#COLLECTION: Scraps, Snippets and Vignettes *Various Authors + Subjects*

[El_Roy_1999]

Just a short scene. I doubt I'll continue this, I just wanted to write it down. Maybe you'll enjoy it.

*Mature Muscle*

Irene
by El_Roy_1999

Irene looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing her body in the mirror was impressive. She found it hard to stay calm as she felt the massive bulk of her muscles. She thought back to the time when she had been a scrawny little creature. Well, scrawny wasn't totally right. She had been normal. That was no longer the case. She had taken control of her body. It had started so innocently. She had gone to the gym to get her figure back after her menopause. She had eaten too much and moved too little. After a few weeks of endurance training and minimal improvements, she had talked to the professionals and they had told her the truth: Strength training. Suffice to say, she had given it a shot. Soon, there wasn't much else she was doing. Her body was responding perfectly to the training. She felt the burn, she conquered the pain. Within a few months, she started putting on muscles like crazy. Soon, she was fit, fitter than she ever had been. Then it hit her: She wanted more. Much more. Her training sessions got longer, her workouts harder and her life more regulated. She worked, she trained, she ate, she slept. It paid off. Leaving the shores of fitness, she dove deep into the iron sea. The other women at the gym talked behind her back. She didn't care. The coach told her she was overdoing it. She didn't care. Her partner left her. She didn't care.
She had been bitten by the iron bug and she had caught muscle fever. Soon, she was no longer training with the women. She was training with bodybuilders. Gender was irrelevant. Muscle mass was everything. Slowly, all that was soft about her disappeared. She turned into steel. Her body expanded, forcing her to buy bigger clothes and to change the way she stood and walked. She began to radiate this weird confidence. She saw her breasts shrivel and disappear, her face turned hard and lean, the lines of her muscles emerged under her skin. Irene enjoyed her new strength. In everyday situations, she just loved to show off. She'd casually lift things in the air, crumple trash in her bare hands or just screw the lids of any tins really hard. As far as screwing was concerned, she did a lot of that too. By the time she had turned sixty, her body was rock-hard and her libido was ridiculous. Quite a few young men found themselves seduced, fucked and strictly abused by this horribly powerful old woman.
As she thought about this, she felt all hot. Her hand went to her crotch and she began fingering her snatch. She played with her clitoris, getting soaking wet in the process. She gasped and growled as her body shook in the confines of her bathroom. The hulking woman had to admit, her flat was cramped. She was spending all her money on supplements, steroids and clothes. She had begun swapping out her former wardrobe when her training had started to kick in and had gone through three steps now. First, she had switched to girly, young clothes. She soon found them to fit her badly. It just wasn't true. Instead, she had then opted for a more sporty look, which had yielded some tight t-shirts and shorts. Still, she hadn't been happy and had taken another step forward. Her third step had been the furthest: She wanted to radiate mass and power. As a result, she had switched to classy, strong outfits that enhanced her silhouette and showed off the pure muscular strength she had accumulated. There were a lot of shoulder pads, high collars and tight waists in her wardrobe now.
Still, occasional gym dress was also okay. She remembered an evening a few days ago. She had just left home, wearing a hoody and some lycra pants. The hood was up, the jacket was zipped and she just showed off her insane taper. As she walked to the gym through dark streets, the few people around changed sidewalks to evade her. She grinned as she felt their fear. Suddenly, she heard a soft cry for help in an alley. Irene walked over to the entrance and saw a little old lady that was being aggressed by two young men. She walked over to the group and cleared her throat. The first thug turned to her and assessed her. He was clearly impressed. Irene didn't leave him time to think. She hit his left ear with a cupped hand, threw him against the wall and slammed his head against the bricks, making him spit out the sad remains of a tooth. He dropped to the floor and scrambled away, together with his horrified partner. Irene stretched and helped the old woman to her feet. She said:
"It's so nice of you, young man. You saved me."
Irene said nothing and just escorted her back to the main street. The old woman continued:
"I'm so glad there are still gentlemen. I'm now 64 years old and the streets just aren't safe anymore."
Irene grinned and pulled down her hood, revealing her aged but tight face:
"I'm 66."
She had turned away and left the confused woman behind her, feeling even stronger and more invincible. That evening she had the hardest pump in a long time.

[muscleboytom]

Love older HUGE female bodybuilders!

[musclegal_luvr]

