*POLL* Muscle Comes With Age/Age Matters Not Mash-up [Amnoartist]

[Amnoartist]

Over the last couple of weeks I'd written a couple of stories called Muscle Comes With Age and Age Matters Not. Thought I'd share them for you in preparation for my off-topic new series called The Home. Hope you enjoy, and let me know what you think of them.

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Muscle Comes With Age
In Celebration
Written and edited by Amnoartist

Peggy grinned whilst she looked at the newspaper headline, her feet-thick traps bulging obscenely with the simplistic motion. It had been a long time coming, what the newspaper's printed. It wasn't news everyone was going to like, but it was news regardless. Her thick nipples turned erect almost instantly at the thought. "Oh, this fine news." Her pregnant stomach churned in unison with her pleasantness.

Government seeks to approve incest relationship law. The headline was hard to miss, that's for sure, printed in thick black ink and emblazoned in the largest font size the newspaper could allow. This was history in the making, as far as Peggy was concerned, not to mention Tim.

Peggy was practically squirting at the exiting times ahead. No longer would she and Tim have to do what they did without worry of others finding out and shunning the idea. Of course, people still would do that, but Peggy and Tim knew they wouldn't be detained for the act.

Peggy squirted, her love juice seeping from her insides and ran down the hilariously large thickness of her inner thighs before pooling at the floor. She crossed her legs while biting her lips, flushed with arousal.

After a moment the monolithic great-grandmother looked around, both feet squarely in the pool of cum, her nipples throbbing. "Oh, Tiiiiimm!"

He emerged from the kitchen and smiled. "Yes, love?"

Peggy grunted, as if defecating, then let loose an aroused "Ahhhh" as she proceeded to swell with size, audibly adding muscle and power, the floor cracking under her feet as another "Ahhhh" was released, a slosh of cum blasting from her clit to the floor. Peggy motioned for Tim to come over with a finger, then pointed to the wideningool of cum on the floor.

"Crawl on top of it and suck me dry, my little soldier," she said. Her muscles expanded from her continued development.

Tim knew it was best to do as his mistress, his queen, his goddess told him. No that he wouldn't want to do it. He dropped to his knees and started crawling, the sound of his greatgrandmother's freakish growth permeating the air, audibly squirming with growth.

Peggy laughed as she picked Tim up, her massive, naked form expanding with growth. "With the new law passed, we can fuck as much as we want, babe." She placed his legs on her shoulders and started blowing him, quickly, fiercely, her sweat-matted hair swept over her engorged, yards-wide traps.

Tim tried to laugh in celebration, but Peggy's ferocious blowjob prevented him from doing so, instead making the young man wince slightly as her lathered his shaft, sucking on it as it was the last lollipop to ever existence, fondling his balls with her free hand, grasping his waist to pull him in down, closer to her massive, round tits. This, in turn, compelled him to start sucking on them, arousing the behemoth woman even more!

"That's it, sonny! Show me a good time while I do the same to you!" She started sucking even faster, as if such a thing could be done. And it could. Tim resisted all he could, tensing his cock for a brief moment, before Peggy thrust him closer, releasing his tension so she could go back to the good stuff, blowing while somehow able to smile.

Tim choked as Peggy then lactated, her breast milk, funneling down his throat, filling his stomach up at such a pace, it ended up like a barrel; round and wide! And it just kept funneling then, while she kept sucking, then edging, then sucking again.

Tim eventually released, filling Peggy's mouth with his cum, filling her stomach like his with her milk, though only faster. Eventually the cum did its work on Peggy and she started growing again, her impossibly wide stomach pressed against Tim's knees, rubbing them, while it continued to expand like a balloon. What followed was a small instance of growth as Peggy's abs transformed from a six-pack to an even more impressive eight-pack, then ten.

And Tim... just kept cumming, and cumming, until eventually his love juice reached the roof of Peggy's lips, a sign of being overfilled, trickling down her chin, neck and massive breasts before dripping down her areola. It was an incredible sight. A little freaky, but incredible.

Peggy released Tim, who dropped to the floor with a flop before gazing upward at her mouth, creamed with his juice; white and thick. She pooled a small gathering of it with her thumb and licked it before shuddering. "Ten out of ten, darling."

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Peggy moaned as her daughter Christine proceeded to finger her, the thick pooling of her love juice sticking to her fingers like honey.
"That's the ticket, honey. That's your mummy's sweet spot." She sighed with gratification, her fingers edging towards her bulging, sticky clit.

Christine dove in to lick Peggy, the great-grandmother's clit bulging with growth as it edged in closer to her lips.

Peggy reached for the bottle of honey and poured it sensually over her breasts, making sure some of it glided down her stomach to her swelling, literally growing cunt. "Make sure you get every drop, you hear?"

Christine nodded eagerly, reaching up to lather the honey into her mother's cartoonishly, hopelessly oversized chest, before proceeding to lick it just like she did her clit, gliding her tongue down her pecs vertically.

Christine's tongue jerked upward as Peggy's stomach swelled, her fetus' undergoing a brief period of growth.

Peggy's clit clamped down on Christine's leg, pulling her in to engage in a passionate make-out session, the daughter gripping the mother's traps for comparison with her own. They were like nothing from this earth!

"That's how it's done, darling," she announced.

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Age Matters Not
Written and edited by Amnoartist

Detective Parks grunted as he shifted in his seat, his fat gut pressing shamelessly against the desk. Was a ninety-two year-old woman really an award-winning bodybuilder of two years? He sweated at the thought, comparing himself with woman he hadn't yet come face-to-face with. There Parks sat, the 50-something year-old, honestly useless police detective, living a shameless life of abhorrence, his gut hanging slightly from his shirt, while a pensioner was out there, somewhere, cranking steel, building herself up for seemingly no reason.

