Got "Milk"?

[QCMGL]

It was a young love. Started in high school actually.



Eric and Jenny were the top 1% of their state's academic programs, graduating with the highest marks and receiving scholarships from the most prestigious colleges. To say that they were academically gifted would be an understatement.



Naturally, being together in every class warms you up to one another. They clicked instantly, and on that graduation stage shared a kiss that roared the crowd. It seemed too easy, a love so strong and tightly woven that no shears could shred it apart. They both went to Harvard, lived in the same apartment, but their new workload proved tumultuous. Long past were the times of old high school love. The constant cuddling, the Eskimo kisses, the late night treks to the local ice cream shop. Now life consisted of a healthy diet of fast food, constant workload, and stress up the wazoo.



The only time they shared together was each night's meeting in their bed, too tired for sex, but just enough to feel each other's warmth. Their love was tight, that's for certain, but their time felt fleeting. Eric became insecure. Knowing that it was completely reasonable due to their fast paced lives to not indulge in their selfish activities, he knew it was no one's fault entirely, but still put the burden on himself. He started hyper analyzing everything he did, every word he said, every misstep in conversation. Talking to Jenny was never a challenge, but now it was. Too focused on his academics, especially as a Chemistry major, Eric felt the pressure of not doing enough for his woman and feeling that their relationship had regressed.



But one fateful day, he glanced in the mirror. A hall of fame brain, on a runts body. Gaunt, diminished, frail. These were only a fraction of the adjectives poor Eric used to describe his current "physique". He realized that this must've been the reason Jenny doesn't look at him like she used to. Completely irrational, but you know how guys can get.



Jenny always used to admire bodybuilders, she's said as much on previous dates. When topics of gaming and comics would be brought up on his end, the ideals of bodybuilding and sport would be brought up on hers. Jenny was obsessed with Genetics and how they affected one's potential muscularity. This always amused Eric, Jenny was the perfect skinny chick. Tight body, perky breasts, an ample enough ass, and a beautiful face. No sign of visible muscularity whatsoever, why would she give a shit about bodybuilding? Then it clicked, maybe it was always a hint. Maybe she always dreamed of having a stud to lean on. Maybe she wanted a bicep to squeeze on a walk, and a massive pec to lay her head on as she went to bed. Eric reflexively felt his bony chest, clearly feeling the ridges of his skeleton through his concave torso. No more emaciated Eric, he was going to win his girls lust back.



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So, Eric went to the gym, he hired a bodybuilding coach (much to the chagrin of his bank account), bought the purest of foods high in protein, and trained his ass off. 3 solid months of training, Eric read all about the newbie gains phenomena, and with his precise nutrition, he knew he'd be jacked! (Right?) He always wore baggy clothes around the house to conceal his "power level", as he heard on the internet, so that Jenny would be in for a big reveal.



However, that original three month plan didn't turn out in his favor. Checking himself in the mirror every week, he'd hoped on of these days he'd explode. A major growth spurt of fetishistic proportions. But this is real life, and apparently, that doesn't happen at all. He examined his body. What was once a bony chest was now... slightly less bony. There was definitely padding, but where were the pillow pecs? His back was more rigid, but where were his wings? And the arms, where were his veins and visibly separated biceps and triceps?



Eric was seething, "What the fuck did I waste all this time for!" For such a smart kid, he sure had some tunnel vision. Eric thought he blew his opportunity, his newbie gains were gone, and Jenny wouldn't be able to see the new him by the time they'd be on summer vacation. Then Eric had a genius thought, if he can't out-lift the embarrassment of a lithe body, resort to science! Eric was years ahead of his classmates in chemistry, and thought the only way out was with a serum. He'd read about it all the time in his comic books; an average Joe turns into Arnold Schwarzenegger through an extraordinary event. Radioactivity, enchantments, and in Eric's case, a potion. Eric took a good couple months tinkering with his invention, using some rats as test subjects. Luckily, the parking lot of the White Castle right next to his apartment had plenty of those. Then he cracked the code. One rat got so insanely muscular that when Eric left his school's lab and came back overnight, the cage it slept in was torn apart. It was time.



Eric went back to his apartment, uber excited to drink this shit and become the muscle god he envisioned he'd be. The milky, white substance, a full jars worth, jostled around in his backpack as he scurried to his kitchen. Luckily Jenny wasn't home, she'd be at school for another hour learning more over Genetics. Eric thought, "Genetics my ass!"  If this worked, not only would he be the most jacked man alive, he'd completely turn the scientific field on its head. He'd win the figurative lottery, become a billionaire, become the most important man in science! The thoughts were all too enticing.



