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Wrong Patches #3

Another addition to the 'Patches Universe' and another 60 minute challenge. Hope you enjoy!

"Hmmm...I haven't slept that well for long, long time." Stacey sighed sleepily, letting out cat-like stretch and feeling her toes poke out from the end of the bed. Her crotch still felt tender after last night's antics. Threads of her messy blonde hair stuck to the kinked edges of her grin. Stale sweat, and perfume hung thick in the air.

Stacey glanced over at the large pile of sheets beside her. They rolled down like a mountain range, covering the stallion of a man she had brought home last night. She cooed again as she realised how deeply she'd be pressed into the mattress - it was still molded around her hour-glass waist and sweeping hips.

Stacey peered past her still-numb toes at her desk by the door. Her books, laptop and make-up had been swept into a heap on the floor. Her panties still hung on the corner of the mirror while her skimpy supergirl costume lay in stepping stones along the carpet towards the bed.

'Super indeed' she thought, remembering their matching costumes at the club, the icebreaker with the baby-faced, jacked up hunk that gave her the ride - rides - of her life. Her eyelids fluttered at the memory of his strong, tree-trunk arms wrapping around her petite frame, his chiseled 8-pack clenching as his crotch thrust inside her, or his door-wide back, full of deep ridges to hold on to as he pounded her into climax after climax. She felt her cheeks burning again.

She rolled over and pulled back the sheets. "I still think I wore it better." She frowned.

Under the mountain of duvets was nothing. Just the empty outline of the man's heroically muscular frame imprinted in the mattress. "What the - " She scanned the floor. Not a trace of him was left.

"Sunnova..." she muttered and slumped back to her side of the bed. She folded her arms under her perky boobs and rolled her eyes. "Typical." she tutted.

His number! At least she'd been able to unravel that mystery. She scrambled across the room and reached for her supergirl top.

Glancing over the other pieces of costume scattered on the floor, she it wasn't her cute skirt in a pile, instead was a pair of spandex leggings, and underneath, the signature red y-fronts. Stacey hooked them up with one finger and licked her lips, remembering his banana-sized bulge practically bursting from the red 'overpants' the night before.

"Doofus. That's what you get for trying to sneak out in the dark." She gathered them up, eyeing the royal blue spandex that brought out the best of her bust and her athletic cheerleader body. Stacey wanted him to wish he'd stayed.

Returning to the bed, she slipped the tight garment over her head. She felt it squeeze around her sides and her armpits. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Stacey tugged down the top and watched the big red 'S' stretch wider over her boobs. She could still smell his powerful musk on the spandex. Her heart quivered as she remembered peeling the spandex off his smooth, chiseled chest.

Next, she threaded her legs into the leggings, pulling them over her peachy backside and up to her toned midriff. Finally, with a giggle, she slipped the y-fronts over the top. The costume clung to her curves wonderfully, flaunting the agile physique she'd been working on for so many years.

She grabbed her phone. 

It dinged with a group message. The other girls were waking up.

"OMG Stace - who did I go home with last night?"

"You don't remember?" Stacey chuckled and clacked with her thumbs.

"Did Hulk not smash? " another friend chimed in.

A picture came back. In the dim bedroom light, Stacey made out the frame of a young man covered in green body paint. He looked lost at the sea in king size bed and thick sheets, they did so little to flatter his bony, shirtless body. He couldn't have been more than 90 pounds. "Does HE look like Hulk to you?!?!" her friend added.

Stacey tilted her head and started typing. "What? How did you lose the other guy? He was like 6'5 and totally JACK--" She shuddered as a gripping rush of arousal spread through her. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably. 

Stacey's breaths got harder, her chest started to heave, and her nipples rose through the blue spandex. Her phone slipped from her soaking palms.

"Oh my god - what's - hurgg!" Her breasts jerked up against the smooth fabric. Like electric shocks, skittish bursts of pleasure shook her body.

Stacey blew a ragged groan as her skin and muscles creaked with tautness. What the hell was happening? It was starting to feel like last night, better than last night.

Stacey's jaw clenched as the S stretched wider on her chest. Stacey felt her lower back kinking as her torso pressed forwards, feeling fuller and tighter with every spasm. Each one felt like it would never end, like her muscles would never let her go. Her jaw quivered open with every irresistible squeeze.

Then, in a choking burst, brawny fillets of muscle bulged out from her wrist to her elbows. Thick veins pressed through the spandex as her forearms pumped up wider than her smartphone.

"No way..." she gurgled. Was her superman a 90-pound pipsqueak too? The thought simply ignited her crotch even more. She couldn't fight it much longer. Her quaking fingers couldn't grip the costume before her fists clenched, her back arched and the pleasure poured into her.

Stacey sat, gagging on the power as her chest pumped further and further outwards. With a long, orgasmic clinch, a thin layer of pectoral swept across her chest. The narrow crack between her pecs deepened in even more paralysing pulses. The angular corners of two thin pectorals emerged from under her costume's neckline, clenching fiercely and glistening with sweat.

At least, her body released its irresistible grip. Stacey burst with desperate pants.

"No way!!!" she gasped. "Oh my god it's gonna - it's gonna - "

Stacey clutched the pillows. The orgasmic power began to volley inside her torso. With her arms locked straight, meaty triceps groaned outwards in both her arms. Her moans shuddered as her upper back was packed with sculpted muscles. Her shoulder blades pulled back, her elbows cracked into the headboard.

Stacey felt pinned as her rear delts pressed against the wall. Each shoulder ballooned with comic book size.  Her spine started popping as her muscles pulled her upright, lifting her head in line with the mirror. Stacey looked at her beautiful, gasping face as striations like fingers reached up and thickened her swollen, creaking delts.

