★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] Stories~collected 2013

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In the evening, Cleo arrived at the lab. She wore some covering clothes to conceal her bulk and tried to look inconspicuous. She quickly stepped into her bosses' office and put the medical certificate on his desk. He'd find it there the next day. It had been ridiculously easy to get Alice's doctor to write this. Just mentioning "Montreal" made him work faster. Thinking about it, she shook her head. Once the administrative part was done, she walked to her office, switched on the computer and spent the next hours cleaning out her mailbox. Once she was done, she returned to her notes and tried to pick up her train of thought.
When she left eight hours later, her head was swimming. Combining her project with the information her colleagues had sent her meant that her idea was viable and that she would be able to expand on it.
When she returned home, she was horribly tired, but instead of just being allowed to drop on her mattress and sleep, she was greeted by Alice. She sat on Cleo's sofa, wearing a skintight latex outfit similar to the one she had worn on the day Cleo had met her husband. She asked:
"So, how was it? How is science?"
"I'm sorry, I'm really tired. Can we talk tomorrow?" She paused for a moment. "How did you get in?"
"I have my ways. So, tell me: How soon can you make more muscle growth stuff? The championships are approaching and I want to make first place forever."
"I just barely started working. It'll take a while. Could I now please go to sleep?"
Alice got up and stood in front of her. Cleo could smell the latex and the sweat.
"You may. But don't forget: I need this soon."
With these words, she left.
Cleo shivered involuntarily.

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Over the next week, Cleo delved into her work and soon recovered the loose ends she had left. She soon began working on perfecting her process. The colleagues seemed to be moderately interested in her work, after all, the animal testing yielded little evidence . This was due to the fact that Cleo focused on the theoretical concept behind it all and tried to keep the dosages low. She didn't want to expose herself early on. Actually, the tent-like clothes she wore to work hid her body quite efficiently.
Soon, she was ready with a new batch of her product. The new chemical was more efficient and its effects more persistent. She had spent all her downtime thinking about it in the back of her head and now, she finally could apply it. Now that she was done, she had to think about her situation again. If she gave it to Alice, she probably would continue harassing her until she finally killed herself by overdoing it. She'd have her death on her conscience. Cleo was pretty certain that Alice would continue growing her muscles until she literally choked on them.
At the same time, she knew she had no chance to outfight the much more experienced older woman. Finally, she began to understand the muscle-lust herself. Maybe she could find a way to protect herself from her oppressor.
She returned to her work.

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After a few days of experimenting, Cleo suddenly had an epiphany. She brushed aside the papers that littered her desk, launching them across the room involuntarily. She had once again misjudged her own rather superhuman strength. She took a few moments to remind herself of what she actually wanted to do, but then, she quickly grabbed a pencil, snapped it in two and took another one, jotting down her idea. Within seconds, the paper filled with squiggles, text and sketches. Making the office chair groan, she leaned back, looked at the ceiling and suddenly exclaimed "yes!".
The next day, Rich got a call. He was just finishing his work when he saw Cleo's name flash on his phone. He wondered what she wanted now. Their relationship, if one wanted to call it this, was basically a fuckfest. Honestly, he much preferred to spend his time with his friends, but he frequently found himself thinking of her enormous body. As he thought of her, his dick became hard. He shifted his position and answered her call.
"Hi! How is my muscle-beast today?"
"What?"
"I meant, how are you?"
"I'm fine. What was that?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. What do you want?"
"I wanted to ask you whether you could come over to my place. I may need a little help with some things. Could you bring some weights?"
"Why?"
"I just don't want to do this at the gym, so please, could you just bring a couple of pounds worth of iron?"
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Some food. Protein. Everything. The works."
"What are you up to?"
"I don't want to talk too long here. Everybody is here now and I've got to sneak out soon. Also, I haven't slept in two days. But I guess you'll like it."
"What the hell ..."
"Just do it!"
He put down the phone and shrugged. Whatever. The worst that could happen was more fucking. Why not?