Jim and Melissa: Origin Story

I met Melissa when she was about 23. She had an amazing body then. Picture Donna Bramble. Beautiful brown skin (which contrasted nicely with my pale white skin), bright eyes, a glowing while smile, 5" 7', 38C-23-35, long dancers legs, very lean, nice tight little ass, she even won the secret "Best Body on the Floor" contest the guys at our job held amongst themselves. I'm not entirely sure why she hung around with me and eventually married me, she's WAY out of my league, but I won't question it.
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After a few years of marriage, she noticed that she was putting on some weight so she decided to work out. Of course I encouraged her. We tried Tai Bo and nearly wrecked our basement, then she settled on Pilates. That wasn't for me so I did other things, weight, ab tapes, etc.. Her body took to the Pilates quickly. It wasn't long before she lost the extra weight. She kept it up and before long she actually had a hard, firm 6-pack. I didn't notice it until one night in our bedroom. She was changing and looked at herself in the mirror. She was just wearing her bra and panties. "Oh cool!" she said and turned around to face me. "Look! I have a six pack!" I was lying on the bed and picked myself up to see. I've been a fan of female physical fitness and bodybuilding for some time now and thought she didn't really understand what a 6-pack was, but I saw it for myself. My wife had 6 hard, firm bricks of muscle in her abdomen. "Wow, hon! That's awesome!"
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That encouraged her to keep it up. Little did I know how well her body would respond to working out.
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Before long she was very lean and toned all over. She even started to get decent biceps, with a little bit of noticeable vascularity. We met one of our friends while we were out one time and he said, "Wow Melissa! You look like you could beat me up!" "Oh, stop!" she said. "Doesn't she look great?" I asked him. "Yeah, what are you doing? Pumping Iron?" he asked.
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"No," she said, "just Pilates." "Wow, well it looks like you're a natural." he said. That gave me an idea.
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On the drive home I told her how proud I was of her for getting in such great shape. "Thank you, honey," she replied. "I'm glad you like it. I like it too. I like looking good. It makes me feel good too. Much more energy and stamina." "Tom was right though", I said. "You really seem to be a natural at it. Your body responded to the exercise so quickly and so well.
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Some people exercise for years and don't get results, just look at me! But you could be a fitness competitor after only a few months of Pilates." She replied, "Well I guess I get that from genetics. Both of my parents were in pretty good shape.
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You can see my siblings are also pretty fit." "Yeah, but not quite like you," I said. "You put the time and effort in to exercise and eat right and now you look spectacular." She said, "Yeah, well I think I've done the best I can do with Pilates." That was a perfect lead in to my next question - "Are you ready to move on to something else?" I asked. "Oh I don't know," she replied. Then there was a long pause as she thought of how to phrase her next question.
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"What do you think of those female bodybuilders? Do you think they're gross or too muscular?" My heart started pounding. I too had to play this right. I didn't want to insult her but I did want to encourage her.
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"No! I actually think it's pretty cool. Ummmm, I have to admit, not that I'd ever cheat on you, but it is actually a fetish of mine. I think it's very sexy and erotic."
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"Really?" she asked. "You're not just saying that because my biceps have ballooned a bit from doing the pushups in Pilates?"
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"Honey," I replied, "I think your biceps are awesome. I love it. Bring it on, get big!"
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"Well, then, starting tomorrow, I'm off Pilates and on to weights. Heavy weights to build up bulk and mass. Would you like that?" she asked.
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"Honey," I replied, "I'm getting hard now just talking about it.
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The next day she joined me in the basement for my workout. She was wearing a sports bra and shorts, her 6 pack in full display for me. I said, "OK, how about I put you on the same program I found, we'll just use lighter weights since you weigh less than me." She was 115, I was 177. "OK, sounds good" she replied.
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I said, "We'll start with chest and do three sets of Incline Dumbell Presses. I usually do these with 45 lb. dumbells, so maybe we should start you with 20's." "OK." she said and got on our incline bench. I gave her the 20's and had her hold them above her chest, elbows bent. I told her to slowly raise them up without locking her elbows for 12 reps max.
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"This isn't very heavy, Jim" she said as she easily did 12 reps. "OK", well we're just trying to figure out how much weight to use with this first workout anyway, so how about 25's?" She easily pushed out 12 reps with the 25 lbs dumbbells. "Honey, that was really easy too. Let me try those," she said pointing to the 40's. "No, that's probably too much for you." I said, "I do that exercise with the next higher weights, 45's and I can only get 9 reps max." "Let me try," she said, "just stand over me and spot me." "Oh, OK, I can do that," I said. I brought the weights over to the bench and straddled her and held them up to her hands. She grabbed them. "Ready?" I asked. "Uh-huh," she said. I was holding them while she pushed up. "OK, OK, you're lifting them too much, just hold them a little lighter and guide them," she said. I eased up on my grip and my lifting them, ready to grab them tight in case she faultered, but she continued to lift them. Smiling, she said, "OK, now just lightly..." I eased up again, she once again lifted them, no problem. "I can do this!" she said. I took my hands away, but was still ready to help her if she needed it. Spectacularly, she did 12 reps right below me. "Honey! That's incredible!" I said. "I want to try the 45's," she announced. "Are you sure?" I asked. "That's what I'm doing now and I can only do 9 on my best day." "Just spot me again, but I'm pretty sure I can" she said. I hefted the 45's to the bench.
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This time, she picked them up from the floor, from her inclined position. "Impressive!" I said, then I took my spotting position. She started to push up on the dumb bells with my assistance again. "OK, lighter," she said. "Lighter weight?" I said, "OK, we'll do the 40's". "No!" she said, "lighter lifting of it from you." "Huh???" I said. I eased up and she once again lifted it, seemingly with ease. "OK, let me do it 100% this time," she said. I took my hands away, she pushed up slowly, then down slowly, in perfect form. Again, up and down, perfectly. "Two," I counted. "Three, Four, Five....Ten, ELEVEN, TWELVE!! Honey!! You out did me!!!" She was still pressing and had a glowing smile. "Honey! I could do these all day!" She caught a glimpse of my rock hard cock under my workout pants. "Wow, I see you do like strong women!"
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She said, "Hey, this working out really gets my blood flowing and turns me on." I was still straddled over the bench and she pulled my shorts and underwear down in one motion. She crunched up a bit, grabbed my cock and then began sucking it. She was always spectacular at giving head but this time she did it with much more fervor and passion. Moaning and groaning, sucking and stroking. I held the back of her head, guiding her in and out of my mouth. "I want you to fuck me right here," she demanded and proceeded to pull her shorts off, revealing that she came down with no panties. She was planning it all along. I looked at her moist pussy and began to finger it. She laid back down on the bench and let out a low, guttural moan. I kissed her hard abs, each one of the 6 sections, then I kept going down to her pussy. I licked it and sucked on the juices that were flowing from it. She writhed in pleasure under me. I grabbed her slender waist and pulled her into my face as I buried my tongue further into her. "Oh FUCK YEAH!!", she screamed. I could feel her pussy muscles seem to kiss me back as I ate her out. "Oh shit!, she said. "Faster! Faster! Ohhhh, faster! I'm gonna cum!!" I mercilessly dove my face into her as she came, pressing her firm thighs against my head. I pulled her back as she came on my face, screaming, writhing.
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Finally her orgasm subsided, she pushed my head away. "I'm not done with you yet, Mister." she said as she stroked my cock, getting up from the bench. She took the sports bra off revealing her 38C tits, making my cock that much harder. "You really like this strong body?" she asked flexing a bicep. "Oh yeah, I do," I said. "Well then come over here. I stepped away from the bench and walked towards her, taking off my t-shirt. She walked right up to me until her hard nipples touched my chest.
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"Hold me," she said. I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her, pressing her big, firm tits into my chest. She reached around and began stroking my ass. Then she moved her hands down to my thighs. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned again as she grabbed my thighs and began to lift ME! She leaned back a bit and spread her legs. She positioned my cock right in front of her hungry cunt and pulled me into her. "Ahhhhhhh" she purred. "MMMMMMMM," I moaned as I put my head on her shoulder. She pulled me out a bit, then back in. "Oh yes! Strength is such a turn on!" she exclaimed. She began to pull me in and out faster. She turned me into her human dildo, her human sex toy. I loved it. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!!
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I'm gonna cum!!" "DO IT!!" she yelled. "AHHHHHHH!!!!!" I screamed. I shot a load of hot cum into her as she pulled me back into her violently. I pumped and pumped my loads into her and collapsed like a rag doll on her. She carried me back to a couch, cum dripping down her long legs and gently sat me down. "I'm gonna like this!" she said.

[fireshower44]

This is my first story. Enjoy.

*Based on a true story*

Everything changed for me my sophomore year in high school.

I was 16 years old, I would be driving soon, and I was dating a girl for the first time in my life. As a 5'8" 135 lb kid less developed than my classmates, I was very excited to be dating a girl this year. She was average height for a girl, a 5'6" brunette who weighed 110 lbs. It was odd that we were together. We didn't have much in common. I was always more intellectually driven, leading the chess club and taking advantage of Advanced Placement courses at school. She was a fairly athletic girl, at the time playing volleyball and having been a former gymnast.

Don't get me wrong, I was no weakling, but I certainly wasn't very strong. I was what you would call "skinny fat" I suppose. We would often pretend fight and though I would always pin her, her strength surprised me sometimes.

She must have noticed this, too, because she started to pinch my arm from time to time complaining that I needed to work out more. So, not wanting to fuck this up, I convinced my parents to buy me a set of dumbbells, ranging from 5-50 lbs in increments of 5 lbs. I would look up exercises online for each muscle group and preform repetitions over and over in my room. I didn't really have a clue what I was doing other than that. My diet was shit, I overworked myself, continued to drink on weekends, etc. However, there was a little bit of progress that showed after enough time.

One day, she came over and noticed my progression.

"I'm proud of you," she told me.

"Thanks. Anything for you, of course."

"Is it hard?" she asked me.

