★Memorable Author: El_Roy_1999] Bigger Secrets *Illus* [giantgirl7foot2]

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Lou was impressed. Jason had told him about this enthusiastic young amazon, he had laughed. Jason usually boasted about the girls he met at the gym, but they tended to be more about fame and popularity than about muscle.
Instead, this Monica person had thrown herself into her shooting. She had walked in on her sky-high heels and had instantly shown off her muscles by stripping down to her bikini. She wasn't quite a fitness model yet, but she looked as if she was committed.
Lou said:
"Wow. You're really tall."
She looked down at him:
"I get that a lot."
"Is that your first shoot?"
"Yes. I hope it'll be okay."
"I'll show you the ropes."
He had her sit down at the makeup table and got to work. Monica was surprised, but let him work. When he was finished, she was surprised. This guy really knew what he was doing. She looked sexy without being slutty. Next, he told her to get up and strip.
She looked at him in confusion.
"Why?"
"Full-body makeup. Jason, get out."
The old man nodded. She asked:
"Why?"
"The lights are bright. If you don't want to look like pale corpse, you should tan. Since you don't, I'm going to do this artificially."
He expected her to hesitate, but she just undid her top and stood up straight. He smiled:
"I'm going to need a stepladder."

Wes was at home, scrolling through pages and pages of porn. He had taken the day off after feeling sick. He was fully aware that this was a stupid move in this economy, but the last weeks had been hard on him. Just relaxing for a while was what he needed. After all, he still had to come to terms with his submissive side. It was difficult for him: at work, he was quite the manly man and now this. It made him feel ridiculous, but on the other hand, he just loved the moment when he realised he could completely trust Monica and give in to her decisions. For these precious moments, he was completely free of any pressure. He could just do what she wanted and submit.
He was unsure of how to deal with this.
His mind drifted back to what he was doing.
Before him, the porn had changed. He had inadvertently drifted into the weirder parts of the website. There was bondage, but there was also wrestling, puny men held by muscular women. Gigantic, powerful women who looked feminine, yet also incredibly dominant.
His hand went to his crotch.
What was going on with him?

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That evening, Monica lay awake for a long time. Wes was snoring next to her. She hadn't told him yet of her budding second career. In all honesty, she still wasn't sure about it. After all, being a model was a weirdo job and getting recognised from her pictures could hurt her job. On the other hand, she had to say that it wasn't much of a job. She was a glorified secretary. Chances were good that this was a dead-end job anyway.
She rolled to her side. She had thought about becoming a model before. After all, she was very tall and slim. It was her odd relationship with her mother which had prevented her from taking this path. Also, she had to admit that she wasn't too beautiful. Her face had no special feature that made her unique.
She tossed and turned for a while, then finally gave up.
She got back up and put on her tracksuit. She would take a short run and maybe tire herself out enough to fall asleep.
Soon, she was on her way, the sidewalk flowing below her. With every step, her stride widened and she felt the cold night air clear her mind.

Her run was suddenly interrupted by two young men who were clearly drunk and in company of a giggling and equally drunk woman. The guys were clearly making their move and the woman was fine with it at first, but then, the situation suddenly shifted.
With a few quick steps, Monica was on them. She asked:
"Are you alright? Do you need help?"
The first drunken guy answered:
"Nah, I'm fine."
Then he blinked and turned around. He looked at Monica's chest, then looked up, and up. He asked:
"What?"
The other man had also turned to her and looked equally confused. Monica smiled and asked the woman:
"Second try: Are you alright? Do you need help?"
"What was I doing?"
Monica sighed. She looked down at the two fools and said:
"Go home now." They hesitated. She put on her sternest face and repeated: "Now."
Grumbling, they walked away.
She added:
"And be quick about it!"
They sped up and soon disappeared.
Monica offered her hand to the woman and led her home.
Once she was safe, Monica walked home. Only now did she realise that she could have been in deep trouble. If these guys had attacked her, there wouldn't have been much she could have done. She stopped and said to no one in particular:
"I'll have to learn to fight."

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"Come on, give me one more rep!"
Jason started counting the moves. Monica was lying on the bench and pumped the barbell as good as she could. At the end of the rep, her muscles started to shiver. She barely managed to rack it. She sat back up and gasped for air:
"Oh God. That was so hard. You're really pushing me now."
"You asked for it. I'm not going to ease up on you now."
She touched her arm. There was some muscle on it now. She started to look more and more like a fitness competitor. Monica had started to supplement her physical training with yoga classes and martial arts. These activities now took up most of her free time and Wes was beginning to complain. On the one hand, he was amazed by her strength and her looks, but he wanted to spend more time with her. Alas, work made that impossible. Monica had thought about reducing her work hours, but hadn't decided yet. After all, this job was her safety should anything go wrong.
She stretched a bit and asked:
"Tell me, Jason, when can I do another shoot with Lou?"
"I don't know, I'll ask him. You just have to be careful not to overdo it. Magazine spaces are few and far between, so you can't expect to sell much."
"I see. Do you know any other way to earn some extra money with this?"
"You could do a cam show. I could hook you up with some websites, you spend time on the message boards, get some fans and let them pay you for looking at you and talking with you."
"Who would want to do that?"
"I know a few people."

