Doubt [FMG, miniGTS, BE, worship, dominance, ascension, male-on-female action]

[MGS-and-M]

Marcus did the math in his head. More than a month, 36 days to be exact. His unanswered message was just above to make the calculation easier.

Below, few words.

<I need to talk to you. In person. Can you meet me now?>

Yes. Not a trace of ceremony, as if they were discussing about the grocery list half an hour ago. So her.

<Hello to you too>

<Hi>

<Are you fine?>

She was not the dramatic type, so he frowned slightly with her next message.

<I'm not sure. Can you please come?>

She then sent a strange address in a remote part of the town.

<Is that where you are?>

<Yes>

<Tell me this is not a scam>

<You were a virgin until I convinced Susan Lindman to help you out>

Marcus blushed.

<How nice of you to remember that>

And there he was, starting the car, feeling silly as he always did when he gave in to other people's requests so easily.

The GPS was pointing forty minutes to the strange address. Gave him some time to think about her.

About Melissa.

It was 2011. He was 14 and just moved to another school. Was a little anxious; Marcus had never been an extroverted kid, or adult later on. On the first day of that school year, he searched the classroom and sit on what seemed to him the least conspicuous chair.

The class had already started when a tiny girl, with a suspicious look on her face, opened the classroom door. Despite the immediate and obvious conclusion that she was the smallest student there, other thing caught his attention: a box of medicine that she was hugging with both arms, pressing it against her flat chest.

She sat next to him. He noticed that he was dumbly staring at her when she casted an annoyed look at him. Marcus gulped, gazed away, but saw with the corner of the eye her opening the box and grabbing a fair amount of pills. He was again looking at her when she put them in her mouth and swallowed them at once, without the slightest difficulty.

"You're... Uh... Good at it"

She turned to him intrigued.

"What?"

"I can't swallow pills. Even with water"

They kept looking awkwardly at each other. Marcus opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment.

"A-Are you new here?"

"Yes"

"Me too"

Another awkward silence.

"We could stick together during break. Maybe you can... Teach me how to swallow pills"

She stared expressionless at him for a few seconds.

"Sure"

And with this awkward conversation, their friendship was born.

First, it was just at school; most of the time they were together, the outcasts of the class. Melissa was not a talkative person, quite the opposite, but she had a cute, discreet way of showing that she was interested in what he was saying, if she wanted company or just needed to be left alone for a while.

Soon he realized that the box of medicine was her loyal companion. Every two hours, she would stop whatever she was doing and gulp down a combo of pills. She was so good at taking them because, well, she had to.

A short time later, he was hanging out at her house. It was safer; with her mother around, it was harder for her to forget to take her pills. Marcus could see that her situation, or treatment, or whatever, was being dealt with for a long time and was under control, but there was always an aura of extra protection around her. That, however, did not prove to be an obstacle to his acceptance by her family; Marcus had a kind of silly, harmless face that made it clear to her parents that nothing bad would happen to their daughter if they were left alone.

One day, having become more intimate with her, he gathered up some courage and asked the unescapable question.

"Why do you have to take all those pills?"

She turned her face away.

"I have a congenital problem. A serious one. If I don't take them, I get really sick"

He didn't feel comfortable to ask for more details. It was then that he had a real glimpse of how hard this whole thing should be. Although she was able to hide it most of the time, her frequent fatigued expression was clearly telling that whatever that was, it was quite a burden. He felt stupid for not realizing it earlier.

Needless to say that her condition made her become the easiest joke among the students. She would often show her middle finger with no fear of retaliation at all. Who would try anything against her? A simple slap would probably send her to the infirmary.

Hanging constantly out with her made Marcus overlook it most of the time, but every now and then he stopped and realized how small Melissa was. He was 1.72m [5 feet 8], not on the tall guy's team, but every two of his steps, she had to give three to keep the pace.

While the other girls' development followed their natural course, some more noticeable, some less, Melissa didn't change at all, as if her physique had halted in time. By the year she reached 18, she was still 1.45m [4 feet 9], as petite and flat as when they first met.