"Huh? Is what hard?"

"You know, getting into shape with the weights and all. We use the weight room from time to time for softball, but none of us take it too seriously."

"Well.. Yeah, I guess it is hard. You get sore, it takes patience, and progress can be slow sometimes. But I'd say it's worth it." I continued to ramble on as I turned around and started looking at a poster on my wall. It was some motivational poster that read: "Lift big, get big." I guess hanging it up in my room reminded me of why I was doing all this in the first place. As I continued to ramble and stare at my poster, I was broken out of my trance when she asked:

"How much do these weigh?"

She had picked up the 20 lb dumbbells. I had outgrown those for most of the exercises I did, usually only using 20s to warm up on curls and shoulder presses. However, it wasn't that long ago that I was struggling with the 20 lb weights.

"Oh, uh, those are 20 lbs.." she didn't seem to be struggling at all.

"Ohhh,  this isn't so hard." She retorted as she pumped out repetitions, curling the weight without seeming to struggle too much. She did 12 repetitions before putting the weights down.

"I bet I could do another 2 sets of that." she said.

"Well.. that's impressive. Really. I started with the 20 lb weights for curls." I said, amazed that had I not started lifting weights a couple months back, my girlfriend might actually be stronger than me right now.

"God, I love the burn I get after working out. I'm so pumped right now, check me out!" she said, throwing up a double bicep pose. It looked pretty strong, for a girl.

"Come feel them. I feel so powerful." I felt her right bicep. It wasn't larger than mine, but it was definitely very hard. I was actually a bit intimidated by how strong she was. However, I couldn't help but think that it was also downright sexy. Something about her muscles was pretty hot. I just didn't want to show it.

Trying to conceal my attraction, I told her, "That's awesome. But girls shouldn't be lifting weights all the time. They'll get too big."

"I wouldn't mind that. All that power would feel so good.. What's the matter? Scared a girl is going to be able to beat your ass?" She mocked me as she winked at me.

"What? No... don't be ridiculous. It's just my opinion. There's no way you could actually get stronger than me. You're a girl."

At first, her face showed anger, then her expression changed to show calm confidence, as if she was accepting my challenge. "Well, maybe we'll see about that someday. It's time for me to go. It was nice spending time with you today. Love you!" And with that, she was gone.

I could only wonder but think what she meant by "We'll see about that someday." What if she tried to compete with me by working out as much as she could? I dreaded the thought, but at the same time, I kind of wished that I was right. Only time would tell.



Let me know what you think. Chapter 2 will be posted if I see a positive response.

[fireshower44]

This chapter will be written from the girls perspective, the next day.

"6..7.....8!" she said as she finished her set on the leg press machine. There were 7 plates on total.

My legs have always been strong. Growing up as a gymnast and then switching to volleyball had them built up throughout the years.

I know my legs are as strong as my boyfriends, if not stronger. His main advantage is his upper body. Not that he's a weakling or anything, just growing up in sports has always made me a bit stronger than average people.

"Wow.. I never noticed how thick my legs are.. they're so fucking solid, too." She said as she still sat down on the leg press machine.

"God, they feel so fucking powerful." she said as she squeezed her thighs together, watching the muscle grow as if flexed. If an observer nearby saw her and didn't know any better, they'd say her legs looked a little stronger with each flex.

She decided to jog home from the gym to finish off leg day right, with a little cardio thrown in at the end.

"I'm sooo sore. I love this feeling so much."

When she got home, she fixed a protein shake, stepped out of her shorts, and went to her room. She went to the fullscale mirror on her door.

Her biceps were still a little sore from the curls at her boyfriends yesterday. She gave them a quick flex.

"God, I can't wait to fill this body up with power and strength." she said as she admired her arms, imagining them growing.

"I'm gonna beef these arms up.." She started to feel very sexual. Then, the remaining pain in her arms was drowned away by sexual energy. She began to finger herself furiously until she orgasmed. When she did, she felt power surge through her body. Since she was still amazed by how much better her arms felt, her arms were what she was focused on during that moment. She watched in amazement as her arms filled out the slightest bit, stretching her long sleeve shirt which was already tight. Her arms looked incredibly poweful in the shirt.

"No way.." she though, realizing what triggered the growth. She masturbated again, this time focusing on her powerful thighs. She gasped as they tightened up, becoming ever so slightly thicker with powerful muscle. Her legs now looked intimidating. She squeezed them together and slightly devilish grin crept upon her face as she realized just now fucking strong her legs were becoming.

She would be busy over the next few weeks.

[fireshower44]

My laptop died while I was finishing chapter 3. I'm sorry for the wait, I promise it'll be up tomorrow and better than the first two.

[shamus0013]

My Trouble with Delilah

My trouble with Delilah began when we met at a building-wide meet-and-greet she'd organized at the bar down the street. I'd arrived early enough that we were the only two there, so we found a high top and started chatted, the conversation mostly revolving around jobs and degrees. It was a little forced to be sure, but it progressed in fits and starts until I mentioned that I was married. From there, everything Delilah said revolved around her inability to find an acceptable boyfriend as her excitement from our initial meeting drained the vivacity from her demeanor.

I was somewhat surprised to hear of her problem. Judging by our brief conversation, Delilah sounded outgoing and intelligent even with a lisp that caused her to pronounce s sounds closer to sh; despite wearing a little too much makeup for my tastes, she was on the attractive side of average for a woman in her early 40's, with mousy blonde hair, light blue eyes and a bright, wide smile. And given the strain her bust was putting on her stretchy top, she was a breast man's dream. But over an over she lamented her ability to attract a "real man." So finally I asked her what she meant by that.

"You know, a guy who can come and TAKE me, sweep me off my feet. Someone who's not intimidated by my strength. I mean, so many guys see my arms and run the other direction. I would have figured my all-natural double-F cups would distract guys from my huge muscles, you know?" As she was talking, Delilah balled up her fists and curled them to her shoulders. I know I gasped watching her upper arms stretch and strain the sleeves of her cardigan.

"Jesus, Delilah, that's incredible!" I exclaimed. I thought I could even hear the fabric of the sleeves struggling to contain her biceps. On instinct, I started leaning towards her and reaching for her massive arms.

"Oh, you can feel them if you like." I wrapped - or tried to wrap - one of my hands around her massive left arm and could barely get half way there. "Go ahead and give it a squeeze."

My jaw dropped. "I AM squeezing! Your bicep is like granite."

"Thanks!" she said, her smile coming back. "I'm trying to get to 18 and a half inches, but they don't want to budge no matter how often I up my curls. Just can’t seem to find that last half inch." She unflexed the arm I was holding then flexed again. "I'm kind of surprised the sleeves held up. I have a bad habit of shredding sleeves and pants legs. What do you think?"

"I think any guy should count himself unduly lucky for getting your attention. Hell, if I weren't married I'd be all over you," I said with a little more enthusiasm than I'd have liked.

"Yeah, if only you weren't married," lamented Delilah. "I bet you'd sweep me off my feet."

"What about going after guys in the gym?" I said, trying to ignore her advances.

Delilah rolled her eyes. "Those guys are the worst! I've had more than a few bad experiences with that type. Besides, I haven't been able to get even a decent warm-up out of normal gym equipment in forever."

