+Notable Author: [Amnoartist] Big Society: College Beef [Complete]

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Big Society: College Beef (Complete)
Written and edited by Amnoartist
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Part 1

You woke up that morning under the assumption your daily routine would be boring as usual: eat breakfast, get washed and dressed... But you couldn't be anymore wrong, life couldn't have changed anymore drastically than it did over the last six hours.

When your eyes flickered open, you immediately felt something was different, odd. But it was hard to place. It was a nagging feeling that buzzed in the back of your head, whatever that change was. At any rate, you rose from the bed and dragged your feet across the floor in your venture towards the bathroom, blindly trudging past your younger sister's bedroom, the frame of her bed somehow split in two!

Groggily, you politely knocked on the door. "Anyone in there?" You call in, your hand coiled round the door's brass handle.

"I'm busy!" your sister your sister snapped. You heard a grunt from beyond the door, a look of disgust painted on your face. You didn't want to hear your sibling emptying her bowels.

"Well, how much longer you gonna be?" You asked.

your sister groaned, pulling the door open with a frightful jerking swing. "Can't you see I'm trying to get a flex in?"

The sudden moment of realisation hit you like a brick. your sister stood there in her bright pink underwear with folded arms, one leg extended to the side, muscles bulging, rippling, flaring. You blinked controllably, your brain frazzled. This wasn't your sister. Sure, she had her face, but-

"Wha-what happened to you?" You blurted out, sizing your sister up from head to toe, shoulder to shoulder, or, to be more figuratively accurate, from boulder to boulder. You're convinced this is a really weird dream.

"What's that supposed to mean?" your sister inquired with a curved brow, pressing her striated shoulder against the door frame,casually listening to it split as if it was an everyday occurrence. "I've not shrunk, have I?" She flexed her bicep casually, watching it rise to a peak with mock concern before smiling.

All you did in response was gulp. This was all hard for you to take in. your sister had basically grown muscles overnight, and not only that, but they were bigger than your own! In spite of that, you repeated yourself quietly.

"Did you hit your head or something?" your sister approached you slowly, basically invading your space. She was, frightfully, taller than you as well as wider!

It wasn't a strange puberty thing, was it?

"No, no. It's just... you're so..." you groaned in defeat, not entirely sure how to respond. your sister likely had the strength to bend you to her will, so getting on her bad side wouldn't exactly be a wise decision.

"Big? Well, of course I am." your sister brushed past you to enter her room, observing the derelict remains of her bed with a grin that suggested victory. "I've always been like that."

your sister's statement only made your brain frazzle up even more, forcing you to rub your temples with a groan. You know she wasn't like that less than nine hours prior.

"Besides..."  your sister turned slightly to face you, twisting her pelvis. "It's hard to forget Mum's bigger anyway."

You froze up, blinking and rooted to the carpet with shock. "What?"

your sister tutted. "Okay, now you're just taking the piss."

If only she knew how you, her older yet smaller sibling, felt...

Your breakfast that morning was, in a sense, interesting. Never in your life, or in the last nine hours, to be exact, did you know someone could pack away so much food. You were too absorbed by your mother and sister's apparent gluttony to focus on your own bowl of cereal, now soggy from its abandonment.

Your sister's statement about your mother being the largest of the two was, indeed, nothing to be taken lightly. Where your sibling ranked in size, your caring mother more than dwarfed that; her relaxed arm was thicker than your sister's waist!

It went without saying their freakish mass was accompanied by an equally monstrous diet. Your mother's breakfast that morning consisted of what must've been a full pig's worth of bacon, with several large eggs. Essentially a heart attack on a plate. But the expression she displayed to only you - that of knowingness - gave the impression she was more than able to handle it.

Your sister's meal was something of a healthier nature, but no less impressive in regards to how much of it there was - several litres of Quark.

Your father though, appeared completely unfazed by the physical changes his wife and daughter underwent during the night, as if only you were aware of them.

It just became increasingly weirder and weirder for you. It had better been a dream or nightmare of some sort.

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After breakfast, you watched the TV whilst uncomfortably wedged between your sister and mother's burgeoning muscles. At any rate, you watched the TV just so I t would put your mind off the weirdness around you.

The stage-oriented show started with the audience cheering as the lights dimmed, then a single spotlight popped on, creating a moody atmosphere.

"What we watching, exactly?" You asked your mother, your cheek patiently pressed against her deltoid as she shifted slightly.

"Don't you remember?" She returned, her expression one of confusion, quite like the same your sister had when she thought you were playing her for a fool about how she got big.

The expression you gave in return cemented the fact you were just as confused as ever. If not, more so.

"You really have hit your head off something, haven't you?" your sister commented.

The curtains on the stage drew back as a lone, huge person, a woman, made her way to the spotlight, clad in an extravagant bikini, muscles bulging without her having to flex them.

It's then you realise who woman actually is, an expression of total horror painted across your face. No."

"It's your grandma's private posing show!" Your mother announced cheerfully, as if she expected you to react equally in turn.

Sure enough, you did react. Just not the way she hoped - the horrified look intensified, but due to you being squashed between her and your sister, it was barely noticeable.

Your grandma's first pose is a back double bicep, where she slowly swept to the left at first to accentuate her bulging thigh; striated and vascular, a network of veins plastered at her crotch.

The audience cheered, clapping and whistling wildly as your grandma pulled into her next pose; a side-chest position that put a focus on her inches-thick pecs.

Your mother and sister shared in the initial celebration, calling out your grandma's name as they reached for their individual bowls of food, cramming more calories into their huge frames.

However, you still bore a sense of abhorrence to the whole situation.

Your grandma's next pose was a crab most muscular, her oiled chest pressing violently against the fabric of her bikini until it, rather expectedly, split free from her massiveness and flew into the crowd where you finally learned, after the camera shifted focus to them, all the women there were muscular too!

Every.

Single.

One.

Everything suddenly changed when your grandma groaned. You panicked, under the impression something was up. But then your mother, sister and the women in the audience started doing the same...

Their clothes shifted and pulled as you came to realise they started growing in sync, releasing moans of pleasure, sweat abruptly greasing their foreheads as their heartbeats quickened.

Even as her own respective growth took place, your grandma continued her private show, bearing down into an abs and thigh pose, taking a moment to give the meaty leg a slap that echoed through the auditorium, compelling the audience to cheer.

Your mother's blouse tore at the back to reveal her bubbling growth, while your sister's tube socks split to reveal her tightening calves. All this took place whist they sat, crushing you between them even harder than before, your consciousness fading in and out.

And then, you did fall into a state of unconsciousness as your grandma's bikini bottoms burst free from her elephantine frame, leaving her completely naked on the stage!!

You wake up what felt like a few hours later on your bed, reaching for the dull pain at the back of your head. You hear nothing but silence, believing everything you've experienced for the last few hours was nothing but a weird dream.

But then the door opened with a creak as your mother emerged with a trayful of food, confidently clad in nothing but frilly underwear, boasting her bodybuilder shaming physique, her shoulders so wide they almost touched the door frame!

"Ah, good. You're awake," she said with a smile, placing the tray on the unit next to you. "Made you some food to perk you up."

You observed the food for a moment. There's a lot more on it than you could ever hope to manage. "Um, thanks."

Your mother smiled for a moment, before leaving. It was then you realised you're not in a dream, this was real.

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[Amnoartist]

Hey guys. Wanted to treat you to a little something special and extra lengthy. A little while ago, I said I'd every so often post a Patreon story up here for you guys to read. Since the Big Society sub-series College Beef is done and dusted, I thought I'd release this in all its entirety. At the time when I first broached this idea with them, my Patrons were in agreement that this was a nice thing to do occasionally, so hopefully they still feel the same way now, and won't come at me with pitchforks. Let me know your thoughts on this too, as always.

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Big Society: College Beef

The events of the previous day were a subtle hint of the things to come for you. Sure, you were still trying to get your head wrapped round just how every female you knew and across the globe transformed into musclebound goddesses over the space of eight hours, but that... that could wait. It would need to wait.

There was no subtlety regarding the female half of your class' metamorphosis, however. Every time you "dared" to look at them, they just couldn't resist showing off, could they? A brazen shoulder shrug or deltoid pop here, a brisk yet cute smile to go alongside a deliberate, teasing pec flex there. Of course, you knew you really weren't really daring to look at them; each girl seemed to invite you in their own unique way, arousing you just as much at the same time!

First there was Mei. Long before the inexplicable physical changes occurred she was already fairly fit, so it came as no surprise she was the largest in the class. Well.. Out of the students at least. Her deltoids always seemed to pop whenever she raised her arm up to answer a question before her growth. Now they were like pumpkins; ripe, practically overstuffed with so much muscle, they were close to bursting. Interestingly enough, her biceps seemed to follow suit, squeezing and forcing each inch of her beefy limb against the vulnerable fabric of her blouse. Her hair was apparently longer too; loose and flowing against the width of her back that was failing in being supported by the chair she rested in.