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Rich arrived at Cleo's flat a good hour later. The traffic was crazy, people were just trying to kill each other. By the time he walked up the stairs, he was quite tired and angry. He found the door to the flat open and let himself in.
"Cleo?"
The living room was dark and most of the furniture had been moved to the sides. In the middle of it, lying on the carpet, was a huge mass of something.
"Cleo?"
There was a moaning from the lump on the floor. He walked closer and crouched down. Was this Cleo?
"Hey, girl? What's up?"
She rolled around, landing on her back. He breathed with relief.
"How are you? What happened?"
She looked at him tiredly and said:
"I haven't slept for quite a while now, but I just had to try. Wanna see?"
"Wanna see what?"
Suddenly, she propelled herself to her feet. She landed awkwardly, but balanced herself out quickly. She looked at him and he realised she was almost as tall as him now. That was odd. Before that, she had always reached to his chest, now she was almost at eye-level.
"What happened?"
"I did some extra work I had been thinking about. It worked. Lucky."
"Lucky? Why? What did you do?"
"You could call it the Klingonifier."
"What? The ... what does this have to do with Star Trek?"
"You know how Klingons have backup organs and all kinds of tricks up their sleeves to be better fighters?"
"Yes ..."
"This."
"How could this even ... You're not going to grow a spiny ridge on your forehead, are you?"
"Probably not."
"Probably? Are you crazy? Did you even test that?"
"Well ... Not really. But it worked."
He grabbed her by her enormous shoulders and shook her. Or at least tried to. He hesitated, then said:
"But why?"
"I don't want Alice to bully me anymore."
He stared at her. It finally all made sense. Oh yes. That would be cool.

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She led him by the hand, taking all the stuff he had brought from him as if it were nothing. Once everything was stowed away, she took the protein and asked him to help her prepare it. He was surprised by the amount of stuff she mixed and asked:
"What are you up to now?"
"I'm going to finish what I started. My body is the foundation, now I will make it powerful enough to stand up to Alice."
Rich nodded slowly. He thought about the gargantuan woman in front of him that began gorging herself on proteins and wondered what would happen next. He could feel his cock harden, thinking about her muscles. Somehow, all this felt horribly odd. Spending years to come to terms with his sexuality, he once again found himself doubting. Why did she have to do this to him?
He shrugged and helped her stuff herself. This was getting weirder and weirder. He seriously hoped that neither his parents nor his friends would hear of this. Once she was done, she brought a huge set of pre-filled syringes and said:
"I really hate needles and I had to do this to myself last time, but I can't reach around to my back anymore, so you'll have to help me."
"What does it do?"
"It makes me much stronger. You'll see." She looked down at his tenting trousers. "And you'll love it."
They went to work.

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Fifteen minutes later, Rich added the last syringe. He squeezed it inside her right trapezius. Cleo asked:
"Done?"
"Done!"
"Cool. I still feel a little odd, but I think it will work. Will you spot for me?"
"I ... sure."
She quickly loaded all the weights they found in the flat on a bar and said:
"Let's get pumped."
She laid down on the bench, but suddenly stopped. She said:
"Wait. If I do this now, I'll just wreck my clothes. Do you mind?"
Rich gawked at her as she quickly pulled off her already stretchy clothes and exposed her muscular body. Once again, the young man had to fight with himself. He saw her reveal her over-muscled, hyper-powerful body, covered in large, swollen muscles and marveled at her proud, breastless pectorals. She might be a woman, but she was beyond his imagination. And now, she would get even bigger. He took up position at the head of the bench and she got to work. Careful at first, she soon pushed up the enormous barbell and pumped out rep after rep. Soon, she was sweating like crazy, grunting and moaning with every further push.
Finally, she stopped and switched to another exercise. Step by step, she went through a complete body workout. Rich had trained a lot in his life, but watching Cleo do in one thing what he usually did in a week intimidated him. By the time she had finished, she was covered in sweat. She smiled at him, an expression of absolute tiredness on her face.
"Whoa. That was a lot."
By now, it was evening. She stared at him and said:
"I'll probably ..."
She fell over like a rock. He jumped forward and tried to catch her and was pulled down by her weight. He landed on her sweaty body and tried to get back up, when he noticed the strange shivering movement under her skin.

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Rich struggled to get away from her and saw that she was now in a sort of tremor. It was really odd to watch. Was she having a cramp? Had they overdone it? After all, the human body wasn't meant for such a stress. Honestly, watching her humongous body, he really wondered whether anybody should be so ridiculously huge. However, he suddenly realised she was alive and conscious. Amid the shivering, he heard her wince:
"Oh my God. Oh my God! It's working. It's working! Get a mirror!"
He ran out and carried in the full-length thing she had in her bedroom. She grunted, shook and squealed as the movement intensified. Suddenly, the 'waves' of her muscles overlapped and with a bizarre, unreal organic sound, her body contracted and became tighter and tighter. She screamed as the compression pushed the air out of her lungs. He could see that every single muscle-fiber pressed against the skin, contracting, twisting and thickening.
She howled in pain as her huge body turned harder and harder.
Then, with a surprising quickness, the contractions reversed themselves and her body blew up into a hugely bulky mass. She whooped in delight. However, before she could realise what was happening, the process once again reversed and she found herself squeezed again.
Rich stared in horror and fascination at the young woman growing ever more muscular with every repetition. When the effects of the drug finally subsided, she lay there, completely exhausted. She had this weird grin on her face, her body glistening with sweat. She looked at him groggily and asked:
"See anything you like?"