She was already the size of any physique model by now, and the intensity wasn't slowing. There was barely a second between every indescribable thump of pleasure. She sank her teeth into her lip, her nostrils hissed savagely as her muscles continued to creak larger and larger. Her panties looked smaller and smaller with each delicious spurt of growth. Her lats poured outwards and pumped her hourglass waist into a pinched triangle. The costume was completely re-shaping her. Mercilessly jacking her up into an impossibly perfect specimen of female muscle. Stacey moaned louder.

Her biceps rose like loaves of bread stuffed in each arm. With her fists at her sides, she felt them bulging against her ribs. Stacey whimpered and sucked down a delirious breath as she felt a new wonderful ache rising in her midriff.

Her hair jerked off her cheeks as a pair of beefy abs shunted out of her flat tummy, then another, and another. They creaked outwards until their smooth edges hung over her red underpants, the same size as her glowing fists.

The sweet fire climbed her thighs, racing towards her crotch. Her toes cracked as she arched her little feet. Stacey couldn't stifle a swoon when her long, smooth legs were filled with that sumptuous, aching tightness. With a shuddering, incredible push, her long legs bulged. The new muscles struck like lightning, bursting down towards her knees, rolling and weaving themselves tightly together. Stacey squealed with delight as her heels twisted and her bucking crotch sank her deeper into the mattress. She gulped down another breath, just in time for another wave of thick muscle to pour down her thighs. Hamstrings to rival her biceps pumped into the back of her legs, her quads rose higher and higher as they packed every inch of her thighs.

Stacey clutched the red y-fronts on her costume and pulled them up, tight against her pussy. As her newly jacked up muscles all flexed, Stacey gagged on the incredible power and fullness she felt in her body. A second later, she came harder than she thought imaginable.

Stacey let out a feral moan, her jaw locked in a grimace as her throbbing muscles twitched and spasmed with electric orgasmic bolts. The tightly-packed stack of her six-pack bit the skin-tight spandex with each carnal breath. Stacey choked on another carnal shudder as her lats crept out another few millimetres. Her pecs flexed themselves, Stacey felt them roll like wave towards her chin, before locking with rippled edges stretching across to her armpits. Her aching back wanted to fold back to satiate the aching, while her knees and muscular thighs rubbed together.

She lay on the bed, somewhere between giggling and moaning, her tiny-looking hands still clutching her panties, all her jacked-up muscles tweaking and flexing at their new heavyweight, superhero maximum. Her heels hung over the end of the bed, but Stacey's excited muscles kept her meaty legs locked straight. She swam in the orgasmic bliss for a few minutes more, savouring the indescribable pleasure. 

"Holy shit -- holy shit -- mmmmm." The pleasure rattled inside her body. Was this what her superman went through last night too? Her hand ran up her blocky abs. She felt so thick and full all over. Her back spread so far across the mattress, as wide as her pillows. Stacey flexed her meaty pecs and felt the sweaty spandex slide across her nipples. She nervously opened her eyes and looked at her reflection.

"No fucking way..." she sighed.

She was a match for her lover. Though she kept her full tits, which remained untouched, and strained the shirt maybe even more than his burly chest had done.

She looked at her legs. Each was as wide as her tight waistline. Stacey lifted her toes and gave them a tentative squeeze. The sweeping muscles leapt into formation, filling the spandex all the way up to her crotch. Stacey whimpered in awe at the sheer size and power of the muscles she felt shifting under her skin. It was intoxicating, addictive. How could muscles get this big, so fast?

The costume was strained so tightly around her supercharged muscles, Stacey spotted the faint outlines of some inch-wide squares under the spandex. They were dotted down her arms, thighs and chest. Her veins fattened as they got closer to each patch. Stacey ran her fingers over the smooth little squares. She pressed gently on one square on her bicep. Her jaw and veins quivered as it sent a bolt of pleasure and tension through her muscle. Her bicep clenched instantly to its 19-inch maximum. Flooded with tightness.

"Oh my god - oh my god" she spluttered, clenching her fist as the sensation pounded in her arm.

'What did he do to me? How was this even possible? How the hell does it feel so good? How long am I gonna have this body?' her mind gushed all at once. 

Stacey grabbed her phone with shaking hands. When she unlocked the screen, the camera was still in selfie mode. Bulging blue curves crowded every corner of the screen. Her bowling ball delts, thick traps and broad chest framed her flushed, post-orgasm cheeks and beautiful features.

She spent minutes ogling herself on her phone, finding every flattering angle that made her delts look as big as her head, or her pecs thick and high enough to support her chin. Lying on her back, she peered down at her cobblestone abs leading towards her powerful thighs. Rolling on her front, she hadn't realised her glutes had ripened into juicy, swollen buttocks, making her lower back burst with even more width and allure. Every muscle was pumped and shredded enough to step on stage. Each one bulged and flexed with the intensity of an eye-watering superset. The feeling squeezed her all over, still teasing her crotch.

She started a text message. "Morning Superman. Looks like someone does have an alter ego." she wiped the sweat for her upper lip. "But I can keep a secret if you can..."

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Great and i hope for more

Tha't s great!!! Loved it

This is actually rather good. Maybe I should check the previous two stories.

OMG, your brain is on hyper drive!! Great addition to the "Patch" world.......k++, please keep adding to this story line!!

Appreciate the kind words! I actually liked this idea so much I'm working on a follow-up about a 2nd date between the two characters. Hopefully it'll be up in the next few weeks

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Super hot story with really great muscle descriptions. Do take your time writing the next part as a well written story is always worth the wait.

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Since so many of you enjoyed Wrong Patches #3, as did I, I decided to go ahead and write a follow-up. I don't think I've ever written, edited, and polished up a piece so quickly. Microsoft Word tells me this is almost 6,000 words, you lucky dawgs! This also might be one of my favourite pieces ever, jus' sayin'.

I hope y'all like muscle growth.


It was her, unmistakably her. 'Oh god - there she is.' Paxton's mind yelped.