And there was Hannah too.

"Hey."

Briskly you turned round to see her smiling cutely at you from her chair, which you swore was empty the last time you turned your head. It was a little unnerving actually having a girl three times your width stare right at you, her hands pressed into her trunk-like, striated thighs draped in a pair of denim shorts so tight, her legs were better off being bare. Those eyes though. Were they always so sparkly and blue, so mesmerizing? Or was this you just taking notice for the first time in God knows how long? Then again, you were never this close to a female in general, let alone Hannah. It was almost intimate in a way.

"Um, hey, Hannah." You tried so hard to hide your nervousness, but even you knew you failed. Your voice cracked to Hannah's giggle.

"What's your plan for lunch today?" Hannah adjusted her shirt, having clocked you staring blankly at her breasts. How could you not? They were staring right back you, each nipple thick and salmon pink, a little erect. It was as if she wanted you to stare at them. Of course, you had no idea that was the plan. Even so, when Hannah adjusted her shirt, it wasn't to hide her generously-sized assets, but rather to show off more of them.

"Uuuhhh..." You knew she had you cornered. Your train of thought was lost. In fact, to be even more honest, it had actually completely derailed. You were lucky enough to have talked to her just then, because all your mind did now was draw blanks.

"You know where to find me if you want to eat together," she said. "The usual spot." The usual spot? You may have known Hannah, but that was only for the better half of
a year, so you didn't know her well enough to know what her 'usual spot' was. And to add to that, you only really knew her as a person, not a friend. She was like that one girl you knew from class but never talked to.

"Sorry, the usual spot?"

"Yeah, you know, the table nearest the vending machine I get my milk from." Hannah noticed your attempt to obscurely compare her width with your own, which was a big mistake on your part because it was utterly emasculating. She noticed it so took advantage of that moment, leaning back to stretch outward, straining her shirt to the point where the seams popped slightly. There was no denying she rather enjoyed the attention that drew from you.

"Um, sure, I'll be there," you said, still no clue as to where Hannah referred to, since you never did use the vending machine yourself. Still, that didn't mean you weren't willing to give it a shot to at least look.

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When lunch time came you still may not have known where the vending machine was, but Hannah wasn't that hard to miss. She stood in the very center of the cafeteria with Mei, chatting about God knows what, before spotting you making your approach and smiled just like before, watching you dip and carefully dodge the oncoming females who were either just as large or even bigger than her.

Mei had changed into something more interesting, that is, something that showed off more mass than before. Though it was merely a simple sports bra and shorts, the display it provided was by no means boring. Earlier, in the heat of the summer's day her previous choice of attire felt like a cocoon, wrapping her body in a heat-retaining shell, causing her to sweat. Now though, that same perspiration seemed to provide a pleasant sheen to her burgeoning musculature, enhancing the soft layer of vascularity that laid underneath every thickened tendon and muscle fiber visible.

When you finally approached the two beastly-sized women, the first thing you took to noticing wasn't their muscles, surprisingly, but what was on their respective trays. To have called it a generous amount of food would've been putting it lightly. There was so much on their trays you had to actually look up slightly to glimpse its full extent. Was it gluttony? Normally that would've been the case, but given the sheer size of the two powerhouses stood before you, perhaps it was normal for them. Normal; you had to laugh inside at that. It wasn't even a day ago you saw your mum relaxing by the TV. Blink forward nine hours and she's bigger than your father and benching double his own body weight for a light warm up!

You caught the two girls in the midst of a conversation that seemed to pull you in the second it was within earshot.

"Oh yeah, Preston has been all over me like a dog on heat these past few days," Mei said, catching a glimpse at you stood their between the two women. "Can't say I blame him though," she added, craning her titanic arm up into a flex, the powerful limb bulging powerfully without much effort. "Some of those times I've just been all 'come hither' to him, powerfully without much effort. "Some of those times I've just been all 'come hither' to him, y'know?

Hannah snickered, compelling her bountiful breasts and steel pecs to bounce and bulge in an almost rhythmic fashion. "Oh, really?" Like her friend, she caught you stood there waiting, listening into the tale. "What'd you do?" "What does any girl do to please her man?" Mei pumped her fist up and down in a leisurely pace brazenly, caring not for the fact that you were there. In fact, she only seemed to quicken the pace at her teasing wink.

"You jerked him off?"

"That and more."

Mei turned to you. "Hey," she said slowly in a cute accent."

Hannah mirrored her friend. "Hey. Glad you could make it." She took her seat at the table, the sheer heaviness of her weight warping the chair into a crumpled heap of steel, as if it was like dough in comparison with her.

You thought it was improbable enough that both Hannah and Mei could even consider having as much food on their trays since so much oozed from the edges of them right now, but little did you know you were in for quite the show. Their first bites were the harshest to your ears; loud and crunchy beyond normality. But you soon realized that what both girls consumed in one bite each would've otherwise taken you at best ten forkfuls. Each seemed to be somewhat orgasmic too; they let loose small moans that weren't dissimilar to pleasure of the highest order and drool gathered at the edges of their lips.

You tried to watch this display relatively unhindered, but you clocked a male classmate shamelessly jerking off to Hannah and Mei's ravenous consumption. Now, you couldn't exactly be disgusted by his actions since you were getting turned on by the display yourself.

Mei burped, which forced her entire frame to jerk in all directions with a small dose of unexpected but not unwelcome growth. Her sports bra tore helplessly to allow her breast to burst out in their full glory. Hannah stopped to marvel at her friend's musculature. You saw the intent in her eyes though. It was unmistakable. Sure as fate, the blonde groped Mei's bicep tightly, compelling her forearm to bulge, driving the powerful tendons and muscle fibers to dance and twitch. The basketball-sized muscle was harder than steel, withstood the blonde's harsh grip. The squeeze was followed by a gentle kiss, then a full, shameless lick across the length of Mei's bulging arm.

She winked at you.

That done it for you; without even a hint of warning you released your load in your trousers with a jerking moan before tilting forward with ragged breaths. Now you knew exactly how that other guy felt. That was just the icing on the cake though.

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Failing to stay focused in class after lunch was completely understandable by now, with you wedged between Hannah and Mei, both of whom had grown the point where their distended shoulders rubbed against your own, smashing into your own weaker frame, forming a stark, almost laughable contrast. Not that you minded that much. And Hannah... Hannah was persistent with her teasing; flashing her horseshoe triceps at every opportunity, decorated in a layer of vascularity that was rather cute in spite of their crazy definition. But Miss Fields, took it to another level.

Disregarding the fact she was only a few years older than her students, Miss Fields was something on par with Mei three times over. Long before her changes occurred, she was always one for formality in regards to clothing; a white shirt with an accompanying black blazer and heels, hair tied in a tight bun. With her physical transformation at its peak though, whether her attire retained its formal nature or not didn't matter much; it was so tight, she was better off not wearing anything at all!

She turned to face the board, purposefully raising herself up into a calf raise position, the motion forcing the respective muscles to pop fiercely before your eyes. You moved your attention upward to her back which you could've sworn was screaming for release from the cottony confines of her shirt. Truthfully, you wished you could've helped with just that. With each scrape of chalk on the board her biceps seemed to bulge, thrust forth to the surface of her shirt; with each step back to examine her example her thighs rippled.

Hannah nudged you perhaps a bit too roughly. Maybe she didn't know her strength or was deliberately being rough. You assumed it was the latter. "She turning you on," she said.

"No! Of course not," you returned. If only your lie was in any way believable, which it wasn't. Besides, there was evidence literally poking out that proved otherwise.

"Come on now, I can see the boner from here," Hannah laughed. Her pecs pressed together with the motion, hand-in-hand with the thick slap of her breasts as they came into contact with one another. She seized the moment from her short window of opportunity and gripped your cock with a firm hand, her smooth fingers between the fabric of your trousers for a moment before reaching up to your fly. "We can't have that now, can we?"

"What are you—"

With a swift jerk Hannah unzipped your jeans and thrust her hand down your boxers, making sure to keep a straight face to prevent suspicion. "Treating you," she responded, her finger gliding delicately along your shaft before finally taking control of your dick. "Geez, you're thicker than I thought you'd be."

"I don't think this is—" you said raggedly before being cut off.

"Allowed? "Babe, I'd bet Miss Fields would've wanted to do the exact same thing. I'm just beating her to the chase is all." Hannah started jerking you off, slowly at first, in an almost professional, exotic manner. She felt her forearms bulge and tighten with even the slightest tug, flashing a smile at you. Those teeth of hers; they were so white, so perfect. Little did you know that what she said was the truth. "Now.." Hannah bit her lip at the quickening of her pace, at the thickening of your erection. "Just try to relax."

Try to relax: she couldn't have been any more literal, could she?

