Big and masculine

[El_Roy_1999]

Here's the next part. The final one is coming. Enjoy!

The show began, and one after the other, the candidates were being called out. Aliyah stood there with her muscles all pumped up, her arms standing off from her enormously built lats. Being all oily and shiny felt weird, being naked in public except for a tiny piece of fabric was even worse. She was well aware that she no longer had any breasts, but it was still strange to stand around like this without her clothes on.
Also, the Bull hadn't showed up yet. She was a little nervous. Somehow, she had expected him to be around by now, especially since she really wanted to cling to him. She knew it was unmanly to do this, but she could still dream, couldn't she?
She peeked outside and saw the big guys outside make their entrance. They confidently strutted on stage, their muscles bulging and their bodies shining with sweat. They'd do a few poses, some of them dead serious, others handling it a little ironically. The bearded giant before her walked on stage, patted his belly and actually burped, before scratching his butt. People cheered as he bowed, then walked over to the others, mockingly shaking his hips as he walked. That was really weird.
"Number six, Ali!"
She froze. That was her ... name. She had to do something. Nothing had prepared her for this. Being a big guy was fun, but only as long as it was only in private and now, she had to go on stage and she had no idea what to do and she'd be naked in front of all these people and they'd insult her and make fun of her and ... and ...
She was close to hyperventilating when the guy behind her went:
"You're up."
"I can't."
"Oh come on, that's just stage fever. Imagine everybody naked, and it'll disappear."
"But ... they're naked."
"Makes it that much easier."
He gave her a gentle push and she stumbled on stage. In the first moment, she just wanted to flee, but then, she realized that this was way worse. So, she bit the bullet and hit her first pose. She went for a double biceps flex that caused a few admiring hoots and even a wolf-whistle. Somehow, that gave her the necessary courage and she went on. She turned around, showed off her muscular back and her striated butt-cheeks. The cheers got louder. She turned back and showed her abs, crunching them into a tight brickwall. There was some applause, so she blushed and waved, walking to the assigned place.
She chose a pose that was easy to hold and stayed in a big flex. The guy next to her, the belcher, gave her an admiring nod and pointed to her abs. She turned crimson.
That's when the Bull went on stage. The crowd instantly went wild. The giant confidently walked to the center and looked around. Then, he lifted his enormous arm and gave it a flex. It swelled to absurd size, he turned to the other contestants and gave Aliyah a wink. Then, he started a dance that was ... confusing. Aliyah had never expected this to happen. The massive man moved with subtle elegance, his every movement smooth and controlled. What he did reminded her of the belly-dancing his father and his brother occasionally watched. But on a man in a tiny pair of underpants, it looked ... nice. She watched as he flexed and unflexed his muscles, shook his ass and moved with perfect harmony to the music. When he was done, the audience exploded in shouts of admiration.
He looked at Aliyah, saw her lustful expression and cocked his eyebrow.
She just didn't know what to do.