"So, how do you stay in that kind of shape, then?"

"My friend Greg owns his own gym. He's got a private area with heavy-duty machines and super heavy kettle bells he had specially made for me. It must've cost him a fortune.”

“Ever thought of going out with Greg?”

“Ew, no! He’s old and kinda weird looking, not young and cute like you.”

I tried to ignore the last part of that sentence even though I was becoming more intrigued by Delilah. “If you’re not going out with him, what’s he get out of the deal?”

“Well,” she began, sounding a little sheepish. “I’ve let him feel me up a little, but only a couple times. Mostly I just go over there and work out in a skimpy sports bra that I'm totally spilling out of and these painted-on spandex shorts and work out while he watches."

"That's quite a sweet deal you have going on."

"It works for both of us. He likes watching strong girls and I'm a bit of a show off, so it's fun to go over and lift and do other stuff."

"Other stuff?"

"Not, like, sexual or anything," she said, her face turning a little pink. "Other ways of showing off my strength. Like, sometimes he'll handcuff my wrists together and I'll break them."

"You can break handcuffs?" Now it was my turn to start turning pink.

"Oh yeah, easy!" Delilah replied, bringing her hands up in front of her like they've been cuffed together. "I just pull my hands apart nice and slow and the chain rips like tin foil. I can even break the bracelets off myself! Greg loves it when I bend stuff, too."

"Bend stuff?"

"You know, like steel bars and things. I can bend a crowbar with my bare hands like it's cooked spaghetti any more," she said in such a matter-of-fact tone that it was almost unsettling. "Barbells are a little tougher, but not much. I twisted one up in the shape of a heart for him once. I'm such a tease!"

"Jesus, Delilah, are you serious?"

"Uh huh! I'd be happy to show you sometime. You know, if you’re interested."

Delilah knew exactly what she was doing to me from the moment I placed my hand on her enormous arm; once she started talking about demonstrating her power for Greg I could do almost nothing conceal my lust for female strength. I decided to beat a hasty retreat but Delilah wasn't going to let me off easy.

When I pulled out my wallet to pay for the two beers I had, she responded, "You're money's no good here. I've got this."

"Oh, no, I wouldn't feel right about it."

A sly grin crept across Delilah's face. "How about we arm wrestle for it, then. I win, I get the check. You win, you pay your share."

"That sounds an awful lot like a sucker's bet to me."

"How about I even the odds up, let you use both hands?" she said as she beamed a smile at me. Even after what she'd told me, I figured I had a fighting chance using both arms against her one, rationalizing that she had to have been stretching the truth at least a little on what she was capable of. Delilah set her right elbow on the table and wiggled her fingers. "I promise I'll be gentle."

I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to get an idea of how strong she really was. "Deal. Both hands."

"Yay!" I clasped my right hand in hers and cupped my left hand on the back of hers. "Ready?" I nodded. "Go!"

I started pushing with just my right hand at first and quick realized I was going to get nowhere that way, so I began pulling with my left. After a few seconds, Delilah piped up. "You can start whenever you like." She was smiling ear to ear.

I marveled at her for a second. "Are you even trying?"

"No. Are you?" she teased, propping her head on her other hand.

I redoubled my efforts. "Jesus, you're like stone!" Delilah just sat there wearing a serene smile. Keeping her hand off the table against both of mine was apparently effortless for her. "This is useless, isn't it?"

Delilah just nodded. I felt like I was going to have an aneurism. "Ok, may as well just put me down, then."

"Aww, you don't wanna hold hands any more," she said with a frown. I tripped over some sounds as I attempted to form she perked back up. “I’m just teasing."

Delilah eased my hands down to the table as gently as she promised and with as much ease as she held hers up. We exchanged pleasantries and when she offered to exchange phone numbers I couldn't bring myself to say no.
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Excellent story! I really enjoyed seeing how strong and muscular Delilah turned out to be. Always love seeing an arm wrestling match like that, two arms against one and the one winning with abject ease. I'd love to find out how strong she really is!  k+!

[evolutionfiction]

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The Leader
by evolutionfiction 
evolutionfiction@lycos.com

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The place is the Earth, the time is the future. Following a series of catastrophic wars, humanity is back on its feet again. The concept of a 'nation state' is no more, as it was that ideology that lead to its ruin. Now, groups of humans live in tribes and clans in a territory. Each territory is ruled by a 'leader'. The leader is chosen either by lineage, intelligence, physical strength or a combination of these factors. Gender has no relevance, and the leader can be challenged at any time.

In the Omega clan, John rules his people with an iron fist. He is the embodiment of the alpha male : tall, handsome, masculine, brave, chiseled features, muscular, intimidating, and an expert at instilling fear and spotting weakness in his opponents. To date, he has left a bloody trail of dead challengers behind him. At the end of a typical challenge, his opponent's dead body is always hung from a tree, serving as sustenance for the local vultures. In fact, one can usually tell the beginning of the end of John's opponent by the vultures circling above.

There is also an unwritten rule that the leader of a tribe can also be challenged by the leader of another tribe. It happens to be an unwritten rule because to date, all the tribes have been so preoccupied with infighting that they haven't had the time or opportunity to fight the other tribes. The leaders seldom worry about this unwritten rule, but deep in the back of their minds, they know that sooner or later, they will have to contend with an outsider.

With John being such an awesome specimen, he eventually ran out of opponents. This lead to a lack of infighting, which in turn lead to the accelerated growth of his clan and territory. Eventually, his territory encroached on that of a neighboring clan.

Because human civilization had had to start all over again, tribes often knew very little about their neighbors. This lack of information could work in different ways. If the leader of a tribe was expansionist, chances were he would issue a challenge to his neighboring rival to expand his territory. Conversely, if the leader was not expansionist, he would try to maintain the status quo.

And now, as the leader of his people John had a decision to make : was he going to issue a challenge to the leader of the other tribe, or would he extend an olive branch of peace to his new neighbor ?

Given John's nature, he always believed that the best defense was a good offense. He was however far from reckless, and he knew that he needed information regarding his new neighbors before he could make an informed decision. Thus he sent his best scout to gather information about the new neighbors. The scout put on his camouflage and carefully entered the territory of the new clan. What he saw truly surprised him. These new neighbors were much more advanced than they were, both technologically and socially. Although their society was not as advanced as the old Earth, it was probably the most civilized place on the new Earth. The biggest shock was still awaiting the scout however.

The scout had been so overwhelmed by his new surroundings, that he never noticed the two tall and large women that were now standing behind him. In fact they had been standing there for the past minute observing him, when they finally realized that he was a spy. By the time the spy had become aware of their presence, it was too late. Each of the two large women was now firmly holding onto one of his hands, and dragging him away to be presented to their leader. The spy tried his best to get free, but the two large women didn't even seem to notice his struggles. They casually conversed with one another about his potential fate, totally ignoring his protests and struggles the entire time.