"Let me help." Mei joined in, taking hold of your dick as firmly as Hannah, but made sure to tease your balls with a slight squeeze too. "I've done it with Preston often enough, I want to see if you can do any better. God, she's right; you are big."

You gulped in fear of Miss Fields hearing the sexual commotion and scolding you for it. But the reality was she heard every word from the beginning and just... rolled with it, because little did you know sexual practices such as the one you were taking part in were much more commonplace since the females' transformations. Basically, giving handjobs was allowed in class. Those and then some!

You had to admit in spite of the awkwardness, there was a sense of being lucky about you. That, plus you had to feel sorry about the other guys who had to watch you being jerked off. Sure, the other females could've done it to them - heck, even Miss Fields - but they were all blind to what Hannah and Mei were offering you.

Mei craned her free arm over your shoulder in tandem with the increased pacing of her jerking, her forearm intermittently slapping against the thickness of Hannah's. "Preston would've cried out by now."

And then, to prove that sometimes you can speak too soon, you released spurt after spurt of cum over her and Hannah's hand, trickling down the incredible thickness of their forearms. Both girls giggled, lapping up your seed with their fingers before unabashedly sucking on it like it was hot sauce.

"I think you spoke too soon there," Hannah laughed.

Mei grumbled.

Miss Fields turned to face you and the two powerhouse goddesses. "Finished?" Naturally, you didn't know how to respond. "Errr...." Your face turned beet red with shame. "Next time he needs jerking off take two things into consideration..." Miss Fields glowered at Hannah and Mei for just a moment before she smiled. "One: use your biceps, pecs or calves for that extra muscly feeling, and two: invite me."

You, Hannah and Mei nodded in agreement.

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Really great!   

Glad to see you enjoyed it Sam Keep a lookout for any potential follow-ups!

[Amnoartist]

This was a difficult and risky decision to make. While College Beef was initially a Patreon exclusive piece, the Big Society world started on DeviantART page. I thought it would be a good idea that my patrons had early access to the Society stories before they were posted on here, but... I'm not so sure it's something I'll stick with. I do have a level of trust to adhere to. Hopefully those who pledged for and got this aren't miffed. At any rate, like I said, it's probably something I won't stick with for future parts (it's dependent on how those who pledged for Beef feel about the idea) To the fresh readers: let me know your thoughts on this...

[Amnoartist]

The Quiet One -- Part 1

"It's the quiet ones you have to look out for."

If you had a pound coin for every time someone said that, you would be rich beyond belief by now. But frankly, this is especially true when the weedy, insecure 'quiet one' from a couple of days prior just so happened to be the musclebound amazon of now.

In this case, it was the shy, formerly petite golden-haired beau Taylor, who ironically was quite the stunner in spite of her reserved personality. She didn't have a lot of friends because of it and her classmates were always suspicious of her. They had no real reason to act that way, of course. Taylor was just... quiet. Albeit, a little too quiet.

That all changed, however, when the yet-inexplicable transformations of women across the entire world suddenly took place, shifting the balance of power so it was, at heart, in their favour.

Nonetheless, life continued mostly as normal; Taylor resumed her studies, and with newfound confidence, couldn't resist showing off whenever the opportunity presented itself. Now, she was a little too confident.

But you – you still stuck by that ever-living quote: it's the quiet ones you have to look out for. Or was it now, 'It's the big ones you have to look out for'?

Taylor folded her arms over her chest with a smile, looking at you fawn over her magnificence. She couldn't believe a little over a week ago she was that weedy, sorry excuse of an introvert with no friends. Now, she seemed to be gaining more and more of them every day, not unlike how she was acquiring mass. If she knew doing that was the trick to acquiring friends and potential suitors, she'd have done so years ago.

"What do you think?" She pulled an arm down closer for you to squeeze the bicep you could've sworn wasn't even flexed, let alone pumped, yet already bigger than a football. She loved your madly passionate expression, practically fed on it; the attention – it was just so... delicious. "Go on, give it a squeeze."

Your reluctance was understandable, to say the least, and yet, the ripples and bulges from Taylor's titanic limb were near hypnotic; every gentle flex and deliberate caress from her comparatively dainty hand drew you ever closer until eventually, you did, in fact, embrace her bicep, squeezing it hard, to no avail.

"Jesus, it's like stone." You pressed down harder, this time with all your strength, sweating at the neck from the strain, but it was more of a comedy act for Taylor's benefit at that point.

She laughed, pulling the arm away and standing straight again. "Oh, I'm pretty sure it's harder." Smiling cutely, she looked down at you and felt a tinge of pity for you being so small in comparison with her. But then remembered she was lesser than even you before the shift took place. "And it's only going to become even more so over the days, weeks, months and even years ahead!"

You watched her casually stroll past, toward the dumbbell rack near the wall. You connected the dots from just the way she walked that she was going to show she could make her biceps harder than stone, which, admittedly, wouldn't be that arduous a task for her, or rather, for any woman. "Need a hand?" you asked rhetorically, eyeballing her smooth, wide shoulders shrug, deltoids popping and twisting.

"No." Taylor glided her hand across the leg press' bench, still walking, forearms bulging and veins coiling. "I just need you to watch."

You nodded in a way that suggested 'of course,' smiling.

Taylor turned her attention to a sheet of laminated paper with a list of names hooked onto the wall. She read through the list carefully before flashing a curt, knowing grin before ripping the sheet of paper free from the wall.

"What's that?" You peered over the blonde's burgeoned shoulder in a vain effort to get a decent look at the names. You didn't catch them all, but those that you did were familiar, not to mention only female.

"That, my dear small friend, is the list of girls who have beaten each other's PB, or personal best." Taylor briskly scoffed at who was at the top of it. "Seems Joyce Copeland is quite the gym savage."

"Joyce Copeland, the bookworm? Or rather, former bookworm" You flashed back to the day you first came across Joyce. She stuck out from the rest of the crowd, wearing a pair of horn-rimmed glasses she pushed up against the bridge of her nose whenever nervous, shoulder-length curls and braces: the epitome of geekiness in a sense. Though when her transformation came about, it was the boys' turn to be nervous as she edged closer to becoming the epitome of beefiness.

"Yeah. There's Hannah Reed just underneath her, and Mei Guo lower still." Taylor brushed a wisp of blonde hair behind her ear, nervousness clinging at her thick muscled gut as she read the current personal best record. "Twenty five reps with three hundred pounds is the current best."

You heard Taylor gulp – she was actually edgy about trying to outstrip Hannah of her best. Maybe, just maybe, Taylor's confidence was actually getting the better of her. "That's a lot of weight. You sure you can manage?"

In spite of her evident trepidation, Taylor was, in fact, going to use it to her advantage – she was going to prove to herself that there was no such thing as fear; that she was going to rise above it. She laughed. "Manage? I'm going to beast it!"

It was your turn to be nervous. Just what did you get yourself into now? Taylor's grin was something to be worried about for sure. You watched her stack the weight discs onto the dumbbell bars one after the other, her forearm muscles popping and flaring from just gripping the steel. Her steps on the carpet were heavy and loud; each one she took coerced her legs to ripple like waves, tendons splaying outward against her skin. It was both a tremendous and frightening display.

"That should do the job." Taylor positioned herself squarely in the bench sat upright and shrugged. She saw you watching with anticipation and smirked. This would be quite the show for you, naturally.

After a moment of awkwardly doing nothing, her back visibly squeezing on the bench's leather, Taylor started curling at an even pace. Her posture was unnaturally perfect each time; her spine taut and thick, comfortably rested on the bench. Each gasp must have been deliberate, as it carried a weight of arousal, running through the gym.

"Hnngggh!" Taylor wheezed as she brought the dumbbell up level with her cleavage – or what was left of it after her startling metamorphosis – and grimaced in tandem with her bicep visibly swelling past the girth of her chest, practically inflating with each rep!

You watched the display unfold with as much composure as you could muster, your eyes never leaving the network of veins traversing across Taylor's expanding arm like snakes slithering across grass, coiling up to her deltoid. Sweat trickled down your brow and curved down your cheek.

"Someone's enjoying the show" Taylor managed to say; though to you it sounded more like she strained the words out. Her tone was sensual, something from her you never expected. It was as if her physical growth had transformed her personality completely. "I mean, I knew you'd get pleasure from watching me get all swole and stuff, but you need to contain that bulge of yours."

You looked down at your crotch questionably and noticed a slight bulge in your jeans. Embarrassment took hold for a moment as your face turned red. But Taylor's ensuing expression was a knowing grin. Little did you know, getting an erection out of you was her ulterior motive from the curling.

She dropped the dumbbell to the ground carelessly, letting it roll slowly for a moment before bumping against the side of her leg. Rising to her full Amazonian height, the mushroomed blonde suggestively sauntered over to you, her hips swaying to and fro. When just a few inches away, Taylor pulled you closer with a simple yank of your jeans and started to unbuckle them.

"Should you really be doing this here?" you fruitlessly questioned.