He was equally relieved and terrified to see her in the flesh again. He lifted a thick textbook over his face and peered over through his glasses. She looked exactly as she did the night they had first met a few nights ago, although he detected a slight stiffness in her long strides, as well as some faint, but sturdy-looking curves in her thighs, as tall and smooth as champagne flutes beneath her cheerleader's skirt. Clearly not all the after-effects had worn off completely. 

At 19, she had none of the cherubic features of her cheerleader squad-mates. The perfect contours of her cheekbones made her looked like a sculpted supermodel front and centre of the group. Her thick blonde hair rolled down in effortlessly disheveled waves - unkept yet perfect at the same time. The cute dimples either side of her glistening lips stretched deep into her cheeks as she waved goodbye to her friends and peeled off towards the smoothie bar.

Paxton tore his eyes off her and turned away from the window. The doorbell jangled.

Stacey walked up the bar and ordered a detox smoothie, her 5th one of the day. Her appetite had been insatiable since her experience in 'Chad's' super suit a few nights before. Her heart was pounding. She wiped her clammy palms on her skirt, glancing behind her to make sure all her friends were finally out of sight.

While blenders whirred, she scanned the bar for her superman. The outline of his familiar head sent instant quivers through her body. Being the only one in the room who knew what hidden power lay inside that narrow man in the corner, nervously kneading the edges of his seat. It could only be him.

Neatly-combed dark blonde hair. An emergent jawline on a clean-shaven, juvenile face. It had to be him. She looked around some more, no one else even remotely similar was around. 'Oh god, it must be him' she whimpered in her head, smiling as she collected her order. A fraction of him at least. How could he stand looking so ordinary, when he could be who he was just a few nights ago, she wondered.

Stacey swallowed and began her approach. 'Play it cool, Stacey'. 

"Is this seat taken?" Stacey demure voice filled his head.

He jerked upright straight with shock. He half-stood up, making his chair squawk in his attempt to be gentlemanly. By the time he was standing straight, Stacey had already planted her backside in her chair and dumped her bag on the floor and gestured to the empty seat opposite him.

"Thanks. I'm just waiting for someone." she placed her bag on the ground. "Maybe you've seen him actually. Chad. A bigger guy, maybe 6"4, 250 pounds, totally ripped." she stirred her smoothie. "Likes to dress up in costumes and take crazy-powerful steroids, then sneak out in the middle of the night without saying goodbye, you know him?"

Paxton stammered with a nervous chuckle. He tried to lean back in his chair but felt his spine grind against the wooden frame. He hunched his shoulders to alleviate the pain, only making him look more narrow-chested and frail. "Yeah..." he croaked at last. Her gorgeous features made him sweat like smoothie in her grip. "...we know each other."

"He said he would meet me here but..." she craned her neck and scoured the smoothie bar with an exaggerated frown on her face. "...he's definitely not here." Stacey pursed her lips around her straw and settled her eyes into his. Her cheeks sucked in, flattering her cheekbones She watched his composure melt under her smoldering gaze. Paxton's head darted to and from her eyes and the smoothie bar window to the street - convinced that someone from class was about to walk past and see he him talking with Stacey Rossi. They made such an unlikely pair - it seemed so reckless to do it in public, not that he had the right, nor the guts, to decline Stacey's offer for a second meeting after what happened.

"Chad wanted to say sorry, for rushing off without saying goodbye." Paxton composed himself. Stacey flicked an eyebrow and turned her gaze on her drink, coaxing him for more. She heard his dry mouth crackling. "...and for the mix-up with the suit. He never wanted to scare you or hurt you."

"I mean...I've had worse weekends." Stacey muttered quietly with a shrug. Paxton took a moment to try and compute her answer.

"Me t - so did he." his heart quivered. He hid back in his drink. Stacey snuffled, and her deep eyes glowed with a smile. This was going well. Better than he imagined. Too well? He watched Stacey gulp down more of her colourful smoothie.

"I kinda... I kinda didn't want to take it off...for a while" Stacey chuckled awkwardly. "We don't have cheerleading practice on Sundays." She licked her lips and brushed a golden twirl of hair from her cheek. Paxton spotted her dimples flicker. Stacey hadn't been able to take her mind off it for days. She'd lost count of the time she'd ogled the selfies she'd taken of herself at her most pumped-up.

"Did you?" Regardless of how coolly he was able to feign some confidence, nothing prepared him for what Stacey said next.

"If Chad had stuck around, he would have seen that I actually..." she huffed with embarrassment. "I actually put it back on." she gazed up at him with her big eyes. They were submissive and bashful, kinky and guilty.

Straw in his mouth, Paxton's heartstrings virtually snapped. He tried not to choke. His crotch instantly ached, his cheeks warmed. He latched his lips around his straw to try and conceal his joy. Finally wrangling some composure, he cocked an eyebrow and rallied every nerve to hold her sultry gaze.

"...but it wasn't as good the second time."

"Oh?" Paxton's long gulp was giving him pounding brain freeze, but he managed to stop his facade crumbling.

"It wasn't as intense." Stacey's eyes darted around the bar as she whispered. "I didn't get as big...y'know?" her girly, manicured nails gently squeezed her smoothie cup. "I mean, don't get me wrong it was insane." She crossed her long, glossy thighs. Paxton heard the leather creak as she shuffled her peachy backside. She ran a finger along a shallow vein in her forearm, following it until it disappeared before her elbow. She sighed quietly. "But I miss him." Paxton steadied himself and leaned forward and rehearsed the line in his head.

"Do you want to go and see him?" he clenched his toes.

Stacey nibbled at perfect, glistening lips. Her eyes were quivering like water, brimming pools of wet desire. She nodded childishly. Her crotch hummed with desire at every word. The questions could wait, she rationalised. Would there ever be another chance like this?

"He lives just around the corner." Stacey couldn't stifle a whimper of excitement. Both their chairs roared back.

