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Taboo of Intimacy

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Taboo of Intimacy

Funny story. I'm actually in the early stages of developing a sequel to this very story but realised I hadn't uploaded the original here yet, altough it can be viewed on my DeviantArt page. The honest answer would be that I wrote The Taboo of Intimacy back between 2015 and 2016 when I didn't know Saradas actually existed. Now two years later, I feel it's time to rectify that by uploading the series here before the sequel, Echoes of Family, is released sometime this month.

I'll upload the first three chapters of Taboo of Intimacy right now to get some femuscle action going, then all proceeding chapters will be added every other day of the week.

I do hope you enjoy what I came to enjoy writing

[Amnoartist]

The Taboo of Intimacy
Written and edited by Amnoartist
Chapter 1 - Humble Beginnings
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The day had come for Sarah to finally resume her studies at Gramsbury county college. The summer holidays were fun and, just as she hoped, warm. The visit to her grandparents down in the coast was unexpected yet pleasantly surprising.

Sarah hadn't seen her grandparents John and Mary since Christmas the year before. She hadn't seen them since their last visit because there were some familial issues that had to be worked out, and time couldn't be spared for visiting. Sarah was distraught by this news because she loved spending time with her grandparents, but it was for the best she knew for her family issues to be ironed out.

On top of the visit to her grandparents, Sarah, her father Harry, and brother Anthony visited the United States together. She loved the trip there just as much as going to her grandparents. The only thing was the fact she spent most of her time reading this or that book.

Being a bit of an excessive bookworm and intellectual, Sarah was far from being blessed with friends. At college, she's always seen moving about the corridors with a book tightly held close to her chest like a prized possession. Each of these books would get her far in the world in regards to a career, but wouldn't do her any good in getting friends.

Her evident shyness doesn't help either. If anything, it just made her more of an outcast than she already was.

However, despite all that, Sarah lived as normal, in between choosing to brush off any comments she may have received. But of course, some things can change for the better, can't they?

///

The college doors swung open, revealing Sarah behind them. She was prepared for the day, no matter what life threw at her this time around. This year at college was important to her – she aimed to pass the year to move on as a hopeful lawyer.

The hallway was wide, packed with likely hundreds of other students. Luckily, Sarah knew whom of that lot to avoid - the muscle-bound sports brutes, hopeful prom queens, and bitchy slags – while also giving even just a slight nod or weak smile to others – the tech geeks, for instance. But even they wouldn't dare talk to her. She felt almost cursed.

Her hands tightly clutching a book as always, Sarah paced across the hallway. She was smart to just avoid reacting to the comments she overheard. But that didn't stop the comments themselves.

"Heads up," a male student called, motion with his head for his friend to turn around. "Bookworm at six o'clock."

"I never actually thought she'd return here after last year," he said.

There are several girls mixed in with the two boys. The redhead – the 'boss' of the group – giggled, which in return made the rest of the girls to do so in return. Knowingly, they laughed at the events of last year.

"All that booze," the redhead laughed. "God, I can't believe she did it."

"Well, it was a dare." The first male student shifted a quick glance at Sarah as she turned past him. "It was either she drank the stuff or we would say that she kissed Paul."

The redhead giggled again, this time more raucously. "Still. She stripped right down to her pants."

Sarah didn't say anything, even though she would've liked to let the group know she heard every word.

///

Last year at college was a pain for Sarah. It's too painful for her to even talk about, but the reality of the situation is, it was a direct aim at her for the fact her parents split up. Bullying ensued.

Later though, in an effort to try to dim down her bookworm ways, Sarah accepted the invitation to the end-of-year party at a student's house. Booze and partying – just what she needed to show them she wasn't as much an outcast as they thought.

It was a big mistake.

In reality, the whole invitation and party turned out to be a complete ruse to the real party – Sarah's humiliation.

She was forced into drinking as much booze as she could handle then follow that up with stripping down to her pants. It was either that or she would have to put up with people asking if she really kissed Paul Hudson.

She accepted the booze drinking and strip down. She had to. Else, she'd be living a worse life right now. It was a miracle it wasn't filmed.

Despite the events of the past year, Sarah was adamant to return. She wouldn't be beaten that easily. If her return to college signalled anything, it was that she was now stronger than ever.

///

Sarah pulled out a notepad, several pens, and a large book on law and placed it on her desk in the lecture room. She's happy the room she's in is the same she had last year. There were some rumours going around that the rooms were to be switched, even if the lecturers were the same. Different rooms meant different facilities, and that in itself could've meant not having the facilities needed.

But Sarah didn't care about the facilities – prepared as always, she had everything in her bag. In fact, she cared more for the view outside one of the windows than the facilities.

The window to the left had a beautiful view of a tree whose branches had shiny red apples hanging from them. The sun shone through the leaves, making the tree as a whole appear almost divine. It was a shame, though, that a brick wall hid behind the tree.

The lecturer came in, his face red as always, with a girl coming from behind him. She took to the small flight of stairs adjacent from the door and began to climb them. She seemed almost like a different girl because of how she looked, but eventually Sarah recognised the girl as Claire, her classmate. Her hair was different now – Curly as opposed to its usual straight.

"Okay, class," the lecturer stated, scribbling on the blackboard behind him, "let's begin the class today with..."

///

Classes ended for the day. Sarah was met with hostility in the hallway from the same students as earlier. This time, she wasn't prepared, and so, she wasn't sure how she'd react.

"Hey, Sarah," the redhead said softly. She spoke in a way that made it look like she was trying to act like a friend towards Sarah, but she wasn't stupid – clearly. "Sorry about what happened last year at the party." She extends a hand. "No hard feelings, right?"

Sarah clenched a fist, not in anger but as a way to fight back the urge to take the redhead's hand. Sarah wanted to make friends, but not with the same girl who tricked her.

"Shove off!" Sarah yelled, brushing past the girl. Her book almost feel out of her grasp, her shoulder bump was so fierce. In fact, it similarly caused the redhead to fall backwards onto the floor.

"Hey!" the first male student from earlier shouted, picking her up.

"I heard what you said earlier!" Sarah yelled back.

"Get back here, you bitch!"

///

In the lecture room, Claire cocked a brow. She heard every word just uttered between the group and Sarah.

"Who are you calling a bitch, Dave?" Claire enquired angrily, emerging finally from the room, her arms folded.

Dave blinked. His long-time crush Claire had finally returned to college, so – naturally – his attitude changed. "Bitch? Who? I didn't call anybody a bitch." He knew it was pointless, though.

"Whatever did Sarah do to you, huh?" Claire asked, staring at Dave angrily.

The group snickered at the fact Dave was getting a talking-to from his crush – who just happened to be shorter than he was – and he took it like a guilty child. But Claire noticed them.

"What did she do to any of you?" this time it was fiercer. Like a sting from a giant bee.

"Come on, Claire." With a smile, almost as he was a gallant knight, Dave extended arm to stroke her hair, but she was having none of it. She slapped his hand down with such force that it hurt.

"Stay away from her – all of you."

///

Sarah saw it all. She was only a few feet behind Claire. She heard the slap Claire gave Dave across his face. In actuality, the slap was so fierce; Sarah could almost feel it herself. The big red hand-print only bolstered Claire's anger and how serious she was.

"Come on, Sarah." Claire looped her hand under Sarah's arm. "Let's get out of here."

Sarah felt like a guardian angel was protecting her. For somebody to finally come to her aid in her hour of need was so sudden. And it was even more surprising that this guardian angel ended up being a woman.

As the two girls walked off down the hall together, Sarah took a glance at Claire. Her hair flowed and her eyes sparkled when they coupled with the rays of the sun as it crept through the door when it cracked open slightly.

A tear ran down Sarah's eye. She wasn't sure if it was of joy that somebody finally helped her, or of wonderment, that Claire looked so ravishing all of a sudden. She was so sure she loved boys. Even so, Sarah's father would always have the final say in such matters.

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 2 - Discoveries and Epiphanies

When Sarah began her second day of term at college, her mind was aflutter with a single thought: why did Claire chose to help her the day previous? Was it out of sheer pity or something else entirely? She hoped it wasn't pity because then it would've made her feel pathetic, and that was something she'd hate to see herself as.

She remained optimistic on the matter, however, believing Claire's deed in helping her was a sign she was finally, after all the time she'd spent as a loner, going to have a friend, or at the very least, somebody who stood by her.

///

The classroom door swung open, and Mister Hendricks, Sarah's law tutor crossed its threshold. As always, his face was beet red like he was constantly in a bad mood, but really; it was because he had high blood pressure.

"Alright class," he announced. He opened his briefcase and pulled out several sheets of paper – his class notes for the day. "Turn to page 45 in your booklets, please."

There was a ruffling sound as the students around Sarah began to open their booklets. She was somewhat phased by the events of the previous day, confused.

Then, as always, the classroom door swung open once again as Claire emerged from the hallway. She held a black bag over her shoulder – Michael Kors. She always had expensive taste, Sarah knew.

She could smell the perfume off her neck as well. It was some powerful stuff, and like the bag, expensive too. Both the bag and perfume were noticeable that day to everybody regarding Claire, but there was one thing Sarah noticed above all else - she was sat next to her. Somebody actually sat next to Sarah, the academic loner.

"Hey" Claire said.

There was a brief moment where Sarah felt something as she watched Claire pull out her law booklet, like, something was tugging at her heart. Chest pains, maybe? No, that wasn't it. It was something else.

"Um, hey." Sarah blinked. Claire really was sitting next to her. It wasn't a mirage or dream where she hoped Claire sat next to her. It was the real deal.

Sarah then realised her heart was beating faster, and there was a lump in her throat. Just what was the feeling she experienced. A dry throat and lips she noticed next. Maybe it was nervousness. But there was no reason fit her to act that way.