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He helped her up as good as he could and stared at her. She was now a good thing wider than him, her arms resting on her powerful lats. He grinned stupidly as she looked down at her enormous, blocky pecs that gave her a ridiculously overwrought muscle-cleavage. She gasped and said:
"Wow. That's a bit more than I expected. Check this out."
She lifted her arm and flexed. Strands of muscle contracted, pushing out her biceps. The whole arm detonated into a mass of sinuous muscle.
"Get the tape measure."
Rich almost flew to pick it up. His hands shaking, he slung the tape around her engorged arm and proclaimed:
"36 inches. I know people whose chest is smaller than this."
She grinned and said:
"Oh yes. Now watch this!"
With a shrug, she went into a most-muscular pose. Shockingly, her muscles expanded even further. She felt her chest and arms almost interlock and squealed with delight as her body formed a mountain of muscle.
By this moment, Rich had all but forgotten this person's gender. All he could think of was muscles, muscles and more muscles. He grunted weirdly and just started caressing her, tracing the lines of her enormous body and salivating like a mad dog. Cleo was surprised at first, but then just realised that the muscularity and power of her new self just made her as horny. She grabbed him, lifted the muscle-man and just carried him to her bed, stripping him of his clothes as she walked.

[muscleboytom]

I am loving this story! I must say that I totally identify with Rich in this story, as his back story mirrors my own in real life. Seeing a muscle magazine when young, getting hard, joining a gym later on to be around all that muscle, realizing that I was gay and coming to terms with that. Then later on as my muscle fetish became more and more my reality, finding I was attracted to female muscle, big female muscle and hardcore female muscle growth!

Tom

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She put the naked man down on the mattress and grinned mischievously as he stared at her in deep lust. He tried to get back up and touch her, but she locked his wrist in her steel-like grip and said:
"Wait a second, big man."
She threw his arm down, climbed on the bed and stood there, legs apart like a colossus. She bent down, grabbed him and pulled him up, lifting his crotch effortlessly to her mouth.
"Close your eyes."
Rich did as ordered, trying hard not to fall down and maintaining his balance. While he struggled not to drop back down on the mattress, he could feel her tongue on his cock. Her lips closed around his shaft, she licked and swirled around it. He gasped and tried to keep calm, desperate not to fail her. Suddenly, she switched her hands and held him up with one, stroking his balls with the other one. Just how strong was this titaness?
Cleo worked Rich's cock. She still couldn't believe what she was doing. She never even would have dared doing something as insane as this. She held him up like a muscly puppet, wondering how she even did that. Touching his genitals was another novelty. She had done this before, of course, but not like this. Never like this. And yet there she was, squeezing his balls and making him squeel. Then, with a sudden stroke of inspiration, she pushed her finger up his ass. It felt wrong, but somehow also right. Instantly, Rich exploded into her mouth. She couldn't even take him out of her mouth in time and even once she did, he still continued unloading his cum all over her. Then, with a surprising heaviness, he dropped back, bouncing off comically on the mattress. He lay there, mumbling incoherently, only occasionally opening his eyes to sneak a peek at his ravisher.
Cleo was about to ask him what was going on when the door of the flat opened.
"Cleo? Are you there? Is my stuff ready?"

Alice.