Taylor chuckled in a cute tone, as if she found your all-serious question hilarious. "Why not? Who's going to stop me?" Smirking in a knowing expression, she added: "In fact, who can stop me?"

You could think of several women who could put Taylor in her place, but revealing them to her would drive a wedge in the rare moment between you.

"I have so many strong muscles," Taylor needlessly pointed out. "Which, two of the strongest you'll find are my tongue and throat."

"Detention"

You stood by the classroom door quivering with trepidation, rubbing your hands nervously. With a pounding heart you looked through the glass at Helena your college tutor, fearful of what would happen, what she would do once you crossed the threshold. Her deltoids practically screamed for release, evidenced by the manifest splits and tears in her top's fabric. Her trunky thighs were long enough to be seen underneath the desk, covered by a deliciously appealing mini-skirt.

Your memory flashed back to how you found yourself part of the ensuing predicament in the first place: constantly, almost awkwardly staring at Helena's beastly musculature whenever the opportunity presented itself. So frankly, it was your own fault, in addition to being deliberate.

You turned the door's handle and opened it ever slowly, trying to draw out what little time there was left between safety and God knows what once inside the class, which happened to be empty save for Helena's bulky presence.

"Ah, nice of you to join me," she said cheerfully, her neck twitching in tandem with the resultant grin, flashing her abnormally perfect white teeth. "Take a seat."

Helena had a rather unorthodox way of handling detention. That begged the question: Why did you have to attend the one college in the region that meted out disciplinary action to its students? But again, it was your 'fault,' and intentional.

You sat down and tried to suppress the building fear within that stemmed from not knowing what Helena had planned as punishment. There were rumours she often used her brutish strength to will her students into submission, to make them conform more appropriately. But that wouldn't work on you because you weren't necessarily bad.

"I assume you're familiar with how I dole out punishments?" Helena craned her leg up over the table, looking at you tremble at the sheer size of it – like a bookshelf! She removed her glasses and bit one of their legs seductively. The sun burst through the window, casting a vibrant light on her young and endearing visage; Helena was at best five years older than you, but had the strength of at least five men put together.

"I think," you said softly. Honestly, you weren't sure what to say or even think after that. In fact, should you say anything at all?

Helena smirked, running a hand over the leg that pressed down on the table. "But the thing is I know you gave those 'creepy' stares earlier just to see me again in a more... private sense." She dropped her leg to the floor, extending it out to the side of the table, her hand still gracing the thick beef, "Right?"

You knew there was no point in lying. It was as if Helena could just feel the truth radiate from you. "I guess."

Helena smirked again and cocked her head to the left somewhat with a knowing expression. Folding her arms over her striated chest, she contemplated what to do with you, fashioning a decent 'punishment' for the lewdness in your head.

The wait that followed felt like it had taken forever, like years had passed; although only a mere minute passed on the clock. And in that time Helena had come up with so many ways to chastise you, until the perfect idea of penance formed in her head.

"Ah!" She arose from the chair and sauntered over to the front of the desk, crossing one leg over the other to let her quads ripple and bulge under her mini-skirt. "It comes as no surprise you really like my muscles. So, my idea of 'punishment' is you watch me flex them."

You cocked your brow in confusion. That wasn't really a 'price to pay' for what you did. It felt more like a reward!

"Don't get so excited now," Helena added, eyeing your developing grin. "The condition is you contain your excitement, if you know what I mean. You won't last long though." She grinned knowingly.

Your grin faded, naturally, for you knew she was right.

Helena didn't waste any time with doling out the punishment. Turning her back to you and bending over the desk slightly, she flexed her calf. The mass of she-beef pushed outward fervently to the linen confines of her tights, visibly straining from just the first flex!

Letting out a gentle moan, she arched backward and tensed to let her deltoids pop and bulge under her top, coercing the individual muscles upward in a small dose of self-imposed growth. She craned an arm up into a flex as it spread through her body and affected the watermelon-sized limb.

You crossed your legs as Helena's swelling moved downward, forcing her hamstrings to convulse and writhe in response, as she let out a soft grunt of excitement.

Bending over once again, a loud gasp escaped Helena's lips as her top started to give way for the powerful enlarging of her muscles, tearing the material apart to reveal the still more mountainous back and ridged pectorals in the window's reflection.

A low rumble followed just before Helena's full ballooned weight formed a crack under her feet several inches wide, sinking into the wood.

The spectacle now too much to handle, this time you jerked forward in the chair and predictably creamed in your jeans with a twitch, your knee banging under the table as drool gathered lightly at the corner of your mouth.

Shudderingly, Helena shrugged her shoulders as the growth came to an unsurprisingly satisfying end, turning back to you. Even her breasts had grown, emphasised by her playfully poking their bareness with a finger.

"Told you, you wouldn't last long," she said before smiling, wiping the dribble from your mouth. "Nobody does."

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The Quiet One – Part II

"I didn't think you'd have that much in you. But I really must ask." Taylor stroked her thick and round muscle gut filled to the brim with your cum. It was almost as if she'd swallowed a barrel whole! Her stomach gurgled and visibly twitched from her slow movement as she bent over you. "You got any more?" She grinned perversely.

You groaned, turning onto your side, trying not to think about the muscle beast Taylor going in for her fifth fuck so soon. Anyhow, you didn't think there was any more jizz left to give.

Taylor's gut rubbed against your crotch as she lowered herself onto it, hearing her stomach squirm and twitch. Her abs still showed through in spite of the drum-like shape, showcasing six oversized brick-shaped muscles flanked by obliques so defined and lean you couldn't possibly hold them.

"Come on, let's try again." She gripped your dick and held it upright so she could slip her pussy into it, which wouldn't be that hard to do. The issue laid in whether you could fill her up just as easily as the last four times. Her distended gut ballooned outward with a flex of her abs, edging itself ever closer to you! Her breath brushed against your cheek, the scent of her sweat filling your nostrils. "Let's get real freaky!"

She dug her hands into your chest with excited breaths, her matted golden locks swept across the flawlessness of her cute, dimpled face. Her breasts jiggled in tandem with each bodily pump as she worked you over, her pussy muscles clamping down fiercely on your dick like a fleshy vice. She was a sex machine!

Vainly, you tried to claw yourself to freedom, but Taylor was able to tighten up even harder, so much that she put you out of action from the legs down, save for your dick.

"Nuh-uh." She pulled you down level with her pecs and feigned a frown just before flexing them, coercing their mounds of rippling she-beef to balloon, the nipples gracing your lips. "I sucked you off. Now, you do me."

Taylor's sexual ferocity knew no bounds. It was as if with her transformation her old insecure self had been shed to reveal the real, more savage one.

Not wanting to know the consequences if you refused, you started to suck on Taylor's breast that had essentially been shoved in your mouth anyway. Her ensuing moan reverberated throughout the gym, bounding and ringing off the numerous pieces of equipment.

As you continued to draw from her ballooned breast, Taylor tried to stoke your sexual fire with a double bicep flex that displayed the veins embellishing the powerful watermelon-sized muscle. "That's it babe. Suck that nipple!"

A tear trickled down your cheek as the pleasuring of Taylor continued, as milk from her breast eventually started to flow down your throat in a constant stream. You tried to say something, but it was near impossible. Your deep and loud almost choke-like swallows were like music to the blonde titan's ears; she arched forward, bringing her face closer, bearing a knowing smile.

"Now I know how you felt when I sucked you off – pure, unrestrained pleasure." To your complete disbelief, she said and done all that while still pumping you!

Taylor grinned perversely as she noticed that your stomach was now filling up like a barrel, breast milk swirling around in its semi-muscular prison.

"Look at you getting all plump from my milk." She pulled her breast free, finally letting you catch a breath, but you were too taken aback by your drum-like gut to properly give a damn. "Can't have you bigger than me in any way, shape or form, can we?"

She stood up; the full podgy girth of her cum-stuffed gut casting a shadow over your drained self, gurgling and twitching. Bringing her torso down into a crunch pose, you watched in amazement as her stomach slowly shrunk back to its near-perfect flat muscular shape, the cum vanishing into nothingness.

After a brief moment of watching you, Taylor smiled. "Looks like I got you to lose your cream yet again," she said, glancing at your pulsing cock as a stream of cum oozed from it, coursing down your shaft and staining the carpet with its sticky essence, turning a blind eye to the patch of sweat surrounding you. "These muscles really do turn you on, don't they?"

You groaned.

"Hope you can think of a way to get rid of all that milk before the next class starts," Taylor said worriedly, heading to the door. She didn't really care much about what happened to you next, now that she had been fucked more times in an hour than you would be on a yearly basis. "Because all the other girls would just get jealous about it not being them who filled you up," she added knowingly with a smile before closing the door behind her, leaving your naked, lonesome self on the floor to contemplate two things: just what the hell happened, and how you were going to lose all that milk sharpish.