The spy soon found himself in the presence of the tallest and most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Seated on what seemed like a high throne, she looked magnificent. About half of her dark brown hair had been made up into a bun, and the other half spilled down around her face, shoulders and back in tresses like a waterfall. Her appearance was an exotic one, a testament to her European, Asian and African genetic cocktail. Her face was truly feminine and delicate, accentuated by her purplish eyes that were hypnotic and mesmerizing. Her honey colored skin had turned bronze from the intense sun. She was wearing a magnificent gold necklace around her long and graceful neck, which lead to delicate shoulders, and the most properly proportioned pair of large breasts that were anatomically possible. Her silk blouse ended above her navel, decorated by a purple diamond. Her shoulders tapered down to her proportionally narrow waist, which further flared out to her hips and full buttocks. Her short skirt revealed long grace legs, with calves and thighs that seemed to be carved out of ivory, yet maintaining a feminine glow. In short, she seemed like one of those ancient greek statues that had come to life.

When the scout had finally absorbed the magnificence in front of him, she stood up to her full height of seven feet and approached him. Her four inch high heels clicked solidly on the floor, sending a shiver down his spine each time. He had to crane his head upwards and backwards to make eye contact with her, now that she stood 7' 7" tall in her heels and bun. The magnificent woman spent the next minute looming down at him, saying nothing. The scout found himself shivering uncontrollably. Finally, he couldn't stand the silence. With a quivering and shivering voice he went on to explain who he was, and why he had been sent there. Without uttering a single word, the leader went to an adjoining room. Returning with a pink envelope, he handed it to the the scout. Then she went back to her high throne and sat down.

Needing no further instructions, the spy bolted out of the building, and ran as fast as he could back to his own camp. He spent the next half hour explaining everything to his leader. Finally he handed the envelope to the leader. The leader opened the envelope, finding a single pink page inside. Unfolding the paper, he was astonished to find the following word inscribed on it in blood : "COME !"

For the first time in his life, John was at a loss. He wasn't sure what to do. After some brainstorming, he realized that his choices were limited. If he launched an attack without provocation, he would seem cowardly, unchivalrous, or lacking in judgement. If he reciprocated by asking her to 'come', he would seem lacking in originality. Ultimately, he decided that if his present image was to be maintained among his people, he would have to go to her, and eventually become victorious, whatever 'victorious' meant, given the set of circumstances.

Now that he decided he was going to her, the next choice was as to how. Would he be going alone, or with a group of his men ? Should he wear his battle gear and go mounted on his black horse, or not ? And finally, and most important of all, what would he do once he got there and actually met her ? One thing that had been bothering him since the outset was going to be their height differential. With him standing at an even 6 feet tall, she was going to be at least 12 inches taller than him, if not taller, based on the shoes she would chose, and how she would do her hair.

He summoned his advisors, and they spent the next several hours thinking. Finally, it was decided that John would go with 10 of his most trusted men. They also concluded that he should not go in military gear or mounted, for that could be seen as a potential provocation, or sign of an impending invasion. Instead, it was decided that he and his men should dress as smartly as possible. With regards to the height differential, the advisors noted that ultimately what mattered most was that John and his men were all still at least six feet tall, and that they had the gender advantage, which would more than compensate for any height difference. With regards to what would they do once they got there, it was decided that it would be best to act as polite and chivalrous as possible, for this was not a declaration of war, nor a confrontational setting.

And so, the day after John had received his instructions, he and ten of his most able and trusted men made the short journey to their new neighbors. As soon as they had arrived, they were received by a delegation of women. John and his men failed to notice that there were exactly 10 women waiting for them. This was because these were the 10 most beautiful women they had ever laid eyes on, in addition to being the tallest. In appearance and height, they were very similar to their leader, except that their tallest one was still an inch short of 7 feet tall.

And so, in a moment the men found themselves facing the leader of the women, who was seated regally on her high throne. John instantly made eye contact with her, and she appeared exactly as the spy had described her. He needed more than a moment to fully take in the vision in front of his eyes. As his mind was still busy processing all the information it was being bombarded with, she had risen to her full height, stepped off of her throne and walked right up to him. By the time John realized this, he was eye level with the cusp of her magnificent breasts. Once again John was overwhelmed by her presence and needed a moment to regain his senses. He could feel the warmth of her body, and smell her intoxicating perfume at the same time. Once he had regained his bearings, he found himself looking upwards and upwards past her magnificent breasts, long graceful neck, and angelic face, into her hypnotic and mesmerizing purple eyes. She was even more magnificent than the scout had described. Once again, he found himself lost and disoriented. This time he was lost in her eyes. She instantly realized this and used it to her full advantage. She continued to look into his eyes with her piercing ones for the next few minutes, keeping silent the entire time. Soon John forgot where he was, and almost who he was. By the time he was back on Earth, he found himself hand in hand with her as she led him to a series of mirrors that had been set up side by side. His rough and masculine hand had disappeared in her larger and softer feminine one, and by the time he realized what was going on, he found himself standing side by side with her, and hand in hand, staring at their reflections in the mirror. He also realized that the other ten men were in exactly the same predicament. Now all the men could do was to stare at their respective reflections. John found himself side by side with her, his head at the same level as her gravity defying breasts. He followed her magnificent form all the way up her body, and realized that she was wearing the exact same ensemble as his spy had described the day before.

As John continued to take in her magnificent form, he finally realized by just how much she dwarfed him even without her 4 inch heels, or bun of hair. As he compared her exposed body with his own he realized that in addition to being a foot taller than him, she also had a heavier frame than he did. Her wrists and ankles were thicker than his were, and even without her breasts, her chest would have a larger circumference than his would, and so would have her waist. It was almost as if she could read his mind, and in response, she squeezed his hand tighter and tighter until it became quite painful. John had to muster much of his willpower not to grimace, and she also realized this. In response, she made eye contact with him through their reflections, and ran the tip of her tongue across her top lip, bit her top lip and also winked at him. John turned a deep red color in embarrassment. In reality, John was exactly 6 feet tall, and 180 pounds, and she was 7 feet tall and 280 pounds. In short, she was a big boned beauty, being as voluptuous as she was tall and beautiful. However, the last thing she appeared to be was fat, simply because of her perfect proportional form and gorgeous appearance. By the time John had gotten over the shock of their collective size differential, he finally realized how each of his men had been paired with one of her women. It finally dawned on him that she had also sent a spy to his camp, only this time it had gone unnoticed. His heart sank as he also realized that she must have known about every last detail of his conversation with his advisors. Once again, she seemed to read his mind, for this time she turned sideways, forcing him to do the same in the process. Cupping his chin in her hand, she gave it a playful squeeze and guided his head between her very large breasts. Now she took her arms and gently wrapped them around his head and kept them there, and started to rock his head back and forth between her mammoth mammaries. Between being overwhelmed by the feel, scent, and warmth of her breasts, and most important of all, her overwhelming strength, he found himself simply unable to escape her feminine embrace. She seemed to sense this too and continued for as long as she pleased. For John, this extremely embarrassing and arousing spectacle seemed to go on forever. His body responded like that of any red-blooded male. He developed a raging erection, and started to breathe faster and heavier. The tip of his engorged penis pocked her in her crotch, and his heavier and faster breathing tickled her breasts. She obviously become aroused as well, which in turn caused her breasts to swell up enormously. This completely prevented John from breathing. He looked up pleadingly into her eyes, begging her to loosen her embrace. She was relentless however, and squeezed her arms even tighter. John was about to black out. However, the continued lack of oxygen aroused his mind and body even more and he simply couldn't take it any more and erupted like a geyser. It was the most powerful climax he had had in his life. His penis pumped out wave after wave of semen until his body finally went limp and he blacked out. She gasped in disbelief as he continued to soil his clothing, until finally going limp in her powerful arms.

