Mike's Project

[Brfan]

Michael Kendricks found out real soon in his life about what he liked in a woman. Right after puberty hit, Michael was late watching some TV in his room, zapping through channels, when he stumbled upon a female bodybuilding contest. Immediately he dropped the remote, mesmerized by the looks of those women. Their confidence, the sheer power that their oiled, bulging muscles sent through the telly. Realizing he was sexually attracted to that, Michael spent most of his first teen years surfing the web for pictures and videos of muscular women flexing and displaying their strength. However, Michael had never been close to a muscular woman, and he had no idea how to come 'out of the closet' about his desires and officially search for one. He didn't even had the age, in fact. That's when he figured if he couldn't get a strong woman, he might as well build one. And he had the right one just next door.
Michael's younger sister, Britney, who was 4 years younger, looked up to her older brother. To her, Michael was the single coolest person on Earth. Growing up that did bother Michael most of the time, the young brat attached to his ankles, trying to mimic every move of his, trying to be just like him. But now, that could be a great thing.
Britney was only 10, but Michael saw in her someone he could impregnate the desire to become muscular. And so, every opportunity he had with her far from their parent's eyes, he did
"Look, Britney, how cool is that. That lady can lift that guy over her head!"
"Watch this, Britney. How awesome is that? Did you see her abs? They look like a washboard!"
"Come here, sis. See how she crushes those watermelons with her bare thighs?"
"Wow! Look at this, Brit! Her biceps are so big! I bet they are very hard! Hey, let me see yours. You have nice arms, sis. I guess you have good genetics. Who knows, maybe one day you should start working out and you might have arms bigger than hers! Would you like that?"

Eventually Mike did get under her skin. Britney was still too young to actually join a gym and build muscles, but at the age of twelve and with Michael's help, Britney was already very familiar to her father's old dumbbell set, and, although still small, her muscles were bigger than the average girl of her age. Michael relished each time Britney entered his room excited with some new bump she had discovered in her body. He took pictures of her regularly, just so that they could follow her progress as time went on.

When Britney was about to turn 15, Michael called her in his room. Even though Britney was turning into a gorgeous, fit girl, she never lost admiration on her older brother. To her, his word was the law.
"Hey sis, so listen up... your birthday is coming up, right?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, I've been thinking. I know how much you like to work out, and how much you want to get real muscular and all. So, I was thinking... how about for your birthday I talk mom and dad into getting you a gym membership? I mean, there's only some much you'll achieve with those old weight sets"
Britney's face lightened up "OMG, Mike, would you do that for me?"
"Well, I know you can see how that's going to be hard, so... yeah, I'd do it for you, under one condition"
"Anything, you name it"
"Well, I would be very sad if you wasted that gift and not take the gym seriously. I mean, I'm doing this for you, so you can realize your dream of becoming buff and ripped with muscles, Brit. So you'll have to promise me, one year from now, when you flex those arms of yours, they will be bigger.... let's say... than mine? How does that sound? Can you promise me that?" Michael felt his dick hardening. The idea of his sister becoming muscular and bigger than him was hot.
Britney's eyes were dead serious when she spoke "You get me that gym membership, Mike, and I promise you, by the time I reach 16 years old my biceps will be bigger than yours. Heck, I promise you any muscle I  flex will be bigger than yours."
"Good, so I'll see what I can do"