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Today you found yourself in the midst of a very particular and interesting predicament: having to chose between two powerhouse women; the buxom, exceedingly confident Taylor, and the equally ravishing, yet deadly Mei.

You flashed back to how exactly you got yourself into this mess in the first place, even if it was your own fault – deep down, you knew it wasn't a good idea if Taylor caught you pacing through the college halls with Mei, yet you went against your better judgment anyway. And likewise, it would've been just as bad – if not, worse – if Mei found out you had been seeing Taylor behind her back.

Rather than scold you for your mistakes, however, the two bulging babes reluctantly banded together and literally carried you to the gym, where you would watch them work out and show off before coming to a decision on which girl you'd rather be with. That said, you could've just as easily offered an alternative – be in a ménage a trois – but the chances of the girls willing to share you were as fat as their stomachs!

And so, your problem seemed to double up!
...

You watched Taylor from behind as she flawlessly performed bent-over rows, grunting with exertion while catching your awed expression through the mirror, offering a quick playful wink. Her long, flaxen hair draped over her capped deltoids, her shorts visibly and audibly pushed outward as the solid beefiness of her glutes flexed out, straining the nylon violently.

Roused by the erotic display, you shifted your gaze to the weight plates at either side of the barbell, held tightly in place by a bolt thick as a clenched fist. Taylor must've maxed out all the weight she could possibly use, and yet, she seemed to be performing the feat with relative ease. Sure, she was sweating, but that came from equal parts excitement and pleasure from the fact she could do this so easily.

"Like whatcha see?" She offered a deliberate grunt as the weight was pulled up again, level with her monstrous chest protected by a sports bra drenched with as much sweat as the carpet at her feet, pointlessly clinging onto her pumped pecs for dear life. It would only be a matter of a sudden deep exhale before the definitive ripping of nylon would be heard.

Presently, all you could offer as a response was the gentle nod and smile. It wasn't much, but it more than did the job.

Mei was far from impressed though, arms folded over her chest with little to no hint of captivation painted on her face, a hip cocked to your side. "That's nothing," she doubted harshly, moving closer to the burgeoning blonde, her bare calves and hamstrings flaring with each gentle moving closer to the burgeoning blonde, her bare calves and hamstrings flaring with each gentle step. "That's, like, a light workout for me."

Taylor re-racked the barbell and stood up straight, staring down Mei with a malicious glare, their chests pressed against one another in a fight for space, flexing and bulging in tandem with their breaths. When Taylor breathed inward, Mei offered a violent exhale that pushed against the blonde's pecs. Conversely, Taylor heaved out a chest-thrusting gasp when Mei sighed. Taylor rested her hands on her hips as she puffed gently, a gust of air blowing her fringe to one side.

"I suppose you could do so much better than me, right?" The blonde ceaselessly remained doubtful of Mei's ability to strip her of her title as the college's strongest girl. But like Mei, Taylor had a knack for being arrogant sometimes, and there's always a first time for everything.

"With these pythons?" Mei smirked spitefully as her right arm was raised into a flex soaggressively the underlying tendons and muscles audibly and visibly grew larger, splitting the sleeve of her top so the newly-enlarged peak could burst through. "You bet! I'll not only strip you of your title, I'll set a record so high that nobody could ever beat it!"

Taylor was relatively unhindered by Mei's boasting, still holding the death-dealing stare from Hell while resisting the urge to offer a flex of her own. It was so hard to withstand, with her biceps pulsing even in a relaxed state, writhing and popping! "That's a bold claim," she said.

Mei scoffed. "Claim? It's the truth, girl!" The Asian girl's jeering compelled her chest to push outward and casually burst through her bra slightly, letting the behemoth muscles underneath spill out and pulse. By the end of it all, Mei stood there as if she had no idea what just occurred. "You just can't handle the fact I'll beat you, run you into the ground!"

You groaned, annoyed by the titanic girls' constant bickering about who was the strongest or who was going to beat who. At the end of the day, you just wanted to know who was going to end up fucking you. Preferably, you would've wanted them both, but again – the chances of that happening were practically non-existent.

"Can't you both just – I dunno – work out together, instead of against each other?" you suggested calmly, even though, deep down, you knew your words would – and did – fall on deaf ears. "Strength in numbers and all that."

"The only numbers I'm interested in, right now, are the ones on those weight plates and measuring tapes," Mei pointed out matter-of-factly.

Taylor laughed at you, which hurt you more than she thought it would. "Work out with her?" She assessed the full, broad massiveness of Mei scornfully, as if her mere existence was offensive enough in itself without the claims she made. "Fuck, I'd sooner stuff my face with lard than do that!"

She frowned slightly at the words that just flew out of her mouth, as if she wished taking them back was something she could do. She couldn't stand even just the make-believe thought of her abs suddenly going away from her eating pure lard, as if just the one bite would undo the her abs suddenly going away from her eating pure lard, as if just the one bite would undo the results of all the hard workouts she'd suffered through over the past few weeks.

And then right on cue, as if threatened by the thought, her abs pulsed as they thickened at their own accord, pushing outward against the fleshy confines of her smooth and flawless skin, the block-sized muscles creaking and groaning with expansion, roiling as her obliques followed suit in their collective attempt to not be left behind and grow just as big, but even more so.

Taylor grinned as she slapped the newly-grown cobblestone shaped muscles that were her abs, giggling like a schoolgirl as, even with her other, hardest slap, she never felt the blow being struck, like her abs were literally impenetrable.

"See? Even my own body's saying it doesn't want to lose to her!"

Mei groaned in frustration. She was yet to go through her own daily dose of randomized growth, staring at Taylor iron-forged gut with envy. Despite that, she wouldn't let the blonde's expansion get her down. Pulling her right leg out in front for you both to see, she boasted a wicked grin as she gripped her bare thigh tightly to feel the burgeoned muscle underneath before glancing at your own, comparably tiny legs. The girl's boasted a deeply defined sweep and teardrop outline without even having to properly flex, and when she did, there was a slight rumbling sound as, finally, the long sought-after growth occurred – much to Mei's satisfaction - bringing her legs from their former forty-inch wideness, to forty-five.

And it didn't seem to end there, as the growth soon spread upward and coursed through her own torso – like Taylor's - and upper appendages, compelling her biceps to audibly spread outward with growth even in a relaxed state, forging clear-cut splits across the sharp peaks and capped deltoids.

"Neither does mine, it seems." Mei craned her arms upwards into a front double pose with a smile, relishing in your awed expression as you looked on, listening to the subtle tears of fabric as the girl's bra top split at the back somewhat, literally making it hang loosely over her mammoth, vein-laiden chest.

Her confidence shaken somewhat as a result of Mei's growth, Taylor barked her next response, snarling. "Well, if you're so sure about it – so confident in how things will turn out for ya..." she turned to the barbell she'd re-stacked for a moment, and then turned back to Mei. "... Why don't you test it out?"

"I really don't think this is nec..." You trailed off, lost your voice as Mei marched over to the barbell with oozing confidence, her broad, head-wide shoulders brushing against your own as she left your side. Your eyeballs glimpsed her twitching, melon-sized, heart-shaped calves as her steps ensued, until finally, with the preparative shrug of her shoulders, she met the barbell.

"And since you think you're so strong..." Taylor switched placed with Mei, now standing by your side, her shorts now slightly more ripped than before, to reveal more glute and hamstring beef. "...why don't you curl it – with one hand?"

Your heart sank at her suggestion. A feeling gnawed on you, telling you it was a bad idea to let Mei go through with Taylor's proposal. But how exactly could you tell her to do that without pissing her off more than she already was?

"That all?" Mei laughed, gripping the bar tightly, watching the thick tendons in her forearms flare as she slowly, but surely, pulled the bar off the bench. "Too easy."

Mei purposefully feigned a wince, as she pulled the bar up higher, in an effort to throw Taylor off, trap her into thinking lifting the huge, several hundred pound weight was a huge mistake. Instead, Mei flashed a grin to herself as the barbell let loose a metallic groan upon being hoisted higher, before hanging level with the girl's waist.

Taylor simply looked on, scrutinizing Mei's every move; eyeballing every tense joint and limb; eyes narrowed over each pulse of her bulging arms. Taylor's shoe scuffed on the floor as she shifted slightly, arms folded, back spread out to its max, limiting the view of the spectacle unfolding in front of you. You tried to move away just enough to see everything without a feminine back blocking your view, but Taylor took the wrong way.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" She reached out and pulled you to her side with one arm, crunching you into the rippling denseness of her oblique. "You started this, so you're going to see it through!"

Whilst you muffledly responded in protest, the speed of Mei's curling motion seemed to gain momentum, allowing her to pull the bar up closer to her chest, now level with her pecs. Her breaths were steady and shallow, yet a trickle of sweat had formed on her brow. Despite that, she vowed to herself not to be brought down that easily or so soon. Her back tensed, pushing the copious amounts of powerful sinew underneath into pressing against the ripping fabric of her bra until, with one final exhale, it gave out and split free from her chest, flying across the room before gracefully landing in the corner.

