The Witch's Curse - extreme FMG

[Nick563]

Claire had always been proud of her muscular physique, even obsessively so. She drew her daily motivation from the burn of iron against her palms, the satisfying ache of a brutal workout, and the way her reflection rewarded her discipline with hard-earned muscle mass and gorgeous definition. Her body was a temple, yes, but it was also way more than that. It was a status symbol, a reason to look down on anyone who hadn't put in the work. She was famous on Insta****, and her reels and pics drew in thousands of likes each day. Every woman wanted to be like her and have that tremendous body, yet very few were willing to put in the work. Claire knew that very well and used every opportunity to brag to those she deemed "inferior," and her followers loved it. She was quite the brat, but it didn't matter. She was a star in the making, and social media was exploding over her amazing physique. Her mornings always began with a ritual: rolling up the sleeves of her compression shirt just enough to showcase the dense, rounded curve of her biceps and the cute veins snaking down her forearms. Her quads, thick and striated even at rest, strained against the fabric of her leggings. She didn't just walk—she strutted, her majestic delts pulled back, her shredded core proudly on display, her glutes flexing with every step. The gym was her real home, coming in as a close second to her studio. She always posted her workouts and her results in the perfect light, as well as the showers, careful not to show any unneeded nudity. She wanted to leave the perverts guessing a little, too. When she walked through the gym door, she was absolutely merciless with everyone. She made fun of half-repped squats, yelled at "cardio bunnies," and made a show of loading plates onto the bar while others waited. She knew she was better than everyone, stronger, more dedicated and way more famous. In her mind, they were there to see her, not do their own workouts.

After her usual morning workout, Claire went to the grocery store to buy everything for her weekly meal prepping. Walking through the aisles, Claire stumbled upon a hunched old woman in a less-populated part of the store. Skinny and weak, the old woman's knobby fingers trembled as she struggled to lift a bag of vegetables. Claire simply couldn't resist. She approached her with heavy steps, her shadow swallowing the old woman's frail form in an instant. "Need a hand, granny?" she mocked, her voice echoing with false sweetness. Then, with deliberate cruelty, she flexed her right arm, watching as her bicep swelled into a firm, baseball-sized peak. The veins on her arm thickened, the muscle hardening under her skin. "Or are those spaghetti arms just for decoration?" the bodybuilder woman added with an evil grin. The old lady froze. Slowly, painfully, she turned her head and looked at Claire. Her milky, cataract-filmed eyes locked onto Claire's, and for a heartbeat, the younger woman felt something cold slither down her spine. Her eyes lit up with a strange, cold light for a mere moment, then they were back to normal as soon as Claire blinked. Then the crone smiled, but her smile was very different from Claire's. It was filled with contempt, her lips stretching like old leather over yellowed, sharp teeth. The smell of a strange mixture of damp soil and rotting herbs came out of her mouth as she spoke: "Oh, sweetheart, it's such a shame that it had to be this way!" Claire frowned, her expression betraying her confusion. "It's no wonder you worship muscle so much. That's all you are and all you'll ever be!" the crone said, pointing her long, withered finger towards Claire's bicep. "Let's see how much you are really willing to take..." she added, before she burst into a sinister laughter. Dumbfounded, but also afraid of this bizarre woman, Claire rushed as far away from her as she could. She paid for her groceries and went straight home, trying to put this whole encounter past her.

A few hours later, Claire was relaxing on her couch, watching a movie as she took bite after bite of her favorite protein snack. She finally managed to forget about the old woman and her strange speech. She was checking out her muscles, just as she always was, yet they looked somewhat different. They looked bigger, harder, and more defined, even though she didn't do anything out of the ordinary and wasn't even on any steroid cycle at the moment. "Hmmm, don't know what's up with that, but I definitely like it! Hell, I wish I could turn it up a notch!" she said as she flexed her hard pecs, making them dance one by one. A few moments later, she could feel it all over her body: it was almost like a fire burning inside her chest, a searing flood of heat erupting from her core, boiling through her veins, igniting every muscle fiber in her body. Her breath hitched, and her vision blurred. Something inside her was waking up.

