of power twisted her hips further to her side. Kyle saw her smaller right-side abs disappear behind bulging cobble stones of her super-pumped 3-pack. Her obliques flexed as thick as fingers, as though a hand caressing her waist. Kyle could fit two fists in her armpits as even more jolts of size continued to stretch her lats wider. Clutching her hair and gasping with pleasure, Sera's lemon-sized bicep rose as high and thick as her shoulder. A tear trickled from her eye into the crater around her neck carved by her bulging trap.

Sera was practically drooling. Her entire left side pulsed with heavyweight bodybuilder size. Kyle's throat crackled dry at the sight of her. She was a match for Natalie with her pinched, feminine waist, but completely eclipsed her with the sheer thickness and density of her muscularity. Kyle could easily see where her natural chest stopped, and the thick, rippling cushion of her massive new pectoral began. The way her muscles had bulged out impatiently was unlike anything he had seen - so thick and inflated and powerless against the torrents of chemicals pumping through them. Striations rustled, and veins throbbed like an anatomy chart under her paper-white pumpsuit. Her muscles thumped and re-thumped to their enormous max.

A cold sweat trickled down Kyle's forehead. 'What was in that suit?' his mind raced. 'How did they do that to her?' Sera quivered a few more moments, gasping desperately, her eyes glazed and wet and wide, coming shamelessly in the mighty aftershocks. Her left side was almost double the size of her right by the time the whine of the simulators died down.

"That's - how did you?" Kyle's brain twisted. "How is she even conscious?"

The CEO turned away from the video. Her hazel eyes smoldered with delight. 

"Sera kindly agreed to take part in one of our 'accelerated programmes'. The blood samples we recovered from her brief stint in her suits showed a remarkable tolerance to the pumpsuits venom; considerably higher than any subject we've ever had. As such, we found use for her to test our latest iterations of Hyper-Venom. If I remember rightly, she had just finished one of your notorious 'BodyPump' classes before that transformation."

"But she's still - I mean - " Kyle looked back at the video. Sera's smooth chocolaty skin was flawless and glowing. The cute little nub of her clit had been almost swallowed between her trembling muscular thighs, and her face still beamed with feminine youth as she flexed and pumped her beefy left half and ran her hands across her muscular body in a shell-shocked daze. "Aren't there any side-effects? You gave her so much gear."

The CEO clacked on her keyboard again. "Reason this project is more important than you number 2." Kyle sighed incredulously as the screen changed once more.

'Subject: Hwang, Angela. Age: 22. Weight: 96kg.'

The wall filled with the image of a young girl. Kyle blinked the beaming image into focus as it flooded the room. "Later today, Miss Marsh is going to make a new friend on Insta****."

A young Asian girl with a tight, long ponytail stood centre frame in a mirror. Her heart-shaped face beamed with glowing, youthful Oriental features. A figure-hugging, buttoned-up white blouse was crowned by a silky black bow between her suspenders hoisting up her denim shorts. Chunky black glasses completed her geek-sheek outfit.

Kyle didn't recognise the girl on screen. He tilted his heard curiously to the CEO. She clicked another button on her remote. The image began to move.

The frame shifted as the girl took a step back and the hem of hot-pants rose into view. Kyle's eyes widened. Beautifully muscular quads burst under her honey-brown skin. Meaty woven hunks with forking veins bulged with long, curved edges. She locked them straight. They poured forward over her knees and beyond the width of her tiny waist.

"Or enemy." the CEO shrugged.

She pivoted to her side. Her hamstrings hung with bodybuilder density. Facing the mirror again. With one hand, she seductively pulled the bow, then popped open the top button of her blouse. Candy pink spandex encased her bolt neck. Kyle gulped. She continued down. Each button seemed relieved to be undone, as she revealed her brawny, sculpted torso. The rippled crevice between her pecs plunged endlessly as she undressed, until at last the feathered ridges were replaced by deeply cut abs.

Kyle's pinched a film of sweat from his lip. She jerked her blouse free from her shorts and clenched her blocky 6-pack. The girl's face seemed as enthralled and aroused as a thumbnail of spandex disappeared between each abdominal.

She slowly hooked one thumb under her suspender. Only then Kyle noticed how the other dug into her traps. She slipped them off and her hot-pants sighed away from her tapered hips. She rolled back her shoulders. Her massive onion delts rose up in line with her lips. With her eyes fixed on her incredible reflection, she peeled down the blouse sleeves down her arm. She slid back the skin-tight cotton over her rounded shoulder. Again, they were easily a match for Natalie's. But next to her cute features, her muscles seemed even more imposing and breathtaking, juiced up far beyond anything she could have hoped for naturally.