"She's actually doing it," you said, having managed to break free from Taylor's grip, as she herself was now so mesmerised by Mei's incredible display of strength that an emotion akin to lust began burning within. "She's lifting it all with one hand!"

Your indirect show of support echoed in Mei's strength and resilience as she, finally, willed herself into thrusting the barbell above her head, the bar offering a subdued groan as it remained slave to her power.

Finally, she spoke: "Told you it was easy."

Taylor was rooted to the spot with equal parts shock and lust. In a matter of moments not only had someone beaten her at her own challenge, but she was upstaged and stripped of her title. If more people other you were there to witness it, God knows how humiliating it would've been for Taylor – as if it wasn't enough already!

"I just- I-"She was lost for words, to put it plainly. And not only that, but the blonde powerhouse was the most aroused she'd ever been – as were you!

Mei's quads quaked with growth upon the continued tension applied to them with the large, bestial weight hanging above her, crested with thick pulsing veins snaking round the unmistakable sweep, splitting away from her upper hamstrings to engulf her waist in blue tubing, as her privates were laid bare upon the inevitable tearing of her shorts. After a moment, she turned to face you both, stilling holding the weight like it was more of a feather than a heavy-duty object.

She winked at you, bringing you to the point of releasing your suppressed load in your shorts, which sealed the one fact that Mei was strongest out of her and Taylor, who was still gawking wildly. "So I guess that settles it. Mei's stronger."

Even though that fact was impressive in its own right, you still stuck to your original idea. "But wouldn't we have all avoided this if I just suggested I sleep with you both – together?"

Taylor finally came out of her trance, as if your suggestion roused her interest enough. But her response was far from what you expected, as she moved closer to Mei. They shared a long, passionate kiss that seemed to last forever; their tongues embraced one another, shared in each other's size as they delicately explored each other's pumped up bodies;
fingers tracing thick veins; hands gripping pulsing pussies!

"Say, um..." Taylor paused, let her aromatic scent hang over Mei's overstuffed shoulders, literally breathing down the behemoth Asian's neck. "...Are you doing anything tonight?" Mei smirked, but said nothing. You though-

"What the fuck?" You trudged over to the girls' side baffled, enraged. "You mean to tell me all this," he pointed to full, wide weight Mei still effortlessly held, "was for nothing? You've fallen for her?"

Mei giggled childishly, using her free hand to grope Taylor's bare chest that was being flexed teasingly, fingers delicately maneuvering across the individual splits and bumps. "As a matter of fact, I'm not."

It seemed your words had fallen on deaf ears, as the girls continued their tennis game of teasing and conversing, despite your angered calls. Eventually though, you gave up and backed off while they exchanged phone numbers before parting ways, you shadowing Taylor through the door.

"Hey, I'm still here, you know." Poking her arm, you demanded an answer – a reasonable one at that – before she offered a curt smile. "I suppose I should thank you for what you did, somehow." Reaching over, Taylor's powerful scent hit you as she gave a kiss on the lips – it was quick, far quicker than what she offered Mei, but no less powerful.

"I'll let you know how things get on tomorrow," she added.

Stupefied and frozen to the spot, you watched Taylor's hips sway in tandem with her sensual movements as she turned the corner, Mei's grunts and screams of animalistic fury echoing through the hall as you turned back to the door to face her.

"Fuck."

Just what where you going to do now?

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"So, how big would you say your mum is now, man?" Jerry sipped on his cider waiting patiently for Martin to answer. He saw the hint of unease in his face and yet, waited. "I mean, she looks like an absolute tank now, since she transformed."

What Jerry said was undoubtedly the truth. After her inexplicable transformation, Martin's mother Joselyn undoubtedly would've made She-Hulk run for her money. When he first arrived to hang out with Martin, Jerry was undeniably stunned by just how ripped she was.

Martin simply nodded, somewhat distant on the subject. He was still coming to terms with the fact his mother had grown three times bigger than him over the space of a few hours, one fateful night. It wasn't easy for him either, being the only child to a single parent; there were times when he felt emasculated, but Joselyn tried her utmost to comfort him. She knew in time he would come around.

"But my mum's probably still bigger than yours" Jerry light-heartedly jibed with a laugh before swigging his booze again. He recollected the moment when his own mother, Teresa, curled the living room couch with laughable ease and smiled as her bicep ballooned to amazing sizes; veins coiling this way and that round the ball-shaped growth. "Yeah, there's no doubting it; she's huge!"

Contrasted with Martin, Jerry quickly came to grips with the worldwide transformations of women. He, of course, did find it difficult to do so at first, especially when it concerned Teresa, but made peace with it eventually.

Martin finally spoke up: "I'm still trying to get my head round it" he admitted. The young man had every right to feel that way. Out of all the strange things he'd seen over the years, the worldwide transformations of women had definitely taken the cake. "It's not every day you see your mum benching her full weight for a light workout. Well, not until recently, anyway."

The unmistakable smell of apple filled Jerry's nostrils as he took yet another sip from his bottle, then turned to look at Martin, who stared into the carpet dejectedly. He felt miserable, as if something was gnawing violently at his insides.

"But what about Violet? You can't deny she looks even just a bit hotter since she changed" Jerry smiled. He remembered seeing the blonde babe in question strut through the college hall earlier in the week, making sure her ample bosom was open for all; large and chiselled, supported by a wall of rippling pectoral tissue, where underneath the beefy sinews violently tried pushing through her unnaturally smooth skin.

Martin softly grinned. He couldn't deny Violet had become quite the head-turner since she'd gotten all beefed up. Those hamstrings of hers really did a number on him a few times; twitching and jumping with even her gentlest steps. "Alright, you got a point there."

Just then, Joselyn knocked on the door. To her, the rap was gentle and soft, but was otherwise for Martin and Jerry; loud and sounded like a shell had gone off. Joselyn was yet to fully understand just how strong she had become.

"Can I come in?" the mother's voice juxtaposed her appearance. That was to say, it was soft and subtle. Martin was happy at least that hadn't changed about his mother, as everything else about the beefy woman was flawlessly seductive; otherwise he felt he'd have been living with an entirely different woman. "Got some clothes to put by."

Admittedly, Martin was of the mind to tell his mother to come back another time, but knew she would've just come in anyway. It was her house, after all, and Martin didn't want to give her the wrong impression. There was that, plus Jerry's want to see Joselyn again was more obvious than he'd care to admit.

Martin sighed in defeat. "Fine."

The doorknob turned as Joselyn's huge frame crossed the threshold, a washing basket tucked under the pit of her arm. Before her transformation occurred, she had to carry it with both hands, and struggled doing so even knew, but now there was a constant smile on her face as she riotously carried it with ease. Even so, her biceps bulged to their utmost, visibly trying to push their way through the fabric of her straining blouse, forcing small rips to vertically run down the attire.

Jerry watched from his seat as Joselyn, quite purposefully, bent over Martin's open drawer to stash his clothes, a nervous finger running along the neck of his bottle. Jerry could do next to nothing about the trickle of drool that ran down his chin; all the women seemed to have that particular effect on men ever since they changed, so it couldn't be helped. Even Martin shared in the same effect as Jerry; a noticeable erection started to tent in his jeans. He wasn't in any way attracted to his mother after her transformation or otherwise, but could do nothing about the bodily reaction, save for being understandably guilt-ridden about it.

Joselyn turned to find the two young men's' erections poking skyward, or to be more precise, at her gaping chest meat that rippled to and fro with her every breath. It went without saying she wasn't the slightest bit surprised by the lads' reactions. Before her change, Joselyn would've scolded Martin right there and then if he was tenting up at her, but would've played blind if it were Jerry's instead, because, frankly, she found him attractive – she always had.

"Now, I know it's hard for you boys to keep your batons down when around us women now, but please do try" she said with mock displeasure. Admittedly, she was getting a little excited over the fact Jerry's cock tented higher and higher, outsizing her son's. It took the mother a great deal of willpower to resist the carnal temptation building within.

Martin wasn't blind to it though; he saw his mother's erect nipples poking through her blouse and sheepishly averted his gaze, evidently disgusted by his mother's behaviour.

Aware of her son's displeasure, Joselyn teased Jerry further with a brisk pec flex. Her chest jutted rhythmically to the forceful thrusts of the unearthly strong sinews under her smooth, flawless skin, rippling and spreading vertically so more beef pushed out from duress.

"Would you like to stay for dinner, Jerry?" she asked, her voice deliberately coated with eroticism, caring not for the fact she said it in that manner in her son's presence. It wasn't like he could do anything to stop her. "I've got some really nice meals cooking in the oven."

It went without saying what Jerry's response was. Likewise, there was no questioning how Martin felt about the idea. But he knew all that could be done was endeavour to tolerate the next few hours however well he could.