Monica adjusted the camera. Wes was out, visiting his mom.
"Okay, guys and girls, are you there?"
The site was not exactly crowded. Monica ignored the usual "Show us your tits!" and "tits or GTFO". One of the patrons asked:
"So, how long have you been training?"
"Four months now. I've made a lot of progress, I think."
Another person asked:
"Could we have your measurements?"
She obliged:
"I'm going to get my tape measure."
"Oh, yes."
"Is this turning you on?"
"Sure!"
Jason had told her that this would come up, so she got up and grabbed it from her dresser. She took the opportunity to show off her long legs, causing people to write admiring messages. She adjusted the camera again and took up position.
"Let's measure. Where should I start?"

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"My biceps? Okay ... I expected you to ask about my waist or something, but whatever."
She slung the tape around her arm and flexed to make it bigger. People demanded she pump up some more. Monica hesitated. She hadn't expected people to care more about her muscles than about her overall looks.
She said:
"So you want me to pump up first?"
Ecstatic howls were the answer.
"Fine. Here we go."
She dropped down and started doing push-ups. She managed to do thirty, five more than her usual max.
She then got back up, pumped her arm again and flexed some more.
"Okay, so let's measure." She tightened the tape and said: "Eleven inches and a half. Not bad, huh?"

When Wes came home, he found his wife naked and relaxed on the couch. She was working her snatch with a dildo and enjoying herself. He looked at her, grinned and asked:
"Need any help with that?"
"Nah, I'm fine."
He looked disappointed. She smiled and said:
"Oh, come on. It was a joke. Get over here, you big lug."
She beckoned him and grabbed him by his collar. With a tug, she pulled him down and led him to her cunt.
"Lick me!"
He hesitated, then found his head immobilised and pulled closer by her long legs. He struggled, but she managed to hold him.
Barely. This had to become easier.

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Just a question:
Breast implants or no breast implants?

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With every extension of her legs, the machine clanked again. Every clank meant another step to a more powerful body. Monica was sweating, she was fighting. Every effort was a step forward. She struggled, she prevailed. She imagined herself, tall, beautiful, muscular. A modern day amazon. A titaness. The mere idea of becoming huge and humongous made her wet. She forced her legs into another rep. She could feel the blood pump, the muscle fibres tear and rebuild. She vowed to herself she would be a beast, a monster. Everybody would be in awe, just watching her.
When she finished her set, she gasped. She tried to get up, her legs numb. Jason looked at her with a look uncertainty. This woman was pushing herself harder than anybody he had ever trained. Most people had a lot of initial enthusiasm, but as they realised the length of the road ahead, they wavered. Monica, on the other hand, had prevailed. She had kept up her workouts, she fought to do the exercises in perfect form. She was a true bodybuilder. Somehow, he felt humbled watching her. She seemed to be more into this than he was and he had spent the better part of his life working hard to create his own body.
As she massaged life back into her muscles, she said:
"That was good."
"That was incredible."
"Nah. There's still room for more. I really let myself slip on the last rep."
He stared at her concentrated expression. Most people would just be happy to finish the set. With her, there was always room for improvement. She winced as she worked her muscles with her hands.
He said:
"Maybe you should get a professional masseur. It would help."
"Do you know someone?"

Wes was at work. He was on his knees, finishing the installation of the wiring. The place was a huge new office building. He enjoyed the view. The city spread below him. Under his uniform, he wore a collar. Monica had given it to him and insisted he wore it. It felt odd, but there was a certain thrill to it. As he set the cover, he thought about her. Monica had turned herself into an incredible woman. He had never seen anyone like her. Her workouts were starting to pay off and she was now quickly becoming harder and tighter. Her arms had become very toned, her six-pack was clearly visible and he found it harder and harder to withstand her. Of course, he was still stronger, but the gap was closing.
The mere thought of her incredible body made him rock-hard. He looked around. Nobody here. He had to get to a toilet now. Shit. The next porta john was two levels below. He had no idea if he'd manage to get there in time.
Whatever. He walked to the barrier, looked over the city and smiled blissfully as he thought of the marvelous legs of his wife.