Suffice to say, he won hands down, but Aliyah ended up on third place. She even got a tiny trophy that showed a "Tom of Finland"-kinda guy. She had no idea where to put that thing. It was extremely embarrassing just to look at it. As they returned backstage, Mary stormed in and jumped on her, putting her arms around her neck and squealing.
"You were awesome! So confident and strong and sexy. The guys loved it."
She suddenly noticed where she was and how oily she had just become, so she turned to the other guys and said:
"You were also awesome. I was just congratulating my best friend on he ... his win, well, third place is awesome, isn't it?"
The other contestants shrugged. This was a strictly "taking part"-style competition. If you did it only to win, you were probably doing it wrong. The Bull returned from the shower, having taken the opportunity of winning to go first. He gave Aliyah a kiss and said:
"Clean up, I wanna party."
She replied sheepishly:
"Me too."
"You were incredible. I'm just amazed how big your muscles have become. And you have this symmetry despite the size. It's really excellent. You're a one in a million talent."
"Thank you. You really have to teach me how to dance that way."
"I thought you wouldn't ask."
"Are you serious? This was so ..." She hesitated, then hushed the word: "... sexy."
"I know. Now get ready. The DJ is really going to blow this away. I can show you some moves down there, if you're ready for them."
"This is haram on so many levels."
Moments later, they were on the dance floor. The beats were hammering, the bass was pumping and the two muscle-people shook and shivered their massive bodies. It took Aliyah some time to get in the groove, but once she did, she felt elated. It was like something she had never experienced before. Was this so much against the One? If so, how was it possible to feel so good?
She put her hands on his hips and felt his strong muscles contract and sway in the rhythm. The Bull smiled at her, his face all love and passion. It felt wonderful to be with him. His hands on her wide back and strong shoulders, his touch, his gorgeous face ... She just hoped this would go on forever.
Of course, fate hated her.
The end of the evening was announced by a crash at the door and shouts. The Bull immediately stopped dancing and said:
"Wait here and stay out of trouble. If something goes wrong, walk to the backstage area and get a taxi. Don't go home on your own."
"What's going on?"
"Assholes. I'll explain later."
He dove through the confused masses, pushing them aside with his bulk. Aliyah couldn't just let him go. She had to see what was going on. She followed him, still amazed by how easily she dominated these people with her giant body. She emerged from the flowing mass to find a massive fistfight going on. It was all very confusing. She hadn't seen something like this in all her life and was having a hard time even understanding what was going on. There was a bunch of partygoers that was trying to beat up some people in traditional outfits. Why? Slowly, it dawned to her. This was a gay bar. She had been really blind to all this. Being gay was sin and in a way, what she was doing was sinful too. And yet, not doing it felt wrong too. She watched the Bull grab one of the attackers and lift him up by the throat, launching him back at his friends. The others charged him, but he struck at the largest of them, pulverizing his nose. They clung to him as good as they could, trying to force him to the ground.
Aliyah couldn't just stand there and watch. Without thinking, she stormed at them and just awkwardly slammed into the melee. The attack was clearly pointless, but it was a diversion that was enough for the Bull to regain the upper hand. His fists rained down on the attackers and he quickly dispatched two of them. It was obvious that these guys had enough for one evening.
And then, the whole fight degenerated into a wild row. Aliyah was punched, kicked and grabbed, the sudden violence completely overwhelming her. She really had no idea what to do now. Then, the testosterone took over and she exploded into a storm of aggression and violence. It wasn't useful or effective, but she was raging against all this, happily flailing at anybody in range.
Eventually, the melee broke and the attackers fled, not without cursing and spitting at the defenders. Aliyah found herself being held by the Bull, her face still contorted by rage. She let out a stream of insults, none of which she would have used if her mind was clear.
She heard his soothing voice:
"Calm down, they're gone. It's okay."
She slowly managed to return to normal and sighed:
"Why did they do this?"
"They think they're doing a good thing. Also, they want a reason to beat people up. Assholes."
"But they're my people."
"I don't think so. They're locals. They just like the outfits and the holier-than-thou-attitude. Besides, don't ever think that people will accept just because you're one of them. My parents still don't accept my way of life. They cope with it, but they were really shocked when I had my coming out."
"Your what?"
"When you tell them what's up."
"Oh." She shook her head. "I'm never going to do that."
That's when the adrenaline finally wore off and she realized just how banged up she was. He led her to the back and had her take off her clothes.
"You'll be sore in the morning. I told you you should have stayed behind."
"But you needed my help."
"That's true, but you could get hurt. Or worse."
She swallowed. That was true.
"Well, if this happens again, I want to be ready. I want to learn how to fight."
"You're a strange girl, Ali."

The Bull was right. When Aliyah woke up the next day, she was in pain. She got up awkwardly and examined her body. She was bruised all over. She was just glad no one had hit her in the face. The musclewoman took a shower and decided not to go to the gym today. Instead, she spent the day preparing for her exams and generally recovering. She did watch the news and saw a segment on the fight at the gay bar. Umm Bilal watched the show with her and said:
"They had it coming. It's just sad the righteous got driven off."
Aliyah decided not to say a thing. She was just glad not to be on TV.
In the evening, the Bull sent her a message:
"Are you alright again?"
"I'm tired and I still got plenty of bruises all over."
"Want some more?"
"What?"
"I got a free-form combat class for you, if you're interested. It's not self-defense, it's fighting."
"Ooh. That's crazy."
"I'll send you the info. I don't want you to get hurt by not knowing what you're doing."
"Thank you. You're the best."
"No, you are. I love you."
"I love you too, my big man."
She smiled. What a life.