Her miniscule stature invariably drew most of the attention, but Marcus would always make a point of reminding her that she was a beautiful girl. She was naturally delicate, her inky black hair contrasting with her pale skin, but she had firm and impetuous attitudes that often surprised him, defending some unknown person that needed aid, almost getting them into trouble, a tiny girl facing with her head held high a world much bigger than her. He cried with laughter inside when her adventurous spirit was hindered by a high shelf, and loved how her big light-brown eyes glowed when she was having a legit and not very often moment of joy. He called them fairy eyes.

She would open a sad smile, one that acknowledged his kind act but knew it was out of pity, but he liked to see it nonetheless.

He sighted. The memory she brought back with her "Melissa confirmed" message was kind of harsh to him; not so much because of the virginity issue, but because at the time he had a crush on her. There was a vivid, lively girl behind that mountain of pills, who managed to be righteous and independent despite all the odds against her, and that fascinated him.

When both went to college, he tried one or two approaches in his clumsy way, but she never showed any romantic interest in him, whether consciously or unconsciously. With time and some pain, he learned to cast it aside and accept his friendzoned position.

More than that, Marcus watched her behavior changing little by little.

Her audacity was turning into a minor rebelliousness. Tired of the pills controlling her daily schedule, she dropped out the box, bought a small case that fit two rations and began to accept all party invitations that came her way; she was willing to take the risk to experience every crazy stuff that college life could offer. She turned out to be an outgoing, wild girl when she was drunk, kissing cheerleaders and kicking jock's shins when they asked what a kid was doing up so late.

Even without any curves to show, she started to use more revealing clothes; there was an exotic beauty that came from her thin legs, exposed shoulder and slender belly covered by her milky skin, that would become more tempting when she was provoking someone with her big, daring eyes. If a fella interested her, she'd go and get her way with him, few words, no frills.

A lucky fella in the eyes of Marcus.

He would go to some of the parties, mostly to watch over her, or just because she insisted. And off he went, even though he knew that in a few hours he would be alone while she would be having fun with some guy, or girl, or both. When her time was up, in many occasions he brought her home, sometimes carrying her, feeling that the night had been too intense for her fragile body.

That enlightened his memory about the last time he had seen her.

It was at a frat party he wasn't used to go. He hasn't seen Melissa for more than a week, nothing particularly abnormal; sometimes she would disappear for a while. He wasn't much in the mood, but some other friends convinced him to go. The place was crammed with people and, after the fourth beer, he was feeling dizzy. When he got out of the house and into the yard to get some air, he saw her.

It was a strange sight, for the simple fact that he could see her despite the crowd in the way. For her to be shoulder to shoulder with the others like she was, she was probably on top of a rock, small bench or something, but there was nothing on the yard besides doped people, used red cups and cigarette butts.

Her style was also weird. The weather was fine, but she was wearing a black sweater with the hood hiding partially her face. Almost every cold clothing would be too large for her, but that sweater was really baggy, more than three times her size.

He distinguished her eyes widening when she noticed him. And she ran away.

And he frowned as he saw her moving away at the same height, until she vanished into the darkness of the street. He spent the rest of the night trying to figure out how the hell she was able to run so fast with such high platforms.

Sent a message to her, she didn't answer. She wasn't attempting classes, quit going to parties, didn't go back to her house. Marcus was a little worried, like he would always get about her disappearances, but he didn't want to push it. She stood radio silent, until that day.

Maybe she was ashamed of her late behavior. For most students at the college, she was the petite, all-in freshman that would try every drug and bang anyone available, but at her room, alone with her, Marcus would find the same quiet, righteous and cute girl she had ever been.

Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the turn into the street where the GPS was indicating she was.

His trip ended on a cheap motel, those with no name and a wrecked van abandoned at the parking lot. He got off the car, climbed a rusty staircase that creaked with every step. Found her room. Knocked.

Her familiar girlish voice came from inside.

"Mark?"

"Yeah, it's me"

"It's opened"

He entered. It was a fairly large suite with a worn queen-size bed and a tube television. At the opposite wall, there was a large sofa. Melissa was lying on it.

The same oddity he felt at the encounter with her in the frat yard struck him again. There was a blanket that was covering all the three seats and herself, except for her head. The blanket was so thick that he couldn't distinguish her silhouette, but, more than that, it left an unsettling impression that she hid some stuff under it; just below her chin, he could trace a volume on her chest, and some more volume at the opposite end, where her tiny legs obviously couldn't reach.