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"Chad'll be back in a moment." Paxton opened his bedroom door and gestured for Stacey to wait outside. 

Stacey drew close and wrapped her fingers around his forearm, her middle finger and thumb connecting. "No." whispered, looking down at his childishly thin arms. "I want to see it." she pulled him into the room.

He darted into a large, walk-in closet on the far side of the room.

Stacey looked around his bedroom for a moment, hearing the clothes hangers jangle. She glanced back at the door. 'Am I really doing this? Is this what I'm into now? Is this how far I'd go for another date with 'Chad'?' she chastised herself. The floorspace of Paxton's bedroom was suspiciously clean, the results only achieved by a teenage boy knowing he was having female company on short notice. Again, Stacey's mind wandered to the incredible sensation of her muscles expanding, squeezing her and throbbing with pleasure all over her. She looked down at her smooth slender arms and sighed. She heeled the door shut behind her.

"Don't be too long, Superman." she called.

A moment later, he emerged from the closet. Stacey tried her best to stifle a laugh.

He looked like a blue glue stick. So uneventful was his flat and narrow chest. The spandex wrapped around his almost cylindrical torso. His tiny nipples were the only reference of any sort of pectoral muscle under his milky skin. He looked deflated by Stacey's reaction.

He kneaded his hands awkwardly, shuffling from side to side. Eventually, he chose to cross his arms, his elbows drew a perfect 90-degree angle without a bump or a lump of any muscle to be seen. He couldn't bear to look her in the eyes for more than split-second. Dodging his gaze away whenever their eyes met. Both their nervous breaths filled the silence.

"Well...alright...Superman." Stacey pushed out the words. She cleared her throat and stepped closer. Stacey purred in his ear. "I'm ready for you." He gulped audibly.

Stacey took a step back with her smartphone filming. It already felt slippery in her fingers. She couldn't wait to see this awkward little shrimp blossom back into her dreamy stallion of a superhero.

"Wait, are you fffffff - ffffuu -- " Paxton's chin plunged down. His knobby knees rattled. Whole-body shudders ran all over him. His ribcage heaved both sides of the diamond 'S' emblem on his chest.

Paxton clasped his hands together over his navel. He gritted his teeth. His mouth stretched into a grimace. Thick muscle burst along his forearms, past his elbows, and punched out into two capped shoulders beside his ears. A long, straining grunt poured from his locked jaw.

His eyes slammed shut as another layer of dense, sinewy muscle coated his arms down to his quaking fists. Smooth, rounded curves creaked out in both sides above his quaking arms. The spandex rippled around the ropey knots of muscle bulging at his elbows. The sleeves slid slightly up his wrists, teasing the writhing veins sucking down the super steroids in the nearby patch. His forearms burst with another few inches of width, expanding with the same perverted hunger as his biceps, triceps and shoulders, which all seemed desperate to grow as wide as his scrawny torso. 

"Hrrggg - yeeeeah." Paxton growled. Stacey swallowed at the sound, noting the thickening bulge growing in his y-fronts too. Her pussy started to hum. She couldn't believe she was witnessing it again.

He grunted in time with every thump of muscle, as if he was willing himself bigger, more chiseled and massive. Stacey bit her lip as long, deep ridges of muscle rippled through his delts.

His bullet nipples rolled downwards to the floor. A sweeping crescent under each one pushed out. Paxton growled again and flexed his arms across his front in a most-muscular pose. At once, traps bulged around his neck, and his pecs creaked and poured forwards like cooling molten metal, setting in thick layers of inch-deep plates.

His nipples disappeared behind his bulging biceps, their splitting tips juddering outwards another inch to reach their 21-inch peaks. Stacey watched the centre of the 'S' on his chest pinch in the centre and slowly get swallowed between his throbbing pectorals.

"Oh, fuck yeah." Stacey whispered.

Suddenly, Paxton's dripping chin flew up to the ceiling, grunting and snorting hungrily. Stacey saw the throbbing forks of veins climbing his neck. His tiny-looking hands grasped at the air. He drew his elbows up to his temples. His flexing biceps blocked his ears, leaving him with only his stamping pulses and bursting breaths. His 8-pack shunted outwards as he crunched with a determined growl. 

His top pair of abs pumped out harder and further than the others, forming a sculpted staircase descending towards his bulge. Stacey let out a yearning sigh. She knew what they were capable of. Her breathing quickened as each pair strained further outwards.

His eyes popped open again. He flexed his heavy-weight bodybuilder arms in a double-biceps pose. His grunts shifted from assertive to higher, more incredulous groans. It was as though he couldn't take much more, nor could he handle the savage sensation of his hulking muscles still expanding on his trembling frame. Stacey padded around behind him.

"Oh wow." Stacey didn't hear herself over his manic grunts, as Paxton's head sank lower as his muscular back yawned outwards. Between his volleyball shoulders, Stacey ogled where she would place her hands to keep her grip when they went to bed. His back muscles rolled inwards, pressing hard against each other, then poured outwards, clenching and jostling each other for space.

Thick sheets of muscle drew over his ribs. The dents by his shoulder blades deepened. His lats poured outwards, pushing his fists further away from his hips at a freakish new angle.

Paxton slapped his thighs. Stacey watched his glutes clench together and rupture outwards with angular corners. The lower corners pinching outwards as they stretched towards his hamstrings. Stacey lowered the camera to get a profile shot of his thighs.

His cock stretched to one side, reaching further across bucking hips. Just below, Paxton's toes kneaded the carpet. With a fierce jolt, his legs locked straight. Stacey watched his thigh gap slam shut with long, endless bulge of his quads. Strands of muscle and sinew slithered towards his crotch, then jerked and bulged outwards into swollen fillets of leg muscle. Upside-down hearts of muscle flanked his kneecaps, visibly throbbing as his quads kept pumping into sweeping curves with nowhere else to go.