The next weeks were tough on her. Combat training was incredibly hard. She was really fit and strong, she had a lot of stamina and the will to succeed. And still, this class took everything out of her. More than once, she just stumbled home and dropped into bed, instantly falling asleep and waking up covered in dried sweat the next day.
She was making a lot of progress, though. If she had been muscular and ripped before, she was now surpassing this. Her shoulders spread further, her chest grew into a pair of hard armor plates of muscle and her abs were so ridiculously strong she could actually break a broomstick against it. The trainer was a harsh, angry ex-special forces guy from Israel, something which she resented at first. However, the guy was really competent. He didn't care about her gender at all, he just wanted her to train hard and understand the responsibility that came with it. When asked, he just shrugged and said: "If one of our boys can be the girl that wins the song contest, then you can be a girl that's a boy that beats up the world."
She had no idea what he was talking about, but she was motivated.
The only time he really criticized her was when she insisted on keeping her long hair. He was all against it, calling it a safety hazard and a danger. She wouldn't have it. The Bull turned up occasionally to watch and to join in the sparring. When she finished the first level of training, he took her shooting. She enjoyed that. She wasn't the best shot in the world, but she liked the kick the gun gave her. It was a kind of power she had never experienced before.
It was around that time that they really moved forward in their relationship. If she wasn't too tired after training, they'd go to his place and fool around a little. Eventually, she'd end up blowing him. It was quite the challenge to get his gigantic cockhead into her mouth, but somehow, she managed. Where there's a will, there's a way.
He looked down on her colossal shoulders, her long black hair hanging down her absurdly ripped back. She forced his ridiculously big dick down her throat, struggling to contain her gag reflex. The Bull had never met anybody so eager to suck his cock and so skilled at actually blowing him. When he shot his load, the semen ran down her throat, but it was too much. Her whole face was usually covered in his spunk and she loved it. He insisted on returning favors and that's when Aliyah understood that there was fulfillment to be found in this.
He ran his thick, powerful tongue over her thumb-sized clitoris, carefully encircling her hood and making her cum slowly again and again. For him, it was strange to do this, but then, as his head disappeared between her thick, muscular and hairy legs, he was in heaven. She gasped for air:
"This is incredible. More. More. Please."
He obliged.
The only weak spot in their relationship was true fucking. Despite her best attempts, stretching her asshole enough to accomodate his giant cock was proving to be difficult. She even tried one of the inflateable butt-plugs Mary gave her, but it mostly hurt and wasn't fun at all. On the other hand, she didn't want to lose her virginity and actually fucking her felt weird to him. Aliyah was aware that talking of "virginity" at that point was ridiculous, but something still held her back.
Reality came crashing in one evening as she was jokingly squeezing his balls at his house. The phone went off. She made a sign for him to be quiet. It was Umm Bilal.
"What's up?"
"You have to come home immediately. There's bad news."
"What is it? Tell me."
"Your father has ... died."
"What? How? When?"
"I just got the message. Your brothers are coming to pick us up. Amir is taking control of the family. You have to hide what you did."
"I'm coming."
"I'll put your real clothes in the bin by the bus station. You were out for a moment only, if anybody asks."
"Of course."
"Please don't make them kill me. Please!"
Aliyah blinked. She had been vaguely aware that this would happen eventually, but she had always considered that she had all the time in the world. It turned out she didn't.
The Bull asked:
"What's up? Problems?"
"You wouldn't imagine how bad. I'm screwed. I gotta go home."
"Should I come with you?"
"No. Please don't. This would literally be the worst thing you could do."
He stared at her, then he hugged her.

[El_Roy_1999]

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Aliyah arrived at the station and hid in the shadows. She slipped out of her clothes and put on the oversized abaya as well as her niqab. Umm Bilal had also included a shawl to hide pad her bulk in the right places as well as some make-up. Within moments, she had shaded her eyes and given her face a quick contouring to hide her now masculine features. The brothers wouldn't bother checking anyway, but it was best to be safe.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside, getting immediately accosted by her brothers. All four wore traditional clothes, Amir, the oldest was wearing the family insignia around his neck. The knives were there too. Umm Bilal was extremely subservient and wanted to heckle her as soon as she came in, but one look by Amir made her stop. He said:
"What kind of woman are you to be out alone at night?"
"I was just having a breath of air. It's so stuffy in here."
He frowned at her:
"What's up with your voice?"
"I am a little sick. I'm sorry this annoys you."
Amir's anger exploded at her:
"How dare you talk back to me?"
He slapped her. There was a pause. His hand had almost managed to connect, but somehow, she held it. Her reflexes had kicked in and she casually used the power of her muscles to prevent him from hurting her. The situation was very awkward for both of them. She said:
"Thank you for sparing me."
He smiled grimly, trying to work out what just happened.
"I am noted for my mercifulness. But you should know your place. We are going home, away from this place of sin and degeneration. We'll find you a good husband and your life will be better."
She wanted to say that she should finish her studies, but it was clear that the time of freedom was over. As the men sat down in the living room, one of the brothers said:
"It is high time she returns. This place has made her fat. These Americans are really horrible people. They have no sense of pride."
Aliyah decided to say nothing for now. But somehow, these pompous fools made her angry.