Her face, however, was of the same Melissa.

"Sorry"

He sighted.

"Should I?"

"You're a nice guy"

Nice guy. Fucking nice guy. Does she really have to use these words?

"You're a nice girl too. A Carmen Sandiego nice girl"

She giggled. Her smile was lovely. But it quickly faded.

"I want to ask you a very important favor"

Her big light-brown eyes were staring at him.

"Ok. Go on"

"I need you to convince me"

"Convince? Convince you of what?"

"Of not doing something that will screw up my life permanently"

As he tried to make any sense of her obscure phrase, he perceived something odd at the corner of his eye. He immediately jumped back.

There were two men, dressed in black suits, lying on the floor next to the bed like two ragdolls.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"

She kept looking at him with her usual expressionlessness. Blinked a few times.

"Why the fuck are there two dead guys in your room!?"

"They're not dead. They're just unconscious"

Marcus looked back to them. They were hefty, several inches taller than him.

"Who are they?"

"Probably agents from the company responsible for my treatment"

"ZCorp?"

"Yeah"

"And who did this to them?"

Her cute face was a little embarrassed.

"I did"

The whole out-of-place situation was getting on Marcus. He started to feel a slight apprehension surging on his chest.

"Mel, don't get me wrong, but this is kinda hard to believe"

"I know. That's why I asked you to come"

She made a brief pause, as if bringing up something memorized.

"I always wondered if any other company could treat me besides them. At first, I tried to go to drug stores and ask if they have those pills for sale. None of them could even say what those pills were"

"As far as I know, they were made specifically for you, right?"

"Yes. It was a dumb initial move, but that made me wanna know what those pills were even more. Those smiley doctors from ZCorp acted always the same. 'You condition frails your nerve system and affects your musculature as well' or some vague shit like that, and the pills were there to prevent it. My parents got my medical record and went for second opinions with other labs, but my treatment was ridiculously expensive, and ZCorp was giving it for free, part of a humanitarian bullshit those big corps love to advertise"

"Your treatment was expensive? Wouldn't be is expensive?"

The words had barely come out of his mouth when he realized, unable to disguise his shock.

"Wait a second. Did you...?"

"The labs could analyze the pills, but didn't agree to do so. Ethical, compliance issues. So I had to call on Grace"

"Who's Grace?"

"Pharmaceutics. From Zeta Pi Delta"

"Doesn't ring a bell"

"She was the killing flamingo you tried to hit on at the White Mansion costume party"

"Oh"

"She knows some weird chem junkies that even I don't want to hang out, like real life Breaking Bad. Anyway, I asked her if they could check the pills out. Three days later, she said that one of them wanted to meet me personally. I didn't like the idea, but I told her we could talk at her place it was okay with her. He smelled like cheap laboratory, but was fairly sober when we met. 'You have some serious shit going on inside you, huh?'. That's how he started the conversation, then went on. The pills are a combination of drugs manufactured to suppress the effects of a very specific chemical called Fanilacyn. I was like 'WTF is this?', even Grace never heard of it. 'This shit was used on dying farm animals', he said, 'to wither them away, so that it would be easier to get rid of the carcasses. Nasty stuff, got banned. And you have that on you, like, naturally? Damn, you're like X-Men gone wrong'"

She closed her eyes in a long, frustrated blink.

"I finally knew what it was, but I was feeling like shit... I didn't know if it was better to know it or not. When he was gone, me and Grace stood in silence for a moment. I could see that she was mulling over the whole thing. Then she asked 'Is there any other stuff you take besides the pills?'. It was like a lamp switching on in my head all of a sudden. Yes, there was"

"You've never told me that"

"It was an injection. I took it once every four months" – And she took on a cynical tone – "Part of the treatment" – She went back to her normal, delicate voice – "She asked details about it, I didn't know much. It hurt like hell and it was injected at my back. I took off my shirt and showed her"

"I thought it was a birthmark..."

"I thought, I don't know, that the skin got fucked up from being pierced in the same place so much. Point is, she found the scar really, really odd. 'I'm not a specialist, but this looks like a surgery scar', and didn't give me time to think, just called a doctor friend of her to come by pronto. Yep, definitely a surgery scar"

Melissa moved slightly to adjust herself on the sofa. Marcus couldn't help but notice with an inevitable uneasiness that everything she was hiding under the heavy blanket moved along with her.