Eric poured out the recommended dose, a shot glass of the serum, and put the rest in his fridge. He slammed it back as he entered his bathroom, threw off all his clothes and waited. And waited. And waited. And... nothing. Eric went ballistic. All that time, energy, money wasted on a bullshit dream that could never come true. "Fuck this". Eric was defeated. He knew there was a reason he never liked fitness. "It's such a waste of time, everyone's just on steroids," he'd remember retorting to Jenny anytime she'd bring up bodybuilding. He knew that, in his heart of hearts, that was the only reason he didn't have his dream physique, was the lack of pharmaceuticals. Fuck it all. He went for a drive to clear out his mind.



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While Eric was out, Jenny came back home.



Jenny pulled up to her apartment's parking lot in her cute Mini Cooper. The perfect sized car for the tiny beauty piloting it. Jenny was only 5 feet tall. She never saw it as an issue, she loved feeling small. It made everything easier for her, she could fit in wherever, and wouldn't be noticed as easily as her 5 '5 and taller contemporaries. Despite height, she did always admire strength. She had a strange fixation on muscle, one that she never felt comfortable sharing, not even with the love of her life. What would he think? Women are supposed to be what she is now, tiny and weak. Why would she ever want to disappoint?



Her life had been filled with high expectations, starting with her parents, to her teachers, and all other mentors. She loved school, truly, but always wanted to play a sport. She never could because of her insane academic schedule, and always questioned why her physical wellbeing was never prioritized by her family.



For being so tiny, her body was surprisingly curvy. No visible muscle, but her thighs were just slightly bigger than Eric's. Not that Eric's were ever big, but she would always notice that fact. It made her brain twitch. Something primal and ferocious would enter her mind seeing a boy and his muscles smaller than hers. Jenny studied genetics specifically for those reasons. She wanted to learn more about the differences between men and women. Why are women weaker? Why are men naturally more muscular? Would there be any way to change that?



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Jenny opened the door to her apartment, a weird aura filling out the living room. It felt overbearingly frustrating. She couldn't make out why, there was no one there and Eric had told her he wouldn't be back for "a while", whatever that meant. She thought he was just mad at the new Overwatch update and wanted to vent to the bros, so she let him be. She loved Eric despite all his faults, not that there were many. He was just so quick to react and impulsive. It always resulted in luxury for her, a chance Eric had to impress meant a new handbag or coat, so she didn't mind much, but there was always the odd argument they'd share where he'd make up shit on the fly and try to be right. Eric wasn't abusive physically, but verbally he could be a real asshole. Must be all that testosterone, she thought, not that it had any physical effects on him.



Jenny went to the kitchen and had a hankering for some cereal. HoneyCombs to be exact, she got her bowl and spoon, and the cereal of course, but there was no milk in the fridge. At least, no carton, there was a big unlabeled white jar that she only assumed could be milk. She didn't bother asking why, probably some new article Eric read on the internet about "microplastics" or whatever. She didn't care, milk was milk, and so she poured.



She went to sit on her couch, cereal in hand, and turned on some basketball. The cereal was really good, unusually good, fucking delicious. She didn't know what it was, or what took over her. She drank all the "milk" from the bowl, desperately licking up whatever was left inside. She needed more, there was still some of that "milk" left in the fridge. She downed all of it.



Fuck, it was so tasty. She was in a frenzy, needing more of that feeling, and boy did she get it. Jenny keeled over in the kitchen, grasping at her stomach as the once pleasurable, orgasmic taste of the milk morphed into an unbearable pain in her abdomen. She screamed a feminine shriek, clawing at her insides in hopes of tearing away the agony. As Jenny kept clawing at her midriff, she felt her nails being pressed back. Her nails were no longer gliding against the soft pouch of flat stomach of the petite woman, there were now peaks and valleys. Peaks and valleys? What?



She pulled all of her strength together to rise up from the pain to glance at her stomach. 6 blocky, verifiable, sexy abs adorned her midsection. She was dumbfounded, she started to poke and prod her new abdominal muscles. As she did, she gasped, viewing the arms that were doing the prodding.



