I thought I'd try my hand at an FMG story. Let me know if I'm successful or not.
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The Golden Idol
by NinjaStar
It was Brian's birthday and Alyssa was wracking her brain trying to figure out what to get him. What do you get the man who has everything? Brian made it clear to her that he didn't want any gifts, or even a real celebration. He was turning twenty-five tomorrow, ordinarily a milestone of a birthday for most people living long enough to reach a quarter of a century, but for Brian it signaled the seemingly rapid descent into middle-age. He maintained that everything up to twenty-one was a blast, but after that, it was all over.
That being said, Alyssa was hoping to cheer him up. But how? She didn't want to get him anything that he would hate, but that was the problem; Brian seemed to hate everything. He hated the clothes she or anyone else picked out for him, he hated any watches, necklaces, bracelets, or any jewelry of any kind. He already had every movie ever made on BluRay, and had an extensive collection of music, most of which illegally downloaded for free. That left not a whole lot of wiggle room for Alyssa to formulate a birthday surprise that would tickle her somewhat dour boyfriend's fancy.
Brian wasn't a morose stick in the mud. He knew how to have fun, but only if he felt like it. He was a reserved man, rarely stating his mind unless asked, and even then, only if you asked enough times to annoy him into answering just so you'd shut up. He had interests, but Alyssa felt like she only scratched the surface as to what they were. He kept to himself a lot. His computer was always locked and encrypted when he wasn't using it and was always careful not to let anyone know too much about him. Even after nearly seven years together, it struck her a bit weird that he seemed to know a lot about her, but she felt like she barely knew him at times. She admittedly knew more about him than anyone else, but even she was kept in the dark about some things. She knew he loved her, but he was very cryptic and strange. He was always there for her, ready with a loving embrace, a gentle kiss, and a soothing word or two whenever she needed it. He was never far away, ready to drop what he was doing at a moment's notice to be by her side if she needed him to be.
They had met in high-school. She was a sporty jock-girl one grade below him, and he was a weirdo that lots of people seemed to know about. Alyssa was a pretty, popular girl who was good at lots of different sports, but only okay academically. Brian was famous for getting into a heated argument with one of his teachers for the sole purpose of making her forget to assign homework for the weekend, amongst other hilarious acts of faculty manipulation. They had met at a party thrown by one of their mutual friends, the head of the cheerleading squad named Brittany Taylor.
Brittany was the stereotypical cheerleader type; a busty, leggy blonde that had many boys around school wrapped around her finger. Unlike the stereotype, Brittany was friendly and generous to lots of people and was very active in trying to bolster school spirit, even off the football field. It struck Alyssa strange that Brian would've been friends with Brittany, as she tended to irk him with her bubbly, somewhat shrill personality. He had scored an invite to her party on account of him tutoring Brittany in Language Arts. Alyssa on the other hand had known Brittany for years and considered her one of her best friends.
Brian seemed so odd and out-of-place at the party, one of the things that struck her immediately about him. He was a small, wiry young man with glasses, messy hair, and a slightly unkempt appearance. He wasn't necessarily bad-looking per se; he just had no interest in how he looked. Alyssa on the other hand was nearly six feet tall by the time she was sixteen, and quite toned and fit due to years of working our and playing sports. She was described as quite beautiful by lots of different people her whole life, with rich chestnut brown hair that was usually tied into a ponytail, vibrant hazel colored eyes, full lips, and a model gorgeous face. Despite her beauty, her height and her pronounced musculature off-put a lot of guys, leaving Alyssa rather lonely throughout most of her school career. Brian immediately struck up a conversation with her, and asked her if she would like to dance. She was caught off guard by his surprisingly confident personality. He was about four inches shorter than she was, and not very athletic. He never once seemed to be intimidated by her. She accepted his offer despite herself. They spent most of the rest of the party out on the terrace away from the other party goers talking and getting to know one another, before sneaking into the laundry room to make out.