Paxton groaned with a mix of exhaustion and orgasm. He teetered slightly on the spot. His feet looked so small beneath his baseball-calves and mighty legs. His boyish, underdeveloped features straining atop of his immaculately sculpted physique seem even more perverse and unhinged. Stacey's felt a bead of sweat trickle down her inner thighs. She struggled to keep her camera steady with her blooming arousal. 
The patches were starting to appear through his straining costume. Stacey could follow the network of thick, squirming veins like a subway map. His grimace couldn't have stretched any wider. His grunts couldn't have been any hungrier.

"Stay with me baby." Stacey placed a hand on his hard, capped shoulder. His eyelids flickered wildly, Stacey sighed as she watched his mighty transformation finally slow. Stacey could feel the muscles pulsing under her fingertips. Her own heart pounded at the thought of her own upcoming turn.

His breaths became shallower, he sounded like he was about to faint at his pants rattled out of his open mouth.

He stood planted on the spot, knees bent. Grunting and grunting, like he was wrestling for consciousness, to stay in command of his hyper-charged, ultra-muscled new body. Stacey saw his massive, curving package throbbing beneath his underwear. All his muscles were locked at their heavyweight bodybuilder size. She looked on, almost as breathless, and savoured the moment.

Stacey's crotch was steaming hot. She couldn't believe how savage it was. How crazy it was for him to do that to himself. His exposed skin glistened. Stacey stood silently, her breaths quivering at what she'd just witnessed.

He let out a deep, satisfied sigh, wriggling his fingers and rolling back his massive shoulders. Stacey watched him flirt with the new strength and size of his body. He ogled and clenched his muscles and licked his lips as they leapt under his skin. The suit was practically painted on. Her pussy ached as he licked the sweat from his cheek and gingerly pumped his huge new muscles, looking utterly obsessed with himself. Stacey imagined the orgasmic ache that must have been pounding in every inch of him. When she had donned the second-hand suit, she hadn't been pumped up that big. 'How much could he take?' she let out a ragged sigh.

Her superman was back. Heaving and grunting at the absolute peak of his muscularity. Despite his perfectly comic-book superhero density and conditioning, he seemed more fragile than ever. She tentatively approached.

"How did - how'd it look?" his voice trembled, blinking the sweat from his eyes.

"Fucking amazing." Stacey huffed. She wrapped her arm around his lower back, running her fingers through the fist-width gap in his back. His delt was as large as her head, clenching and rustling with electric aftershocks of power. She felt his murmuring obliques as she wrapped her hand around his hips. She wiped a bead of sweat from his chin and switched the phone to selfie mode. Paxton's heaving, superhero body took up most of the frame. Stacey had to tilt the phone to fit her own head.

"Smile" Stacey rested her chin on his volleyball delt. For a few seconds, he was entranced by his own massively muscled reflection. He flexed one huge bicep and watched it cover Stacey's entire head. He chuckled drunkenly.

She rose up to her tip-toes and oozed into his ear. "That one's going in my private collection."   

"Did you?" she nodded towards his bulge.

"Almost twice." He huffed. He turned to face her. He was so wide, she gulped. She couldn't absorb his entire torso so close. She turned off her phone and tossed it aside.

"Well save some for me..." she gently stroked her fingers along the underside of his thick member.

In a single blink, Paxton's doe-eyes disappeared. With a carnal grunt, reached under Stacey's skirt and ripped her panties in half. Then he lifted Stacey off the floor. Stacey yelped as she felt his biceps pressed into the backs of her thighs. Her head stopped a few inches from the ceiling. In seconds his hot heavy breaths were pouring against her crotch.

Her trembling fingers clutched at the top of his skull. Her other hand slipped all over his rock-hard muscles under his sweaty spandex. His forearms twice the width of his wrists gave her no purchase. She swooned at his incredible strength. She'd sat on park benches with less give than his massive arms. Her crotch jolted as he lapped fast against her tender clit.

In seconds, she was already started to crumble. Her thighs clamped over his ears as an orgasmic bolt shot through her body. Then another. He unraveled her second by second. Stacey was so overwhelmed by all of it. His size, his strength, his tongue. She gasped into the ceiling as she came.

Paxton grunted with approval. That was quicker than the previous night they'd spent together.

"Nggghhhh - god pleeeease, god get it inside me." Stacey moaned deliriously.

Paxton wiped his soaking chin on her thigh and lowered her with pneumatic control on to the bed. He hooked his thumbs around his y-fronts, eager to let his straining cock out of the costume. 

"Hnghh no." she begged through her gasps. She pointed behind her to his closet. Paxton frowned. "Can I - please. I want some - I want some." Stacey hardly recognised her own voice. She'd never begged for anything in the bedroom. She was Stacey Rossi. Men were normally putty to her. She couldn't care less. She wanted it. And she always got what she wanted. She clutched childishly at the patches bulging through the skin-tight spandex on Paxton's body. Pulses of tightness rippled through his muscles as she pressed them into him. An excited grin spread across Paxton's lips.

Stacey heard his heavy footsteps marching over to the closest. There were a few seconds of rummaging. She rolled on to her back, to see Paxton's whole back filling up the entire closet.

Suddenly, he pivoted on the heels, clutching a small deck of white patches.

"Oh god - yes - yes" Stacey panted as he stomped back towards the bed, his eyes still wide and greedy.

Paxton carefully scanned her gorgeous, gasping face for any trace of true fear. A kinky snarl in her lips responded, her eyes drooled at what lay in his hands, her dimples stretched deep into her flushed cheeks. Paxton's tongue was practically hanging from his mouth as he stepped back and looked at Stacey's pin-up naked torso spread before him, submissive and begging him to load her with patches. Just the thought of what could happen brought him to the brink of another orgasm.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her towards him. Stacey felt two stinging slaps on the backs her of her thighs. Stacey gnawed on her knuckles to stifle her impatient yearning sighs. Paxton planted two more on her quads. "Oh fuck - oh fuck!" Stacey burst, clutching the bedsheets. There was no turning back now.