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Once again, Monica was at her computer. Her chat partners were clearly very happy to see her and she was showing off her recent progress. That's when one of them finally managed to summon all his courage and ask:
"Do you do sessions?"
Monica hesitated. She had no idea what that meant. She thought about it for a while, then said:
"I'm going to think about it. I'll tell you next time."
This way, she could ask Jason what that was. On the other hand, she could check on the internet right away. Monica shook her head to herself and decided to continue the show for now. She was now flexing her pecs, having learned this skill a few days ago.
Her pert breasts jumped up and down. She grinned and said:
"Do you like this? Look at my sexy boobs being lifted by my strong pecs. Can you imagine having them in your face?"
She underlined the last sentence by letting both breasts jump up simultaneously, enhancing the cleavage of her top further.
Another question:
"You look awesome! Say, are you going to get even more muscular?"
She grinned, hit a double biceps and said:
"Of course. I'm going to get huge. Super huge."

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"What's a session?"
Monica had just finished another harrowing set of ab exercises and was drinking to rehydrate. Jason blushed. It looked odd with his tanned, rather drawn looks. He answered:
"Well, unless you are referring to a jam session for musicians ..." She shook her head. "Thought as much. It's a muscle worship session."
"Worship? As in religion?"
"No. Well, not quite. The idea is that someone pays you to admire your body."
"People do that?"
"Why, yes. I used to do them myself when I was still young and handsome."
"You?"
"Of course. I have a pic in my locker. Wait, I'm going to get it."
Moments later, Monica looked at a young, very muscular and nude guy with a rather huge cock, laying there in a rather seductive pose.
"That's you?"
"Yes ..."
"You look super handsome. Not cute. Very manly."
She nodded appreciatively. Then, she asked:
"So there's no sex involved?"
"It depends. At least in my time, most people just paid to watch and touch. I guess you'll have to set your limits."
"Hmm ..."

The next day, Monica was online again. She noticed she had received a few donations and some subscriptions. It wasn't actually earning her real money, but she could pay some of the food with this.
She stopped chatting with one of the members and addressed the whole audience:
"You asked about sessions. Here's what I decided: I don't feel ready for full muscle worship stuff yet."
There was some disappointment.
"I know. But I'm still starting out and I don't want to rush it. No use in burning out."
Some grunts of approval.
"So here's what I offer: You can get custom pictures and videos taken of me. You tell me what you want to see and I'll do my best to do it. Also, I'm offering training sessions. We all need to get in shape, so why not do it together. You can book a date with me, I train with you and you can feel the pump. Also, you can watch me power through sets that will make you question your masculinity!"
She added a cheeky smiley and leaned back.
Let's hope for the best, she thought.

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Weekend came. Monica and Wes woke up and started their days. Out of routine, Monica started her cleaning routine. Wes switched on the TV and started watching the morning cartoons. She had always wondered what this was about. Maybe some remains of his childhood. Anyway, as she dusted off the cupboards, she stopped. Then, she went to the bedroom, took out the special outfit she had bought for her next cam-show and put it on. It took a while and wasn't easy, after all, it was still quite stiff, but once she was ready, she was amazed by her look. After all, the leather catsuit had cost a lot of money and was very tight. She put on the matching boots she had bought and stepped back in the living room, balancing on top of her eight-inch heels. She had practiced as much as she could, but she was still uneasy on her feet. Also, the room was getting a bit low for her tastes.
Wes hadn't looked at her yet, still engrossed by the action on the screen.
She waited for a second, then said:
"Wes."
"Not now honey."
"Wes."
"I said not ..."
His voice trailed off as he stared at his giant wife.
"Wes. We need to talk. It's time you do your part of household chores."
"But ..."
"No but, Wes. No but."

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Now that Wes had taken over most of the household chores she could trust him with, Monica had more time to exercise. Once again, she increased the intensity of her workouts. She was now pushing herself to her limit and it was beginning to show. Her muscles had grown some more and she had managed to build a body most women would envy. She was tight, strong and tall, while also acquiring a flexibility that made her spectators gasp and grin. And jerk off, of course.
Jason was equally impressed. He now focused almost exclusively on training her, careful to find new ways for her to make money and improve her status. Lou had accepted to do some more shoots, these being even more risqué than the previous ones. The money was now coming in nicely and Monica was thinking about giving up her day job to switch to being a full-time model and session performer.
She decided to take her chance and let fate decide.
The next day, she arrived at her job in her full-on domination style. She wore eight-inch heels, a pencil skirt and a short-sleeved blouse that showed off her powerful biceps. Her heir was tight and set in a bun and she wore her black-rimmed glasses. Her boss stared at her incredulously as the seven-foot-tall secretary walked in on her vertiginous heels.
She took up position in front of him and said:
"I need a raise."
"What?"
"A raise. I need more money."
"But how ... And why?"
He seemed to be honestly confused. She stepped to his desk, grabbed his tie and pulled him on the desk. He was on all fours now, his stuff falling to the ground. She pulled him even closer and said:
"You will do as I say."
"I ... I'm sorry."
"You will be sorry and you'll act as you're told."
He seemed hopelessly confused and tried to conceal his growing erection. She smirked:
"I didn't tell you to get hard yet."