It was a magical night for Alyssa, and one that she would remember for years to come. After that, she gave him her number fully expecting him to never call her again like so many other boys did, but he again surprised her when he called a few days later. He apologized for the wait, telling her that he had listened to his older brother's advice never to call a girl immediately after getting her number. He didn't fully understand that rule himself, and asked her out on a date. Alyssa accepted, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Seven years later, she found herself in some weird little nick-nack shop downtown. Alyssa was at her wit's end. She had to find him something, and it might as well be in here. She walked around the small little shop, eyeing the shelves for something that Brian might get a kick out of. This was turning out to be another bust. There was nothing but a bunch of miscellaneous crap that had no value to anyone here.
She was about to leave when something at last caught her eye.
Over on one of the shelves on the back wall was a golden statuette. Alyssa didn't know if it was really gold or not, but knowing this place it likely wasn't. The statuette was of a nude woman with bulging muscles and large, full breasts with protruding nipples suggesting arousal. Her hair was long and cascaded down to her waist, and her face was quite detailed and beautiful. It looked like a bodybuilding trophy. The whole statue was intricately carved and quite detailed. Every muscle was beautifully rendered and quite lifelike. Small little details like veins protruded through the Amazon's skin in certain spots. Simply put, the craftsmanship was exquisite. It didn't really matter if it probably wasn't genuine gold. The figure alone was beautiful regardless of the material it was shaped out of.
Picking it up, Alyssa could see it was heavy, much heavier than she had expected. Maybe it was really gold. Nah, probably lead spray painted gold was a safer bet. Upon closer inspection, Alyssa could see no seams or weld-marks. This piece was crafted from a single piece of metal. She felt the statue's physique. This woman was hard and powerful, but sexy and feminine. She wondered if Brian would like it. He had always told her that he found her athletic body attractive.
Deciding to buy it, Alyssa flipped it over this way and that to discern a price, but couldn't find anything. There was so shelf tag either. Frowning in frustration, Alyssa looked the statue over to see if she could figure out what it was worth. No art collector in his right might would part from such a beautiful piece of work, irrespective of whether it was made out of gold or not. And-- Did the statue's face change?
Alyssa couldn't be certain, but the woman's face looked different somehow. Her hair seemed shorter too, only going midway down her back, much like Alyssa's when it was loose. There was no way a statue could morph like that... could it? She stared hard at the statue, willing it to move it's face around again, but nothing happened. And, if she didn't know better, it seemed lighter than before. Hmm. Strange.
Regardless, Alyssa was going to buy it. She took the statue over to the counter and rang the bell. A few moments later, a small little man came from the back room and greeted her.
“Good afternoon,” he said.
“Hello. I'm looking to purchase this, could you tell me how much it is?” Alyssa replied. The man took a look at it through his bifocals.
“Oh, this piece? Interesting. Very interesting indeed,” he said as if lost in thought. He turned it this way and that, looking it over like she had.
“What's so interesting about it?” Alyssa asked, trying to figure out if the man was appraising it as an appreciator of art, or of muscular women.
“This my dear, is a very special statue. Are you familiar with the Amazons from the days of Ancient Greece?”
“Only a little,” Alyssa replied, fully interested now. Was this an antique? If so, this statue would be worth far beyond what she was willing to pay for it.
“Well, it's said that statues like these originated from the Amazon nation of Themyscira. Married couples would keep replicas of some great statue of one of their great heroes in their house by the bed. On the eve of a campaign, an Amazon and her husband would make love one last time in case she was killed in front of the statue. They believed that it granted them the strength of the hero, whose name has been lost to time unfortunately. These statues are very rare indeed...” the man said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Alyssa was wide-eyed and staring in disbelief. That couldn't be true, could it? If so, then this statue was probably worth millions! What was it doing in this little dinky-ass shop then?
“Is that true?” she asked in awe of the man's tale.
He suppressed a smile, but failed. He burst out laughing making Alyssa feel quite foolish. “Ha ha! No! I made that up, sorry. It's just a little story I cooked up for someone who wanted to buy the damn thing. It's been sitting back there collecting dust for quite some time. I think it's a bodybuilding trophy of some kind. Somebody dumped it off a long time ago along with some of the other crap you see around here. I don't know what it's doing here, to be frank, but hey! I'll sell it to you if you're interested, though I never once thought I'd sell the thing.”