Sleek, lithe arms that she just used to read her thick textbooks at school were now ones that looked like they'd tear those textbooks in half with ease. Sinewed biceps, forearms, and triceps, with veins thicker than the pencils in her backpack. Her shoulders were quickly expanding, along with her traps which felt like they were suffocating her neck. Luckily that grew too, thick with power.



Her back became a mountain, you could look at her lats and rhomboids and name them as their own landmarks. Oh my god, her pecs. Imagine the perfect set of perky tits, big and round. Now say fuck that. Instead of useless, formless fat, her tits were now pure, steel muscle. Bigger than any mans she'd ever seen personally.



Women were known for their legs, that much Jenny knew. And when she glanced down, hers left the same impression. Her thighs, already bigger than her boyfriend's, looked like they'd put Tom Platz's to shame. Hamstrings that looked like hyper inflated biceps and calves that would make diamonds appear brittle. She was an unmistakable muscle goddess. And that was only the first growth spurt.



Over the next several hours, Jenny would convulse, writhe in pain and pleasure, leaving her sweat and essence all over the kitchen floor. And then it stopped. She got up, easily due to her strength, yet harder due to her mass. She looked in the bathroom mirror. The same beautiful face. The same beautiful brown hair that grazed down her back on her old frame, now cradled inside a dish of muscle. Her voice, still acutely feminine, possibly even more sultry sounding than ever.



To say that she was massive would be fucking stupid. Massive doesn't describe 1% of her body. Her biceps must've at least been 70 inches. Her shoulders stretched way past the door frame, and unfortunately turning sideways to sneak through the skinny frame proved a big issue as well. She was etched like no marble sculpture had been etched before. She made superheroes look sickly. I doubt you'd describe her as a man made work of art, this was pure womanhood on display. Her pecs looked like giant boulders, and her abs, now a shredded 10 pack, protruded proudly to show her matriarchal might. Her glutes were a strong spot her whole life, but now it was just ridiculous.



She couldn't imagine Eric sticking his dick anywhere in her now, she'd probably tear it right off!... Eric... FUCK!



"What am I going to say, how do I explain this!" For Jenny, her deepest, darkest fantasy had now come to light. At 5'0 and 704 lbs of pure super human muscle, the world was now her oyster. The muscles she craved so horrendously were now hers. More than she ever could've imagined. But that disappointment she worried about creating for others, the expectations, they were all too worrisome. She was freaking the fuck out.



Then she heard someone in the doorway. She slowly turned, floorboards creaking and cracking as she did so. There he was, mouth agape. "Je... oh god".



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Eric was scared stiff. The drive to clear his mind worked as intended, he became more aware of his situation and realized you can't get around hard work. He just needed to hunker down and keep lifting and eating right, and eventually he'll be the muscle god for Jenny that she so desired.



That notion was recontextualized as soon as he laid eyes on Jenny's pecs. You'd think in this scenario Eric would be looking up at the goddess, but oh no. Eric was a good foot taller than his gigantic girlfriend.



"H-How? W...why?," Eric managed to let out. Jenny replied, meekly, "I think it was that milk you bought in the fridge... are you alright?"



Eric was not alright. That was his potion, those were his muscles. "Y-you're a monster!" Suddenly, Jenny's anxiety washed away completely. "What a crude, horrific comment to make about your goddess of a girlfriend," she thought. She was a monster, a shredded, beefy, jacked mass monster that gets whatever she wants. "You scared your hot girlfriend just got even hotter?" She started approaching Eric. She flexed her galaxy defying bicep, "or what, you just pissed to be outmuscled by a little girl?"



Eric started retreating, running to his bedroom. Jenny would give chase if she could fit out of the door way, but that unfortunately wasn't a possibility. So instead of trying to sneak through as she did before, she gingerly walked forward and destroyed the entire foundation of the doorway. No hesitation from the foundation, her muscles breaking that doorway was akin to a hot knife through butter. Not a single cut or scratch on her perfect, silky skin.



She paced slowly toward Eric, her shoulders deforming the walls of the tight hallway as she did. Eric was frantic. Should he hide? Should he run for the entrance which was now quickly being blocked by his girlfriend?... The window! Eric pulled the blinds up and fumbled for the window lock, finally unlatching it. He struggled to pull the window open, and then feebly punched at the wire screening, the only thing blocking him from the outside.