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Cleo tried to answer, but the cum was still running down her nose, lips and chin, so she awkwardly managed a "wadafukayoudoinere?", then Alice switched on the light. She looked at Rich, looked at Cleo and said:
"So, when did you decide you would call me later? What kind of a friend are you?"
Cleo almost wanted to reply that she was no friend at all, but kept quiet and wiped her face with a hastily found cleanex. She looked at Rich, who was crestfallen and turned to Alice.
"I was busy. I wanted to test it and it did work. Only the best for you."
Alice gave her a long look, only now realising how outrageously built her former puny student was. As Cleo got up, she realised that the girl was also taller than her now. Alice kept her cool and said:
"That stuff must be awesome. I want some. Now."
"Now?"
"Now. I'm really looking forward to it."
Cleo looked down on her. It felt odd, but she somehow enjoyed it.
"Well, I've got news for you. I'm still busy. I'll call you when it's ready."
Alice almost choked for a second, but instead, she just did a step forward and pushed Cleo away. Normally, she might as well have hit a brick wall, but Alice knew deep down that Cleo was just a little girl in a Hulk body. She posed no threat. Indeed, Cleo stumbled back for maybe half a step. Alice grinned:
"Now would be fine. And don't waste your time on Gaylord over there."
Rich squirmed. Cleo asked:
"His name's Rich. Why Gaylord?"
"Well, because he's gay. Didn't you notice?"
Cleo was confused.
"What do you mean? But we were ..." She turned to Rich who tried to shrink away. "You're gay?"
He hesitated:
"Well ... yes ... Is that a problem?"
"It's just because I'm a woman. What just happened, then?"
Rich shrugged:
"I'm gay, yes, but I like muscles more than anything. Men, women ... muscles are king."
"So you only care about these?"
She flexed her enormous arm. Her soccerball-sized biceps collided with her traffic-cone forearm. Alice's jaw dropped. Rich's erection returned.
Cleo wanted to say something, but she only managed:
"But I thought ... I thought ... I believed you ... but I really ..."
Rich got up and tried to soothe her:
"I really like you. You're cool and you're nice and you're funny."
"But?"
"But, it's just, can't we be friends?"
Alice grinned. Just as planned. All these weaklings. They never realised that strength came from within. With a couple of well-chosen words, she sent Rich away and put her arm against, not around Cleo's enormous shoulders. She comforted her, made her calm down and eventually got her to say yes.
The now shorter muscle-woman complimented herself. Somehow, it was sad she wasted her time on this. She could have been president with her skill. Hell, she could make herself into the dictator of some backwater country. Maybe ...

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After Cleo had calmed down, the pair found itself in her kitchen. The room, which might once have been spacious enough for half a dozen people, now seemed crowded. Alice made Cleo a cup of coffee. As the more muscular girl sipped it, her manipulator said:
"I tried to warn you, but you were so busy we hardly could talk."
"I hate him. Why did he do this to me?"
"I don't know. Men. They don't understand feelings that don't come from their cocks."
"I guess you're right. I should have trusted you."
What was she doing? Cleo was annoyed. The revelation about Rich had come as a shock, but he had been honest. Alice, on the other hand ...
Her 'friend' took her own cup and asked:
"Say, do you have more of the stuff?"
"The coffee?"
"No, silly, the product. You look like a monster. I'm really impressed and want some too. Also, you're really tall now. What did you do?"
"I improved the formula and added some features. Want a show?"
"Sure."
"Come over."
Cleo motioned Alice to come over. She led her to her enormous breastless pectorals and said:
"Listen."
Alice put her ear against the girl's massive chest. She blinked. What was going on? She could hear two hearts beating. She looked up at Cleo and asked:
"What's going on?"
"I call it 'klingonification'. It makes me a better fighter and a much tougher person. Want to see?"
The fact that Cleo hesitated and telegraphed her moves due to her inexperience gave Alice the edge she needed to survive. The taller woman had to make up her mind and decided to show her acquaintance what she thought of her tricks. However, when she tried to grab her, Alice ruthlessly dodged her, tumbled around her and attacked herself. She slammed her fist into Cleo's side, but merely realised that her opponent's body was hard as steel. Still, the bigger they come, the harder they fall.
Cleo was now quicker, indeed, and her blows came at literal break-neck speed, but she was still no trained fighter. Years of wrestling experience, on the other hand, turned out to be useful. Suddenly, Alice grabbed Cleo's wrist and twisted her arm. She was surprised to see her opponent to quickly move her arm in an unnatural way and free herself. Cleo grinned:
"Sorry. Not this time."
Alice nodded and said:
"Fine, then."