Alyssa's face burned red with embarrassment. What a dick, she thought. “How much do you want for it?” she asked evenly.
“Hell, I dunno. Fifty bucks?” he offered.
“Fif-- You just said you never thought you'd sell it! I'll give you thirty,” Alyssa haggled.
“Forty-five.”
“Thirty-five.”
“Forty.”
“Thirty-seven, and that's my final offer,” Alyssa said, somewhat peevishly. The man took one last look at the statue and capitulated.
“Alright, deal. But you're getting this thing for a song,” he said grudgingly. “That might be real gold plating on this thing!” Alyssa counted out three tens, a five and two ones and paid the man for the statue.
Claiming it once again in triumph of her superior bartering skills, Alyssa grinned and looked at the statue. She felt strangely good, but she didn't know why exactly. Was it because she found Brian a birthday gift at long last after nearly a day looking? Was it because she talked the shopkeep down a whole thirteen bucks off of the asking price? Was it because she was holding a possibly gold plated statue that she might sell for some quick cash if Brian didn't like it? She didn't know, but Alyssa didn't hesitate to head home now that her prize was claimed.
Alyssa didn't know why, but her clothes felt tight. Her shirt collar seemed to want to choke her, and her jeans felt really stiff all of a sudden. Paying it no mind, she set the statue onto the roof of her car and unlocked the door. She grabbed the statue once more and tried to get in, but she smacked her head on the doorframe.
“Ow, dammit!” Alyssa swore. She was a tall woman, but usually she avoided such embarrassments. The whole car seemed a little cramped now compared to what she was used to. It seemed like her head brushed the ceiling more and her legs seemed longer somehow. What was going on? What a strange day this has been. Rubbing her goose egg in annoyance, Alyssa fired up the engine and headed home.
She made her way back to the apartment complex where she and Brian lived. It was a nice, stately set of buildings with spacious, homey apartments for people who wanted the experience of living in a house without all the yardwork. It was reasonably priced, and had a fully stocked gym that Alyssa make good use out of. She pulled her car into the garage and carefully exited the car with the statue in hand once more.
The strange feeling returned. She couldn't place a finger on it, but the once she held the statue in hand and ran her fingers over the defined musculature of the golden Amazon, she felt good. Was she... attracted to the statue? That seemed silly to her and she quickly dismissed such a notion. Still... the woman was very beautiful, and Alyssa found herself unable to take her eyes off of her beautiful face and luscious curves. She had never considered herself anything but straight, but there was something about a muscular woman that Alyssa couldn't quite describe. Sexy, maybe? She didn't know.
Shaking her head, she set the statue down on the hood of her car and looked for a box to fit it in. They still had a few of their move-in boxes lying around and there was one roughly a foot long that was perfect. The golden statuette fit wonderfully inside. Alyssa packed in some newspaper to prevent it from rattling around or getting damaged should she drop it. She moved to close the flaps, but couldn't.
She simply could not take her eyes off the statue. She had memorized every hard line, every powerful curve, every explosively female section of the statue. Her breathing quickened. Her skin flushed red. Her nipples hardened. No! Stop it! She commanded herself. With enormous willpower, Alyssa closed the box and shut the garage door. Key in hand, she walked the long distance to her building and unlocked the door. She routinely checked the mail. It was a good indication of whether or not Brian was home or not. It was after 11:00. The mail had come, and Brian had not retrieved it yet. He wasn't home. Excellent, she thought to herself. She would have time to wrap the box and secret it somewhere before Brian came home.
She took the mail from the mailbox and gave it all a quick once over. Junk, for the most part. One was a reminder that the car insurance was due next month. Nothing critically important. She shut the mailbox and headed up the stairs to the third floor. The steps seemed narrower and shorter than usual. She found it easier to take them two at a time with her long, powerful legs. Once she reached the second floor, the door to one of her downstairs neighbors opened. It was Mrs. Magruder, an old widow who lived alone with many cats. She was a sweet old lady, but a bit of a busybody. However, she knew the comings and goings of everyone in the building, and if you ever needed the latest gossip, she was the one to talk to.