"Grace convinced her to sneak us into the university hospital that midnight. To the x-ray room, to take a shot of my back. They observed the plate with not so good faces, then showed me" – She swallowed with a disgusted expression – "There was a thing... A device, attached to my spine, at the exact height of the scar. And it had a silicon spot for needles to enter. I knew what they were thinking. I just said 'do it'. Grace gave me some pain killers, her friend brought the injection and... Sucked up what was inside it. We already knew what it was, but we send the vial to Grace's junkie friend to be 100% sure. He confirmed. Fanilacyn"

Marcus kept staring at her. That was deep, deep enough to make her talk more than she usually talk in a month. A mixture of sadness and indignation was making her cute face look soberer than ever, and even so...

She's looking the same, but she seems... Prettier. Why am I getting this impression? Damn, stop thinking about that now.

She continued.

"All sorts of disturbing shit crossed my mind. Lab rat, guinea pig. They were using me... Poisoning my body with that crap all those years. Grace was mad as well. 'This fucked up your development. You could be taller, have boobs, ass, curves'"

Her breathing suddenly got labored, like trying to keep an emotion under control.

"'You could be... Bigger...'"

Her eyebrows arched, her gaze pointing to nowhere when she let go a small groan, trembling slightly. Marcus frowned visibly. He could swear that the volume under the blanket had increased. She took a few seconds to collect herself, her breathing slowly coming back to normal.

"I... Was dead certain: I was going to get that piece of trash out of myself. Thank god we're in college, so it was easier to find a way, and to hide it"

"Don't tell me your parents doesn't know about this. Have you gone nuts!?"

"I didn't have time to tell them. Since I became aware of it, there's this horrible feeling in my head... I could feel that thing crawling, entangling on my spine... I can't explain, I know it's crazy, but I simply had to take it off as soon as possible"

"You could have told me, Mel. I would help you"

"I'm sorry. Things went on really fast. Grace and her friend got two more guys involved, an anesthetist and another medic, trusty or so she said, and we invaded again the college hospital at midnight"

"Jesus Christ..."

"The surgery was not complicated. Well, it's already done anyway. When I woke up, they showed me"

She carefully moved herself under the blanket, so it would stand as still as possible, until her hand appeared, holding a weird metal object. She tossed it on the floor, near Marcus. One could mistake it for a small torture device, a cylindrical container with filaments and needles.

"Here it is"

Marcus glanced down at it. It was hideous to look, showing dry stains of blood.

"I felt as if an Alien had been ripped out of me. I was so exhausted by everything that had happened the last days that I felt in a deep sleep, woke up more than eight hours later. There was the surgery pain, of course, but that was it. That was it! No dreadful sensation, no weakness, without taking a single pill. They were afraid of my recovery, I had to get out of the hospital after all, but it went surprisingly well. Four days later I was walking, like, normally"

She opened a subtle, lovely smile. "I remember opening my bedroom window, feeling a soft breeze. I was free" – Her eyes watered – "I would finally have a normal life"

Marcus let go a small grin. He felt warm as his old crush for her inevitably came to surface.

"Mel, that's... Amazing"

They were staring at each other, like so many awkward occasions before, but this time was different. There was an intense glow on her eyes, something vivid, vibrant. He found himself fighting to hold his feelings inside.

She suddenly turned her gaze away. Her eyes quickly dried out.

"But then... Something started to happen"

She paused for a moment. Took a couple of deep breaths.

"The first time, it was a very strong shiver. I thought it was some late issue of the operation. It lasted a few seconds, I didn't worry about it. I was feeling better than ever. A few days later, it showed up again. My body tensed up as if I'd been shocked. The third... Spurt... I've never had one, but it was like a convulsion, but under control. It was painful but didn't leave any bad side effect. Quite the opposite"

Her voice was becoming more mysterious, a strange threatening aura hanging in her words. Marcus instinctively checked the two guys again. Both cold still.