Surely enough, Michael convinced his parents. According to him, Britney had asked for his help cause she wanted to join a gym cause she was worried about looking ugly in high school, and wanting to be fit so that she could try out for some sports team.
Britney now went to the gym everyday after her school, and Michael made sure he was at home just to see her coming in all sweaty and pumped. He kept taking pictures of her every other month, jerking off at night watching how she was progressing. At first he felt guilty he was doing this watching his sister's pictures, but as time went by and her muscles became slightly more prominent, he let go of the guilt and started enjoying it fully.
After around 9 months of gym, Britney's body couldn't be hid from many people anymore. She had developed more visible muscles in her legs and arms than the average boy in her own class. Britney knew she draw attention at school, and she was loving it. Sometimes she came into Michael's room to tell her about something that had happened that day in school
"Jeff was taunting the girls during lunch, and when I showed up he ran away. I'm sure it's because I'm buff"
"During gym class today, no other boy could do as many push ups as me"
Michael loved hearing those stories, picturing his sister embarrassing other boys around with her rock hard body. However, that wasn't enough anymore for him. He needed more. In a dark way, he wanted her to challenge and beat him. Problem is she loved and worshiped him too much. She needed to be more competitive. Finally he decided it was time for the next step.
"So sis, how's that promise of yours coming? You still have what? 3 months? Think your arms will be bigger than these by then?" Michael flexed his arms. Although he had no muscle for display, he was a 19 year old man, and his arm was naturally thicker than hers. Britney flexed her gun next to his. Britney's bicep jumped from her arm, peaking beautifully, standing proud. If this was a bodybuilding contest, she would have creamed her brother. Even relaxed her arm had more definition than his. But in volume, Michael's arm was still a bit bigger.
"About that, Mike... how disappointed would you be if I didn't keep my promise? I mean, I'm trying real hard, but It seems like it won't grow any more..." she looked sad. Michael almost felt sorry for her, but he couldn't back down now
"Well... since I know you are trying real hard, and you've accomplished so much this far... I'm not letting you out of the promise, but I might help you keep it"
"What do you mean?"
Michael went to his drawer and picked up a small package. He handed it to her
"I was saving this for your birthday. It would be the next step, you know. But I feel like you might need it now. Juice. Have you heard about it?"
Britney grabbed the package "Yes, but... do you think it's safe?"
"Brit, c'mon. Would I ever tell you to do something dangerous? Of course it's safe. Only you'll have to use it cautiously. There's a scheme there. Trust me, you'll love it"
"I trust you, Mike. Thanks. I'll make you proud of me"
"I know I will. Just never tell anyone I was the one who gave you this, alright?"
"Sure"