“Hello, Mrs. Magruder,” Alyssa greeted her, stopping for a moment to chat.
“Oh, hello dear,” Mrs. Magruder said warmly. Huh, Alyssa thought to herself. She seems smaller than usual. She was always a small, petite old lady to begin with, but had she shrunk in the last day or two? Alyssa wondered.
Mrs. Magruder's face fell and she gave Alyssa a once over. Alyssa balked at her bizarre expression and her sudden change in demeanor. “Have you gotten... bigger, dear, or is it my imagination?”
“Well, I do work out, you know?” Alyssa replied, flexing her arm. Mrs. Magruder's eyes bulged at the sight of Alyssa flexing for some reason. It wasn't a secret that she hit the gym four days a week. She was more muscular than the average woman, in addition to being taller, but no moreso than any typical athletic woman. Mrs. Magruder knew that, even if she was super-old fashioned about certain things. She simply didn't hold with the idea that women should be fit and strong.
“Of course, dear,” Mrs. Magruder agreed thoughtfully. She looked like she was calculating something in her head, but Alyssa had no clue as to what. “And how's Brian doing?” she asked, changing the subject suddenly.
“Oh, you know him. He's turning twenty-five tomorrow, but he's acting like he's dying of old age already-- er, no offense,” Alyssa said, quickly remembering who she was talking to.
“Oh, don't worry about it, dear. None taken,” Mrs. Magruder said sweetly, though here eyes seemed to lack the usual twinkle that made her so endearing. She was looking at Alyssa like she had never seen her before. It was making her uncomfortable.
“Well, I uh, have to go. It was nice talking to you, Mrs. Magruder,” Alyssa said after a beat of uncomfortable silence between the two.
“Of course dear. It was nice talking to you as well,” she replied. Alyssa quickly turned and all but fled up the last flight of stairs.
“That was weird,” she commented to herself, sticking the key into the keyholes of Apartment 314, the place she and Brian lived. What about her made Mrs. Magruder act so strangely? She wasn't dressed slutty, at least she didn't think so. She hadn't gotten any tattoos that she knew of. Mrs. Magruder had never once commented negatively about the fact that she had muscles before, so why did she react the way she did when she flexed her arm? Alyssa set the mail and the box down on the table and kicked off her shoes. Her feet were killing her. She had pretty big feet for a woman, one of the pitfalls of being so tall, so it was hard to find shoes that fit. She had picked up these trainers out of dumb luck. They were just her size. She hated to think that she was outgrowing them. She was 23 for crissake! She shouldn't be still growing.
But her clothes did feel tight. All over. Her babydoll t-shirt in particular seemed to cling to her like a second skin. Everything fit fine this morning. Dismissing the thought, she headed into the spare bedroom and opened the closet to look for the wrapping paper, bows and tape needed for wrapping Brian's gift. To her dismay, there was no birthday paper. She could've sworn there was at least part of a roll in here!
“Fuck!” Alyssa swore, pounding her fist against the wall. To her shock, her hand sunk a few inches into the drywall. “What the...” she muttered, pulling her hand out. What had just happened? Was the drywall weak in that section, or was she that strong? She knew she was strong, but this was ridiculous! Then again, she never really applied her strength in such a manner. Luckily, the hole was in an unobtrusive place where no one was likely to see it. She would hire someone to come over and fix it before they ever moved out. The building association would be none the wiser.
Alyssa didn't really feel like going back out, and giving Brian a plain box just seemed shitty. They had plenty of Christmas wrapping left over. She picked up a roll that had nothing especially Christmas-y about it, save for the snowmen and pine trees. It would have to do. Brian might get a kick out it. She headed into the kitchenette and rummaged around for scissors until she found some. She unfurled a section, cut it, folded it up over the box and taped it shut. Alyssa prided herself on her perfect folds. She was a gift-wrapping queen. All Brian needed to do was to pop on the corners open, and the box ought to slide right out. No muss, no fuss. She hid the box in the spare bedroom, and got rid of the evidence of possible gift-wrapping anywhere in the vicinity. All that was left to do was wait for Brian to come home and surprise him. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when she pulled out his gift. He would probably be annoyed that she got him something despite telling her that he didn't want anything, but he would be grateful and appreciative that she had thought of him enough to get him a gift. It was that moment when he smiled and blushed cutely that she was waiting for. He was a sweet little guy.