They left the next day. As owners of diplomats' passports, the brothers and her were waved through. Searches of their luggage were unthinkable. As a result, she managed to bring a lot of her stuff in Umm Bilal's suitcases. The brothers still hadn't seen her body and it didn't seem as if they cared. They were just too preoccupied. Apparently, there were problems. Another emirate claimed that it should rule their home and everybody was thinking of a trick to force the aggressors back. Of course, open warfare was unthinkable, but there would be strikes. Getting all four brothers on a plane was risky, but there was also the problem of mutual mistrust. Amir was the oldest, but how long would he survive should any of his siblings find a better offer?
Back home, Aliyah was immediately confined to her quarters. The only thing that saved Umm Bilal from getting whipped was that everybody was too busy to spend much time on this. She was relieved but also aware that this wasn't over yet. She had to stay on her toes and thread very carefully.
As for Aliyah, she was having trouble finding her way back into this life.
She was immediately brought to the women's tract of the palace and put in the care of the many servants the family "employed". When the brothers finally left, she sighed with relief. She could have screamed with anger and frustration at their behavior, but there was no point. She'd only worsen her situation.
Soon, the head woman appeared. Amir's wives had yet to move here, after all, he wasn't the head of the house for now. As a result, she found herself face to face with Khadija, her mother's main servant. She was old, older than Umm Bilal. She had never married and had lived her entire existence as her mother's help. Her father had never taken another wife next to her mother and when she died, he didn't remarry. She had wondered why, but her mother had been exceptionally headstrong and able. Her father probably didn't find another woman to keep up with her.
Khadija greeted her:
"Peace be upon you."
"And upon you too. It is good to see you. How are you?"
"I am fine. Thank you. How was your trip?"
"It was hard to stand."
"I can understand. I hate flying."
"It's not the plane I couldn't stand."
Aliyah hesitated for a moment. She was well-aware that walls had ears, but on the other hand, if she couldn't trust Khadija, who could she? The old woman nodded and agreed with a look. Then, she said:
"Shouldn't you take off your niqab now?"
The younger woman didn't know what to say. She had to come clean eventually. Maybe she could hope to insist on extra piety, but somehow, that didn't sit right with her. She thought for a moment, then decided to go for it. It was probably all that testosterone pushing her, but she had to.
With a sigh of relief, she removed the veil and cover. She smiled as she saw Khadija's expression change from motherly friendliness to confusion to shock.
"What ... What happened?"
Aliyah grinned as she eased her giant muscles, flexing and unflexing them and generally cutting loose. She waited until she felt right and then said:
"I made a discovery in America. I want to be like this and it feels great."
Now that she no longer whispered, her voice was loud and harsh. The older woman stared in absolute panic. Her duty to Aliyah's mother was being trampled and she had no idea how to cope with this.
"But, are you a man now?"
"No. I'm a woman. But I'm big and strong and I'm better and more powerful than any man."
"How is this possible?"
"It's not easy." She stretched once more, her muscles swelling under the abaya. "I will need some things and I will need them discreetly. Can you arrange for them to be brought here?"
"I'm not sure ..."
"I trust you and I trust your discretion. Will you do what I ask you to?"
The old woman was still in shock. Reluctantly she agreed. Aliyah added:
"You will not speak of this to my brothers, my in-laws or any other person for that matter. Only Umm Bilal knows of this and she's the only one you can speak to of this. If any of the other women speaks of this, you are responsible. Is that clear?"
"Absolutely."
"Great."

Over the next days and weeks, Aliyah was busy refurbishing her quarters. While Amir was still working hard to set up his claim and forging alliances, Khadija had most of the things she wanted brought in. Soon, Aliyah had claimed a remote courtyard of the palace as her own. The place was rather derelict, but there was a central fountain and several appropriate rooms she could use. Few people ever came there, mostly because it was a little further away and not in the best shape.
She did her best to make the place not only comfortable, but to also turn it into her own little paradise. Her brothers didn't care. They were still trying to make up their minds on whom to marry her to, and had no time for her. All the better for Aliyah. Piece by piece, she set up her gym back there, including heavy weights and some useful machines. The most important piece, though, was a smartphone Khadija had managed to get her. The thing was able to evade the palace guard's monitoring equipment. This way, she could talk to someone other than the servants and her weirdo family.
Mary was relieved to hear of her:
"I'm so glad you're alright! I thought you had been, I don't know, kidnapped or something."
"Actually, I have. But I'm working on it."
"That's great. Can I help you in any way?"
"It's just great you are there for me. I need someone to talk to who isn't either an asshole or a drone. This is so bad."
"And there I was, thinking that being a princess would be cool."
"Yeah, actually, it's pretty bad. But ..." Aliyah got up and let the camera sweep over her self-built gym. "It has its perks. What do you think?"
"That's incredible. And they let you have that?"
"No."
"But how?"
"They wouldn't believe me anyway."
"I guess so ... So, is there any chance I'm ever going to see you again in real life?"
"I'm not sure. I hope so, but since I don't know what's coming, I wouldn't make any promises."
"That's sad. I miss you."
"Me too. I sure hope everything will work out eventually."
"And until then, you gotta work out yourself!" Mary grinned.