Jenny started snorting and laughing, "Emaciated Eric can't break the flimsy wire window, how embarrassing! Let me show you how it's done!" Eric cowered in the corner as Jenny quickly closed the distance. With a light tap of her index finger, the wire frame exploded off the hinges, scattering across the concrete. "Eric, my love, you're a real naughty boy, I have to admit. I've noticed you've been working out lately, I don't know why you'd try to hide it! You knew I loved muscles, I would've supported you the whole way! I would've grabbed your skinny, twig bicep and tell you how big and strong you are. I would've watched you bench just the bar and then ask you to bounce your nonexistent pecs for me. I would've worshiped your boney body in bed, but no more! You worship ME, now".



Eric distraught, he stood up, "Jenny, I don't think you know what you're saying, calm down an-," before Eric could finish his dismissive statement, Jenny grabbed him by the throat. Her biceps thicker than his neck, and everything for that matter. "You don't tell me to calm down, scrawny! I know exactly what I want". Jenny wrapped her pinkie finger around the waistband of his sweats and tore them off with no resistance. Eric's cock fully erect. "You know Eric, there was a time when this dick used to impress me. It used to stretch my insides and make me beg for more. But now... I don't think you can satisfy me...". Jenny "lightly tosses" Eric onto the bed. Eric slams against the back of the bed frame and slinks down onto the sheets. "-but you can sure as hell try!"



Jenny straddles Eric, arms above grasping the bed frame, crushing the wood under her grip. She inserts his cock into her vagina. It used to be tight, but Eric could tell even before insertion this would be a different ballgame. There were veins streaking up from her pussy lips throughout her whole body, pulsating and vibrating, ready to strangle its next victim. Eric's cock felt like it was being chopped off, Jenny pounded ferociously and without end. Jenny was bucking her hips on Eric's feeble body, clearly hurting and bruising his pelvis. Eric tried to stop her, but he knew he couldn't. Jenny was in a lustful rage, determined to show Eric her truest self. Jenny destroyed Eric for 2 hours straight.



When Jenny got up, she barely broke a sweat. Her perfect muscles even more pumped up during that "workout". A pump that she would later find never wore off. "Thanks babe, I think we're done for the night. I'm going to need the bed so I can get some rest for school tomorrow". Eric couldn't move, he barely could breathe, and he sure as hell couldn't talk.



Eric's lower half was purple, while his upper was red. Not a vegetable (yet), not dead, but immobile. Jenny caressed Eric and moved him to the couch, where he laid there for a good couple of weeks. Thankfully he was so ahead in chemistry, or else all that work would be piling up.



Friends wondered why Eric was gone for so long, and when asked, Eric would only respond with short pleasantries and something about, "the old ball and chain".



Jenny on the other hand quickly became the talk of the world. A social media icon, leader in genetic engineering, a symbol of women's empowerment, and a multiple time Mr. Olympia winner. That's right, "Mr." She ended up competing in the men's division originally as the women were far too small, and the judges found it unfair to pair a goddess with the much less impressive pro bodybuilders. Unfortunately for the men, they were far too small as well. Eventually the Olympia would ban her from competing, deeming it too unfair for other competitors. Instead, they opted to give her a lifetime achievement award and she became an ambassador for the sport.



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(Epilogue)



Funnily enough, on Halloween a year before the incident, Jenny dressed up as a sexy vampire, while Eric dressed up as this macho man from some random video game of his. While they were having sex, Jenny violently bit down on his neck, drawing blood. Eric yelped in pain, but was in love with the role play so he paid it no mind. Jenny was a vampire for a very specific reason. She needed a blood sample from Eric to test his genetic code. She was always researching the differences between men and women, musculature in particular, and was interested to see Eric's muscular potential. Surprisingly, Eric seemed to have none! Eric was unfortunately "gifted" with a very weak body structure, with little to no ability to build and maintain muscle. On the contrary, Jenny had the perfect genetics for bodybuilding. Apparently too perfect, as what was demonstrated in their current time. This made her ecstatic. If she could ever find the time out of her busy schedule to hit the gym, she'd grow like a weed! Jenny always wondered what the world would look like if women could stand up physically to men. After the "incident", she wondered if she could spread that same success she had to other women, and who knows, maybe she will...

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[HumanPersonBeing]

I can't believe there's no reply to this. It's a standard fmg story done well, which is still pretty hard to come by. Good work!

[Saxony Red Devil]

5'0 muscle meatball is EXACTLY my type of woman

[QCMGL]

Thanks for reading! It's my first real story, so, any feedback would be appreciated.

[evanw]

I really enjoyed this! Would love to read some more, future stories from you