She could feel the blood rushing through her muscles, making them swell with power she never could have imagined. A hot, prickling tightness seized Claire's biceps, as if someone had injected liquid fire straight into the muscle. She looked down just in time to see her skin stretch—her veins, once subtle, yet clearly visible beneath her flesh, now bulged obscenely, writhing like engorged worms trapped and fighting to come out. The muscle fibers beneath twitched on their own, rippling, as if something inside her was flexing without her permission. Her sleeves strained. The stitching at her shoulders groaned—then, with a sharp rip, the seams split apart. Fabric peeled away like wet paper as her arms expanded, her biceps rounding, hardening, pushing outward with terrifying force. "FUCK!! WHAT IS THIS?? WHY ARE MY MUSCLES SUDDENLY GROWING? HOW IS THIS EVEN POSSIBLE??" she spoke between heavy breaths. A deep, grinding pop echoed from her shoulders as her delts inflated, the muscle fibers multiplying and rounding into grotesque, overstuffed mounds of beef. They rose like rising dough, pressing against the remnants of her shirt, her collarbones vanishing under the sheer bulk. Her trap muscles thickened next, creeping up her neck in thick, sinewy ropes, her shoulders now a solid shelf of raw female meat. She gasped—or tried to—but her breath hitched as her pectorals surged forward. Each inhale forced them tighter, fuller, until her pecs were two massive, unyielding slabs straining against her sports bra. The fabric dug in, the clasps squeaking in protest before pinging off, one by one. Her pecs kept expanding, turning into a pair of meaty squared while her nipples became smaller and smaller. Eventually, they began pointing down, looking more and more like two small dots painted on an ever-growing mountain of pectoral muscle. Her forearms followed soon. The muscles there knotted, twisting like braided steel cables, her wrists thickening until her watch band snapped against the incredible pressure. Her fingers twitched, her tendons standing out like guitar strings tuned too tight.

"HOLY SHIT!! I'M GROWING SO BIG!! BUT... IT FEELS... REALLY... GOOD!!" she spoke with difficulty as her growth was feeding her brain with so many pleasure hormones it was like she was on the brink of cumming all the time. Then, instinct took over and Claire simply did as she felt like: flexed. Her biceps exploded upward, the twin mounds of muscle rocketing into absurdity—softballs to cantaloupes in seconds. The skin burned, stretched beyond reason, her veins now fat, throbbing highways of blood forced to feed her monstrous new mass. A river of sweat rolled down the insane curves of her monstrous body, slowly covering her massive form with its abundance. But that wasn't the only river her body had produced. Between her legs, a waterfall of sweet pussy juice had been formed, as Claire came from flexing her new body. She didn't even register the beginning of the orgasm, only felt the full force of it hitting her brain. After that, even if only for a moment, it felt like it had ended. Then she could feel it all over again, but with a single difference: the core of the internal earthquake had moved to her lower body. Her legs had been shaking uncontrollably for a while, but now they truly began their transformation with a chorus of sickening creaks and pops resulting from overstressed joints. The denim of her jeans darkened with sweat and pussy juice before the seams began their inevitable surrender: first came the telltale ping of the inner thigh threads snapping, then the rear pockets tore free with a sound like ripping cardboard and finally the entire crotch seam blew out as her quadriceps erupted forward. Her thighs doubled, then tripled in girth, the massive leg muscles ballooning into teardrop-shaped monstrosities that rubbed together with each trembling step. The skin stretched so thin she could see the individual muscle striations beneath her humongous legs. Her glutes underwent the most obscene transformation yet, even though her ass had always been very carefully shaped with hundreds of squats and deadlifts. What had once been a firm, toned backside now inflated like life rafts in a crisis, each cheek rounding outward with terrifying symmetry. The muscles hardened to concrete density, yet continued swelling until they overflowed the ruins of her jeans like rising bread dough. Her calves had exploded out of her socks, splitting the fabric apart like overstuffed sausages bursting from their casings. In fact, her calves were bigger than her head and twitching with new, engorged fibers every moment. Her feet were lost somewhere inside the monstrous pillars of bulk her legs had become, her cute toes twitching uselessly, barely able to maintain her balance anymore. "HOLY... FUCK!!" I'M GETTING... SO HUGE!!!" she roared as she felt her mid-section expanding as well. Her previously sculpted abs were bursting outwards like bricks pushing against her stomach, 8 to be precise. They were so bloated and huge that her previously slim abdomen was not slowly turning into a roided bubble-gut. She was fully naked, covered in buckets of sweat and with a river of juice dripping from between her gargantuan legs, yet there was no sign that the growth was anywhere near close to stopping.