Calling the Bull was even harder. The poor guy was lovesick as hell. He missed her deeply and really didn't look too good on the phone. It took her a while to calm him and make him feel confident again, even if she knew she was grasping for straws.
"You'll see, I'll make it right again. This is just a setback, but don't worry, we'll find a way."
"Man, I miss you so much. It seems like you were the only cool guy in this place. You spoiled me, Ali ..."
"You did the same to me. Do you think there's one man in this country who can keep up with a beast like you?"
He smiled. The compliment seemed to help.
"Well, I'm going to help you pass the time and maybe send you a few pictures and even a little movie. So you don't forget that I'm still in love with you."
She blushed.
"That would be awesome."
"I hope you like it."
It turned out to be an amazing self-made guide on how to dance. She stared at his moves. She had expected dick-pics and instead, she got a really well-made explanation on how to move her hips like a pro. She grinned. That guy was something.
A few days later, she returned the favor. She set up the phone and said:
"Okay, let me show you what I just had Khadija get for me."
The Bull grinned on the little screen.
"What are you up to?"
She stepped back and took off her abaya, revealing her massive muscles. She had been training harder than ever now, her muscles now growing closer and closer in size to his. She ran her fingers over the bumps of her abs, then gripped the curly black hair that grew between and over them. Her hands slipped upwards to her hard, striated pecs. Even the Bull had to acknowledge that her discipline was paying off. These were massive and extremely defined. She gave them a flex and lowered her chin, pushing it against her bulging feathers.
"Not bad, huh?"
"Incredible."
"Now look."
She pulled something to her from off-screen. It was white and big. She slipped it over her head and pulled it down. It was an outfit of some kind. She arranged it and stood back up straight. It looked like a night shirt.
"What's that?"
"That's a kandoorah. Men wear it around here."
She flexed her back muscles, stretching the fabric.
"Khadija had to look a long time until she found one my size. But wait, there is more!"
She added a scarf to her head and fixed it with a woven band. When she stood in front of the phone, the Bull grinned.
"You look like a prince."
"Exactly. I even got me a dagger."
She showed him and put it in her sash. Then, she added a big overcoat made of camel fur and some sunglasses.
"Incredible."
"Yeah. Cool, huh? And I'm bigger and stronger than any of these assholes."
"Seriously, why aren't you the boss there?"
"You know what, I've been thinking about that."

[hairylover321]

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Outstanding.

[El_Roy_1999]

After this, there should be one more part:

Late the next day, she snuck out of the palace. It was easier than she expected. The guards were on alert against intruders, but they didn't even think of having someone climb out of one of the high windows and carefully drop down into the street. The front of the palace led to a big plaza, but on the far side, several smaller buildings had sprung up, creating a kind of clump of little houses. Aliyah's father had decided to let them be, seeing it both as charity and a reminder of humility. She was unsure what her brother would make of it. Still, she adjusted her clothes and walked out to enjoy the evening.
Moments later, she entered the market, amazed by the scent and noise. She hadn't been around for months and even before, she had been very sheltered. Going to the market on her own was unimaginable and besides, what could she buy? Now, everything was different. She was amazed by how small everything and everybody was. She wasn't too tall either, but her broad silhouette really made a difference. The people made room for her and she took it. Her soft and weak demeanor was gone, replaced by the cocky confidence her new body gave her.
She saw the sights, then stopped at a tea shop to enjoy her freedom. The waiter poured her a cup and she thanked him. Her voice was raw and deep enough to easily pass as male. The waiter never even suspected she could be a woman. This was oddly satisfying. She took a sip, then had some sweets brought. Not too much, she couldn't risk her ripped physique. But the taste of the sticky sweet stuff brought back her childhood and it was just too enticing.
As she sat there, she suddenly noticed one of her brothers come in. Rashid was clearly trying not to be identified, but she could tell right away. He sat down with another man she didn't know and soon, they were engrossed in conversation. Aliyah found that odd, but she decided not to eavesdrop. She'd been away for so long and her brothers had always kept her at arm's length, so she had no idea what was going on. She wouldn't judge.
And yet, the man he was talking to seemed oddly familiar. She took out her phone and discreetly took a picture. With a bit of looking around, she soon had a clue. This man was a member of one of the lesser families of the Emirate. One of those which had been kept away from power by their father. Now this was getting interesting. Was this some kind of plot?
The two men finished their conversation and got up. She wanted to turn away, but Rashid caught her eye. He looked at her for a moment. She didn't want to show weakness now, but she was aware that he just might understand who she was.
Shaking her head, she got up, left some money and got out of the shop. She briskly walked away, trying to put some distance between her and her brother. Was he a traitor? What was his plan?
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her reflexes kicked in. She turned around, slammed her fist into the other person's belly and grabbed him, throwing him to the ground. There was a yelp as Rashid hit the floor. He stared at her and hissed:
"I don't know how, but you're Aliyah. What are you doing? Who taught you to do this?"
She looked down on him. Her heart was racing, the blood pumping through her powerful muscles.
"What were you talking about?"
"You didn't answer my question ... sister."
She pulled him up and lifted him high above her head, his feet dangling pointlessly under him. He was genuinely shocked by this.
"What ... are you?"
"Tell me!"
Instead of an answer, a knife flashed in his hand and he struck her. She threw him off, but it took too long. He slashed her in the face, blood splattering her clothes. He landed on the ground with a crack. She was upon him in a second, her face distorted with rage. The pain, the humiliation, the anger, it all flooded together and sent her into a frenzy.
When she got back up, her knuckles were bloody. She stared at him. He was just lying there, not moving, not breathing. It dawned to her what had happened. In shock, she fled.