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"Okay, let's get started. Give me twenty push-ups."
Monica looked down at the man in his forties who was looking at her in horniness. He maybe had expected something different, because he continued staring at her. She was wearing some very short shorts that showed off her long toned legs and a crop top that allowed him to look at her abs. Seeing that he didn't do what she told him, she repeated her order:
"Twenty push-ups. Now!"
The man knelt on the floor and arranged himself in the correct position. He lowered himself and pushed himself back up. Monica started counting the moves.
"You're going too fast. I want you to do this slower."
He strained:
"But that's hard."
"Of course it's hard, you weakling. What do you think you're here for. You book me for a training session, you get a training session. I'm going to make you workout so hard, you're going to forget your name. Now do it slowly!"

Eventually, the man was done. He was completely busted and laid on the couch now. Monica had handed him a big glass of water and said:
"Because you've done what you've been asked to do, here's a little reward."
She stood up straight and began stretching.
"Like what you see?"
He nodded.
"Well, then I've got more in store for you."
With these words, she laid down on the bench and prepared to do some pressing. She said:
"Spot for me. This is a new level I'm shooting for. It might get a bit heavy, so I need you to be careful. I want to pump my muscles really hard. If you're careful and do what I tell you, you can see how big they get afterwards. I might even let you squeeze them. If you can ..."
With these words, she began pumping out reps. The customer tried to concentrate on the bar, but instead found his pants get tighter and tighter. This amazonian goddess was laying right in front of him, grunting and sweating. The bar went up and down, he could see her arms stretch and contract, her muscles bulge and struggle.

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Monica called Jason and asked to meet him at a café close to the gym. He came in and saw her sipping at her latte. She gave him a short wave and had him sit down. There was no "please" or "hello". Clearly, her personality, which had always been a little domineering, had grown more and more controlling.
She said:
"Okay, here's what's up: I've made a list of the money I'm making now and I want this to work."
"The money ... So you did a session?"
"Sure. I got my boss to give me a raise, I have the photos, I have the cam shows and I have the training sessions. All of this gets me money. Money I want to invest in getting the best body there is. I want to blow Wes away and I want to be the best at what I do." She paused. "I want to be a legend."
"A legend?"
"I want to be a perfect amazon. A huge, incredibly muscular, super-sexy uberwoman."
Jason grinned.
"I see. That's quite the goal."
"I know. So what I want from you, is a plan on how to get there."
"I understand. Do you have any specifics?"
"I want to get as muscular as I can. I want to look shocking and beautiful. I want to be desired and admired by everybody. Those who don't love me should hate me or fear me."
"I understand. It's a little ... how should I put it ... megalomaniac."
"Will you help me or not?"
"I will. Just a question: If you say as muscular as you can get, do you mean naturally?"

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Giantgirl7ft2:
I need some decisions.
Should Monica get breast implants?
Should she use steroids and hormones to get bigger?
Should she get leg-lengthening surgery to add some inches to her height?

Also, how are the pics coming along?

[giantgirl7foot2]

Excuse me for my absence! I've been enjoying the read, but had alot of work for school (finals).

Personally, I do like big breasts and wouldn't mind the extra muscle and height, so a yes to all three!

I finally got some more clothing sets for G2M. Here are the characters so far. Note that it takes a long time because I'm working on a crappy old macbook, but normally it should go faster from now on ;-). It wasn't easy to get Monica crooked, so I hope to get to the rest of the renders quickly so I can use preset poses. I have no idea why the ground texture is so pixelated, but there are only a few campus scenes anyway. I'm also still figuring out lighting and render settings.



Any comments before I keep on using these models? (e.g. hair, clothes, body...) I can't wait to start adding some muscle and heels/height to Monica! ;-) Also, do you want text balloons in the pictures with speech?

[El_Roy_1999]

I like the pictures and I like the style of the characters, even though Monica is Hollywood-ugly. (That can be a good thing and probably fits the idea of the story. I just didn't expect it.) I'm really looking forward to more.

About the ground texture: Maybe the graphics file you're using is not correctly applied? There might be a problem with the tiling. I have no idea.

About the text balloons: I don't know. You could also try captions below the pictures. It really depends on what works better for you.