"These episodes kept repeating, but it was not only shivers anymore. Something else started happening to me, something unimaginable. That's when I realized the truth" – Her breathing was getting labored again. Her chest was pushing whatever that was in front of her, moving the blanket back and forth – "ZCorp was not testing on me. They were... Restraining me... Ughhh..."

Her girlish voice sent out another groan as she started to tremble again, stronger than the last time. Her face writhed with pain, but it wasn't only pain; just like at the very beginning of a sexual act, her half-closed eyes and mouth slightly agape were giving away subtle signs of... pleasure.

As much as he was forcing himself to believe that he was delusional, Marcus couldn't run away from what he was seeing; the blanket raised as the volume under it clearly increased.

He found himself almost afraid to ask.

"Mel, what's going on?"

"I don't know"

"Why are you... Hiding someone there?"

She stared at him with her familiar expressionlessness, her big eyes blinking.

Her fingers appeared on the opposite sides of the blanket, grabbed the edges. Then, still showing nothing besides her head, she stood up.

For Marcus, it was all in slow motion. Like a scene from another dimension, she rose, and rose, her eyes first leveling with his, then continuing, higher and higher, until she stood more than a head taller than him. His first instinctive reaction was to look down. To his complete bewilderment, he found her delicate feet set firm on the floor, as the blanket was too short to cover them. He glanced to the sofa. It was now empty.

"Don't worry. There's no one behind it"

And dropped the blanket.

"Except myself"

His jaw dropped as fast as the blanket. She was not lying; it was only her, but where should be her minuscule, fragile frame was a sight that could not be described in any other way than otherworldly. The fallen improvised curtain revealed an immense, muscled body that a heavy bodybuilder would need two lifespans to achieve. Her scrawny upper portion gave place to a large, broad set of pectorals and shoulders, with solid traps adorning her slender neck. Her arms, once thinner than soda cans, were now as thick as fire extinguishers, supporting round, bulging biceps and protruding triceps. Sustaining that stronghold above her head, her legs were like two pillars of rigid mass, thicker but also longer, the sum of her new features boosting her height to an incredible 2.03m [6 feet 8]. Every muscle seemed alive, dense, with light blue and green veins networking all over her pale skin.

And to top her prodigious figure, she was displaying marvelous feminine curves. The volume on her chest that intrigued Marcus on the sofa were her boobs, two volleyball-sized soft globes barely contained by a red top. In their shadow, her thin waist was at full view, covered by a well outlined 6-pack, leading to sexy, pronounced hips enveloped tightly by a small pair of shorts.

They stood in silence, until Marcus was finally able to stammer out.

"H-how... Is t-that possible?"

"I don't know"

"This is... Bizarre"

"Yeah..."

He raised his eyebrows – "Oh, Mel, sorry. I didn't mean that. It's just..."

"Don't be. They kept coming, and still are. When I've got a glimpse on how the spurts work and how I could hold them, it was too late. My dream of a normal life went down the hole in less than a month" – She looked down, embarrassed – "I went from a little freak to a big freak"

"Don't say that"

"That's the truth, Mark. I can't barely move without bumping into something. If I get bigger, I won't be able to use showers, find clothes, get into cars. My life as a regular human being will be even more ruined than it already is" – And looked back to him – "That's why I called you. To help me"

"Help you how?"

"To keep my head on straight"

Marcus tensed his lips. It was not easy to concentrate with the new version of her friend standing there, towering a foot above him.

"Ok, let's calm down. You're rushing into this. As you said yourself, things happened fast these last weeks. You, uh, have a new condition all right, but there's new stuff you can do now"

"New stuff? How will I do anything? People will look at me like I'm a circus attraction"

"C'mon, Mel, I know you. I can tell you don't believe that"

"I... Need to believe. Otherwise..."

"Well, you can take the medicine again. Maybe they will..."

Her face suddenly twisted into a mix of reproach and anger.

"I'll never, ever take those fucking pills again... Urrrrr..."

As the sound of her grunt faded inside the suite, her veins began to pop.

"Oh god..."

She shut her eyes tight as her whole body, like a heavy machine turning on, began to tremble. She tried not to groan again, to hold it inside, but, when it burst out of her mouth, the veins dilated more and her muscles began to expand, swelling little by little, until the tremble ceased.