"I'M GONNA... CUUUUUUUUUMM!!!" Claire roared like a maniac as she flexed again, out of sheer instinct, just as before. Her pussy sent a fresh wave of juice in every direction, coating the room with her smell and taste. Then came another wave, and then several more after it. Claire staggered, her new center of gravity pulling her into a permanent slight squat because of all the added mass she was now carrying. Every minor growth spurt and orgasm sent quakes through her overdeveloped frame, the new muscles becoming so engorged they actually brushed against each other with moist, meaty sounds whenever she moved. She was easily 500 lbs heavier than at the start. She was breathing heavily and struggled to walk, yet she could feel the room getting way too small around her. "Gotta get outside... Not enough... air... here!" she thought to herself as she slowly moved her new form towards the door. Her body was still growing, yet her will was still strong. As soon as she got to the door, she realized she was already way too big to be able to bend her arm enough in order to open it. So she did the next logical thing she could think of: she burst right through, bringing down the door alongside a good chunk of the wall it with it. The muscle monster's exit was so loud that every single neighbor heard it and came to the window to see what was up. They could only see a giant muscle monster slowly walking towards the middle of the street, moaning and grunting under the strain of her own humongous weight. What they didn't know was that Claire was far from done growing.

"Finally! Some... fresh... air!" she said to herself, the sound of her voice stopping as soon as it hit her bulging pecs, which now covered half her vision. Letting out a loud groan, she could feel the heat crawling up her spine like a slow-motion lightning strike. First came the ominous crackle-pop of vertebrae realigning, then the searing flood of molten heat erupting between her shoulder blades. Claire didn't even have time to register the change properly before her muscles underwent a grotesque new metamorphosis. Her muscles didn't just grow this time - they unfurled. Her lats tore free of their normal confines with a crunching, ripping sound, each fibrous strand multiplying exponentially. Her back began looking like two monstrous wings of muscle forced their way outward and covered everything in sight with their colossal shadow. "WAIT!! THIS IS... TOO MUCH!! AND HURTS... TOO... BADLY!!! ENOUGH!!" Claire begged as diamond-shaped knots of rhomboid muscle bulged like armor plating, and her trap rose higher with terrifying speed, swallowing her neck in warm, pulsating flesh. Everywhere she looked, muscles were growing: arms, legs, abs, shoulders, everywhere. Hundreds upon hundreds of pounds of raw muscle kept piling on her frame as the whole neighborhood watched with awe. The weight was unimaginable. Her biceps had surpassed beach balls, her triceps spilled over her elbows in dripping, overstuffed folds, each oversized muscle fiber visibly rippling and twitching beneath her tight skin. Each breath became a struggle as the new mass compressed her ribcage, her shoulders now permanently pinned in a semi-shrugged position by the sheer bulk.