The sleeve strained slightly over horse-shoe triceps, then slipped off down her tapered forearms. The second sleeve put up even less fuss. She looked up at her reflection. Despite her thickness, she too was remarkably chiseled. Even through the skin-tight spandex, each muscle was separate sumptuously proportioned. Her loose hot-pants made her upper body burst even more fantastically outwards.

With a girly giggle, she rocked her hips. The denim dropped only an inch before it was stopped by her meaty glutes. Sliding the denim down her brawny thighs, she revealed her full pink pumpsuit clinging around her bodybuilder physique. She stood upright and snapped into a double-biceps pose. All space between her shoulder and forearm punched upwards. Her lats flared outwards from her obliques to her armpits. Her hair stretched back tight on her head made her body seem even more incredible huge. Kyle leant back with his hands in his hair. Her shape, her size. Natalie's body in his memory suddenly appeared tiny. The video ended.

"She's how Sera stills looks like Sera." the CEO read Kyle's mind. "Many of subjects have suffered far more with far less venom in their systems. But Angela, she seems impervious to its potency. We've even upped her dosages and she's still cute as a button." she saw Kyle's brow still pinched with utter disbelief and rolled her eyes.

"Let me spell it out for you. Sera owes her femininity to Angela - Angela owes her venom tolerance to Sera. But they both owe their sheer size to..." she gestured dramatically with an open palm.

"Natalie." Kyle exhaled at last.

"Very good." she feigned a golf clap. "So, do I have to tell you how long I've been searching for this perfect combination? Or do I need to share with you what happens if I remove one of these girls from this perfect equation?"

Kyle shook his head. "In spite of her selfishness - recklessness - shortsightedness and overall disrespect for our sponsorship, Miss Marsh finds herself in the extremely fortunate position of potential. Her samples are so pure. The extractions from her old suits seems to have returned a strain which is quite literally irresistible." the CEO licked her lips. "She is the final piece of my perfect muscle formula." she triumphantly tapped her keyboard.

Sera, Angela and Natalie all appeared. The CEO crossed her arms and basked in the image. "Tolerance - Femininity - Purity". She turned to Kyle. "My 3 Pumpsuit poster girls. As you can imagine, I've already had a lot of interest from some very powerful clients." her eyes glinted. The screen disappeared. "I - we - you cannot afford any weak links."

"Keep Natalie using the suit." she strode towards him. "I'd love it if she could provide samples willingly - but if that's not an option, I will not hesitate to milk you both myself."

Kyle started nodding frantically. The air turned cold as she towered over him. Her chin barely in sight over her massive bust. "I - I can do that. I promise - I'll make sure she never takes it off."

"Good." she purred, her crimson lips thinned. "Since you're clearly unable to multi-task, I've got others hunting Rachel - hopefully there is still time to recover Miss Marsh's samples." Kyle rose to his feet, nodding still. The CEO placed one spidery finger on his chest. "If you ever come back to me without answers again. I'll be telling all my clients, and my subjects, that it was you who halved their supply."

Chapter 18! Probably the most muscular chapter of the saga so far! This, like so many other 'plorn' chapters, went through a billion different edits - but has given me dozens of exciting ideas and scenes for future chapters.

The FMG has a fairly obvious ceiling (depending on the author's tastes), and a smidge beyond heavyweight bodybuilder is mine. So there was only so long I could spend focusing on Natalie and Rachel getting bigger and bigger. I was labouring to find a way to expand the scope but still keep the tension, and I'm pretty happy with this answer. I hope you guys like Sera, Angela and the CEO as much as I do. There's plenty to come from them.

Enjoy!

[sw1ngy]

Great direction with the company!

[sgsg69]

OMG, waited so long to get to this plot point! Well done......can't wait to see how you use Angela and Sera to motivate Natalie to get as big as possible..........will Natalie get a next generation suit! You are a master craftsman, this is an amazing story, please keep going!

Karma x 100 to you!

[Poddy]

Great direction with the company!

OMG, waited so long to get to this plot point! Well done......can't wait to see how you use Angela and Sera to motivate Natalie to get as big as possible..........will Natalie get a next generation suit! You are a master craftsman, this is an amazing story, please keep going!

Karma x 100 to you!

Thank you for the positive feedback, and you for taking the time to read the chapters. Chapter 19 isn't far away either

[El_Roy_1999]

Your story is amazing. I enjoy it a lot since you really manage to bring this obsession and total loss of control and inhibitions to light.

I love it!