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Joselyn grunted lustily as she curled the dumbbell for the thirtieth time, smiling softly at her gaping reflection in the basement mirror, listening to the quiet, almost tranquil pulls and strains from her workout top as her chest heaved to press against the fabric. Her biceps let loose a perceptibly fleshy groan as the taut fibres within yearned to grow; pushed and pulled them apart tendon by tendon to rebuild stronger, harder, and larger.

She traced the blue vein that had risen prominently to the surface of her forearm with a finger, feeling the surprisingly thick tubing against the contrasted smoothness of her skin.

Joselyn reminisced: in the short space of a week she'd transformed into a powerhouse, from a homely woman who nobody often cared to look at twice, until now, and she loved it.

The midday rain gently pitter-pattered and ran leisurely down the window as Joselyn quarter-turned to the right, feeling her taut quads push and rub against the insides of her shorts.

The almost musical rends and rips soon came; shredding the woman's shorts this way and that with unanticipated, yet welcome bodily growth. The woman's stomach churned with undeniable excitement as her quad flesh maintained its goal of self-destruction, keeping in unison with the rest of her surging body, heaving breaths of lust as it grew.

Sweat trickled down the woman's brow as gulps of pleasure and excitement escaped her lungs; as beats of passion and carnality thumped from her heart.

Pulling her arms downward, Joselyn groaned as she felt them inflate slowly with size, adding power, strength and beauty every second. The growth was slow and little, yet Joselyn felt all the more stronger and powerful as a result. Knowing this to be more a fact than assumption, she added more weight to the dumbbell – to be precise, as much weight as possible – and smiled coolly at it for a moment before curling again.

As expected, Joselyn was more powerful, evidenced by how easy it was for her to lift the dumbbell even with all the added weight; her pace hasn't quickened by any means, but she was far from struggling.

The fleshy groans came again as Joselyn's legs pushed out with yet more mass; veins criss-crossed their juxtaposing smooth skin, coiling in all manners of directions to meet all known muscles possible; shooting and curving up to her hips to join at the bulging masses of she-meat that made up her washboard stomach, for one.

With a wince Joselyn reached for the back of her top, to feel it press outward with expanding meat and put an end to the navy blue attire once and for all, ultimately revealing her now-larger, bodybuilder shaming lats. The skin creaked as the flesh underneath, taut as it was already, became even more so from willing itself to do so, spreading outward to knead the walls on one side.

Eventually, all the growth had come to a stop, doing so when Joselyn was rendered naked and bathed in her lusty sweat, her heart beating wildly to the ending growth, shivering as she let out a shriek of unprecedented proportions to her climax that came as a result of her growth.

Upstairs, the oven pinged. Now it was dinner time.

///

Dinner was awkward for Martin, since that was when Joselyn was at her most flirtatious with Jerry. It was impossible to hide as much as her increased size from the spurt of growth earlier; seated at the table, she slyly rubbed her foot up against Jerry's thigh, making sure the rubs and caresses were slow, yet undeniably tantalizing.

Despite her actively toying with Jerry, Martin was the first to notice his mother's larger form. He didn't know what to make of it, since he was still coming to terms with her initial enlargement, but now that she was even bigger – incredibly so – all he could do was feel sorry for himself.

Naturally, Joselyn resorted to changing clothes after her spurt, now dressed in a blouse and nylons all hopelessly constricting the enlarged masses of beef begging for release. There was nothing else she could wear as all her clothes were rendered close-fitting in some form of fashion following her increase in bulk. For that reason, it came as no surprise that her blouse and tights had rips and rends in various areas her thighs, shoulders, cleavage and arms. Not that Jerry minded.

Martin, on the other hand, didn't share the same opinion. He was nauseated at the thought Jerry had some form of attraction and desire for his mother, while she felt the same way. Yet, even though he objected to the idea, Martin knew there was next to nothing he could do to stop his mother.

"So, how's your mother doing these days, Jerry?" Joselyn's voice was more relaxing and otherworldly comforting than before, as if she possessed the vocal tones of an angel. Martin noticed too, and was frankly surprised by it.

"Oh, you know, the usual; all jacked and stuff" Jerry returned. He bit into his steak and let out a yummy sound at how delectable the meat was. He had been to Martin's house for some delicious dinners on several occasions prior to the females' growths, and up until now, Joselyn's cookery skills were never this good. "Caught her curling our car before I came here."

A gentle startled gulp escaped Joselyn's lips. Teresa was able to lift her family car? It went without saying Joselyn had grown stronger since her spurt in the basement gym, but Teresa—

"Is that right?" Joselyn inquired curiously, hiding her contempt.

Jerry nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she spurted with growth, like, three times yesterday beforehand." He reminisced the moment his mother underwent her third growth spurt, watched as her top was casually torn asunder from her back during her body's swelling. He watched with eagerness as her back bubbled with mass, his eyes plastered to the unmistakably growing bulges and writhing of veins. "It was pretty cool."

"I'd very much like to meet her sometime." Joselyn tried her utmost to maintain her confidence, using her skills of seduction she'd mastered over the years to aid her; once again, she rubbed her foot up against Jerry's leg, and watched with glee as he jerked to her toes pressing against his cotch. "Do you think you could make that happen?"

Excitedly jerking to and fro on the chair, Jerry smiled in response to the Amazonian mother's request. Admittedly, he hated to think would happen if she were disappointed.

"Don't you think that's for Jerry to decide?" Martin finally chimed in, breaking his silence. Up until now, he spent his time watching his mother tease and flirt with Jerry with lack of restraint, caring not for she thought of his opinion on the matter. Besides, Martin knew exactly why his mother wanted to see Teresa: she was eager to see just how much bigger the woman was.

"Oh sweetie." Joselyn reached a girthy arm out and patted Martin on the cheek with a smile. The arm bulged and quaked in sync with the gentle touches, as veins coiled round and covered the 30+ inched limbs like a roadmap of vascularity. "We're just gonna talk is all."

Martin didn't feel so keen about his mother's words; they felt a little... off to him. Even so, he would have to ride the storm that would ultimately come, whether he wanted to or not.

"Sure, I'll see what I can do" Jerry said with a smile.

Martin quivered slightly, knowing his friend's words would either lead to disaster or some form of triumph for Joselyn, though admittedly, it was more likely going to be the former than the latter.

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"Come on, sweetie, surely you can do better than that?" Joselyn teased as she watched Martin hilariously struggle in his endeavour to win the arm-wrestling match against her. While it was something he suggested, perhaps not a lot of planning or thought had gone into the idea. After all, Joselyn was several times bigger and stronger than him without having to show it off. "You can quit if you want. No shame in it."

There was no denying Joselyn found some kind of enjoyment in teasing her son and showing off at every given opportunity. While her bicep barely flexed against Martin's full and rather laughable 'might', she feigned a yawn to suggest mock boredom, throwing him off slightly so she could drive his arm back slightly. It went without saying she could've done it the moment the match got under way, but it wouldn't exactly be fair on Martin's behalf – and Joselyn simply found the whole idea fun anyway!

"Bullshit!" Martin's struggle appeared more visible to his mother now, yet he persisted; grunting slightly, he pushed his mother back again, much to her mock surprise. She held back the urge to smile in her knowing the match was always hers, the urge to thrust her arm down with all its furious power and end the one-sided battle. "I'm gonna win this," Martin added with insistence.

Joselyn was proud of her son. Even if he certainly wouldn't win, she was glad his persistence and confidence weren't in any way dampened by the sheer monstrous bulk his mother possessed. That said, Joselyn hoped her impending victory wouldn't hurt Martin's pride. She'd hate to see him like that, but couldn't deliberately lose the match. Martin might not have been big as his mother, but he certainly wasn't stupid.

A freakishly broad vein soon emerged from the insides of Joselyn's skin, spread across the length of her watermelon-sized bicep, traced her log-thick forearm until finally it reached the edge of her wrist. Martin saw this occur and this was what finally made him lose both focus and the match; having succumbed to watching the vein run along his mother's arm, he gave out a small shout as she used his loss of focus to her advantage, drove his arm down against the table hard. He felt a sharp pain sting his knuckles for a moment and rubbed them for comfort before smiling.

"Damn it, that was distracting."

Joselyn chuckled as she pulled herself up from the chair, confidently marched to the kitchen cooker and turned it on. She sported a pair of navy blue dolphin shorts with a complimenting white rim round the waist region. Her steps over to the cooker were light yet still compelled her hamstrings and calves to bulge, the respective tendons rippled like waves with the motions. "I'm sorry. But you know, you were gonna lose anyway."

Martin grumbled, not exactly pleased with the fact his mother statement was true. He had just kept his mind focused on the match – arguably too focused – to have noticed that. "Whatever."