Stacey felt the teeth of the patches sinking into her flesh. Shockwaves rolled up her legs and made her clench her glutes fiercely. She watched Paxton take off his y-fronts and slide down the hem of his leggings, revealing his rock-hard manhood wrapped in a condom already clouded with a full dose of his load.

He hooked an arm under her waist and effortlessly flipped her onto her front. Then he grabbed her legs and pulled her backside towards his twitching, curved cock. She felt another two slaps on her glutes. A moment later, Paxton's thick head pressed into her.

"Hngggg - gawwwwwdd." Stacey gurgled through her locked jaw. The joint sensation was beyond description. Her feet twisted and rocked on the carpet while she clung on to the bed sheets. The magical, aching pumps locked her thighs straight. Her toes clenched into the carpet as the pleasure bloomed inside her. 

Through her flickering eyelids, Stacey looked down at the twig-thick veins bursting out from each patch. Her glistening skin stretched taut with glossy curves. As Paxton began to thump rhythmically into her pussy, there was nervous tremor beneath the patches. A few pumps later, her quads began filling outwards.


Stacey watched her thighs rapidly shudder towards her nose and gaping mouth. With every pulse they reached a new level of musculature, thumping from toned and sturdy, to sculpted, to bulging, knotted tree trunks squeezing her bones. She let out a long, thirsting growl. She couldn't believe anything could feel this good. Between Paxton's strong thrusts and the thumping crackles of pleasure in her muscles, she barely had time to breathe. She choked on the pleasure, silently begging for it to continue.

From behind, Paxton watched her glutes ripen into a sumptuous heart shape. Their upper edges flared out, swelling into a juicy, muscular peach with thickening inner edges that squeezed together. Each glute nervously twitched outwards, swallowing his cock until her backside was sliding up and down on Paxton's thrusting hips.

Paxton watched her torso heaving faster and faster, the bedsheets twisting inside her shaking fists. Her sumptuous new glutes clenched and flexed skittishly, clamping hard on the lower shaft of his member. Inside her, in synchrony with her savage grunts, Stacey's pussy pulsed with desperate squeezes. The sensation pushed an awe-filled groan from his lungs. He'd never felt anything so good.

In excitable, organic creaks, slender cords of hamstrings began emerging in the backs of her thighs. Stacey snorted loudly as they creaked into thick ropes of hamstring, nuzzling deeper into the hinges beneath her glutes.

The orgasmic intensity rose with each juddering squeeze, the pleasure fired into every thick new sinew. With another jolt of pleasure, her beefy legs closed together like a vice.

Paxton held his cock inside her, knowing if she slid out, he wouldn't get back through the closing walls of her erupting thigh muscles. But her pussy continued to pulse and squeeze his cock. He pulled her hips hard into him and held on.

The all-consuming pleasure filled her even more, pushing awestruck, lust-soaked moans from her lungs. Stacey buried her face in the mattress and wailed, her pussy clamped hard around Paxton's cock. Her whole body rattled, consumed by blinding pulses of ecstasy squirting through her. The orgasm detonated inside her like a bomb. Her thighs had bulged almost the size of Paxton's, her quads pouring forward over her toes.

With his hands around her hips, Paxton kept her upright as he fired another load into her. A startled shudder of intense exotic pleasure rattled through him.

They both grunted and moaned and came in harmony.

Paxton eased his cock out. The endless thumping of blood and steroids in his muscles kept his aching member thick and full at its 7-inch size. Stacey turned her head as her hips bucked and her knees quaked against each to stay upright.

Even with tears in her peripheral vision, she saw the wide round curves of her meaty new glutes popping from her lower back. Her bursting muscles felt like she was holding a searing hot yoga stretch. Her muscles twitched and shuddered as they absorbed the last few drops of every patch, Stacey couldn't take her teeth out of her lip - it felt like Paxton was still pounding her hard.

Needless to say, she was surprised when Paxton appeared at her side and slid beneath her. The bed frame creaked loudly. With a firm but gentle grip, her reached her Stacey's armpits and pulled her on top of him.

Stacey let out a ragged sigh as she eased her brawny, aching quads up on to the bed. Her skin felt so taut and full - the tightness in her legs was intoxicating - with carnal curiosity she flexed then again and again. Feeling the taut stretch of her glossy skin, embracing the muscle as her own.

Her juiced up tree trunks were 3 times the width of her arms. Without any patches on her upper body, she resembled an Olympic speed skater, so explosive looking were her thighs.

She didn't have long to savour it though. The chiseled, super hero chest of Paxton grew bigger in front of her as he pulled her closer. Her knees sir slid along the bed towards him.

She stared at him as she slid closer. Her eyes were wide and wet and as hungry as her pussy. She looked completely entranced, practically salivating as she settled into his lap. Sitting on her knees made her new quads bulged even wider at the sides. Paxton could see the curves of her ripe new backside spilling out beside her narrow hips.

She looked at his cock, twitching and resting up on his sculpted abdominals. She wasn't done with that yet. She let out a low, sensual gurgle as Paxton turned over his palm and plucked a patch off the top of the pile.

The sweet scent of their crotches hung thick in the air. Stacey's breaths trembled between terrified, overwhelmed shudders, and lusty, exhausted groans. Her lips quivered at she took his cock and slowly slid it back inside her. Her begging eyes told him what to do next.

Stacey growled with delight as she felt the teeth of my patches sink into her back. Groping throbs of tightness rolled up her spine. Paxton watched her grimace stretch wider with each slap. Hungry moans spewing from the corners of her mouth. Paxton hurriedly slapped one on each shoulder, one in the center of her chest, one above her bellybutton, and two more just above each elbow. Stacey swooned at organised network over her sweaty, gagging body. He was the master. He knew how to make her ascend again.