Marcus almost blanked out. She had grown, right in front of his eyes. She was taller, bigger, her formidable figure now 2.08m [6 feet 10], even more massive than before.

She slowly opened her eyes. Checked herself, gazed at her enormous arms, the veins deflating but maintaining a visible protuberance. Her cute face couldn't hide a hint of guilt.

"Dammit"

Marcus was unable to speak.

"I had promised myself I wouldn't react like that anymore"

He was hearing her as if the sound of her voice was in the background. His eyes, however, were fully aware. As he paid more attention to her body, as he scouted the details of her chiseled muscles, he could feel a strange interest blossoming inside himself.

He came back to his senses.

"You, you just said..."

"What?"

"You said you understood how to hold them"

"Yes. But it's not easy"

"Go on then" – said Marcus, bringing up an unexpected spark of toughness, as he concluded – "You haven't told everything"

Melissa took a few seconds to find the right words.

"They're like waves. Any kind of strong emotion can trigger them. When they break out, I feel them building up inside me, sometimes slower, sometimes faster. In the beginning they looked similar to each other, but no... They are getting more frequent, more intense..."

Her white cheeks got adorably red.

"I... When they come... It feels good"

Marcus gulped, felt a heat on his stomach. He had never stood before such an impressive sight like Melissa's new self. Her muscles were so dense, so ripped, and the contrast with her slender hands, her charming feet and the gracious traces of her face were starting to exert a subtle but unavoidable attraction on him.

A small shiver from her brought him back from his trance. He halted, thought it was another spurt, but a deep breath kept her cool. She continued, her voice lowering down, almost a whisper.

"They mess with my head. Give me ideas, wrong ideas..." – Another shiver shook her immense body – "This thought keeps coming to my head. I try to push it away, but it's getting harder to avoid it" – Her breathing came out ragged – "This urge to rub on those bullies' faces who's the big one. To make them pay for all the jokes they've made about me... Urrrrr..."

Her body began to tremble again. An uncontained moan came next, quivering in excitement. Marcus' libido was awakened as if by a thunderclap. With his eyes wide open, he watched in awe Melissa giving up again, surrendering to another spurt that began to fill her muscles with even more mass, a dense, frightening sound of flowing coming from her body as chest expanded, her traps elevated, her abs stiffened, her black, long hair spread on her snowy skin, cascading on the carves of her broad back that kept deepening, inking the surface of her swelling shoulders.

A rip came from her top. As if the mass from her enlarging pecs wasn't enough, her boobs were ballooning, leaking round, soft flesh out of the cleavage and all other gaps, the nipples visibly hard under the overworked fabric. She purred, so low, so utterly sensuous, trying to keep the composure, which only made the scene even more alluring. After a minute of the breathtaking spectacle, the trembling slowly ceased and she settled down, standing at 2.16m [7 feet 1], a statuesque, magnificent hourglass amazon.

Marcus hid it, but he was struggling to keep his breathing steady. Her muscles, they were not only huge. They were not only pumped. They were pulsating, as if they're being fueled with pure life essence. What was just astonishment was giving place to a strong excitement; his dick started to get hard inside his pants.

Melissa was expressionless again, her cute face flawless, shimmering with grace, her massive chest in an intimidating back and forth movement as the air came in and out.

"My chances of having an ordinary life are over"

However, there was nothing desperate or fatalistic tinging the phrase. It sounded merely like an acknowledgement. There was a raw force surrounding her, feminine, primordial, scary. She had become unimaginably wonderful and menacing at the same time, the kind of deceptive and dangerous temptation that could easily swallow one whole. As his cock kept engorging despite his efforts to stay chill, Marcus wasn't seeing himself tough enough to resist it.

"So it seems, Mel"

She was looking to nowhere, like she usually did when she was lost on her thoughts.

"But... Why should I have an ordinary life? If that's what nature wants me to be, why shouldn't I embrace it?"

There was a battle going on inside her mind. And Marcus could perceive, feeling a mixture of fear and excitement, that her rational side was slowly succumbing, and a frightening desire was beginning to prevail.

"Why should I adapt to the rest, and not the other way?"

Her voice was getting firmer, more confident, more imposing.

"Why should I follow the rules if there's simply nothing anyone can do to stop me if I don't?"