Michael knew that three months from now it would be hard to hide the fact that Britney was now a muscular teen lady. But he didn't care. He hoped that by then she would have already gotten bigger and stronger than him, and who knows, with some testosterone filling her veins, a little more aggressive and challenging.
They decided that they wouldn't take anymore pictures until her birthday, so that the changes would be more evident. The waiting was killing him, as Britney started to throw sweats on her before entering the house everyday. He figured she was trying to make sure he didn't notice the changes, but his curiosity was busting him.
Finally, Britney's 16th birthday came. Michael had asked Britney to come to his room as soon as she wake up so they could take the pictures and see the changes, but when he woke up, there was nobody home. He found a note from his parents saying they were out shopping for a birthday dinner, but he had no idea where Britney was.
Getting anxious, Michael called her a couple times. No answer. He was about to get his car and go out looking for her when Britney entered the house
"Hey, where the heck were you? I thought we had an agreement"
Britney just smiled.
"Well, we do, Mike. I was just at the gym, you know, getting pumped so the pictures look cooler. So why don't you go grab the camera?"
Michael ran upstairs, coming back with the camera in his hands
"Alright, sis, let's see that body of yours"
Britney made mention to remove her sweats, but stopped suddenly
"Actually... If I'm not mistaken, I promised you one year ago that today any muscle I flex would be bigger than yours, right?"
"Right"
"Well, If I'm going to keep my promise, we must be sure. So, take off your clothes, Mike"
"What? I'm not getting on my underwear in front of you, Brit"
Britney took two steps forward, and said again "Michael, take off your clothes now"
For the first time ever Britney spoke in that tone with him. She wasn't asking, she was demanding. Feeling a shiver down his spine, Michael didn't say a word and took his pajamas down, standing in front of his sister wearing only his briefs.
"Now close your eyes"
Michael obeyed once again. He heard as Britney was removing her sweats. First the pants, than the hoodie
"Alright, now open them"
the second Michael's eyes opened, his jaw (and the camera from his hand) dropped. Britney was standing in a blue bikini in front of him, her hands on her hips, in a classic lat bodybuilding pose. Michael's eyes scanned Britney's body, starting from the feet. Her calves looked thick and wide, the muscles coming out from the sides of her legs. Her quads were thick, the muscle groups on them well defined. Britney contracted them a few times once she noticed Michael was staring at them.
Michael kept moving his eyes up, stoping again at the brick wall Britney had on her abs. Two, four, six muscle squares jumping out. Britney's torso was almost twice as wide as her waist. Michael stopped again at her chest, where hardly no breast could be seen, yet there was a deep cleavage, thanks to thick pectorals. The pecs gave an even more impressive look to her shoulders, round and striated, the size of small coconuts. Britney's lats were spreading wide, almost bursting the strap of her bikini. They looked like the wings of an almighty angel to Michael. Finally, he ran his eyes through her arms, even unflexed they looked thick, well nurtured by two large veins each, and her sinewy, thick forearms. Before meeting her eyes, Michael took his time once again noticing how thick Britney's neck look, thanks to bulging traps coming out of her back.
"I can see you like that I seem to have kept my promise, brother. But let's be sure, shall we? Flex your arms"
Britney approached Michael as he faintly lifted his arms up. Although he had a good 4 inch difference to her in height, Britney filled and dominated the room. Stopping no further than a feet from him, Britney mimicked her brother's pose, flexing her mighty guns. As soon as she brought them close to his, it was clear that she had gotten bigger. Actually, Britney's biceps put Michael's to shame. Britney extended both her arms, just to make sure that even unflexed her arms had surpassed her brother's. Then she flexed again, this time harder, and giggled as she watched his eyes almost pop out of his head as he watched the big peak rising and shining.
"What do you say, Mike? Have I kept my promise??"
"Y-yes. Brit... you have"
"Say it, brother. Are my muscles bigger than yours?"
"Oh, yes, Brit... much bigger"
"How does that make you feel, Mike?"
Mike's bulge in his briefs already told her that, but he wasn't ready to admit it
"H-how... how does that that make you feel, Brit?"
She smiled. "I feel strong and powerful, Mike. I feel... dominating."
Michael shivered. In a mix of lust and fear, that was what he had been crazy to hear. Now that he did, he was afraid what could happen to him if Britney found out that she had been manipulated for years
"Mike, remember those videos we watched many years ago? I wonder If I can do the same as those women..." And with that, Britney grabbed him and took him off the ground, carrying him like a baby. She did it with surprising ease. Britney carried Michael upstairs into his room
"You are lighter than I thought, Mike" she said, putting him on his bed
"You know, I'm sad we don't have any watermelons home. I'm pretty sure I can crush them with these" Britney patted and flexed her thighs in a menacing way. Michael just nodded
"You know, once you showed me a video of a girl squeezing a guy's head, remember? I'm not sure if you showed me or if I saw it on your computer one of these days. You might have forgotten to shut it down"
"Br-Brit, Don't..." Michael's voice was trembling. Britney laughed hard
"You silly, I'm not squeezing you! Unless you want me to, that is..." she giggled
"I... I... I'm..."
"Well, I suppose we can leave that for another day. Now, let's talk about my birthday gift"
"W-what?"
"Well, Michael. You see, I guess all of this you are looking at right now was supposed to be a gift for you, right? Don't bother explaining. It's been years I found it weird that you did anything you could so that I could work out and build muscles but you never lifted a single weight. So I came around the internet on some articles about sthenolagnia and cratolagnia. It became crystal clear when you handed me those 'roids. I thought about exposing you right there, but the truth is I wanted to dig a little deeper. So I started using it. And when I did, Gosh, I must tell you, I really enjoyed being able to lift those huge weights. And soon enough I found out that I simply loved being looked at and admired by my muscles. So, for my sixteenth birthday, you will give me the worship of a lifetime. You will feel, admire and compliment every single muscle I tell you to. And you can start by these"
Britney flexed her gorgeous thick bicep once again, inches from Mike's livid face. Surrendering, he placed is lips on the thick, hard ball of muscle.
This was going to be a birthday to remember

[Brfan]

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[wowser1016]

What a sneaky brother. Does the end justify the means? Well, for the sake of my enthusiastic interest the answer is "Oh yeah". I love your stories and only wish you would add some to your older ones. Either way, keep up the great work. K+

[caino]

the best writer on saradas....
k for you
we need your stories

[dreamer75]

great start

[DarkPrince77]

Looking forward to seeing how this goes!