Claire came again at the expense of her own massive bulk, this time losing consciousness again and again as her brain got bombarded with grueling orgasms. She wasn't able to flex properly, yet she instinctively tried to anyway. Her muscles were just too big and too dense, not obeying the rules of human anatomy anymore. And they showed no signs of stopping. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK... I'M... CUUUUUUUUMMING... NONSTOOOOOOOOP!!!!" Claire roared inside her meaty cage, with literally no one able to hear her because of her 1200 lbs of muscle she was now possessing. Truth be told, the people who watched didn't even fully comprehend what was going on. Was this being even a person? If so, how is it possible to have such humongous muscles? And even more important: when was the growth going to end? In a singular moment of lucidity among endless orgasmic barrages, Claire realized what had happened: that crone at the story cursed her. This was that old woman's doing. "NO!!! THIS CAN'T BE..." Claire thought as she came again, her muscles exploding in all directions yet again. Claire tried to scream, but her mouth had been completely covered under the ridiculous size of her own neck muscles and obscene pectorals. Only a wet, gurgling rasp managed to escape her locked jaw. Her eyes—the only part of her face still visible from the outside—darted wildly in terror as the growth continued. Her trapezius muscles—already monstrous—now appeared as if they were fully merged with her neck, swallowing it whole and turning the whole picture into a literal mountain of flesh. Her pectorals, now thicker than concrete blocks, pressed inward with every expansion of her lungs. Each desperate inhale only made it worse—her intercostal muscles bulged between her ribs like fingers trying to pry open a cage, her sternum creaking under the pressure. Her chest had transformed into smooth, veined mounds of striated meat, with her nipples so small they were irrelevant. Her biceps had reached cartoonish proportions—each one a grotesque sphere of muscle larger than everyone could ever conceive, the skin stretched so tight it gleamed under the light. Veins crisscrossed the surface in frantic, throbbing webs, some so engorged they threatened to burst for real. Her forearms had fused into solid blocks of sinew, her fingers permanently curled into claws, the knuckles buried under layers of swelling musculature. In some places, the skin had begun to split and a few drops of warm blood began leaking out. If anyone could weigh her, she would have easily been 2000 lbs of raw muscle. "SOOO.... HEAVY... PLEASE... STOP... I'M... SORRY!!" she tried to say, but was only able inside her own mind.

Then, like a bolt of lightning hitting her head, Claire saw the crone standing before her, laughing maniacally at her. "Not long now, sweetheart! You were really brave, I must say. But all things have to eventually come to an end!" the woman said before she disappeared. Claire's mind screamed in perfect, crystalline terror - but her body had become a prison of pulsating flesh that refused to move, shift or even roll. Her gargantuan quads and thighs had fused together, the insanely large muscles merging into one solid mass, like two giant sacks of wet cement hardening into a single block. Her knees disappeared entirely, buried under layers of bulging flesh. "NO... THIS CAN'T BE... HOW IT ENDS..." Claire thought as she felt like nothing but a swollen, overstuffed hunk of meat and muscle that no longer obeyed the rules of a human shape. Every part of her had grown too big, too heavy, too extreme. A moment of silence passed, and then she exploded with size yet again, doubling in size in mere seconds. Claire's eyes rolled back as her nervous system short-circuited from the overwhelming sensory input. In her final moment of consciousness, she felt the final orgasmic blast erupting from between her legs, sending a literal torrent of girl-cum across the street. This was the prelude to the explosive finale her cursed form demanded. She then grew and came, again and again, minute after minute, muscle pushing against muscle as her brain turned to mush and nothing but bloated mass could be seen from every angle you looked. The pain was unbearable, but she was so far gone she didn't feel it anymore. She could feel an impossible fullness, as if every cell in her body had been packed with wet concrete still hardening. Her skin burned where it hadn't yet split. Her bones groaned like old floorboards beneath an impossible weight. Something deep in her abdomen gave a final, seismic creak - the sound of her skeleton admitting defeat. She couldn't move, she couldn't beg, she could only keep growing. The last thing she heard was the old woman's laughter. Then, a loud explosion could be heard, followed by a cloud of red mist that could be seen from several streets away. Claire was no more, yet her insane final form would forever remain in everyone's memory.


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