She adjusted her posture, raising her chest, and she seemed even bigger and taller. The slightest of her movements were carrying a glaring hint of superiority.

"My body is eager to grow more... And I don't think I can control myself for much longer"

Marcus looked up, deep into her light-brown eyes. He was shaking with what he was about to say.

"I... I don't think you should"

She kept staring at him. Marcus could read in her eyes that she was enjoying looking down on him, a lot. And he, gazing up to admire her commanding presence, was aroused like he had never been before, his cock aching with the intensity of his hard-on.

"You're more beautiful than ever"

He swallowed hard.

"Beautiful and sexy..."

"What else?"

"And... Powerful"

She closed her eyes, savoring the word.

"What else?"

"Your muscles are so big, so dominant. And they're still growing..."

He felt as if he fell under a spell, the words escaping his mouth, out of his control.

"I'm like an ant next to you"

"Say more"

"It makes me want to praise you. To worship you"

She opened her eyes. They were burning with lust.

"Come closer"

He promptly obeyed, approaching to an arm's distance of her. He could feel the heat of her hot, bulging muscles.

"Kneel to me"

Like a puppet, he kneeled, feeling even smaller, completely at her mercy.

"Touch my thighs"

Trembling with anticipation, Marcus slowly stretched his arm until his hand made contact with her enormous leg. It felt like steel covered by a warm, velvety silk, the distended veins like solid bumps under it.

"It's so hard, and so soft..."

"Kiss them"

When his mouth reached her quads, he felt with pure thrill the early vibrations of a new spurt. Intoxicated by it, he kissed and licked the mountain of rock-hard flesh passionately, inviting the new surge of power to hatch inside her. She cooed with delight.

"Squeeze them. Squeeze them with all your might"

He grabbed the sides of one of her massive thighs and pushed it, trying to sink his fingers on the rigid muscle mass. It didn't budge. He tried again, putting as much pressure as he could, his arms burning with the effort. Not only it didn't go inwards, but the veins, pumping thicker as the spurt was approaching, pushed his hands back.

Overwhelmed by desire, Melissa's words barely came out, almost moans, but packing an alluring dominating tone.

"Your weak hands pressing against my huge thigh are making me so horny..."

"Yes, my insignificant strength is like nothing compared to yours"

"Yesssss... Nothing..."

She grunted, her delicate voice brimmed with lust, and, as reacting to her unleashed will, her quads erupted, trembling as their mass began to increase monstrously under Marcus' hands. The sensation of the expanding muscles and the boiling blood running frantically inside her pulsating veins were too much for him; he came hard, his cock jerking inside his pants without being given a single stroke.

The surge caused a chain reaction that blasted through her body. Her eyes widened as her muscles started to grow like never before. She moaned wildly, feeling the utter arousal of being unable to curb them anymore.

Another groan, and a sudden massive swell of her chest burst her top, freeing her voluptuous breasts that, with no more restrictions, inflated until Marcus couldn't see her face from his lower angle anymore. The two lustful globes kept enlarging, round and steady in the air, totally in charge of their own sheer size.

She tensed involuntarily, the instinctive reaction she had before when attempting to tame her muscles, but this time it only made them grow faster. Her power, caged for so long, rushed hungrily to the surface, expanding her body at an alarming rate, giving her a pleasure so exhilarating that was simply impossible to resist. Her traps emerged, wrapping the back of her neck, her abs stiffened, deepening the carves of her 6-pack, her biceps swelled, bigger than bowling balls, pressing against her monstrous pecs. The thighs didn't stop, their tremendous mass ripping her shorts, turning it into panties. The sensation of her muscles growing, stretching her sensitive skin to accommodate the increasing dense mass, was driving her crazy, each new moan more feminine, more fervent.

The spurt ceased, but her body was still trembling, craving for more.

Marcus crawled back when Melissa moved her whopping arm. Shredding what was left of her shorts like it was a dry leaf, she left him facing a dream coming true; she was completely naked, her beautiful pussy at full view, the delicate pink labia dripping her sweet nectar.

There were no signs of the hesitant Melissa anymore. She wanted more. Her imposing gaze was almost delirious, more menacing and alluring than ever before.

"Please me"

His cock instantly became hard again.

"Mel" – he stuttered, almost apologizing – "I can't..."