"Alright, Mister Hendricks called, "I want you to do questions five through fifteen."

The majority of the class groaned in protest, but Sarah simply went ahead with the given task, quietly unpacking her pens – even if she was still puzzled by Claire's decision to sit by her side.

"I don't care if you think it's boring or too much. It needs to be done. You do want to be lawyers, don't you?" Mister Hendricks watched as the class reluctantly started their classwork.

///

Claire crossed her legs to get into a better position. She'd been doing the work issued to the class by Mister Hendricks for a little over two hours now, and her legs were beginning to stiffen. She wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, just so she could get some blood flowing in them again. She already had the feeling of pins and needles in her feet at least twice in the two-hour stint she'd been working.

"God" she groaned. She rubbed her thighs to warm them up, get some life back into them so they didn't feel as dead.

Claire's crossed legs got Sarah's undivided attention. She had no idea they were so toned. They weren't muscular like some of the other girls' legs, but they were still well looked after: tanned and rounded – just the way most guys liked them.

Claire dived her hand into her bag and produced a stick of lipstick and makeup mirror. She applied a fresh layer of lipstick on and smacked her lips together to signify her satisfaction.

Even though she was freshened up somewhat with the new layer of lipstick, Claire's legs still cried to be limbered up. She couldn't agree any more. Thankfully, the class was nearly over.

///

The bell sounded, ending the class for the day. It was lunch now, then Missus Pearl's class next.

"Thank God" Claire bellowed. The desire to rid herself of the numbness in her legs was so dire, she didn't care about the fact she accidentally left her bag behind. Sarah noticed though. So to repay Claire for the previous day's good deed, she took it upon herself to give her bag to her.

However, Sarah didn't expect to find Claire's bag to be lying liberally open for anybody to see. It was likely a mistake on Claire's behalf, but the fact it was open permitted Sarah to be shamelessly nosey.

Peeping out from the bag was a book by somebody whose pen name was LJK Cross titled Devil and Disciple: The Temptation. The cover itself was quite risqué in nature, featuring a naked woman with her buttocks exposed.

"Okay..." Sarah said, somewhat weirded out.

She examined the cover more closely and realised the woman on it happened to be a female bodybuilder. Its black background gave a hint of accentuation to the woman's muscles: her back, diamond-hard heart-shaped calves, and angular buttocks shining brightly, creating a stark contrast.

She may have been creeped out, but Sarah was still curious. So she peered further into a bag. In doing so, she found a photograph of a female bodybuilder, a printout of what she assumed was a massively muscled teenage girl with long black hair named Miley, and a workout and diet plan.

"What the hell is this?" Sarah said to herself as she read a couple of pages from the book. It seemed like Claire had it bookmarked at a rather erotic lesbian sex scene. "Is this some kind of... fetish she has?"

She closed the book over, put it in the bag, and zipped it up. Her mind was previously focused on the possibility that Claire might've wanted to be friends with her, but now Sarah wondered about something else.

///

Sarah found Claire in the canteen some time later, eating her lunch. With a great deal of guilt in her heart, Sarah approached her.

Claire spotted Sarah a mile away and was glad to see she had her bag with her. If she told her father she lost it...

"Oh thank God," she said, taking the bag from Sarah's arm. "I thought I lost it on the way down here or something."

Sarah laughed nervously as Claire took her prized possession from her.

Claire cocked a brow. "Tell me: you didn't look inside, did you?"

Sarah wanted to tell the truth and say she did look inside. But what good would that have done her? Besides... She desperately needed a friend.

"No" was all she said, was all she needed to say.

Claire sighed with relief. For a moment there, she thought Sarah actually did look inside. She didn't know how Sarah would react if she did. "Oh, thank God. I mean, I have a nice bottle of perfume inside. I was afraid you'd swipe it on me."

Sarah wanted to tell the truth so, so bad. It was tearing her apart from the inside.

Then the realisation hit her: she knew she liked Claire in many ways, but at the same time didn't know what would be the best way to express that.

But then, in her mind's eye, she saw a figure emerge from the shadows in front of her. A tall massively muscled being. This person, whoever they were, flexed a bicep of mind-numbing proportions.

It was herself.

She smiled. She had an idea. She just hoped it worked.

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 3 - The First Few Inches

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Anthony asked his younger sibling Sarah. He was always supportive of her decisions in life and protective, but he never imagined her doing something as working out to stay in shape. At least, not so suddenly. "I mean, your frame is nice enough for any guy to practically come crawling to you."

Anthony was right. Sarah's body was lithe, but her breasts were sadly far from appealing. Her buttocks were rounded, and her legs were somewhat toned.

But despite all that, why was it she wasn't ever noticed by guys, even those who weren't so fortunate in regards to being physically appealing?

"Why aren't they doing that, then?" Sarah whined. She watched as Anthony pulled a pair of dumbbells free from the rack. "I mean, I know I'm not ugly: I check myself out in the mirror every morning before I head off to college to make sure I look presentable." Anthony extended his arms out to hand the dumbbells over to her, his forearm muscles bunching up in the process.

Anthony was a big guy. Taking after his father Harry, he loved to train heavy. Doing so was a bit of a necessity, however, because he worked as a construction worker for his father's construction company.

"Anyway, that's beside the point," Sarah remarked. She took the dumbbells from Anthony and was pleased to know they weren't too heavy. They were just right. "I'm not doing this to get attention from guys or anything like that."

"You're doing it just to get fit?" Anthony asked. He watched his younger sibling walk across the gym floor to the mirror wall, where she watched her posture as she curled. Sarah hadn't done much weight training over the years but still knew how to perform the proper motions and techniques from watching Anthony over the years.

"Something like that," she responded, beginning her curls in slow and steady motions, just like she was used to seeing Anthony do them. She wanted to tell him the real reason behind her actions but wasn't sure how he'd react. Would he react as badly as her father was likely to if she told him, or would he embrace her decision? Regardless, it wasn't time yet to tell him.

"Okay" Anthony responded. He wasn't entirely convinced by his younger sister's words, but still trusted her and was going to stick with her regardless. After all, she needed somebody to stick by her in the family. "I just don't know how Dad's going to react," he admitted, his voice trembling somewhat. "What with you wanting to get fit and all."

A grunt of exertion escaped from Sarah's lips as she finished another rep. The blood in her body was consistently being pumped to her arms now, and she could, as Anthony often said, 'feel the burn.'

"I wouldn't worry about that right away," Sarah stated with assurance. "It'll be a bit of a while before he actually starts seeing the physical changes."

Anthony heard another grunt. He was beginning to question his being in the gym was necessary or otherwise since Sarah appeared to be doing so well without his help. Her posture was perfect and actions were slow and steady. "That's true, we can't stop him from coming in here and finding out what you're doing though, can we?"

"God, this feels sssoooo good." Sarah laughed, pulling her arm up again for another rep. She was clearly enjoying the workout. In fact, it was clear she enjoyed working out more than Anthony anticipated. Her pupils dilated. She was literally getting a rush from the workout and enjoyed it.

He noticed her arms bulged out slightly, their individual fibres somewhat pronounced, bulging. Good. At least she's getting a pump. It will be a quick workout otherwise.

The blood pumped to Sarah's arms seemingly faster now, making them appear larger. "I didn't realise working out was so damn..." She grunted again, but the curling motion seemed faster. It was as if she deliberately made it look difficult even though it felt easier, like she was teasing. "....good."

Sarah dropped the dumbbells to the floor with a thud and flexed her biceps in the mirror. Anthony chuckled. If only Sarah knew muscle growth didn't occur as quickly as she thought...

"It doesn't work that way I'm afraid," he pointed out. "As much as we'd all like it to, muscle growth just doesn't happen that fast."

He knew if he told Sarah about the need to stick to a good, clean, and consistent diet regimen in order to truly get 'gains' so soon, she'd likely call it quits. But he was so sure she was adamant, willing to stick with the program if given one.

"Meh. I'd beg to differ," Sarah smiled. She still held the pose, so that meant Anthony was able to look at his younger sibling's feeble-sized biceps to scrutinise them as her trainer. He knew there was no growth there but still wanted to humour Sarah.

But he was taken aback when he did look. He knew what he saw wasn't the result of a good pump, but rather the effect of his sister being referred to as an easy gainer. Her biceps flexed, and the peak was sharp, which wasn't visible 5 minutes ago.

"Wow, instant growth!" Sarah cheered. She caressed her left bicep and smiled. It was harder than before for sure and looked to be larger, like it wasn't just the result of a good pump.

Anthony watched as Sarah flexed both her arms simultaneously, resulting in their respective muscles to dance almost erotically, their individual fibres hidden underneath her smooth skin grinding together. He was flabbergasted. How was it possible?

Sarah moved onto the leg press next, Anthony watching close by, still surprised. She racked the weight up to a little over 400 pounds. She thought it was a reasonable weight.

"NNNNGGHHH!" A single rep was enough to get Sarah's legs going, pumping with blood. "NNNNGGHH!" Anthony looked on, blinking. He swore he saw his sister's quads grow ever so slightly before his eyes after just a few reps, audibly so. She grunted, he blinked, and she grunted again.

The definition, while not crystal-clear, was beginning to show in Sarah's legs now. She stopped pressing for a moment, and tantalisingly flexed her quads in front of Anthony whilst still seated. Her right quad was tensed, bringing its muscular crevices into full-view, raw and pumped profusely with blood.

Anthony couldn't deny he felt a tinge of jealousy towards his sister's supernatural muscle growth. After all, compared to her single 10-minute workout, he'd spent the better half of 5 years to build the body he had. However, despite the jealousy, he was proud of his younger sister. Not to mention all a bit creeped out.