While she had been overwhelming his body and mind with her more magnificent and powerful body and mind, every one of his poor companions had been subject to the same overwhelming and embarrassing spectacle. All eleven men and women had been aware of each other's presence and predicament, which had only served to amplify everyone's sense of arousal, and the men's sense of total embarrassment. Things had obviously not turned out the way the men, or the women, had expected. The women had definitely set out to overwhelm and dominate the men, and the men had certainly set out to intimidate the women. However, by the time all was said and done, the women were in total and absolute control, and the men just wished that the Earth would open up and swallow them whole, for when all eleven men had finally regained consciousness, they once again found themselves and the women staring at each other's reflections in the mirrors. Only now, not only were they were being cradled like babies in the arms of their respective captors, but the females were also looking down at the soiled crotches of the men with a look that was a mixture of shock, amusement, contempt, and arousal. Once everyone had absorbed what had just happened, the women gently placed the men on the ground.

Everyone was now waiting to see what the female leader would do next. She of course, didn't disappoint. Looking down condescendingly into John's eyes, she ran her fingers through his hair and asked him : "What is your name darling ?"

Turning white with embarrassment and looking dejectedly at the ground he replied : "M-M-My n-n-name i-i-i-s J-J-John."

She continued : "Don't be embarrassed darling ! It can happen to the best of us !" The female leader continued to tease him : "Things certainly didn't turn out the way that you had planned did they ?!"

Wishing that he could die instead of continuing with this conversation, he nevertheless replied : "N-N-No, t-t-they c-c-certainly d-d-didn't !!"

She continued : "Have you always stuttered you little darling ?!"

John meekly replied : "N-N-No ! Th-Th-This i-i-i-s t-t-the f-f-first t-t-time !!"

Pretending to be hurt, she asked him : "What's the matter darling ? Don't you like me ? Are you afraid of me ?!"

Feeling beyond pathetic he answered :"N-N-No !!"

Relishing his embarrassment, she continued : "No ?! You don't like me ? Why not ?! Your body's reaction certainly seemed to say otherwise !! And why are you afraid of little ol' me ?!"

With his head spinning, he continued : "I-I-I d-d-didn't mean I-I-I d-d-didn't l-l-like y-y-you !!"

She continued : "Oh darling, thank God ! I hate it when people don't like me ! But why on God's Earth are you afraid of me ?! You certainly didn't seem afraid when you got here !!"

John couldn't take it any more and broke down crying uncontrollably. Seeing their leader reduced to such a pathetic being, John's men also broke down crying. Never in her life had she felt so powerful before. In fact, a weird feeling, almost electrical in nature was passing through her body. She was becoming more and more aroused, and had to continue to feed this feeling. Looking down into John's eyes she said : "My poor little darling ! Acting like a bad little boy !! You know what ? I have a strict rule that I never break : whenever someone starts to act a certain way, they only deserve to be treated that way. So, given you are acting like a bad little boy, you only deserve to be treated like one !"

And with those words, she placed her hands under John's armpits, effortlessly lifted him up and threw him over her shoulder and proceeded to carry him like a sack of potatoes over to her high throne. Once she was there, she sat down, and placed John on her lap. Looking into his eyes in a maternal manner, she continued : "Ok darling, you are not going to like what is about to happen ! But given your behavior today, you need to be punished !" And with those words, she pulled down his pants and underwear, and had him bend over her thighs. Holding his two hands in one of hers, she proceeded to spank him with her other hand. To add insult to injury, she had him count the blows.

She raised up her large feminine hand and brought it down forcefully, slapping him hard on his exposed posterior. He yelped in pain as he couldn't believe how much it stung. And so, as his men and all the other women watched, the female leader spent what seemed like an eternity slapping his exposed posterior until it had turned beet red. By the time he had counted to 100, he once again had a raging erection, only this time, everyone else was also a witness to it ! As the final icing on the cake, she sat him on her lap and pointed his erection to everyone, and asked him : "Darling, how do you explain that ?! Are you a masochist, or did you enjoy what I just did to you ?!"

Crying uncontrollably, John replied : "Oh please !! I can't take it any more !! I don't know why !! I can't explain it !! Please, please let me go, I just want to go home !! Please, I'll do anything !! Just let me go !!"

Seizing the opportunity she replied : "My poor poor little darling !! It must be so hard for you to have fallen so far so fast in such a short period of time !! You know what ? I am actually feeling a little guilty for what I have reduced you to today !! But tell you what, just to prove that I am kindhearted, I have a reward for you. Actually two rewards !! I promise you will like it, and I promise to let you go home afterwards, but you just have to promise that you won't turn down what I am about to offer you ! Do you promise ?" Almost without hesitation, John nodded that he would. At this point he was willing to do anything to get away. She continued : "Ok darling, just remember you promised !!"

And with those words, she proceeded to strip to the nude and ordered him to do so as well. In a matter of a few moments, they were both completely naked. She continued : "Ok darling, come sit on mommy's lap !" Burning with embarrassment, John did as he was told. With a maternal look once more, she continued : "Ok baby Johnny, mommy is going to put her nipple into your mouth, and you are going to suck on it until mommy tells you to stop !!" John's mouth gaped wide open in shock, as he was speechless. Seizing the opportunity, she thrust her mammoth nipple into his mouth and ordered him to suck away. Experiencing infantile regression, John did as he was told, and spent the next 30 minutes taking his new master to seventh heaven. Not being totally unfair, she proceeded to fondle his genitals, and milk the remaining semen out of his testicles. To her surprise, John respond with a raging erection, and proved that he was far from exhausting his reserves of semen. She made a mental node of his generous endowment for their future adventures together. And so, this is how things went for the next half hour as they both spent the next thirty minutes gasping, moaning, and climaxing. Her final climax was so powerful that her eyes almost rolled backwards into her head !! When he was done at long last, he was told that he had to do the same thing all over again for her other breast. And so, the once fearless leader of a clan was once again reduced to a baby, bringing pleasure to the Amazonian leader of the next-door tribe, and being fondled and masturbated by his potential opponent for the next thirty minutes.

When at long last he was done, John asked her to release him and allow him to go, feeling that he had fulfilled his end of the bargain. She was not done however and continued : "But darling, you still owe me another service !!" He protested that he had just sucked her two breasts. She however, reasoned that it was only one act, and there was still one more act remaining. Shivering with fear, he reluctantly asked about his last task. Opening her mammoth thighs open, and revealing a gigantic vagina covered generously with thick bristly pubic hairs, and completely covered with thick white creamy fluid she continued : "Oh my little cutie !! I spent the last hour giving you the time of your life, and as a result, I am covered with sticky juices all the way from my toes to my crotch !! See how all that white sticky stuff has coated my legs ?? This is where you come in !! You have to lick me clean !!" Still in the nude, and with nowhere to go without his clothes, he started to cry uncontrollably and found himself leaning between her legs, and placing his smooth naked face against her thick bristly bush. The poor wretch now had to spend the next two hours servicing her orally. It took an entire hour just to lick her tree-trunck sized legs completely clean, and another hour to clean her up between her legs, for she seemed like a woman capable of orgasming with indefinite pleasure and power.

