Stacy Takes What She Wants...Eventually

[phil123]

Great story idea. Looking for more and what the roids will do to her

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[PleaseForgiveMe]

Is this continuing?

[italblue]

don't stop the flow! amazing job keep going

[wowser1016]

I hope you haven't given up on this story. Stacy has set her kid straight and has herself on the verge of becoming big. Please don't leave us hanging.

[ThomasElliot]

Sorry this has been dormant for a while. I had a lot of this planned out, but the device I was writing on crashed and I lost all of it, and also all motivation to write for a while.

Anyway, back now with the next installment! I hope this doesn't disappoint.

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One month later and Stacy now stood alone in an empty house. She had spent the previous three days scrubbing and cleaning the filth. She had expected more of a fight out of him when she kicked him out of the house, but whatever was left of his confidence had apparently left with the motor cycle accident. The mother and son hadn't spoke from the time of their conversation, until he left. He gave a half hearted "bye" as he and one of his buddies loaded the last of the stuff in said buddy's car. All Stacy could muster was a fake as hell smile and a half hearted wave. Part of her still loved him, as a mother does, but...fuck if he wasn't turning into a massive piece of shit.

She was thankful that a shuffling of her schedule at work made it so she didn't have any clients for three days after James moved out. He hadn't bothered to clean anything, and to say his room and bathroom were gross would be an understatement. He also hadn't bothered taking a lot of his larger furniture, or bothered moving them elsewhere. Maybe he thought she would keep his room like it was, invite him back eventually. He was incorrect, if that was the case.

Stacy spent that first day moving said large pieces of furniture into the basement. It wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. Definitely not as difficult as she remembered moving it all in here. As she stood in front of a mirror to admire her physique at the end of the day, she smirked as she understood why it had all been so easy for her.

The last month, she had thrown herself into her work, and her workouts. She was rarely home, spending all of her time at the gym, damn near. She had also given in to some of her more base desires, and increased her dosage of steroids. Side effects be damned, she had said to herself the first night she had shot up. And the results were remarkable. She had been able to move the chest of drawers with ease, her strong grip and powerful arms making it surprisingly easy to pick up the bulky wooden object. Her thick, diamond hard, vein covered quads and calves made moving down the two flights of stairs an absolute breeze. And the powerful six pack she had built meant that stabilizing the heavy load wasn't an issue in the slightest. She never lost control of it.

"Damn I look good," she said to herself, running a no longer delicate hand down her washboard stomach, the veins on her abs competing to stand out more than the veins on her wider, thicker hand. She felt, and saw, the muscles in her forearm twitch, plain as day to any who would want to see them. She looked like she could walk onto a physique stage and win. She probably could, if she understood posing routines. But the only reason these muscles stood out like they did was because of another treat she had gotten for herself: weekly massages

She remembered from her college studies that massages helped muscles grow faster and healthier. She couldn't remember why, it was several years ago now, but she remembered that it was a proven bit of science, so she had taken it upon herself to get some healing, bulking massages. And she felt fucking great. Obviously her muscles approved too, as she had been able to steadily increase her lifts week after week for quite some time now.

Her body was incredible, and she absolutely loved it. An extra month of juicing and hardcore lifting had made her one of the most sought-after personal trainers in the area. She was booked solid for weeks, after this brief couple of days, and had clients ranging from people who just wanted to get started, to serious body builders who could tell that she knew her shit, and how to get them lean, mean, and competition ready. As she stood there admiring her handiwork, both her body and the cleared space, her stomach growled angrily.

"Shit, what time is it?" She asked, glancing at the clock. It confirmed what she suspected: it had been three and a half hours since she last ate. She had become accustomed to eating every three hours or so, on the dot. Her ever growing body had an incredible calorie demand, and she couldn't meet it by only eating her old-school three meal a day plan. "Fuck, no wonder I'm hungry," she muttered to herself, before heading downstairs.

Her meals had recently consisted mainly of boiled chicken and rice, as well as any boiled greens she wanted. She also had three protein shakes a day, and consumed an entire tub of peanut butter every two days, as well as plenty of pecans, because she really didn't need to go fully lean. She didn't have to take this so seriously...she was lifting for her own personal gains after all, but felt like she wasn't done pushing her body to the absolute limit yet. In fact, ever since she had upped her dosage, she hadn't felt anywhere near her limit! So she was gonna keep pushing as hard as she could. Even with her not really sticking to a "shred" diet, she was still absolutely ripped. Very little body fat. Her period had also stopped, which she was fine with. No more kids after her first...she had tried so hard with him...

She spent most of the rest of the day cleaning the former pig sty of a room, and making it livable again. She took the opportunity, since she was alone, to really live it up, and spend the rest of the day in her workout shorts, and nothing else. Her tits had disappeared, and she loved the sticking figure she hit now when she walked by a mirror. Besides, she would have sweat through a shirt in minutes, so what was the point? She glistened with sweat constantly now, even in the coolest of rooms, fully relaxed. Now, she was drenched in it from a day of manual labor. It was a side effect she wasn't thrilled about, but dealt with.

One side effect that she was decidedly on the fence about was the body hair. She had never been particularly hairy, thanks to her genetics, so it wasn't an abnormal amount. Just...not what she was used to. Everything else was good, the changing body structure, the bigger feet and hands, the broader shoulders, she enjoyed it immensely. She had even grown an inch taller! But the hair was something she was struggling with. It wasn't everywhere, just the usual places. But she was shaving almost twice as often. It was...odd.