He observed her figure in the reflection of the mirror as she stood in front of it, her hands on her hips, bringing her body into a full lat spread. "You must have the physique of a fitness competitor from that one workout alone," he said.

Sarah laughed. She found her brother's words rather hard to believe at first, but after examining herself further in the mirror, she realised Anthony was right. After only one workout, Sarah possessed the body of a fitness competitor.

"Time to get even bigger" she rejoiced, brushing past Anthony to grab a heavier pair of dumbbells. She was adamant to continue, to grow. She had her reasons. But Anthony cut on to speak sense into her.

"Woah! Not so fast." He took the dumbbells from Sarah and placed them back on the rack. He was keen to see his sister grow into the fit young woman she aspired to be. Just... not that fast. "Think about what you're doing."

Sarah paused to think, to look at herself. Her muscles were already beginning to show, their respective bulges slightly visible. Sure, she wanted to get as big as possible, to get Claire's undivided attention, but maybe doing it as quickly as she'd planned wasn't the best idea. Especially considering what her father might say.

"You're right." She looked at Anthony, who was glad he's managed to talk some sense into her. "I should probably pace myself."

"Yeah, that's probably wise" Anthony chuckled. "And be sure to replenish your blood sugar levels while you're at it. Let me get you a protein shake too."

///

The next few days went by swiftly for Sarah, and over that time she realised Anthony was right about pacing herself. Sarah imagined she'd be a living, breathing hulkette by now, if she stuck to her original plan in working out constantly – maybe even bigger!

But there would've been little to no fun in it for her if the other students saw her. They'd probably consider her an even bigger weirdo then she already was - literally bigger.

Knowing her physical growth would've been seen by the naked eye by now, Sarah decided to show off. Albeit, only slightly.

She took an early morning jog, one day during the weekend. Jogging was something she never did in the past, yet given the circumstances of the last few days, developing a liking to run was by far the least surprising thing to happen to her.

The clothes Sarah wore for her jog were tight, to purposely accentuate her budding muscles, even if they weren't big enough for them to burst through. A pair of headphones wrapped around her neck too, given to her graciously by Anthony, a dubstep mix blaring in her ears.

It was as if Sarah's recent incident in the home's basement gym had affected the girl's personality somewhat. Not that she complained or anything. In fact, she quite liked the new, better, bigger Sarah. She was more freeing, independent. She, now, was the way she was supposed to be from the very beginning.

The hot summer air swept her hair graciously as she came to a halt just a few feet from Anthony. "Eight minutes and thirty-five seconds" he announced cheerily, looking at his wristwatch. "An eight-second improvement."

Sarah could tell Anthony urged her to do the trail again, this time to improve on it again. He had that look about him again, as he always did.

"Do it again," he commanded.

Sweat trickled down Sarah's back and brows, a testament to the last few hours she'd spent running the trail. Despite that, she was eager to do it again. Eager to show how confident she was in eventually being able to beat Anthony's own Personal Best on the trail, to show that, eventually, she'd eclipse Anthony in everything.

She smiled. "Alright. I'll beat your PB yet."

///

A few days had passed, and while she had neither beat nor met Anthony's Personal Best for running, Sarah still racked up on achievements. Her abs were beginning to show now more defined than ever, and her biceps were, while only just so, bigger too. Her body as a whole began to resemble that of the countless fitness competitors she followed on Inst@gram, and she was pleased. She stalked those women, checking her Inst@gram every day on an hourly basis when she was awake during the day, searching for more pics they might have shared, showing off their own progress.

She then went into a double bicep pose and smiled at the result. After only a mere week of working out, paying no heed to any diet or gruelling workout plan, her body had grown. It was no question, she was some freak of nature, but she didn't mind. She got what she wanted, after all: the means to an end.

Despite the fact her body was changing, Sarah still felt the need to cover it up. Not because she was fearful of what people would think – because she honestly didn't care about what they had to say about her by that point. The new Sarah was the better Sarah. The one that should've been but wasn't, until now. Rather, Sarah hid her new body because she knew the other students weren't ready for her. In time...

They always made comments about her, even before she started working out. But now, they talked about how she looked different, about the fact she covered herself up more than often, wrapping herself up like it was the winter months even though summer had just arrived.

But like Sarah had said to herself over the last week: in time...

///

Again, it was a few days later, and Harry was surprised to see Sarah eating far more than she used to at dinnertime. For once, she was the first between the three of them to finish her meal, before going for a second serving. Given the circumstances, he'd witnessed only an hour or so earlier, Anthony wasn't as surprised as Harry was.

"You're eating a lot more than you used, Sarah," Harry observed, watching her slap another chicken wing onto her plate. "Just be sure to leave the majority for the men of the house, will you?" He looked at Anthony afterwards, who looked back less than impressed.

"She's a growing kid, dad. She's got to eat," he responded in between hearing his sister's ravenous bites into the chicken wing, tearing it violently from the bone with her teeth.

"No to mention clean the plates afterwards; do the washing and ironing like a woman ought to." Harry burped loudly and patted his muscular gut.

"Yes, father" Sarah responded sheepishly. There was no point in arguing.

Anthony looked at his sister in shock. If the workout she'd just finished had given her growth, surely it would've boosted her confidence a bit?

"I'll help you," he offered.

Harry looked on. Being a firm believer in the old ways, he always expected Sarah to do the housework and cooking. But never had he expected Anthony to help.

Just as he and Sarah left their seats, Harry spoke. "Say, Sarah. You look... different."

Oh god, the muscle is noticeable already? Sarah turned to face Harry. "Do I? In what way?"

She was hoping Harry wouldn't notice the fact she'd been working out so soon. If he did, her plan to woo Claire with her weird rapidly growing mass would be left squandered.

"Yeah, like... like you've been working out" Harry finished.

Fuck. There was no point in going back now Sarah knew, and if she lied, the outcome would be far worse than if she didn't. "Yeah, I've been working out. Do you like it?"

She desperately wanted to flex the newfound hillock of muscle on her arms right in her father's face. But not yet. She knew she would get a rush from flexing them if they were bigger than he were.

"Of course I don't" Harry snapped. "You don't want to look like a man, do you? I didn't raise you to be one, either!"

"Well, you didn't exactly do a good job in raising me in general, did you?" Sarah barked back. "I mean, you spent most of your time in the gym and at work before Mum left."

"Don't bring her into this!" Harry bellowed.

Sarah could feel her confidence swell. Fighting back against her father gave her such a rush. And Anthony was impressed.

"No wonder she left, what with you being misogynistic and all" she shot back.

"Young lady..." Harry started, his anger filling him to the brim. "... I have had just about enough..." He stopped himself, taking a moment for a breather. "Just... who is it who's training you? Gale across the street? It has to be her. I've seen those calves of hers."

Anthony gulped nervously. It was loud enough for Harry to hear, and made him realise the situation was worse than he thought.

"You? You're training her?" He hissed, his finger pointing to Anthony.

"Well... technically, yeah" Anthony responded. He knew he was in as much deep shit as Sarah now. Happy times.

"How long's it been going on for?" Harry demanded.

Anthony stammered. If he told Harry the truth, his daughter had only worked out just once for a little over 25 minutes to get as fit looking as she was, he'd likely lose his mind.

"Oh, I don't believe this." Harry tilted his head back and groaned.

He contemplated for a moment. He knew he wasn't happy with Sarah's decision, but also knew stopping her wasn't going to be easy. It was just a phase she was going through, right?

"Oh, go ahead" Harry conceded, taking a sigh of defeat.

"Really?" Sarah smiled. Was her father really telling the truth, or just teasing her?

"Oh yeah. I mean, it could be worse." Harry rose from the chair. "Next, you could be telling me you're dating a girl or something."

Sarah's heart sank, and somehow Anthony could almost feel it. Not yet, Sarah, she said inwardly. One step at a time.

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 4: Relative

Claire closed her bedroom door gently behind her and turned its lock. She'd been waiting a long time for this moment, yet it felt even longer: seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours. She was about to do something she'd been accustomed to doing for years. But she never felt any less ashamed.
She opened the lid of her laptop, sat down on her desk chair, and put in her password. A moment later her desktop screen popped up and displayed a picture of upcoming bodybuilding star Lauranda Nall as the background, striking a side tricep pose.

It was Claire's dream to be like Lauranda one day: buff, strong, either shredded or swole, and maybe have a few trophies and medals from competitions on her shelf. Claire was eventually motivated enough to make an effort to fulfil that dream by creating a workout and diet program. It never seemed to work though, no matter how hard she tried.

There were other methods to help Claire add mass, albeit not so legal ones. She considered purchasing Anavar online, one of the three most popular choices of steroids best suited for women. However, she eventually grew skeptical enough of her own decision to change her mind. Balancing the pros and cons of its use proved difficult for her. She wanted to add muscle, yet not end up looking like a man.

"Okay. Let's see if Chapter 6 is up, shall we?" Claire started typing into the address bar of her web browser she felt antsy. At any given moment someone could knock on her door and want to come in, yet she had waited long enough already for this moment of privacy.

The home page of DeviantART popped up on the computer screen. She had a few standard notifications: comments, a couple of mentions, and new watchers. There were no notes for her that day, which was somewhat disappointing. Getting notes from other Deviants on DeviantART felt like getting private messages on Facebook – exciting. However, notes could take a rest for the day as something far more exciting came through.

After a two-month hiatus from the site, RedKnight42's FMG story, Size Doesn't Matter, made a return with Chapter 6. The previous chapter ended with such a cliffhanger that the wait for the next one was dire.

"Yes, finally!" Claire cheered. She could finally get around to reading the continuation she'd waited so long for. Knowing RedKnight's stories were hot in regards to both the growth aspect and his painstaking attention to detail, Claire knew she had to prepare herself for the possibility she might become too aroused, so she opened a new browser window in the hopes it would help even the odds laid against her.