The next day, the funeral took place. As customary, things went fast. The men of the household left to bury their brother, father, uncle and cousin. Aliyah stayed home with the other women, but she couldn't bear their howls and complaints. Instead, she kept away from them and fell into deep thought. It had probably been an accident, maybe self-defense, but her losing control like this was frightening. She could have killed any other man like this. And yet, she felt as if she had regained a little part of her freedom in the process. The situation was horrifying. Did she just rejoice at the death of her brother?
When the brothers returned, she wanted to confess. She knew they would kill her, but she had to clear this up. However, as she walked up to them, Amir declared:
"Our enemies have shed first blood. Fine. We will now destroy them. Our name must never be sullied by the acts of cowards."
She wanted to speak up, but Amir's gaze made it clear she was to shut up. She nodded, humbled by his look.
When she returned to her quarters, she was angry. Angry that she had committed a murder and that there was no wish for justice, angry that her brother didn't even take her serious enough to allow her to confess. Angry that there would be war and that she had given them the cause.
The only way she could cope with this was to work it off. As Amir assembled a force of mercenaries he had conveniently prepared weeks ago, she hit the weights hard. She flooded her body with protein and steroids, shooting herself up with ever greater doses. Her entire physique seemed to swell as Khadija and Umm Bilal stared in horror at her transformation. She grew more and more monstrous with each passing day. Her anger fueled her training, but her ever growing strength made her rage last.
She finished her workout, racking an overloaded bar with a satisfied grunt. Her voice was now neither male nor female. It was deep and full, but there was still a strange, confusing female timbre to it. She stood up. Her body was covered in sweat. All over her, thick, coarse black hair stuck to her glistening skin. Her chest was gigantic, each massive pec as huge as a cinderblock. Her waist had turned into a brickwall of bulging muscles, the roids having given her a massive gut. When she flexed her back, it spread like wings, forcing her outrageously huge arms out. She hit a most muscular pose, half shocked by the sudden explosion of muscles and her insane expression. Her face had transformed. Her jaw was big and heavy now, her forehead was broad and her hairline had receeded. Her nose also showed signs of the massive abuse: It had been rather large and hooked before, as was common in her family. Now, it was truly aquiline.

The two older women approached her slowly. They knew that their ward would lash out occasionally. Khadija started:
"Child, there are bad news."
"What is it?" Aliyah continued examining her tremendous physique in the mirror.
"Your brothers were killed. Only Amir remains. He has destroyed his enemies, but our family paid a steep price."
For a moment, she was sad. It was only understandable. Even though they had always been kept apart, she had still loved them. She sighed, her heavy shoulders rising and falling.
"Also ... Your brother wants to marry you to one of the defeated families. He wants to make sure this never happens again."
"Is that so?"
"We are to prepare you for your wedding."
"Tell my brother there will be no wedding."
The two women exchanged looks.
"We can't do this."
"Don't worry. Just tell him, I'm sure he'll want to talk to me personally."
She smiled at them. They waited for a moment, hoping Aliyah would change her mind. When she didn't, they scurried off.
It didn't take long for Amir to stride in. Aliyah had taken her time to cover up. She sat on her sofa as he grinned at her:
"What is this your servants tell me? You don't want to do as I say?"
Aliyah replied:
"Precisely."
"Is that so?"
"Are you deaf?"
Within a second, Amir's face was distorted by rage and he slapped her. Or rather, he didn't. She caught his hand. There was a pause. He struggled, but her grip was like steel.
"What is going on? How are you doing this?"
"Amir, you didn't pay attention. You don't care. And that is a very bad idea."
She got up. Only now did Amir begin to understand just how gigantic his sister had become.
"What? How?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
With a pull, she tore up the covering fabric, revealing her enormous, naked physique. He stared, his eyes almost popping out of his skull. She grinned.
"Do you understand now?"
"But ... how?"
"I fell in love. And there are things we do for love. Things we discover about ourselves."
"And ... your voice?"
"Don't you like it? I love that sound."
"How can I marry off a monster like you?"
"Easy. You don't. Just let me go my way and we'll never talk about this again!"
"No. You have to. It's your duty!"
She considered his words.
"Is it? Maybe. I don't care. I'll return to my love and you can have this country and all you want."
"Never!"
"Is that your final word?"
He stared at her hatefully. Aliyah understood. With a sudden outburst, she threw him to the floor. He was all confused for a second. What had happened? And then, there was horrifying, mind-destroying pain.