"Yes - yes - yess" She whimpered as she watched her shoulder and bicep veins start to connect with each other and fatten.

Like the air was shunted out of her lungs all at once, an explosion of power and pleasure detonated inside of her. Paxton growled as he felt her pussy clench and shudder around his cock. Stacey's anxious hands started clasping at the heavyweight curves of his hefty muscles.

Paxton started to rock his hips again. With every thrust, Stacey's hips became sturdier and sturdier.

With a girlish squeal, Stacey convulsed forward, wrapping her arms around his chest. He noticed the increasing weight in his lap. With a powerful jerk, her biceps bulged under his armpits. Her lips twisted with every driving push, as her apple-sized biceps pressed up into the ceilings of his armpits. Paxton clamped his elbows to his sides, locking her in place. He was loving watching his muscle-doll erupt with power against his own jacked-up body. Stacey looked up at him, her face was the purest expression of awe he had ever seen - amazed, terrified, moaning with shock and amazement. Her eyes were rippling and vacant, like she was being wracked with more pleasure she could even handle. His cock had never been harder in his life.

She gurgled as her shoulders started to throb. Her delts ruptured with re-doubled size. Pumpkin ridges pumped outwards, yanking her elbows back against Paxton's grip. He barely budged, even as the hot shudders of rising power charged her muscles. She let out a series of rising pants as her shoulders curved around into spheres. In creaking pulses, they filled out bigger still, creaking towards Paxton's own striated orbs.

Stacey seemed to groan with complaint as her hulking muscles stopped just shy of short of pressing into his. Her nostrils flared, and her head tipped back. Her lower back kinked forwards, pressing his cock deeper inside her. At last, the rippling edges of her shoulder crept out another few millimetres.

"C'monngh - c'monnnghh" she snarled through the stunning orgasmic spurts. She could feel an insatiable power pooling in her hips. Paxton's thick tip stroked up her cervix. A bolt of savage pleasure clenched all her muscles at once. She ground faster against Paxton's hard torso, their sweaty, hardening muscles started to slap louder together. She felt her midriff fill with an orgasmic ache. Her crunching abs pushed him even deeper inside. Stacey's lips snagged on her teeth as her abs creaked out together. Paxton felt her pussy grow tighter around his member. In a few more blinding pulses, her own blocky 6-pack was sliding and thumping against his. The distance between them creaked smaller and smaller as Stacey's squirming body sucked every sinew of muscle from the patches on her upper body.

Stacey gritted her teeth. She sucked down a breath and held it. Paxton felt a rising, powerful rattle through her body. Stacey pulled herself tighter against Paxton's chest.

"Hnnnnggggrrrrrrrr" Her lats strained outwards. Spilling wider and wider. Her shoulders crept further apart, pulled lower by her bursting back. She grunted hungrily with every inch that flared in her torso. The thump shoved Stacey's lips a hair's breadth from Paxton's. Their hot breaths blasted into each other. Even grunting and coming as wildly as she ever had, she was still achingly beautiful. Her demure, elegant features gave no hint of the veiny, roid-soaked muscles she was begging onto her frame.

Stacey's soaking tits rubbed all over the rippled S logo on Paxton brawny chest. With a breathtaking jolt, Stacey's teeth flashed as a taut sheet of pectoral stretched across her chest. It juddered hungrily, becoming thicker and deeper, inviting veins to spread towards the narrow crevice forming beneath her collar bone. It was met by another in pounding heartbeats. Finally, her whole upper body was sealed in thick layers of rippling muscle. The thick layers rolled on to her and enveloped her like a tight, euphoric suit.

This. This was the moment she had craved. To be entirely consumed and pumped up in every limb and muscle. Just like the suit had done to her. The indescribable liquid orgasm could now squirt through every inch of her body. Her eyes started to roll back in her head as she let the patches knead and squeeze her body without resistance. In a final crescendo, her pecs shivered and rolled forward with an inch-thick layer, jerking her breasts out to the sides and squeezing her torso in a sumptuous, sensual bear-hug.

Paxton too, had creaked outwards to a new level of musculature he had never dared to try alone. While Stacey was now as bigger than the photos she had sent him. Those rippling, distended curves framing her straining, crescent dimples. He was entranced watching her, as his own thick pecs caught endless drips of sweat from her heart shaped chin. Into it. She was so into it.

His trance was snapped by Stacey suddenly ripping her meaty arms free from his clinch. Before he could blink, Stacey shoved him on to his back with remarkable strength. Paxton's head hit the pillow like a brick, gurgling with delight as he finally got a full view of Stacey's jacked-up new body. Her physique was quivering in an X-shaped silhouette, with lightning veins striking from the patches.

She flexed in a double biceps pose. Every thrust of his cock sent eye-watering squeezes of pleasure into every fibre of her hulking physique. Paxton could swear he saw her muscles ripple in shock with every thrust, as though he was keeping the throbbing extremities of her new body bulging and pumped to their max.

She reminded him over his favourite pictures of Shannon Courtney. Her gorgeous features atop thick, over-ripened muscles that burst off her frame. Her muscles contorted and gorged with venom. He felt like his heart was about to burst from his chest. Her furious muscle growth and endless pussy-clenching coaxed another long, pumping orgasm from his cock. He crunched forward as he came. A grin flickered across her lips. She leant forward and embraced him again.

Their crotches loudly slicked and squished together while their shaking breaths poured into each other. They felt their hard, smooth abs and pecs rubbing and slipping over each other. Paxton's fingers stretched around her rolling melon-sized glutes. Neither could tell how many times the other had come, not that it would have made them stop, as the all-consuming, blinding, smothering pleasure refused to slow.

It spilled and soaked every squirming muscle fibre of their teenage bodies. Stacey was now molded around Paxton's body, her glistening, jacked-up muscles had bulged out in every direction they could. Both could feel each other's roid-soaked muscles pulsing with hardness, refusing to unflex and let go of the delicious sensation constantly bursting and re-bursting inside their bodies.