She started to read the chapter, and over time, thought about why the concept of gaining muscle as fast in the story wasn't something that could be in real life. Why did the best of things always have to be confined to fantasy? Of course, Sharon was as close to the real deal as possible, and Claire loved her for it. Why? Because Sharon was a constant reminder of her greatest desire in life - to be muscular. That, plus the fact it bolstered her fondness for female muscle. Everywhere Claire went, twitching, throbbing, flexing muscle stalked her, latched onto her mother like massive vascular leeches that sucked the fat from her and metamorphosed it into rock hard she-beef that grew bigger every fortnight, laden with striations.

As Claire read deeper into the chapter, her loins flamed up. Sooner rather than later, her thoughts were of an erotic nature that cast aside the musings of whether or not such stories could exist. She surrendered to the desire of wanting to lay hold of such strong arms as described in the story she was reading, playfully bite down on the mound of she-beef that rose to a sharp, split, almost knife-edged peak, and caress such powerful pecs supported by perky breasts.

Claire vowed not to work herself up, get so aroused, but it was too late: her breaths were shallow, and her heart galloped. Her nipples were erect, trying so valiantly to tear themselves through her bra top and create holes only large enough for them to breathe through...

///

Claire stood in the shower, the water cascading down her back and buttocks. She was ashamed of what she did, even though it was something she'd been doing for years now. Why did RedKnight's stories have to be so hot and full of ridiculous detailed descriptions of the muscles in them? It never got any easier for Claire. Every time she was aroused. Every. Damn. Time. She felt ashamed by it, yet, at the same time filled with bliss. She loved doing it, despite the consequences.

It wasn't just FMG stories that sent Claire's arousal through the roof, but also muscle morphs, female muscle comics, and female bodybuilding in general. She had a few things lying around in her room which bolstered the fact: bodybuilding magazines (some of which were in pristine condition), and a mock-up bodybuilding trophy – somewhere - that reinforces her desire to one day be up there on the stage, bone dry, strut her stuff, flex her biceps, and shake her quads.

Claire climbed out of the shower. She was clean now, no longer dirty, as was her mind for a brief period. It would be dinner soon, and she would have to pick out something fresh to wear.

///

"How do you feel about going shopping after dinner?" Claire's mother Sharon offered as she cut the steak. "I've got to collect some supplements, and could do with the company. Maybe we could eat at Agostini's after?"

Sharon competed in Physique competitions. She had her fair share of medals and trophies over the years, having stacked them next to one another on a shelf in the living room as if it was a shine. She was someone Claire aspired to either be just as good as, if not, better than.

Sharon was the base living embodiment of her daughter's taboo. Everywhere they went together; all Claire could focus on was her mother, and her dedication to keeping her body in tiptop shape.

"Sure. I'd love to come." Claire smiled back affectionately.

"Great." Sharon slyly cocked her right eye in Claire's direction. Sharon never could understand why her daughter wasn't blessed with the same athletic genetics as she was. She had spent many months trying to help Claire gain mass, but it just didn't work. In a sense, Claire was the outcast in the female side of her family as her grandmother was also a 4-time Miss Olympia champion.

The family kitchen was as contemporary as can be. The floor was tiled grey; there were several windows to bring in a generous amount of light during the day; and the kitchen unit itself was in the very centre, made of stoneware.

Sharon rose from the chair and her quads rippled vigorously from the motion, their individual muscles sculpted and built to perfection, testimony to the many years of dedicated training, dieting, and supplement intakes. Every breath she took emphasized her raw, thick, and swollen muscles. "I'll get ready then, change out of these sweaty clothes." Sharon couldn't resist the urge to flex her glutes as she passed Claire. She heard the fabric of the shorts suck in like a vacuum, rub against the sheer muscularity of her glutes she spent years building, perfecting, and tear the shorts slightly down the sides. "I'll likely need new clothes as well."

Claire turned her attention to where her mother had sat at the table with a look of surprise, albeit half shocked and half genuinely amazed. Her plate was bare: empty, literally licked clean with no evidence to suggest there was even good there to begin with!

///

Claire spent some of her time later in the evening catching up on her notifications from DeviantART. Her heart skipped a beat as soon as she spotted the new muscle morph pic from ExplicitWarlock. He had outdone himself once again Claire was certain.

The morph pic in question was of a massively muscular girl bending a barbell into a pretzel, a seemingly impossible feat to accomplish, given there were weight discs on the bar, but Warlock managed to pull it off. He always did.

Claire's lips were chapped now, and while she didn't realize it, her pupils were somewhat dilated as well – she was absolutely in love with the picture. She saved it in a password-protected folder for later use.

The girl in the pic wore generic women's workout gear, but owing to her freakish physique of puffed-up, vision-obscuring, vein-laden muscle, they were more like a pathetic, ripped-up excuse of feeble fabric than actual articles of clothing. The veins in her biceps were so thick and broad; they showed through the scantiness of the fabric that managed to cover her massive frame only slightly. She sweated profusely, yet smiled coyly as she knew nobody could ever hope to match up against her in regards to size – just as all of Warlock's girls acted.

"Geez! She's swole as hell!" Claire remarked looking thoughtfully at the hulking girl's prodigious flexed arms, pumped beyond the bounds of realism.

The background of the pic was no way different from the girl herself. It was wide, and offered plenty to the eyes: a vast array of gym equipment, whose lightest weights started in tonnages, a wide mirror that failed to cover the inhuman width of the girl, and a few warped weight discs in the corner.

The pic in a whole was a work of art, which Warlock would always seem to somehow outdo in his next piece, and the next... Claire was being turned on again by the godly spectacle who was the massive yet nameless girl, but it wasn't long ago she'd taken a shameful shower brought on by those same lewd emotions. She didn't want to do it again. At least not so soon.

She couldn't understand how, despite the fact her own mother was a bodybuilder in her prime, but for some reason Claire just couldn't tell her she found saradas sexually attractive. She knew she would be supported by her mother, but why couldn't she tell her? Why?

Claire felt the mysterious hulkette of a girl deserved a name, if not already given one. But naming people wasn't one of her strong suits. She could always put the face to a name, but never the name to a face. So what name would work best for the hulkette girl? Jessica, maybe? Or Natalie?

The name popped into Claire's head then. Somehow, it just felt natural to her, as if that really was her name. "Sarah," she smiled.

[Amnoartist]

Very cool! Thanks for posting. Are the Deviantart names you reference real people, or just made up for the story?

Unfortunately, they're just made up for the story.

Behind Juiced, this is shaping up to be my favorite series of yours recently!

Yeah, this is my second favourite series as well, with Juiced being number 1. I actually wrote this series a couple of years back but forgot to post it here.

I'll actually be updating this thread with the next chapter in an hour or so, so keep your eyes peeled, sw1ngy.

[Amnoartist]

 

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 5: Affectionate Display

The students were hushed, gathered around the centre of the gym, listening to their tutor Mr Brayson. Sarah was the new addition to the class, having decided at the last minute to drop out of one of her law oriented classes to take on one related to physical education.

Claire, on the other hand, was always there, trying with determination to tone up. She referred to Mr Brayson for nutrition and workout tips, but he didn't offer any knowledge her mother hadn't already told her.

"Alright, class" Mr Brayson said. "I want you to try something different today." He motioned for his gathering of fitness hopefuls to follow him to the treadmills. "After your warmup on these for 20 minutes, I want you to try clean and jerking your weight times two."

The class gasped. They knew it was too early for them to be able to do that. Most of them anyway.

"I know it's a bit of a long shot, but I'm fairly confident you can pull it off" Mr Brayson returned.

Sarah and Claire looked at the barbell positioned behind them, neither of them unaware that the other looked at it too. Sarah looked at the barbell gleefully, knowing she could potentially have the chance to show off and grow. But would it have been a good thing to do that so soon? She remembered what Anthony said a few days back. Not only that, but her knowledge of how to clean and jerk was limited. Anthony hadn't taught her yet. What is 'Clean and Jerk' anyway?

Claire was different on the matter. She looked at the barbell apprehensively. In spite of the fact she knew how to properly execute a clean and jerk from watching all the weightlifting and female bodybuilders workout videos, she knew doing it with double her weight was potentially dangerous for her. Great. A chance to either impress or embarrass myself in front of everyone.


"Alright. Now, get to it" Mr Brayson called.

///

Steve grunted as he completed his clean and jerk with perfection yet again. Sweat trickled down his forehead only slightly. Blessed with the same athletic genetics as his parents, it was no wonder he was so strong and muscular. Most if not all the girls fawned over him and his physique. He never passed on an opportunity to show off, either.

"He's so hot, isn't he?" Jane said to Claire, who simply looked on at the Herculean male's physical feat, rolling her eyes.

"I guess" the brunette returned. But he's no Rene Campbell or Katka Kyptova.

"I just want to pour oil all over those big, bulging muscles of his, and touch them."

"Oh, I bet you do." Claire sighed. "Then again, I would do it too," she mumbled softly to herself, "if he were Rene."

Her thoughts drifted for a moment of Rene standing there in Steve's place, her calves flexed and globular, covered in a sheen of oil and sweat, her muscles pristine and superior. Godlike.

"Do you think he'd say yes if I asked him to marry me? I'm gonna have his babies, one day."

"I bet he would" Paul said. He only said that to make the girl happy, and Sarah was smart enough to know that.

Shut the fuck up, you dumb-ass. He's only interested in himself. Most guys like him are. Claire wanted to say that out loud, tell Jane the cold, hard truth, but that would've been uncharacteristic of her. "Maybe. You've got to work on those abs, first. I hear he doesn't like flab" she said before walking off. That'll shut the bitch up.