[hairylover321]

  this is getting so intense!!! Great addition! Can't wait for the finale! K++

[Kleinerhobbit]

  Amazing story i hope there will be more stories like this 

[pij15]

This story deserves The nobel prize of literature. Please continue

[El_Roy_1999]

This story deserves The nobel prize of literature. Please continue

I'm glad you all like it, but that might be a bit much.
Thank you all anyway!

[El_Roy_1999]

So that should be the end of it. I hope you like it!

Mary and the Bull got off the airplane. Flying on a private jet was quite something. The service had been impeccable, and getting ushered through the security checks was nice. A limousine waited for them and brought them to the palace. As the car disappeared into the garage, they walked up the stairs. Two armed guards stood to attention, their guns ready. They let them in. A servant led them inside, then to a luxurious and open living room. There were all kinds of weight sets and training equipment. As they walked in, Aliyah lowered the massive weight she had just deadlifted and greeted them with a cheer.
The two guests stared. Neither had expected their friend to be so ... massive. Her being naked made it even stranger.
She embraced Mary gently, her stubbly cheek touching her friend's soft skin. Then she turned to the Bull. The huge man didn't know what to say. Ali was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. They embraced and kissed.
It took a while.
Eventually, Mary cleared her throat.
Aliyah finally let her man go and said:
"It's so great you are there. I missed both of you."
"We missed you too. It's so great you're healthy. Things sounded grim the last time we talked."
"They did, but I managed to clear them up. It turns out I can have pretty much everything I want as long as I'm willing to do my part for the family."
"What do you mean? I thought you didn't want to live that way?"
"Oh, I didn't and I still don't. But my brother wants our family to still keep in charge and so he has to help me."
"Okay, now you've got to explain this."
"I will. Do you mind if I just finish my training?"
The Bull grinned:
"Not at all, go ahead."
The display that followed was amazing. Aliyah's training routine was incredible. She carefully went through a series of exercises that made the Bull blush. As she continued her deadlifts, he wondered just how strong she was. She powered through her workout, her muscles swelling bigger and bigger. The fact that she was also ripped as fuck made things even more intense. Her chest was so huge and striated, the Bull self-consciously stared at his own. The craziest were her legs, though. Due to her being shorter than him, her muscle mass looked even bigger as she was approaching his level of power. When she was finally done, grunting happily as she lowered the weights, he was left with an open mouth. Mary's heart was hammering at full force, completely enraptured by her friend's insane physique. Aliyah decided to entertain them with a little posing, forcing her strained and screaming muscles into a show of size and force neither of them could comprehend.
She finished her display with a most muscular pose that turned her upper body into a bulging frame of muscle that seemed to completely envelop her head. She groaned, then said:
"I'll tell you everything during my massage, is that okay with you?"
There were only confused nods.
Moments later, Aliyah had showered and was now being kneaded by two brawny women of Eastern European extraction. She explained:
"My brother needs an heir for the family. Since my father and my other brothers are dead, we need a baby, and soon."
"But can't he just have a kid with his wife? Or, I dunno, wives?"
Mary was pretty certain this was a thing.
Aliyah grinned wickedly:
"No, he can't. Not anymore. I made sure of that."
"What? Did you ..."
"I crushed his balls. Yes. Asshole had it coming."
Mary shot the Bull a glance. The huge man winced. She said:
"But isn't that a bit extreme?"
"Sure. But what was I to do? He'd just marry me off to some asshole. But this way ..." Her voice trailed off as one of the masseuses hit a good spot. "... I can live my own way. I still have to go by the rules, but I have way more wiggle-room."
Aliyah was finished and sat up, shrugging her monstrous shoulders.
"Aah. That feels good. The best part is ..."
The Bull completed the sentence:
"... when the pain goes away."
"Exactly."
The two masseuses bowed and left. Aliyah slipped into a tent-like abaya and said:
"How about something to eat? We have a few things to discuss."