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With a sudden burst of energy, Alice evaded her attacker and, using the cramped environment, forced her against the kitchen sink. She grabbed Cleo by the neck and started choking her. Once again, she was surprised by her former friend's resistance. She squeezed and squeezed, trying to overcome her powerful neck muscles. Cleo just stood up, lifting her assailant and reaching behind her to tear her off. However, Alice added to her attack and wrapped her legs around her opponent's waist. With a sudden jerk, she forced the air from her lungs and locked her head. Cleo was alarmed. She tried to react, but there was no point. She felt everything go black. Then, finally, she collapsed.
Alice got up and recovered her breath. She decided against tying her foe up, it was pointless anyway, and looked for the muscle growth serum. She found it in the fridge, next to the klingonification serum. She grinned. Quickly, she put all the chemicals in a freeze-bag and walked out, eager to try the stuff at home. When she walked down the stairs, she bumped into Rich, who was just walking in circles outside.
She grinned triumphantly at him and added:
"Thank you for your help. You've been perfect. You should have been an actor."
He gave her a gloomy look. She continued:
"Don't worry. I'll leave you alone from now on. Will you come and watch my next show? I hope you will. I'm ready to be the champion of champions. Forever!"
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When Cleo came back to, she was really frustrated. All her work had been for nothing. Worse than that, the situation had actually become even more catastrophic. Instead of freeing herself of Alice's control, she had provided her with means to make herself even more domineering. If only she had gone through with her original plan of actually poisoning the drug she had invented, but she just didn't dare. Also, this was deeply criminal and an utterly heinous act. She would do something like this. Never.
Still, she had to find a way to regain her freedom. First, she had to clear her head. She went into the shower and washed. As she returned, she dried herself and looked down to the street. She could see this liar and traitor, Rich, still fussing about. No chance. This guy was dead to her. She sneered and finished drying herself. She had to use a towl on a stick for her back, but she still enjoyed it. Being a muscle-monster had its drawbacks and very few advantages. This was when she realised she had nothing to wear. Not that she thought that covering such a godlike body was actually necessary, but it might be useful.
She thought about her options. In the end, the only way was to order stuff on the internet. She eventually found a website that sold bodybuilder outfits. She looked around, checking for someone her size. This was no small task, in the truest sense of the word. She soon abandoned the female section and checked the male models.
Suddenly, she recognised someone. Cleo cocked her head. Was this one of the guys who had attacked her, months ago. She looked more closely. She squinted.
YES. It was him. She sent a quick message to the company, while also ordering some of the large-size clothes.
Time to clear things up.

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As soon as she was home, Alice tore her clothes off and fetched the rubbing alcohol from her bathroom. She quickly moved the furniture away and sauntered back into the kitchen to get her protein. Then, she checked the medication she had taken from Cleo. She had no idea how this was supposed to work, but she thought it couldn't be very complicated. Up until now, Cleo had always done things efficiently. She decided to take the risk and just ride the Klingonifier. She wondered what would happen.
She rubbed her injection site with alcohol, checked the syringe and shot herself up. The idea of growing a few inches like her 'friend' had, made her all giddy. Alice sat down slowly to enjoy the effect. She carefully arranged her legs so she could sit down and waited.
All of a sudden, she cramped all over. She could feel something happening and it wasn't good. Her chest felt tight and really bad. She shivered as she felt that her skin seemed to crawl. Was this how it was supposed to work? She hoped that she hadn't done something wrong.
Then, finally, she could feel her body stretch and burn. She lost consciousness.

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Rob came home in the evening. He took off his jacket, threw his suitcase and keys into the cupboard he had built for this purpose years ago, shook off his shoes and found his birkenstocks. He walked inside the living room, found the furniture all over the place and his unconscious wife in the middle of it. Rob's eyes went wide, he jumped over the sofa blocking the doorway and ran to her. He dropped down and checked whether she was breathing. She was. Good. Next, he tried to wake her. He pinched her, but found it hard to even move her skin. Something odd was going on. Should he call an ambulance?
Best not. He didn't want any more trouble with the police. She had a history of abuse of performance enhancing drugs, so getting the law involved would only make everything worse. Seeing no other possibility, he just decided to slap her. Maybe this would wake her up. Carefully taking aim, he pulled back his hand to give her a big jolt. Something was odd with her, something had changed. Maybe she had once again involved that Cleo kid. He wondered whether this was more of the outrageous stuff that had made her so muscular. For a second, he hesitated, thinking about what changes she might have gone through. He snapped out of it and gave her a powerful slap.

At least he tried to. Before his hand even connected, her arm shot up and grabbed it in a vise. He tried to move it, but her enormous muscles didn't even move. Groggily, she opened her eyes.
"What happened?"
Once she saw his pose, she asked:
"What were you trying to do, Rob?"
"I ... You were out cold, so I thought I could just wake you up. How are you?"
Alice listened to her breathing for a while, then said:
"I'm fine. Thank you. Do I have a surprise for you."
"What surprise?"
"Wait."
She slowly got up, still shaky from the changes she had gone through. Suddenly, Rob realised that she was now taller than him. She looked down on him, roughly an inch above him. It wasn't much, but it was enough for him to become seriously horny. She smiled:
"This isn't even my final form."