Jane was stunned. She always thought her abs were perfect. But now driven by paranoia, she immediately began work on her core.

Steve wiped his forehead and flexed his biceps in triumph. Brian and Paul were muscular like him, but not as much. For that reason, they didn't get as much attention from the girls as he did.

"Well, that was easy" the Herculean man said. He brought his muscle-stacked frame into a side-tricep pose that saw all the girls, save for Sarah, Claire, and Jane gather round him.

Sarah rolled her eyes at the pathetic display before her; no less than nine women stood round Steve as he pompously flexed for them. To them, he was a god and they literally, some of them at least, drooled over him in worship. He revelled in it. Mr Brayson was nowhere to be seen to cut in and stop them, but someone had to.

Sarah continued to watch the girls covet the "god" who was Steve with aggravation that was close to reaching breaking point. She couldn't believe the other girls fell head over heels for him so easily. She knew there were better guys out there. They just had to honestly look. If they spent as much time looking for the real 'right guy' as they did dolling their faces up, they'd be in the best position in their lives.

But then, why did Steve have to be so attracted to the girls who loved musclebound meatheads? What was wrong with the other, normal girls who fawned over him? What was wrong with Sarah? She admitted to having liked the guy just a bit a few years past. It was different now, though.

"Oh please" she said. "Spare us the 'better than you' bullshit" Her arms folded over her purple hoodie.

Steve scoffed. He knew he didn't have to waste time talking to Sarah, someone who was weaker than him. But at the same time, he always liked being the one who outclassed others physically. "You're just bitching on me because you know I'm stronger than you." He grinned as he flexed his pecs, one of the girls' hands gently stroked their striations covetously. If she had her way, she'd take him there and then.

"Oh, making assumptions, are we?"

"I'm not assuming anything. Everyone knows men are naturally superior. I'm a prime example." Steve pulled the girl by his side in further, holding her sculpted ass tightly with one hand and kissed her passionately on the lips. "I get all the women, you get... well, whatever it is you're into."

"Care to test that theory?" Sarah quipped with a raised brow. "It might prove interesting in the long run."

Claire's interest was piqued then. She realised Sarah was openly challenging Steve. But how would she manage against somebody stronger than her?

Steve sized Sarah up with condescension, a conceited smile spread across his face. Someone weaker had challenged him. And a woman at that. "Gladly." The girls at Steve's side moved away from him as he paced over to the weight discs and grabbed two, before he racked them onto the barbell. "I mean, it's not going to be much of a challenge, but sure. I'll bite."

"Since you're so eager to accept the challenge, I'll let you decide what we should do" Sarah said with a grin.

It was going to be a massacre, Claire thought. She knew how strong Steven was, and Sarah was nothing in comparison to him. She was an ant who welcomed death from being fried by the reflected light from a magnifying glass. She wanted to cut in and stop the challenge from taking place, to stop Sarah from being hurt.

But why? What was so different about Sarah compared to the other girls? She felt the need to step in, to save the day and be the hero before this massacre ever took place. But something was holding her back. A gut feeling, maybe? She didn't know.

"Alright." Steve folded his arms and surveyed both the playing field and equipment: the mats and barbell. "See how many times you can rep with perfect form using this barbell here."

"Gladly. It'll be easy too." Of course, Sarah lied. She knew it wasn't going to be any easier than winning an argument with her father. But she was also willing to break her back to prove her point that being a misogynistic prick wouldn't get Steve far in the world.

Worry filled Claire now. Where was Mr Brayson? Why did he have to leave the class so suddenly to deal with something? What if Sarah got hurt?

Naturally, Steve went first. He made the curling look so easy. His muscles bulged powerfully; their peaks rose sharply, covered in a webbed network of veins. The other girls started to flock over to him again. They were sheep to him, and he was their Shepard. Sarah wished his muscles were her own, larger in fact just so she could show him women could be strong and confident too.

///

Eventually Steve stopped. "Thirty-two!" He dropped the barbell down on the mat in front of him and smirked. He knew he'd already won and that there was no point in Sarah trying.

She couldn't beat him. That was a fact. But Sarah was still going to at least try. She removed her zipper and approached the barbell. The girls by her gasped for some reason, but she decided to pay no heed to it. Her mind was too focused on proving Steve wrong to care.

Claire's mind, however, was on a different matter. Was Sarah always that fit-looking under those clothes, she wondered. She had never assumed Sarah's triceps were so horseshoe-shaped. Maybe it was all a dream and she didn't realise it. Maybe it was a cruel, sadistic trick being played on her by her own mind. Mind games.

But the muscle was all real. Even if it were only just visible enough to notice; the small splits in her peaks; the blood that pumped its way through her system to help goad those very peaks to larger sizes and give her physique a more professional-bodybuilder-like appearance. She yearned for teardrops in her quads. Maybe, one day, she'd not only have them, but the best and biggest there ever.

Steve didn't notice Sarah though. He was too engrossed in his victory-drunken haze to notice Sarah's physical developments, too busy in the midst of flexing his own large and strong muscles to care. He was still much bigger, both physically and in regards to ego. He was arguably as big as a prize bull.

Sarah gripped the barbell tightly, and took a few short breaths. This was the moment when she would either prove her point or break her back. She would've preferred the former over the latter, but would just have to accept whatever happened as what was supposed to happen.

She zoned out for a moment, and before she knew it, was repping the barbell with succession. The resistance was only just manageable for her. By the time she reached her fifteenth rep, a fair gathering of the other girls was watching her.

Claire reacted differently from the other girls though. Her throat was dry and her eyes were fixed on Sarah's muscles almost to the point where she stared in a muscle-lust haze. Her eyes travelled across Sarah's spread lats and slightly mushrooming traps, down to her modestly bulging biceps to her quads that were slowly erupting into teardrops. Was it all too much muscle for her to handle so suddenly? Of course, considering Claire never knew Sarah looked so hot. Did she care about it? Well, the more muscle, the better.

///

Eventually, Claire zoned out of her fixation just as Sarah's arms failed and caused her to drop the barbell onto the mats. She failed to out-rep Steve, but based on the faces of the other girls, the challenge wasn't exactly the highlight of the class anymore.

Sarah finally caught onto the fact her muscles were on show for all to see, and embarrassingly covered them up with her zipper. Her confidence had grown, but only to the extent that it allowed her to openly challenge Steve. She wasn't ready to flaunt her muscles yet. But it might've been too late by now.

Ironically, it was at that point Mr Brayson finally returned to the gym. He wasn't pleased to see the barbell sprawled carelessly across the mats, much less to see his pupils appear as though they'd done something wrong.

///

One phone call to her father later, Sarah sat in the classroom with her head low. She knew she was likely in deep shit. How was her father going to react when he confronted her later about the incident in the gym?

Claire could also feel Sarah's worry as if it were her own, as if she was affected personally as well.

Despite her worry, Sarah had to focus on the classwork at hand: an assignment that involved having to work together with someone else. That was going to prove difficult, considering most of the students in her class avoided her like the plague for the reason that she was an outcast. Some of those students doubly avoided her since the events in the gym.

It wasn't all bad though.

"What is it? Sarah asked curiously, her head slightly turned in Claire's direction as she sat down next to her.

Claire sighed and took a moment to look around the classroom. All the other students were either working or, worse, staring directly at Sarah. News of her actions at the gym spread like wildfire. "You're obviously without a partner for this assignment. And I doubt you'll be getting one any time soon."

Sarah groaned. She searched inside Claire for the reason why she sat beside her. She may have stuck up for her once in the past, but she was no friend. "Yeah, and?"

"look. You're obviously friendless. The evidence is there; all 18 pairs of eyes occasionally stare at you when you're not looking, the question 'how could she do that, be strong yet look like a woman?' is played on a continuous loop in their heads."

Sarah squinted her eyes at Claire. Just what was she getting at?

"Eventually the question's going to be: is 'she' really a guy playing dress up?" she added.

"Let them think that. I don't really care." At that point, all Sarah did care was figuring out why Claire suddenly decided to jump into her life a little more personally. Was it 'meant to be'?

But then Sarah lowered her eyes in the sudden realisation that what Claire said was the truth. As if things weren't bad enough for her, eventually they were going to get worse now that word of her little incident in the gym got out.

"You're going to need someone at your side when that happens." Claire smiled affectionately. "I'm willing to be that someone. But if you're going to bitch about the fact I simply took a seat next to you-" she moved out of her seat to leave, but Sarah tugged at her shirt.

"No, no. Please. You're right." Sarah knew by then she came off too harshly at Claire. But something bit at her.

"But why now?" she urged. "Why not last year when you were in my class then? When I had to shamefully strip down to my pants in front of everybody at a party just so a rumour that I kissed someone wouldn't spread?"

It was Claire's turn to be angry, but at herself. Truthfully, she didn't know Sarah had to go through that.

"Can you keep a secret? Claire whispered, sitting down on the seat again.

Sarah nodded.

"I've always been into... saradas" Claire began.

Sarah raised her brow in curiosity.

"And your, um, 'incident' at the gym heightened that significantly."

At that moment Sarah remembered when she found Claire's bag and opened it to find the stuff related to female bodybuilding and female muscle growth. Should she tell her the truth?

Claire interpreted Sarah's silence as attentive listening. "What I'm trying to say is-"

"You... like me?" That was all Sarah knew she had to say. A faint smile spread across her lips because she knew it was the truth.

"...yeah." Claire mirrored the smile. "I hope you're not creeped out by that."

"No, no." Sarah smirked. "I'm not creeped out at all." She actually found Claire's honest statement to be quite appealing.