Finally, after the longest 3 hours of his life, he fulfilled his end of the bargain. However, to prove to him that she wasn't without gratitude, she spent the next hour taking him to the showers with her and washing his body completely clean, while he also had to soap up and wash her gargantuan form spotlessly clean as well. While they were showering she asked him what had been the hardest part of the day for him. Burning with embarrassment, he said that it was probably the fact that he had been humiliated and demeaned so much in front of his men.

At long long long last, the longest days of John's life was finally over. When they both stepped out of the shower and dried themselves off, they were both glowing with cleanliness. Having soiled his clothes earlier, John had no way of retuning to his camp that night. She gave him a very large towel, told him to put it on, and asked him to return to his clan. She said that she would be visiting him soon to talk about the next stage of their newly formed relationship. Seizing this opportunity, John and his men bolted out of the women's city, and towards their own camp.

[artem]

MICHELLE'S FANTASY

Part 1

Hi, everyone! I am Michelle, and I wanted to talk about a fantasy of mine
involving my 'significant other', Christine. She went to the store yesterday
to pick up some bodybuilding supplements for me. Her truck pulled up to the
house a half-hour later while I was standing in the driveway washing my car.
She said the store was out of the supplement I had sent her for, but the clerk
had given her a little yellow bottle filled with these capsules, which was
marked "Instant Mass". The label on the bottle stated that one capsule would
add incredible muscle mass, but it works only for women. I thought, "Well,
that can't be true!" Now, Christine isn't a bodybuilder as I am, but she is
tall, and quite athletic, and involved in many sports, and figured that these
capsules could give her a performance edge, so she asked me if she could take
one. "Of course!" I said, and as she stood before me, wearing just a t-shirt
and a pair of jeans that hugged every sexy curve, she swallowed a capsule. In
moments, she began to grow noticeably, as her shirt tightened over her
breasts, and buttons popped on her now unbearably tight jeans, I guessed that
she had added perhaps 25 pounds of muscle! She was turning me on with her new
muscles! "I've never felt such a rush of power in my life!" Christine said.
"Is this what it feels like to be you?!" "I want more!!!" With that she ran to
the kitchen to get a glass of water, and ran back to the driveway where I
still stood. Without thinking, she just grabbed a handful of pills (at least
half the bottle) and swallowed. What happened next was unbelievable! Christine
was growing into a goddess of superhuman muscular proportions! She let out
pleasing moans as her muscles pushed her clothing to its limits and beyond!
Her jeans exploded under the pressure of her massive thighs and expanding
glutes, and her mighty chest began heaving and throbbing with power as her
nipples became freakishly large! As she moved her growing arms into position
to do a double bicep shot, her shirt gave in and snapped off of her body like
an exploding tire, revealing a massive chest you could never imagine!! Her
biceps had to be at least 40" around!!! Her legs were like throbbing tree
trunks! My naked muscle goddess reached beneath her Ford Ranger and
effortlessly lifted it over her head with only an index finger! Christine had
become the strongest being in the universe!!! I had a dozen orgasms just
watching my 7 ft. 2000lb. princess of power! I was overcome by her monstrous
muscles and I reached for her super nipples, grabbing them as though they were
the handle bars of a motorcycle, thinking this would be the ride of a
lifetime!!!

I decided I couldn't let Christine have all the fun (and the power), so I took
the bottle of pills and swallowed the rest of them, hoping to become the
goddess my Christine now was. Wow, I could feel EVERY muscle in my body grow
to massive proportions! I felt the swelling and tightening of my muscles as my
purple mini dress began to give way! Like Christine, my chest began throbbing
and pulsating with muscle as my rock-hard nipples pierced through the fabric
of my dress! As I grew taller, my legs expanded to a mind-boggling size! My
watermelon sized calves bursted through my pantyhose and high-heeled boots,
ripping them to shreds! I was becoming more vascular, as veins which resembled
freeways became intertwined around my ever-growing muscles, bulging to
phenomenal size! I called to Christine to bring a mirror, and she obliged,
bringing one out as I started a double bicep pose which revealed arms over
45'!!! I was now about 6 inches taller than Chris, and about 500 lbs. heavier!
My pecs were engorged with freakish muscle as ten-inch nipples stood erect
from my perfectly rounded breasts! Christine measured my chest. "My goodness!
107 inches around!!" she said. My waist was around 28 inches, which made my
super 55-inch thighs look gargantuan!I felt as though I could lift the
planet!! I was now stronger than every man on the planet combined! Christine
knew she was a distant second, although she possessed the strength of
thousands. I think we'll go next door to Brad's house and show that so-called
bodybuilder what female muscles can do!!!


Part 2


Christine and I decided to go next door to that jerk Brad's house for fun. He
is a bodybuilder and such a showoff. He thinks his 21' arms are so bad. Brad
has a gorgeous 18 year old girlfriend named Kimberly. She's about 5'11,
blonde, with an incredible body, and Brad doesn't even appreciate her! He
cares more about himself and his Harley! She knows he's no good for her, but
is with him because she is turned on by big muscles. We're going to teach Brad
a lesson and show his beautiful girlfriend what big muscles REALLY are!!!!

Since Christine and I both weighed over a ton, it was hard not to hear us as
we walked through Brad's front yard. "What the hell... oh, my..!!!!" was all
Brad could say when he saw us. Christine was the first to speak, (Brad used to
hit on her even though he had a girlfriend) "Brad, Michelle and I are here to
give you a lesson on how to treat women! And I believe we'll start with your
precious Harley!" "What are you gonna do b***h," said Brad. Christine walked
over to Brad's motorcycle and began to gingerly lower her massive bulk on to
it, and as it began creaking, she realized to motorcycle was not meant to
support the weight of a 2000 lb. goddess. "First of all," Christine said, "I'm
not a b***h, and women are more important than mere possessions!" Christine
squeezed her gargantuan thighs together and stood, holding the bike suspended
about two feet from the ground. She then began squeezing harder, crushing the
bike between massive amounts of bulging, pulsating muscle!! Christine's mighty
legs exerted enough force to actually break the bike into two pieces, and the
pieces fell onto the ground in a loud crash, as Christine just laughed,
knowing that Brad was powerless to stop her! The loud noise woke Kimberly, and
she ran out of the house to see what was going on. Nothing could have prepared
her for what she saw! Christine and I gave her a wink, and she knew this would
be the greatest day of her life....