Later that evening, kicking around in just her workout shorts, she was two bottles of wine in to a night of drinking and watching porn, a newly acquired hobby. She was about to slide her strong hand down her pants when there was a knock on the door. Without thinking, and quite drunk, she stood to answer the door. "Yes, what is it?!" she barked, a little more aggressively than she normally would have. Her tenor voice carried across the street and echoed back to her, before she realized she was standing, topless, in front of Emma.

Stacy gulped. Emma's eyes roamed over the display of buff flesh in front of her. "Uh..." Stacy stammered.

"Holy shit! You look amazing!" Emma said enthusiastically. "Sorry for stopping by unannounced, I just knew that James was leaving, and I wanted to stop in an see you again," she added, blushing furiously as she spoke, her eyes locked on Stacy's pecs. "Fuck, you're ripped," she muttered, more to herself than anyone else.

Stacy stood, flabbergasted. Her inebriated mind was trying to process what was happening, but her already overactive libido, combined with her intoxication, lowered inhibitions, and just how fucking hot Emma was, completely overrode any rational part of her brain in that moment. "Well come on in, babe! It's been too long!" Stacy said, grabbing Emma and pulling her in for a hug, savoring it for just a bit too long, feeling Emma's soft, stacked body against her own. "Want something to drink?"

Emma really did have an exceptional body. Just 5'4" tall, but blessed with narrow shoulders, an even more trim waist, full G-cup tits, and hips so wide and an ass so thick she was still pear shaped. Stacy, already riled up, was practically salivating. She had noticed that Emma had wasted no time during their hug, running her long, delicate fingers down the ridges and valleys of Stacy's back, feeling her solid traps, and taking in a deep smell of the punjent, but pleasant, scent that Stacy gave off now. Emma didn't even seem to mind the slightly damp shirt she came away with, thanks to Stacy's ever present sweating.

"Uh, yeah! A drink, please. A big one," Emma said, her blush spreading all the way down to the tops of her exposed cleavage. "I gotta say Mrs....can I call you Stacy?" Emma asked. Stacy nodded. "I gotta say, Stacy, you look fucking amazing. Better than most of the guys, and chicks, at my college," she said, never taking her eyes off Stacy's body. Although, guys is more accurate, Emma thought to herself.

Stacy poured Emma a tall glass of wine, grabbed her own glass and filled it full. She held up her glass in a toast, before faltering slightly...before smiling wide at Emma. "To new horizons!" she said happily, before they both drank. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you since you broke up with James. Didn't think you would drop by," Stacy said with a smile, taking her seat on the couch. She had briefly considered putting a shirt on, but didn't see a point. Emma had already seen her upper body, why cover it now?

"Things have been good!" Emma said, taking her seat opposite Stacy on the couch. Emma could almost feel the heat radiating off of Stacy's body. "I've just been going out and living up my early twenties! Well, as much as the budget will allow," she added with a smirk. "Work sucks, but I'm getting paid, and it's not hard, so that's good."

Stacy nodded, and the two continued to chat for a while. Stacy would occasionally refill their glasses, getting some snacks while they were at it. Every time Emma or Stacy got up, they seemed to move closer and closer to the middle of the couch, until their legs were gently touching. A few pleasant touches on the shoulder here, a lingering hand on a leg there, and the two were having quite a bit of drunken fun together.

In a lull in the conversation, well into the fourth bottle of the evening, Stacy and Emma's eyes locked. Stacy could see the thoughts flashing across Emma's face. "What is it?" Stacy asked.

"Just...you're so sexy looking," Emma said, red-faced. "Bigger than James ever was...bigger than any guy I've ever been this close to..." Emma bit her lip, before diving forward, her plush lips colliding with Stacy's thinner ones.

For both women, the moment was euphoric. For Emma, she had been muscle focused since her sexual awakening, and Stacy was just...everything she wanted. Broad shoulders, thick pecs, defined abs, veins in all the right places. For Stacy, it was the first kiss she had had in...she didn't even know how long. And her first kiss with a woman, since they had become her big sexual focus. Fireworks went off in their brains, and as Emma moved in for more, Stacy's tongue shoved into Emma's mouth...before she abruptly pushed the much younger woman away.

Stacy took a few deep, steadying breaths, looking into Emma's confused, pleading eyes. "Emma, we...we can't do this. This isn't right," she said.

Emma looked confused and hurt. "You don't...you don't really mean that do you? You're just saying that because I used to date James!"

Stacy paused before answering. "Yes. Yes I am. But I'm going to stick to it... I think...I think you should go," Stacy said. She was kicking herself on the inside. Every fiber of her body wanted to have its way with the gorgeous woman in front of her, but it felt...weird, somehow, so close to James moving out.

Emma, for her part, only looked mildly frustrated on the outside. On the inside, she was seething. "Ok, I'll go. Bye, Stacy. Until next time," she said, before grabbing her coat and heading out the door. As she shut it behind her, she stopped. "This isn't over..."

[GLKnight]

Glad you came back, dude.

[Sounder9-]

Nice! Its good to see this story back on track. Welcome Back!

[SabinicThigh]

Fair play for coming back after that man, that would end a story for me so I admire your resilience. Love your testosterone charged work, keep it up man

[wowser1016]

Very happy to see you at it again. I was afraid you might have lost interest. You have a really nice story going and Stacy is right on the verge of perfection. She is already hot.

[PleaseForgiveMe]

It's great that you came back. And with a great update as to be expected.