"I've always liked you" Claire added. That was what was most important. Her feelings for Sarah weren't fleeting. They were real, honest feelings. And they were there to stay.

There was but one thing that still bit at Claire. "But what was the point in your challenging Steve? I mean, even I knew you wouldn't out-rep him."

"It was never my intention to beat him, though" Sarah revealed. "I knew I couldn't beat him."

Claire was confused now. If Sarah knew she couldn't beat Steve, why did she decide to challenge him?

"I did it because I wanted to show him women can be strong and confident too" Sarah explained, "not just miserable floor-scrubbing housewives twenty-four-seven."

Claire knew she didn't need to be convinced by that. Her own mother was a prime example of a strong, confident, and independent woman, after all. But Sarah was awfully specific on her example of a not-so-confident woman, wasn't she?

'I can understand that" Claire said.

Sarah rubbed her arms. They ached painfully from the jerking she somehow managed to do without proper training. Claire noticed it too.

"I propose we do the assignment together. You won't get far on your own, otherwise" she said. Claire was the voice of reason it seemed because, again, what she said was true. "And if you'd like, I could teach you a few things about working out. You need to work on that jerking form of yours."

Sarah chuckled. "It's a deal."

[Amnoartist]

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This was a photo morph generously produced by an old friend of mine, who contributed greatly to the series' storyline. Unfortunately, I don't know the original face donor's name, so it would impossible for me to answer any questions who she is.

I have a bunch of photo morph pics we made to help tell the story, one from each chapter. Let me know if there are any of them (from current to yet-to-be uploaded chapters) you'd like to see and I'll do what I can about uploading them too.

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Chapter 6: Blind Lust

Sarah checked herself out in the mirror pleased as Punch. She had achieved her goal of wooing Claire, packed on as much muscle necessary to do so. It was both easy to do and happened freakishly fast, and rewarded her with what she wanted in return, but didn't come without its problems.

Her father Harry didn't respond as well as she hoped. After months of quietly observing her pack on as much muscle to rival the Hulk, Harry had enough of Sarah's "sickness," and could no longer abide it. So he left, caring not for how either Sarah or Anthony took it.

While it was viewed as an illness to Harry, Sarah had never, in fact, felt healthier. She didn't care for how her father considered her, whether a freak or something alien. What mattered was what she saw in herself: perfection.

Triumphantly, she raised her arms up into a flex, whose mass closed in round the width of the mirror like an overstuffed, muscle supplement dependent muffin with a 90:10 muscle-fat body mass ratio. She was truly a sight to behold, and she knew that as well as countless other things. God, I'm so jacked! She brought her body down into a bone-grinding most muscular that caused every muscle on her body to thicken and bulge without restraint, every vein to pop and throb and make its way to the surface of her skin.

Despite being freakishly large in size, Sarah's muscles were all natural. They were bone dry and retained no water, the otherwise most commonplace characteristic of illegal substance abuse.

Through the mirror's reflection Sarah saw Claire blindfolded as requested, and stripped down to her bra and underpants. It had initially taken them both some time to work up to what they were about to do, but now both girls were going to have some much needed release.

Sarah was glad her carefully drafted workout and diet plan for Claire was working, and finally showing results. The brunette's arms were fuller and more defined now, reinforced by the small yet substantially evident network of veins that extended over the surface of her arms from her delts down to her wrists.

"I've waited a long time to do this, you know" Claire confessed with a giggle. "How long's it been since I suggested it? What, four, five months?"

"Something like that" Sarah responded as she felt the muscles in her chest impulsively flex with her every delicate breath. Her quads rippled as she turned to face Claire. "But let's focus on the now."

The contrast in both women was stark. Not only was Sarah more muscular than Claire, but she was taller too, albeit, only by a few inches. But that wasn't a problem for either of them. Sarah liked the added loftiness she possessed as it made her look and feel more powerful than she already was, and Claire liked it because it mirrored one of her favourite aspects from the FMG stories she read.

"Okay, follow my voice" Sarah watched as Claire, in delicate baby steps, started to walk in the direction of Sarah's dulcet tones, her arms held out in front of her, giggling.

"What are you wearing?" Claire asked, stopping dead in her tracks inches from a footstool.

"You remember that lingerie set you wanted me to get?" Sarah said with a smile.

Claire gulped. "You mean the Femme Magnifique set?" Sarah knew the lingerie set would blow Claire's mind, which was why she teased her blindfolded lover with such passion and desire. "God, I can't believe it. You actually bought it!"

However that wasn't the case. Sarah never wore the lingerie at all, and was, in fact, standing there stark naked, her glutes flexed and facing the mirror. Sarah knew Claire would want to take the blindfold off there and then if she was told Sarah was actually stripped bare.

But Sarah loved to tease Claire. She, by and large, lived for it.

Through careful perception, Claire was finally stood in front of Sarah after avoiding the footstool by a hair's breadth. She felt Sarah's gentle breaths on her scalp. "So, what do you want me to do now?"

Sarah scoffed. After all the time they'd both spent waiting to do it, then finally getting the chance, Claire was at a loss? "There's no need to play the fool." Sarah noticed Claire's cute yet reserved smile. "We both know what you want to do."

"Still blindfolded?" Claire questioned. Somehow, she sensed Sarah's nod of agreement. "Oh, you're such a damn tease, girl."

Sarah flexed her right bicep, and her small mountain of steel-like she-flesh rose to a peak. "There's no need to bitch about it" she laughed. "Besides, it adds to the fun and mystery of it all."

Claire knew Sarah was right. The blindfold may have obstructed her visually taking in the absolute massiveness of her loved one, but in doing so it would've enhanced her creative power, make her wildly guess just how big Sarah really was.

Sarah gently took a hold of Claire's hand and guided it to her flexed bicep. Claire's mouth fell open as she grasped the powerful limb tightly. Never in her life had she felt a muscle so hard. She had caressed her own biceps over the last few weeks she'd been training, but they were never as hard as Sarah's. And probably never would be.

Sarah smirked at how easily Claire had succumbed to her, to the power she possessed and flowed through her. Claire was the loyal submissive serf and she the master.

"Imagine it, if you can, knowing there's all this muscle and power in front of you, flexed to its max and huge" Sarah teased. "Yet you can't do anything but guess how big I am because the blindfold restricts you, prevents you from seeing how big a bicep you have your dainty little hand on."

Claire took both her hands now and settled them on Sarah's bicep. If only she knew even with both hands on it Sarah's bicep was still larger, the digits of her smaller lover's hands barely encompassing it.

"Don't get me wrong" Sarah said in between shaking her head at how futilely Claire tried to squeeze down on her bicep. "You're filling out quite nicely yourself."

Claire's bicep tensed as she continued her embracing of Sarah's titanic limb with her hands. Veins popped and skin stretched as she fervently continued to caress her lover's arm. "You really think so?"

The behemoth of a woman who was Sarah moved her eyes downwards to Claire's budding teardrop quads, which rippled slightly from the tension brought on by her squeezing. The redhead was still pleased by the fact her carefully thought-out diet and workout plan worked for Claire, as all else failed and she knew drugs wasn't an option either of them would be willing to explore. "No. I know so. The evidence to support it is..." she grinned as she tightly cupped Claire's butt with her hands. "...hard to deny." She smiled seductively.

"Whoah!" Claire cried out in surprise just before she moved arms down next to Sarah's. She didn't expect Sarah to be upfront so quickly. "Well, I have been doing my squats like you told me."

"I can feel that" Sarah said in the midst of clenching Claire's butt tighter.

"Not to mention today just so happened to be hump day" Claire divulged. "I tried warming with my max for a change, and got such a pump, I thought my glutes would tear through my skin and shorts!" she grit her teeth at the thought of her gluteus muscles becoming so swollen from their pump they truly did tear their way through her skin and shorts.

While she didn't know it, Claire was breast-to-breast with Sarah now, both women rather intimately in contact with one another, one comically larger than the other. Sarah didn't tell Claire. Instead, she decided to enjoy the moment for what it was, having never gotten so close to her before.

It was now because they were so close to one another that the contrast between both women was emphasised more than before. Sarah's traps were thicker than a bull's thighs, woven together with a network of veins thicker than pencil lead. Her calves were only a few inches from being the same size as Claire's head, while her quads were, similarly, just shy of being as wide as the Raven-haired beau herself.

To cut a long story short, Sarah was an absolute monster of a girl, capable of such things likely only achievable in movies and comic books if she put her body through them.

While Claire was undoubtedly smaller than the red headed giant mass of twitchy, throbbing she-muscle, she and Sarah were on a mission to be as big as each other. And it was working faster than they thought.

After inspecting her cheese-grating abs, Sarah took hold of Claire's hands and rested them on her shoulders. "I'm going to remove the blindfold now." There was a moment of anticipated silence. "Are you ready?"

Claire nodded.

Carefully and slowly, to build anticipation, Sarah removed Claire's blindfold.

She blinked, then came face-to-face with her lover for the first time in a fortnight. Waiting that long was of both girls' choosing, to give Sarah time to gain some more mass. And it worked. "Oh, fuck me" she cried out in surprise at Sarah's hugeness.

"Gladly" Sarah said with a smile as she lightly pushed Claire down onto the bed, and started to go down on her.

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The alarm sounded, blasting loudly in Sarah's ears. She turned over on her side with a smile, expecting Claire's sexed out body sprawled across the bed.

But she wasn't there.

Blinking confusedly, Sarah sat up. She was surprised to find herself alone not in the hotel room, but her own bedroom. Not only that, but she wasn't as hulking large as she presumed herself to be either; instead, she was only just as big as she was after her challenge with Steve.

It was all a dream: The hotel room; Claire being blindfolded and dressed in nothing but her bra and panties; the fact Sarah was bigger than the Hulk. All of it... a dream.