He observed Dolores' report thoroughly, his coffee dripping from the rim of the cup, pushing his glasses up. "Let's see here." Parks turned the page over. While the report itself was wafer-thin, its details were far from boring: decades-long incestuous relationship with son of 50 years. Often trains with her mother of 110 years, Ellen Ward.

Parks blinked. Dolores' mother was still alive? That couldn't have been right. It was crazy enough that Dolores herself was still sprightly, a bodybuilder and all, and now this?

He hadn't read the craziest part yet, though.

Ellen is also registered as a bodybuilder of one week.

Parks placed the report on his desk gently, shaking with disbelief. He desperately needed a fag after reading that, reaching into his pocket to grab one, but he was out. "Damn it to hell."

Simply put, he refused to believe what the report was telling him. It all had to be bullshit. Every word. It just wasn't believable for someone like Dolores to be jacked up like the report suggested. Maybe in a weird fetish story, but not reality.

As much as he wanted to believe otherwise, Parks' analytic mind forced him into looking even deeper into the issue, dragged him into the files room with gasping breaths.

In spite of only having taken a few steps, gasping, he took a seat again as soon as he could to gather his breath. "Bloody hell." His mind flashed suddenly then. Dolores sure was showing him up. It was embarrassing, but he didn't care.

Up on his feet again, Parks opened the filing cabinet and flicked through the dossiers for a Ellen Ward. Sure enough, there was only one Ellen Ward dossier there.

He opened Ellen's dossier. Hers was thicker than Dolores. Much thicker. Even so, the details were equally surprising: Had been married seven times over the last four decades, all of which were in some way or another related to her - brother, cousin, uncle - Was into kinky relationships - tight leather, horse whips - Took up bodybuilding last week.

Unlike Dolores' dossier, Ellen's contained a mugshot of sorts of the woman; wrinkles, deep blue eyes, salt and pepper hair... book-thick traps with equally sense veins popping to the surface of her skin.

As much as he wanted it to be otherwise, Parks knew right there and then that both Dolores and Ellen were real. "Shit."

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Samuel winced as his grandmother Ellen cracked her whip, dressed in tight, muscle-constricting black leather boots. Kinky. Just the way she liked her relationships to be. Above the boots she was bare, a deliberate teasing method for Samuel, as he stood by the door shaking, dressed in only a pair of socks and underwear, his moustache quivering just like the rest of him.

"Here, Sammy." Ellen pulled the whip, forcing it to strain in her grip for a moment, popping her triceps and deltoids to the surface of her aged, wrinkled skin. "It's time for some foreplay."

Samuel reluctantly closed the door behind him with a soft click, shuffling along with trepidation. His mother Dolores was huge enough, yet his Gran was something else entirely; as comical as her physical appearance was, her arms violently pressed against the walls, cracking and shedding the plaster, and her calves overflowed her custom-sized leather boots.

To the right of Samuel was an old oak desk with a calendar on top. It wasn't just any calendar though, but one that Ellen made of herself in all sorts of kinky positions, naked and otherwise.

Samuel stopped just in front of ha grandmother as a malicious smile formed across her lips. "Now." With a polished nail she pointed to her pussy. "Be a good boy and fill me up."

Samuel glanced at the clock just beyond him. 19:58. It wasn't time yet. He could only do the task on an hourly basis. And besides... he honestly thought she was big enough already.

Ellen caught his glances however, and smirked before grabbing him by the crotch, pulling him in closer, his chest against very little of hers. "Two minutes early won't hurt, sweetie."

Samuel winced again, biting his lip as Ellen teasingly fondled his balls for a moment, before forcibly grabbing a tight hold of them.

"Being two minutes late, however, is a bad, bad idea," she added.

Samuel was gripped and blinded by so much pain, he failed to notice Ellen sneakily "remove" his underwear, slowly ripping them in her grip, then watched them slip down his thighs just as his cock emerged. Erect this whole time.

The clock chimed eight. Now it was time.

Reluctantly, Samuel started thrusting as Ellen gripped him by the head to push it in closer to her pecs that started flexing seemingly on their own as Samuel's muffled moans were heard.

Even so, his thrusts continued. Albeit reluctantly.

"Don't be such a bore, babe," Ellen called out before, with hilarious ease, she lifted Samuel up. "Put some style into it." She then started giving him a standing blowjob. He shuddered as she started, her tongue expertly snaking round his phallus, coiling round and sucking on it like a lollipop!

She squeezed in tighter, her arms pressed into Samuel's bare ass cheeks, quickening the pace of her blowing as well.

Samuel grunted, digging his nails into Ellen's cartoonishly wide back.

She pulled her mouth away for a moment to observe the throbbing existence that was Samuel's cock. She actually saw it widen from an increase in the load her grandson fought to hold! "Holding back you?" She squeezed Samuel for a moment, causing  him to yelp out in anguish, his feet dangling. "Naughty!"

The full force of Ellen's next squeeze caused Samuel to then abruptly release, his jettisoned cum spraying wildly around Ellen's engorged frame before she then returned to blowing him, his seed audibly rushing down her thick throat.

Samuel whimpered slightly as Ellen's throat then bulged from his crazy release filling it, reaching her lips, dripping down her chin and cleavage, practically bring her to the edge of choking on his cum!

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