"Hhmmmmmff - God - gaaaawd" she swooned over and over in to his chest. Residual crackles of orgasm and power seized her aching muscles. Stacey could hardly feel her pussy at all. Their laps were one hot slippery mess. The quivering grip of her pulsating vagina still held Paxton's cock deep inside her. She swept her sweaty, matted blonde hair and let out an endless sigh, looking like she'd just stepped out of a steam room. Lazily, she looked down at her new glistening super-heroine figure.

She ran her hands over her slippery abdominals. She drew back her shoulders and felt her biceps nuzzling against her forearms at her elbows. Blood pumped manically from her finger tips to the fringes of her thick new delts. Looking side-on, her jacked up arms rivaled the width of her waist. She straightened her arms and felt the skin in the backs of her arms stretch as her meaty triceps tensed up into their shredded horseshoes.

No matter how hard she tried to clench her new muscles, the aching was never satisfied. She gritted her teeth and flexed with the bottomless power of her super-charged muscles, but nothing could satiate the orgasmic pump squirting through her body.

Finally, their throbbing pulses and bodies seemed to calm down. Stacey's grunts became softer and sultrier again. There was more than a few second between her gasps. Paxton's erection faded. It was finally easing off.

"Ffffuuuuck" Paxton shuddered, watching Stacey discover all her brand-new muscles. What a few 'fresh' patches had done to her body. She'd gulped it all down and looked like she still had room, and a thirst, for more. She hadn't run to the hills. She even watched him pump himself up - hardcore - and 'still' wanted it. He basked in her total perfection. His heart swelled with something other than eye-watering super-steroids. He drew one mighty, blue bulging arm behind his head.

Stacey finally clambered off him with a wince. "God damn, my legs" she huffed, flopping down beside Paxton. Stacey flexed her thighs out. They both watched them bubble up to attention. Her thigh gap slammed shut as she clenched, thick, tightly woven cords of muscle that stretched glossy ridges across her long legs. Paxton watched her toes splay as she sighed with satisfaction. "Hmmmfff - holy shit, Chad." She softly kneaded her breasts. "Where have you been all my life?" She giggled dozily.

Paxton lay sunken into the mattress, lips hanging open, his brawny chest heaving his spent member in and out of sight. He'd never come so much in his life. There was a blissful numbness in his crotch and compete emptiness in his head. Stacey's finger traced the deep cracks between his sculpted abs while slowly blinked back to consciousness. Stacey's glazed, swooning eyes stared back at him. In his normal form, Paxton wouldn't have been to bear the attention of her breathtaking gaze, but luckily there wasn't enough left between his eyes that hadn't come bursting out of his crotch. So, they lay, drunkenly, lovingly lost in each other's eyes for minutes. Their minds replaying a dozen different snorting, growling climaxes, their muscular bodies brimming and tweaking with unnatural, fantastic size.

At last, Stacey reached over his chest with her python arms, pulled herself against his body. Paxton welcomed her warm embrace and reached around her sweeping lower back and gently pulled her hips closer still. They turned to each other, their slippery noses brushed. Stacey slid her tongue tenderly into his mouth.

     


--- Epilogue ---


"There." Stacey tapped the pause button. "That's my favourite part." She nibbled her thumb.

Yeah? How come?

Stacey shrugged her capped shoulders. Their viscous, full body pumps had finally subsided. But both their naked bodies still held on to their meaty new size, albeit with a softer, less vascular and smoother look.

Stacey rewound the video a few seconds. On the shaky video, Paxton's shield like pecs burst forward, accompanied by a savage grunt, pinching and swallowing an inch of the S. All around the S on his chest, his shoulders, biceps, and pecs formed a bulging, curvy, muscular frame around his chest. The edges of the muscular frame began to converge closer from all sides, the window getting smaller with every one of Paxton's savage grunts.

"It's not your body" she plucked pensively at her lip. "It's your face."

Paxton squinted closer.

With a hard spasm, Paxton's grunt twisted up an octave. His quivering eyes popped as wide as his torso. His mouth burst into a feral grimace, little beads of spittle bubbling at the corners of his mouth.

"It's like even you can't believe it. Like you didn't even think you could get this jacked, and you know you should stop but your body is begging you for more."

"It's like there no way you're not on some hyper-steroids, but you don't care, you love it."

Paxton's cheeks burned bright. His fingers trembled just from description. She hit the nail on the head alright. No girl had ever talked so candidly about the patches, or his growth like that.

"Is that how you felt?" he asked.

"I wish I could see my video." Stacey sighed.

Paxton swallowed and spent a moment carefully constructing the right question in his mind. "Would you like to?" he offered at the small video camera on the table.

[Trinitus]

I am at a loss for words to describe how awesome and erotic this story is. And making me speechless is no easy feat to accomplish, but I shall try to give it the praise it deserves.
The flow of the story is great with good paragraphing and no spelling mistakes that I could find. What has me at a loss for words is the astounding descriptions of Paxtons (or should I say Chad?) and Staceys muscles, the muscle growth and the sex.

I really hope to read more of your writing in the future. 

[Poddy]

I am at a loss for words to describe how awesome and erotic this story is. And making me speechless is no easy feat to accomplish, but I shall try to give it the praise it deserves.
The flow of the story is great with good paragraphing and no spelling mistakes that I could find. What has me at a loss for words is the astounding descriptions of Paxtons (or should I say Chad?) and Staceys muscles, the muscle growth and the sex.

I really hope to read more of your writing in the future. 

Thank you very much for the kind words! I was worried that an MMG sequence would stop people reading to the end, so thanks again for taking the time to read the whole story. For me (and I'm sure for many others), this one is kind of a personal fantasy of mine and I think that translated on to the page, I'm secretly very proud of this one. I'll probably revisit these characters at some point in the future!

[king22222000]

  Beautiful story.  Karma.