The situation was surreal; towering at 2.38m [7 feet 10], she had become so humungous that he couldn't reach her sex on his knees.

"You can rise, just enough to reach me" – and her commanding tone sent shivers down his spine – "Don't you dare stand"

Getting closer, unable to resist, he touched her abs. It was like a brick wall, his fingers almost fitting in the valleys of the 6-pack. His hand then slid slowly to the surroundings of her privates. The sweet scent of her love juices was inebriating.

He stopped. A film flashed in his mind, the many times he jacked off imagining tasting her, a moment he longed so much now coming to reality, but in an unimaginable way, a thousand times better. As tenderly as he could, he rubbed the tip of his tongue on her swollen clit.

She immediately convulsed, almost crushing him between her thighs, every nerve tension of her body hit by a shockwave of pleasure. Clutching his hair, she pressed Marcus' head against her crotch, almost suffocating him.

"Faster!"

He picked up the pace, licking and sucking her pussy frenetically. She opened her mouth in a silent scream, her chest arching back majestically as she grasped every drop of ecstasy that was coursing through her veins, feeling a spectacular orgasm approaching.

"Worship my powerful body! Make me bigger!!"

Lost in a myriad of thrill and pleasure, squeezed between her bulging quads, Marcus ate her pussy like his life depended on it, her nectar sweeter and sweeter with every spasm of her luscious curves.

It was subtle, but an extra pressure warned him that moment had arrived, just before her brief, ragged words confirmed.

"I'm... I'm..."

She felt her conscious blinding for a millisecond, as if the very essence of power was merging with her synapses.

And, like a tiny spark that ignites the most furious of flames, her climax breached the last threshold.

Her body shook like an earthquake as she began to grow rampantly, the inconceivable pleasure threatening to tear her brain apart. In a blink, she rose to 2.50m [8 feet 2] and kept growing, 2.60m [8 feet 6], 2.70m [8 feet 10], 2.80m [9 feet 2], roaring lustfully as her muscles were expanding to gigantic proportions, her cries of pleasure trembling the entire motel, melting Marcus' senses and sending him over the edge again.

Reaching 3.00m [9 feet 10], her head touched the ceiling. The confinement seemed to make her muscles even greedier, and an even stronger burst of power made her blast through the roof. Marcus stepped back as part of it came down, watching in absolute awe her monumental body blooming to the outside, too big to fit in a regular room.

Like a wild dream, she saw in her mind the pills, the Fanilacyn, all the years of mockery and, fueled by those bad memories, she began to grow even faster, the plethora of solid flesh filling more and more her gargantuan muscles. With her eyes glowing madly, the rage and lust building up, she shouted with all the might in her lungs.

"Who... Is the LITTLE GIRL NOW!!!?"

And with a thunderous groan that echoed through the whole neighborhood, the remaining power of her spurt was released at once in one last explosion of growth. Her pussy squirted, hit by a torrent of multiple orgasms as her tremendous body shuddered violently.

Marcus was petrified. He knew he was in danger, but he was hypnotized by what Melissa had become. Towering at 3.92m [12 feet 10], she was the manifestation of perfection, her beauty and power far beyond anything imaginable.

She broke the silence, her voice now sounding like a celestial call.

"Stay there"

With a casual movement, she teared a bigger hole in the roof to make more space for her, her colossal arms crossing and crumbling the concrete and wood like they were smoke.

When the collapse ended, Marcus was mesmerized. The light of that afternoon was shining on her as if she was attracting their rays, outlining every nuance of her angelical beauty and her titanic muscles. He could imagine that supreme body forged on the very sun that was caressing her pale skin. He timidly climbed the small pile of debris. Although higher, his head was at her navel level.

"What an honor"

She smirked playfully.

"Honor of what?"

"To be the first mortal to stand before a goddess"

She bent her majestic frame, just enough to grab his waist, and lifted him with one hand like he was a plume. Bringing him closer, she invariably pressed him against her humungous boobs. He had never felt anything so deliciously soft and firm at the same time. When the gap between their mouths was gone, they kissed passionately.

Their lips then separated. Opening their eyes, they stared at each other, not awkwardly anymore.

"Thanks, my little Mark. That's exactly what I needed"

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Intriguing premise!

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