Now whether or not he would even like the gift she had gotten him was another matter entirely. He might. Brian liked her toned, strong body, and when they watched a female crossfit competition on television, she noticed how he was sporting an erection watching such muscular women lifting such heavy weights. He did his best to hide it, and Alyssa never broached the subject, but it stuck in her mind. Brian obviously had a thing about strong, buff girls even if he would never admit to it. Alyssa was confident that Brian would like the golden Amazon statue.
She took off her clothes and tossed them into the laundry hamper, preparing to take a shower. Alyssa felt sweaty and stinky after being out all morning despite having taking a shower before she had even set out. Two showers in one day wouldn't kill her. Besides, she had time to kill.
Stepping into the bathroom, she flicked on the light. She gasped at what she saw in the mirror. Staring back at her through the reflection of the large mirror was her, only... different somehow. Alyssa stared hard at herself. Were her muscles... bigger? Her abs in particular looked more defined and chiseled than before. There was no way. Simply no way. This was impossible. Running her fingers over her tanned skin, she could feel the hardness of her muscles beneath the soft skin. She poked at her stomach. It was hard and flat relaxed, but when she flexed, her abs sprung to life as if they were alive. Eight tight little balls of muscle swelled and thickened beneath her skin as she flexed, becoming bulletproof. Alyssa rapped her knuckles against her belly only to hear the dull thud of her fist on solid steel meat. She fingered the deep troughs between her abs. This was unreal!
Her shoulders seemed stronger and broader as well. Alyssa always had broad shoulders, but now they seemed to be thicker and wider than ever. She had always taken care not to develop them too much, for fear of looking mannish. Her deltoids seemed meatier and rounder than before. She still wasn't quite She-Hulk, but there was no denying it; her muscles were definitely bigger.
A quick double bicep flex confirmed it. Small, but noticeable peaks sprung up with a flex. Alyssa had been content with simply toned arms. Now, they bulged with muscle. Her forearms popped when she clenched her fists, and her biceps were pretty much impossible not to notice. No wonder Mrs. Magruder's eyes had fallen out of her head earlier! Alyssa's eyes were doing the same! She felt her own bicep experimentally. It was hard and solid, like the rest of her muscles. She had never measured her arms before, but they looked to be at least a few inches bigger around. The same went for her triceps, which upon flexing, became just as thick and meaty as the rest of her arm.
Her chest was another matter. While there was some definite growth there, it seemed softer and spongier than the rest of her body. Alyssa had been rather flatchested all her life. Lifting weights so heavily had pretty much sealed that coffin for her. She had resigned herself to being flat as a board as a teenager, and instead had worked to cultivate her other body parts instead, such as her long, shapely legs, or her round, curvy ass. But how her chest seemed to be blossoming with... boobs? She was still an A-cup, but there was some definite breast tissue on her chest when before there was none. It didn't make any sense. If her muscles were bigger, why would her breasts be growing as well? She was trying not to freak out.
“My god,” Alyssa gasped. She didn't want this. She didn't want to be Arnolda Schwarzeneggar. She liked having muscles, but she liked being a girl more. It looks like she had been hitting the gym too hard. She might have to step it back to three days a week instead. Maybe two. Everyone is going to think she's on steroids or something. Oh shit! Mrs. Magruder! She was going to tell everyone that! That's why she was looking at her so strangely! That's what she was trying to figure out! Damnit! Alyssa clutched her head in frustration, causing her muscles to ripple and flex involuntarily beneath her skin. Why was this happening? What could be the cause of this? What would everyone think? What would Brian think?
Maybe... Maybe she should just take a shower, and see if she could calm herself. Get away from the mirror. Maybe you're just imagining things. You're definitely pushing yourself too hard in the gym, girl, she though to herself. Slow it down. Yeah, that was it. She'd simply stop going so often. Gaining a semblance of calm, Alyssa stepped into the shower and turned on the water.
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More to come.