"But, you know why I'm doing all this, right - acting all eager to test my strength in all ways possible, even arm-wrestling with you?" Joselyn opened the fridge and pulled out two boxes of eggs, cracked four open and watched their yolks run into the frying pan that slowly sizzled.

"Yes." Martin rolled his eyes. He didn't have to be reminded for the fourth time about what his mother had planned. Ever since she found out Jerry's mother Teresa was supposedly bigger and stronger than her, Joselyn had endeavoured to make sure she was either equally big or more so. Martin had never known his mother to have such a competitive streak, and yet from seeing it for the first time, it felt normal, as if being so driven was completely natural from her. "You're doing everything you can to get big as or more so than Teresa."

Watching carefully, he witnessed his mother take six eggs from the box at her side and casually ate them all raw, shells and all. She felt the yolks run down the corner of her lips and thick cleavage, smiled gently as her pecs pulsed with a gentle dose of growth as a result that compelled her now-larger chest to press against the fabric of her sports bra. The growth spread as it further affected her arms, quivering with a slight spasm of expansion, biceps pressed against her chest.

The growth ceased almost as soon as it started, making it feel as though it had never occurred at all. Even so, the changes were there and spoke for themselves. Joselyn remained still as if unaffected by what just happened, casually rubbing her right foot against her left calf.

Unsatisfied, however, she reached into fridge once more, pulled out a full, fresh bottle of lemonade, uncorked it, guzzled so greedily, the liquid practically overflowed her mouth and trickled down her neck until she drank the lot.

After a moment to regain her breath, her stomach now barrel-sized and overflowed with foodstuffs, Joselyn spoke: "Oh no, sweetie. It's bigger or nothing." She wasn't going to settle for anything less. She returned to Martin with a plateful of scrambled egg and placed it on his table mat, a hand on his shoulder affectionately. "And I'm sure you'll be there to help however you can."

Before the behemoth mother could sit down with her son one more time for a small meal, the doorbell rang, much to Joselyn's amusement. It was time to get her "cardio" in with Rodrigo.

"Good. Time for some real fun." Joselyn burped as she headed for the door. "Sweetie, things might get noisy for the next couple of hours" she warned Martin apologetically.

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Rodrigo gulped with trepidation as he looked up at Joselyn's naked beefiness, stood proudly with hands on her hips. Prior to his arrival, the Puerto Rican was eager to tumble with the woman, but hadn't expected just how much she'd grown since his visit last week.

She licked her lips with anticipation as she gawked perversely at his erection, her nipples sharp and toes flexed. Her breaths were quick and loud, suggesting a great deal of arousal. "You ready, Roddy?"

Rodrigo's mind was numb. His eyes were engulfed by Joselyn's ever-massive meatiness everywhere he looked. Seemingly lost for words, he merely stood there. Mentally, the man was in no position to be ready for a woman big as Joselyn, yet his manhood had other ideas. She approached him slowly and pressed his back up against the wall before her hand met his shaft and held it firmly, displaying a sultry look.

"I'll take that as a yes," she continued, her voice quiet; sensual and held an air of stimulation about it.

Bent down on both knees, she made sure the first few strokes of Rodrigo's cock were slow and tight, each squeeze of the tip allowed her forearm to ripple. His countering breaths were shallow; quivered in tandem with each stroke the behemoth woman gave him, transcending him to the point of elation, a leg stuck out to the side next to the small table. He was practically rendered speechless. That said, doing otherwise would no doubt ruin the splendid moment. Big Society Beefy Mum II April 2017

"I'd say you're all nice and pumped up now, right?" Her hair draped over her monstrous chest, Joselyn pulled Rodrigo closer so his cock wedged against her cleavage. Smiling, she traced the thickest vein on his shaft with a finger and cooed.

Watching with pleasure-induced blurry vision, Rodrigo saw Joselyn stood up in front of him, turned and bent down so her inhumanly muscled glutes and ass faced him. The muscles in question seemed to flex at their own free will as she presented herself in the position for a moment prior to speaking:

"So, stick it in me. Give me your cream." Her voice now held an air of domination, something the woman not often exhibited, and yet when it did, it was commanding. She gave out a moan of pleasure as Rodrigo did as commanded; sticking his cock into her ass, he felt its interior bulging muscles flex against it, goading the pipe-thick appendage into being massaged.

"Jesus, you're thick in there, Jos." Rodrigo didn't waste any time in getting busy with Joselyn, making sure each thrust he gave was harder and faster than the last. He heard the slaps of his cock smack against the woman's glutes, felt their inner muscles continuously knead its ever-thicker hardness like a pair of hands with the softest skin.

"And I'll just keep getting more so, Roddy." Joselyn envisioned the moment she would arrive at Teresa's house with so much muscle, she would dwarf the woman she considered her rival. It wasn't fair on Martin given he was friends with her son, but Joselyn right now didn't care much for that. "I'm gonna surpass that bitch on so many levels." She groaned as Rodrigo's cock pushed deeper into her, reached an arm out to the table for support, quads quaking with his rhythmic smashing. "I'll make sure my muscles are so much bigger than hers that she'll look skinny in comparison. I'll make sure my gut will be able to pack so much protein that it'll drag across the floor!"

Joselyn discovered she'd made herself wet at her possibly farfetched ambitions, but didn't care. Her hand reached out behind, she hunted for Rodrigo's cock and started stroking the shaft once again, even though it was several inches deep in her now.

"Fucking hell, is that as deep as you can go?" Joselyn rolled her eyes at how ridiculous Rodrigo's efforts to pleasure her ended up being. Sure, she felt him the last time and only a few moments ago, but each time she grew and Rodrigo smashed into her, her ass and its respective muscles seemed to grow and become more resistant to his efforts. "I thought you said you could fuck?""

Her harsh words brought Rodrigo down, softened him up, but Joselyn was far from finished. She was going to make sure of that. Pulling her ass free, she turned to face the Puerto Rican sternly before kneeling on both knees like earlier, then thrust his cock down her full, bullish throat – balls deep. She did gag at how big it was in her mouth compared to her presumptions, but it would soon sort itself out.

Rodrigo returned to pleasurable moans, felt Joselyn's inner throat muscles and tongue seize his cock in rhythmic motions, his balls visibly pressing against the freakish bulges of her throat. She smiled, traced his balls with their dense tendons until he was brought to climax, oozing cum that she greedily welcomes in loud swallows down her gullet, filling it like a barrel. Gagging, the mayonnaise-like liquid overflowed her throat, but she couldn't care less; the building tension gave rise to a small dose of growth to her neck; veins popping in and out, muscles spreading outward in an audible episode of ecstasy, love juice trickling down her neck.

After a moment, she pulled out and smiled at Rodrigo's elated expression, licking the excess cum from her nose and lips. "Now that's creamy."

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Martin watched his mother continuously eat like a savage; she grabbed as much food as she could in each hand and carelessly devoured it with no remorse, burped loudly. It was only ten minutes since Rodrigo left with a limp dick, pretty sure he'd have to see the doctor about it, wanting to make sure it "still works." Joselyn was past caring about him now, though. It was eating time.

Her stomach pressed against the rim of the table, buttons having already popped off her blouse and mini skirt, belly button free for all to gawk at. Her distended abs still showed, however, more so than before. Every few pounds of beef she devoured prompted a small dose of muscle growth.

"Don't you think you're kinda overdoing it now?" Martin hoped his mother would see reason in his pleading, but she actually responded by stuffing more food in her mouth, caring not for the fact that most of it dropped down on her stomach staining it with grease.

"Nonsense." She pulled her arm up into a flex that prompted some growth; the sleeve of her blouse burst to reveal the now-larger bicep which Martin was pretty sure was bigger than his waist by now! "To get beefy, you gotta eat beef."

The chair buckled under Joselyn's weight, cracked at the legs as she bent forward to grab another slab of beef she casually tore in half in with her half and swallowed whole in one bite. In most cases such a thing would cause a person to choke, but Martin saw just how thick and muscular his mother's neck and throat were. Choke? He doubted something like that would ever happen again with her.

Joselyn's gut gurgled prior to casually growing larger with muscle, cracking the side of the table. The growth seemed to spread throughout the mother's body as her shoulders burst through her blouse, veins twitching visibly.

"Now, be a good boy and bake me a pizza." Joselyn's ensuing burp was loud, shook the table slightly as she patted her food-baby like a mother and licked her fingers. "Mother's got some more growing to do if she's to outsize Teresa."

Pulling up from the table to do as asked, Martin knew there was no point in arguing with his mother. He also knew nothing good could ever come from the ensuing confrontation between her and Teresa.

"In fact, make it four" Joselyn remedied. "A little more muscle than necessary never hurt anybody."

Martin rolled his eyes. Four pizzas coming right up, he said inwardly.

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Ho. Lee. Shit.. .That was incredible. 

You have outdone yourself here Amno. This is truly one of your better if not one of your best stories. The muscle descriptions were incredibly erotic, the dialog was onpoint and amusing. Truly well done.