It may have been a dream, but it was a damn good one. That, and Sarah knew she was going to take it to the next level by making it part of reality.

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Chapter 7: Connecting the Dots

Sarah practically jumped off the couch when she heard Anthony's front door being knocked. With a smile she bounded from her comfortable position, knowing exactly who it was.

"Is that her?" Anthony asked from the kitchen. Over the last couple of days, he'd listened to Sarah talk energetically about Claire, the girl he knew next to nothing about. However, within that time, he now felt like he knew the young woman personally.

"Yeah, I think so." Sarah walked along the hall and peered intently through the glass of the door as she approached it. She saw the long raven hair at first, curled back behind the ears, followed by the seemingly generic workout top. "Yeah, it's her." She slowly pulled the door open.

Claire smiled. "Hey there. Exactly two o'clock, just like I said." The raven-haired woman was clearly enthusiastic about her workout as she held a protein shake in one hand, and a duffel bag - no doubt with fresh clothes inside - slung over her left shoulder. "Ready to get our swole on?"

Sarah stood stiff for a moment with a lump in her throat. She knew Claire was eager to workout, to help her learn how to do clean and jerk properly, but not this eager. Not that she was complaining or anything. It was just a surprise, and a welcome one at that.

"Oh, sure." The redhead mirrored Claire's smile before gesturing for her to enter the house. "Come on in."

Anthony emerged from the kitchen, having just finished up cleaning the dishes. Just like with his younger sibling, he was a good few inches taller than Claire. Not to mention a good deal thicker too. He was certain that would eventually change in regards to Sarah - sometime in the future, she would be just as muscular as him, if not even more so.

Anthony extended his hand out to Claire. "I'm Anthony, Sarah's older brother. Nice to meet you."

Claire was initially hesitant to shake hands with Anthony. It was her first time meeting him, and didn't expect him to appear as big as he was. Claire saw the muscles on Steve back in college, and they were pretty big, but Anthony's—

Claire shook Anthony's hand.

"So, as I understand it, you're here for quite the workout." Anthony was aware Claire was at least dressed for the occasion, but he had done enough workouts at public gyms to know it was simply an act for some people. He hoped Claire wasn't one of those people, that she really was at his home to get a good workout in.

"That's right." Claire was more than eager. In fact, she had already taken some of her mother's Ultra Bulk pre-workout before leaving, and was beginning to feel it kick in. "Time to climb aboard the gains train." She crunched down into a most muscular pose with no muscle to show for it, and mimicked a roar, but she didn't care. She was confident enough to do it because she wanted to. "Damn; not even a hint of a bulging muscle." She frowned.

Anthony snickered. "Don't worry. We'll be sure to work you hard." He pointed down the hall. "The gym's down the stairs. I and Sarah will be with you in a minute." Sarah blinked with confusion.

"Alright." Claire started bounding down the hall, her duffel bag bouncing off her back.

Anthony waited until Claire was downstairs before pulling Sarah in. "Right, um... when you're working out today..." he sucked in air. "...try, please, to keep displaying your... 'gift' down to a minimum, if you can."

Sarah nodded in spite of knowing her ability to grow wasn't something she could control. In reality, the redhead really wanted to start cutting loose now, get as ripped as possiblr right in front of Claire, for Claire. But the more she thought about it, the more she realised Anthony was right, being her guardian angel as ever. Of course, Sarah knew Claire liked muscular women from the picture she found in her bag a couple of weeks ago, but that was no real basis of indication that she only liked women that big. Maybe that was her cut-off point, maybe Sarah would end up becoming too big for Claire to handle, and put her off muscular women for good, and— "Of course."

"We don't want to freak her out." Anthony began to descend down the stairs to the basement gym, but stopped. "And I know you can't afford to do that." He knowingly smiled for a moment.

Sarah blinked. What did Anthony mean by that? Surely, he didn't know— No. He couldn't have. She didn't tell him, and didn't plan to. Not yet at least.

"And what did you say the reason was for our workout here again?" Anthony heard Claire softly grunt in the background, likely stacking some plates together, or she was so eager with her workout, she was already on it. "You didn't tell her about dad, did you?"

"No." Somehow the very mention of her father irked Sarah. Her fists were clenched, teeth gritted. "And I don't plan to." This was about Sarah and Claire, not Sarah and her father. He wasn't going to get in the way of her happiness. Anthony was ought to realise that.

"Good. Keep it that way." Anthony continued his descent for a moment before stopping, and turned back to Sarah. "Now go get changed into that new workout gear you bought. It's time to impress your girl."  He smiled once more.

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The reverberations of weights and sharp, struggling exhales filled the gym, Sarah's reddened face covered the mirror as she pulled the barbell rack up, her legs burning, aching. Beads of sweat trickled down her brow and edge of her nose, lifting higher, but slower. Her legs surged with strength and vigour, their every tendon and muscle fibre twitching and throbbing.

Claire and Anthony stood behind the redhead as her spotters, the brunette clad in a stylish sports bra and leggings, the older, larger male in his muscle shirt and shorts. They were like a second skin to him, he wore them so often during his workouts.

Despite being one of them, Anthony was starting to come to terms with the fact Sarah barely needed a spotter. It was all just for show really, to play the role of the supportive older sibling even though the younger and smaller one wouldn't be so 'small' anytime soon. At the same time, Sarah knew she finally found something she loved, and Anthony was going to make sure she wasn't going to lose it. They both had to play their cards right, too, had to make sure they didn't freak Claire out.

Her attention was solely on Sarah, her eyes moving up and down, left and right of the redhead's budding physique. Claire was pretty sure Sarah's workout gear was tighter, more close-fitting than it was earlier. It was probably just wishful thinking, hoping she had some sort of easy-gainer gene often referred to in FMG stories she loved to read on a daily basis.

Truthfully, the longer Claire looked at Sarah squatting, the more muscular she imagined her to be, going from the physique level build she possessed currently to something a lot more restricted to the fantastical stories she read.

Sarah released a soft feminine grunt as she pulled the barbell back up to the rack and set it down. At its current weight of 130KG, it sure was a remarkable feat for the girl considering she'd only been working out for less than a month.

"There we go" Anthony called out as he offered Sarah her a bottle of isotonic. "You take a breather, let Claire take this next one."
Sarah nodded. Claire though, was a bit apprehensive.

"I'm all ready for getting gains and all that, but I don't want to hurt myself." She examined the squat rack for a moment, unsure. "I mean; I don't want to break my back in my first workout here."

Anthony chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He felt Claire's worry for a moment as if it were his own; as if it were infectious. "Just take it in slow, easy steps."

"Yeah. We'll be spotting for you anyway," Sarah said, wiping down her quads with a cold, wet towel, "so if anything does happen to you we'll be partly to blame." She couldn't resist the temptation to flex her quads after having given them such a spectacular pump. She noticed they were just slightly bigger than before. Would Claire have noticed?

Her shoulders resting on the barbell, Claire started to squat, doing so with less weight than Sarah, but no less impressive or exciting for the redhead to look at. Claire's grunts were just as forceful as Sarah's, a sharp exhale following the end of her every thrust. Whilst performing her squats, she imagined herself as one of the girls in the stories she read, where her muscles instantly grew in response to the resistance applied to them. Of course, it was but wishful thinking. If only she at least knew someone who was an easy gainer...

"That's it girl, come on." Sarah's persistent motivational shouts reverberated in tandem with Claire's grunts and gasps. "You can do it! Keep going!"

Through gritted teeth Claire's breaths eventually quickened, feeling her quads literally burn as she pulled up for her eighth rep. Another two to go. The sweat of her brow trickled so low it cascaded to her lip.

"Come on, one more!" Anthony's relentlessness was just as powerful as his sister's, though a fair of his concentration was on keeping the barbell steady. God knows how Sarah would react if Claire was injured and he was the cause of it for not keeping his head in the game.

The extra weight finally off her back with help from Sarah and Anthony, Claire pulled away from the squat rack. "That felt good" she confessed, her breaths shallow, each inhale emphasising the brunette's budding six-pack. Comparing hers to Anthony's, his was more prominent and thick, sharply defined. Though, comparing his to Sarah's—

Sarah blushed when Claire crunched her abs down into a flex, her sports bra becoming somewhat taut by means of the action.
"Gonna get abs of steel eventually" the brunette called. She giggled. "Will take some time, but we'll get there, and then you'll be able to grate cheese on 'em."

"Like these, you mean?" Sarah teased Mimicking the action, she flexed her abdominals that were clearly superior to her older brother's, showcasing an Adonis belt and sharply defined serratus muscles.

This time Claire was the person to exchange a blush, her face even redder than Sarah's. Claire didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Her body spoke for her.

"Well, that's the workout done for the day." Anthony wiped down the squat rack with a wipe then with a fresh cold towel he used only for wiping the equipment. "Let's get cleaned up."

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Claire stood just a few inches from the front door, her hand grasping the handle. "I loved that workout." Even after a full half-hour of resting with Sarah and Anthony her legs were shaking. But that was good – that meant her body was worked hard, which is what she wanted and needed to be as big as Sarah. "Same tomorrow?"

Sarah nodded, then followed it with a tender-hearted smile. "Sure, definitely."

The two girls stared at one another for a moment, both subconsciously mimicking each other's movements, the smallest of whom guided her eyes from Sarah's quads to her traps, all of which were still bulging.

"I'll be there then." Claire opened the door and put one through its threshold to the outside. "Around two o'clock."

She was just about to head off when Sarah pulled her in again by the wrist, then almost suddenly, but so rightly, locked lips with her. All the girls' senses suddenly went numb, leaving them both wanting nothing but to be in each other's grasp.