As they sat down, the Bull and Mary exchanged glances. Aliyah had been meek and submissive once, but now, she was massive and confident, holding her head up high. Her enormous muscles swelled through the fabric of her outfit as she sat down, the folds and creases slipping into the crevices of her bulging body. She had a certain shadow about her face and Mary couldn't help forcing herself to note that her friend was female. It was getting hard to believe.
Servants brought food and their host started stuffing herself.
"You wouldn't believe how hard it was to convince them to make the correct diet for me. Eating chicken breast and steamed vegetables every day is not their idea of a balanced nutrition. Way too little hommos, if you understand me."
Mary shrugged. She didn't know.
"About your plans ..."
"Of course. Well, it's pretty easy. I need a husband and I need a kid. At least one, more if possible. My brother was formal on that."
"Okay ..."
"It's pretty easy. My husband is simple." She grinned at the Bull. "I love you, you love me and that's more than any guy here could say of his partner. If you don't mind converting, you can be my prince, just as I will be yours."
The Bull nodded slowly. The idea was completely ludricous, but it had its charm. She turned to Mary:
"Then there is the other thing. With the amount of testosterone I'm shooting, I couldn't get pregnant if I wanted to. And I'm not planning to stop anyway. I gotta be big for my husband."
The Bull grinned.
"So ... Mary. Will you bear my children?"
She was genuinely shocked:
"What?"
"It's pretty easy. You'd be my surrogate mother. You'll have the best medical care and my family would be happy to pay you a lifelong stipend."
"Are you serious?"
"Have I ever joked?"
"Now that you mention it ..."
"Exactly. You can think about this. We'll talk tomorrow. Now, I want to show you my country. Nightlife here is strange, but it can be fun."

Hours later, they were back at the palace. They were still giddy from the evening. They had danced, they had smoked all kinds of weird stuff, they had listened to strange music and beautiful singing and they had greatly enjoyed themselves.
Mary was mostly glad to remove the bandages that squeezed her breasts. She had just slipped out of her man's outfit, happy to be herself again. For the Bull and Aliyah, it was much easier. She asked:
"So only men are allowed to have fun around here?"
Aliyah nodded:
"It's not quite like that, but I can't argue."
"Isn't that shit?"
"It is as it is."
"I dunno. Also, what's with the holding hands?"
"That's tradition."
"You sure looked like lovebirds ..."
Aliyah embraced her hunk.
"We are, aren't we?"
The Bull gave her a deep kiss:
"We are, husband."
They laughed.
Aliyah returned the kiss, then said:
"I don't know how you feel, but I'm not tired at all."
Mary smiled:
"Easy for you to say, you're a fucking beast!"
"I am." Aliyah walked up to her friend and added: "Mary, are you sure you can still resist?"
"Resist?"
"Come on, I could see it the moment you came in this afternoon. You want to touch my body."
The Bull chuckled.
"Husband, you can't start seducing other women. That's bad!" He grinned.
Aliyah looked at him in mock irritation.
"Oh? But I thought a man is allowed to have four wives?"
"Only if the other wives agree ..."
"But you're my husband, big man!"
"Boy, this is confusing."
Mary blushed:
"Could we still make an exception?"
Aliyah grinned:
"I think that would be Shaitan's Threesome, wouldn't it?"
Moments later, Mary found herself locked between two giant muscular hunks, each one sweating and grunting as they hammered both at her face and her cunt. She gasped for air, desperate to keep up. The Bull's majestic cock slid in and out of her snatch, stuffing her so hard she could barely breathe. At the same time, Aliyah's overly enlarged clit hung erect in her mouth, her musky pubes all around her face. She grunted with pleasure as the two monsters increased their cadence, pounding her at full force. Aliyah looked into the Bull's eyes. He was concentrating on the feeling, weirdly confused by Aliyah's masculinity and the softness of Mary's pale body. It was incredible, but also shocking.
Eventually, Mary couldn't take it anymore. She flopped aside, completely exhausted. Aliyah grinned. She was still up to it and said:
"Come on, husband, I have to show you something you'll like."
"What else other than everything?"
She smiled. That was quick.
Mary sighed as she fell asleep. Aliyah turned around, presenting her hyper-ripped butt to her man. The Bull admired it. It was x-shaped and covered in deep striations.
"Nice ..."
"That's not all. Give me a second."
She fumbled her arm to the back, her biceps colliding with her gargantuan lats. Then, she slid her fingertips into her butt. The Bull stared. What was she up to?
"Almost ..."
She got a grip and then pulled a gigantic dildo out of her ass. The rubber cock flopped on the mattress. The Bull stared:
"Whoa."
"I've been stretching for quite some while now. Wouldn't want you to miss something. Now, show me I did the right thing."
As he gently shoved his cockhead into her ass, she gritted her teeth and sighed with pleasure. The Bull was all she wanted. And she always got what she wanted.

[hairylover321]

This was amazing!!! I will be sure to support your work on smashwords!

[El_Roy_1999]

This was amazing!!! I will be sure to support your work on smashwords!

Thank you very much!