The kiss persisted, their tongues interchangeably wagging, their pumped up bodies pressed against each other intimately, Claire's hand gently touching Sarah's abdominals, her hand sifting through Claire's brunette locks.

The moment passed and Claire gently pulled away, biting her lip as she looked to Sarah. "Make that one o'clock."

Sarah smiled, her grin a curve that suggested 'you got it, babe.' A smile. Such a a powerful thing.

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Maybe A Little Too Big
Written & edited by Amnoartist
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The helicopter cut around the building at top speed, swerving sharply enough for a gust of morning air to charge at Brianna's face and fill her lungs. It looked like she needed the jolt of energy, given her eyes were baggy and hair dishevelled, as though it had been left unkempt. The truth was, she just didn't have time to better her appearance. The news report that just came in wouldn't allow it. It wasn't often they got a scoop quite like this one and Brianna wanted to look her best for it. She didn't get all the details though - just that it was perhaps the quirkiest story yet!

"So, what's the scoop again?" She whipped a strand of hair over her ear as her cameraman Jay opened his laptop to reveal a paused video that appeared to be nothing but a wall of flesh-coloured mass filling the frame.

"We sent a drone ahead of us about ten minutes ago to see what it could find and give us." Jay didn't even have to look at Brianna to tell she already knew what was coming next; it was as if he could feel her curiosity. Or maybe it was just her gentle breath gracing his neck. "This is what we got hit back with."

Jay played the video and saw from the corner of his spectacled eye Brianna's awed expression. He did the exact same thing when he first saw it, and every time after that it just seemed to become more and more intriguing, mesmerising. The so-called "wall of flesh-coloured mass" was, in actual fact, almost exactly that: twitching, throbbing, veiny muscle. It wasn't just that, though. As the video progressed, Brianna came to realise the mound of flesh every now and then soared higher, as if it grew. Brianna's mind numbed at the prospect of seeing something so otherworldly with her own jade green eyes.

The helicopter curved again, passing a tall building, wind sharply gusting from behind to stroke the nape of her neck, giving the young reporter an unexpected chill. Perhaps an omen of things to come?

Jay packed his computer away and started giving his camera equipment a final check-up. Camera: check. Batteries: check. Tripod: check. Everything seemed in order. The pair just had to make sure they had the proper mindset for what was to come.

"We're doing a report on that?" When news broke of the scoop of a lifetime, Brianna expected it to be something life-changing, like the announcement of the cure for a disease, not this, whatever 'this' was. Seeing the video actually made her somewhat sick to the stomach, completely juxtaposing Jay's opinion. If he could tell what Brianna was thinking, he'd understand her opinion, but—

"There's a lot of money riding on this, you know." He knew that got her attention, and perhaps even motivated her to at least act interested in what was to come, even if it was just for the money. Jay knew Brianna well enough that he could already tell what her next question would be, so he beat her to the punch. "If all goes well with this, we could each easily see half a million in our bank."

Half a million: that was quite the motivator, to say the least. Even so, Brianna couldn't deny the uncertainty of future events. Regardless she feigned a smile, mostly out of pity for Jay's sake. Not that it mattered much...

"Uh...you better come see this." The unnerved tone in the pilot's voice pretty much spoke for him. Perhaps Brianna was right to think this was a bad idea. Right now, she and Jay's lives were in the pilot's hands, and if he was truly as alarmed as revealed, maybe things might not be so good after all. Brianna scrambled from her seat and awkwardly stumbled to the pilot's side, who pointed shakily to the bulging mound of flesh blocking the copter's path. Brianna eyeballed the towering mass of freakish mass curiously, though with hints of shock, trepidation and revulsion underlying. The mass of bulging muscular flesh seemed to range within the dozens of feet tall at first, but as the helicopter drew closer, the mass' true height was revealed to be in the hundreds.

"What is that?" That was all Brianna managed to say; her mind struggled to properly come to terms with the existence of something so—
"That, Bri, is our story" Jay revealed with confidence.

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Sandra was ecstatic. Every had gone according to plan: her daughter and son in-law going on their trip; the sex; the growth! Everything was perfect, and soon the news crew would arrive. She was naked, but didn't care; she no longer had a home because her inhuman massiveness burst through it, but didn't care; she was being videoed, blogged, snapped and who knows what else by an ever-growing crowd, but didn't care. In actual fact, Sandra had almost anticipated the crowd to form, and it only seemed to grow larger as she did. You couldn't possibly put into word just how large Sandra truly was, and yet she was barely done.

The seventy-plus-year-old craned her left arm up into a flex and listened to its peak shoot up into the sky, near the clouds. Jay's drone circled round the full meatiness of the woman's arm, taking a full four minutes to do so, capturing every flexing tendon, bulging vein and striated inch of wrinkled she-meat it could. Sandra was, however, in her own little way, upset. In as little as thirty minutes prior, she seductively licked her peak to tease Jordan, but now it soared high above her peripheral vision. She was no taller than the dainty five-foot four grandmother Jordan knew, as the only thing that seemed to grow were her biceps. Everything else was the same. As her bicep finally reached its apex height of nine hundred feet, equating to ten thousand and eight hundred inches, Sandra's triceps soon followed, jutting downward until it scraped across the grass of her front garden, just a few feet away from the naked unconsciousness of a teenage boy, who somehow managed to maintain an evident erection despite his predicament.

A wrinkled smile formed on Sandra's lips as the unmistakable rotating of a helicopter's blades were soon heard, signalling the impending arrival of Jay and Brianna, who had taken some time during their fateful descent to compose themselves. Jay, though, sported an unquestionable erection poking from his jeans. The reporting duo withdrew from their transport, Jay clutching the bulky heaviness of the camera while Brianna adjusted the tightness of her skirt around her firm arse. When they eventually met the imposing, gargantuan massiveness of Sandra, neither of them knew what to say. What could you say to someone so big? There was no guide on how to deal with such a matter as this. Even so, Sandra figuratively took their hand.

"Ah. Seems you got my tip-off, then." She clocked the duo's evident shock at her revelation. Why would she tip herself off? Why would she want to reveal herself as this massive...thing. "Thing" was the only true way to describe Sandra at this point. Sure, she had the anatomy of a human female, but neither of them, until now apparently, could ever get so large. Despite that, it was clear Sandra wiped any doubt from their minds, and saw fit to reveal why she wanted to inform Brianna and Jay about herself. "I'll get right round to it: I want to tell you how I got this big. For your story."

It went without saying confusion struck Brianna, but she couldn't deny the hint of curiosity brewing within her. She clocked Sandra confidently thumbing towards the unconscious teen behind her, her towering bicep rumbling as it shot skyward once more, indicating the event in question somehow involved him, and— she revealed a bottle of pills held securely within the palm of her wrinkled, dainty hand.
Brianna's curiosity heightened. "Who is he, though?"

Sandra knew that was a difficult subject to broach around so many people, let alone the news. She didn't want anyone to know she just had a racy romp with her own grandson Jordan, so had to think of something fast that could throw them all off the scent. "He's Keith, a male gigolo." Brianna's brain was quick to connect the dots: the pills and sex between Keith helped with the growth, she presumed. "Do tell. For our report, of course."

"Well..."

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Half an hour earlier...

"You know, if my mum ever finds out what we've been doing for the past few weeks, she'll—"

Jordan didn't get the chance to finish his words, taken surprise by his bodybuilding grandmother wrapping her arm around his thick and erect cock squeezing it violently in the crook, watching it ever so slightly thicken in the space. The bottle of pills she'd bought hadn't been used yet, but her arousal prompted the Mr Olympia shaming granny to reach for it while Jordan fought back the developing drool at the corner of his lip.

The bottle of pills now in-hand, Sandra read the label aloud. Somehow, doing so prompted Jordan to harden up even more in the rook of her arm, the meatus of his cock jutting out from her triceps. "Gro XXX. Recommended dosage: two pills." Sandra knocked the bottle back and presumably consumed the lot, audibly gulping as each pill visibly slid down her muscular throat and hit the insides of her equally muscular, washboard gut. The woman could tell Jordan was surprised by her brazen action, but even at her age, she was still quite the daredevil. "You want the best sex, right?" she enquired seductively, nibbling his ear.

Jordan clocked a pill on the bedsheets from the corner of his eye. It must've slid out of the bottle just before Sandra greedily downed the rest. An idea forming in his head, he took the pill and with great care, placed it on the tip of his cock with perfect balance. "Maybe start there, then" he suggested lewdly.

Taking the hint, Sandra wordlessly engulfed Jordan's cock and practically inhaled the pill to meet with the rest that was already working in her system. Each suck came faster than the one before it, her hand ever tightening its grip on the willing teen's shaft, and before they both knew it, she started growing. It was quick, maybe even too quick for Jordan to enjoy. He could feel Sandra's increasing weight bear down on his legs, but— it was clear this was what Sandra wanted. It was what she planned. She'd already tipped off the news about what would happen, long before it even happened. She could feel it, her arms expanding. She could feel it, see it, hear it, and wanted more. It seemed her body had been bent to her will, bursting muscles upon muscles through the then-tight nightie to reveal the abs formerly hiding underneath. Heightened arousal prompted to Sandra not only quicken her BJ, but bite on Jordan's cock as it thickened in her mouth, brushing against the insides of her cheeks. As this happened, Sandra's triceps ballooned through the house's walls and crashed through the garden fence, all while she made sure to buckle Jordan down so he couldn't escape. She was his now. She grapevined him...

"Hold still now sweetie." Sandra was deaf to Jordan's muffled calls of protest as her biceps swelled over his full body, squirming veins pushing to the surface of her skin, the innermost tendons pulsing frantically. "Granny needs to grow."

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There' s no too big.  So I hope there will be another chapter of this great story.

I concur with Phil.

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