18 year old Kimberly ran from the house wearing only a light blue shirt that
exposed her midriff, and a pair of matching panties. Her beautiful blonde hair
wasn't combed and her incredible green eyes were wide with surprise. She was
so turned on by the two of us that she had come when she noticed Christine
wink at her. "Get back in the house, b***h!!" Brad shouted at Kimberly. I
walked over to her and told her that we were here to teach Brad that a
beautiful woman is to be respected and treated right. She laughed and admitted
to us that she was very attracted to our muscles, and asked if she could watch
Brad learn his lesson. "Of course, honey!" I then walked over to Brad's brand
new Chevy Tahoe, standing behind it. I was facing the back of the truck as I
reached out, putting my open hands flat against both sides of the truck. I
then slowly lifted the truck off the ground, raising the truck's front end so
that by the time the truck was above my massive shoulders, it was vertical!
Kimberly was softly moaning with pleasure! I was pleased! With the truck held
above me in a vertical position, i gently threw it over 20 feet into the air
and caught it with my right hand. I felt like a Superwoman!! I then placed my
left hand under the frame and got a better grip of it with my right hand so I
was holding the two-ton SUV over my head. I flexed every muscle in my body (to
the delight of Christine and Kimberly) and began BENDING the truck into an
upside down u-shape! Metal creaked as glass broke as I folded it completely in
half! "Yes, oh my goodness, oh yes!!!" Kimberly was overcome with sexual
stimulation upon seeing me perform a feat which took the strength of
thousands!!! Brad could do nothing but stare as I threw the twisted hunk of
steel and plastic over his house into the back yard! Christine and I then gave
a double bicep pose which dwarfed Brad's 21' arms. Christine's boulders
measured 41 inches, and my superhuman biceps peaked at 48 inches as Kimberly
came several more times! Our mighty breasts were engorged with muscle as
nipples at least ten inches in length protruded from them. Our legs were thick
and muscular, like no man EVER could attain. I asked Kimberly how she felt.
"Oh, my.. I've never felt soooo... good... oh my..!!!" Christine said, "See
Brad? That's how you treat a beautiful woman. Since your puny muscles can't
please her I think she'll come stay with us!" Kimberly giggled. "I wish I had
muscles, too" Stay tuned!!

[king22222000]

Growth Story
Author Unknown
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We had been dating for a few weeks now.  We had met in the gym, where your 6’0”, 200 lbs lean muscled body caught my attention, and I suppose my toned physique with ample chest is what caught yours.  At 5’9” I’m considered tall for a girl, but little do most people know that I have a growth fetish, and as hot as your lean muscles are, I can’t help myself but to imagine them larger, much larger in fact.

I asked you over for dinner for what you thought was another routine date.  Taking your coat, I proceeded to offer you a cocktail, which you eagerly accepted.  I handed you yours and I sat down across from you with one for myself.  “Cheers” I toasted, and raised my glass to my lips, very pleased to see you do the same with yours.  I began watching you expectantly, and soon enough, I noticed your eye lids getting heavy, your body going limp, and finally completely asleep.

You wake up to find yourself lying on my bed.  You look down to notice that you are now only wearing your boxer briefs.  Puzzled, you try to get up, only to discover your arms over your head are handcuffed to the bed.  I start hearing the handcuff chain rattle and your sounds of frustration, alerting me to the fact you have woken.  I wait until I hear you call out my name before seductively slinking back into the room, the sight of me catching you in complete surprise as you instantly stop all movement and just stare.

I’ve changed into my naughty nurse’s outfit, which you’ve seen me in before, in fact you’ve commented before how it is your favorite role play outfit.  But the way it looks on me now leaves you speechless.  The skimpy tight white shorts look even tighter and skimpier.  They look like they’ve shrunk in fact, now looking much too small for me, as they now look like booty shorts exposing the curvy flare of my glutes just above my hams.  Your eyes wander up from there, the form-fitting white coat still looking normal over my midsection, but it looks much tighter than it ever was before stretched over my chest.  The buttons are clearly struggling with trying to hold my boobs in, open diamond-shaped gaps appearing between each button, as the top two buttons aren’t buttoned at all.  Clearly it would now be an impossible task trying to button my nurse’s coat all the way up.  The short sleeves are looking more taut around my upper arms, as my toned arms are now showing more bicep and tricep mass than you remember.

Finally your eyes take me all in and you rediscover your temporarily-lost voice.  “What’s happened to you?” is all you can think of saying, to which I let out a small chuckle, as I reply “Nothing that’s not also going to happen to you!” as I hold up a mostly full syringe.  “Wha…what?” is your unimaginative reply, as I explain “The huge guys at the gym gave me this, said it was infinitely better than roids, and experimental.  I only took a quarter of what was in here, and look what it’s done to me!” as I hit a couple basic poses and do a twirl for you to see me both front and back.  Uncontrollably you tent your boxer briefs, which I quickly notice and tease you “Looks like you like what it’s done to me!  Now imagine what the rest of this will do to YOU!”

With a devilish grin, I start approaching the bed, syringe in my hand at the ready, as you start squirming and asking me not to do this.  “You might as well relax and enjoy the ride; you’re not getting out of this.  Why else do you think I took the precaution of cuffing you in place!”  My free hand wraps itself around your nearest arm and squeezes until a nice vein rises to the surface.  “Ah, there we are” as my other hand brings the syringe down against your skin.  I hesitate just a moment, just to check out your reaction.  You’re asking me not to, pleading with me really, but I just smile at you as I give the needle the last little push it needs to enter your vein.  You wince at the sensation and I quickly push down the plunger, emptying three times the formula into you as what I took.

I stand back and start watching for signs that something is happening.  Your eyes also seem to be scanning over your body, on the lookout for something, anything.  After a few moments I start seeing beads of sweat form, and then you suddenly arch your back and cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, as I notice that the tent in your boxer briefs appears to be the largest and hardest I’ve ever seen it.

A couple more spasms rock your body before we both notice veins rising to the surface, all over your body, thickening as they become visible, able to engorge your muscles with large amounts of the growth serum now coursing throughout your body.  And then, your muscles start inflating.  A quad muscle bulges outward, then an abdominal, then a deltoid.  There doesn’t seem to be any pattern to where the growth will hit next.  From my perspective it’s like watching popcorn cook.  You know some kernel is going to blow up next, you just don’t know which one!  Your veins are noticeably pulsing as your muscles expand, demanding more and more of the serum, your veins trying to comply.  Pop, pop, pop, bam, bam, bam, your six pack abs become an eight, your calves explode as both heads of the muscle become clearly defined, pecs swell, shoulders bulge and harden, ever-enlarging biceps and triceps soon grow your arm to the size of an average guy’s leg!  But the serum is also working on more than just your muscles.  I look on with lust as the size of your tent continues to get bigger and bigger as well.  Your boxer briefs, which were tight enough to clearly show your package before anyway, are now looking dangerously tight, scandalously tight, and finally they can take the strain no more.  RRRIIIPPP as your much larger and hard as steel manhood, make that Supermanhood, bursts out into the open.

The site of your throbbing and noticeably longer and thicker cock, coupled with the lingering effects of the growth serum I took, raises horniness in me that I can’t control any longer.  I approach the bed, unzipping the crotch of my shorts as I do, grab your cock and squeeze it a few times, very pleased with how it feels.  I climb on the bed, straddle you, and start lowering myself down on top of you.

“Oh my god!” I soon blurt out, “I’ve never felt so full, I didn’t know pleasure could be so intense!  Yes!  Oh YES!!”, as I ride you harder and harder.  My actions soon cause an overwhelming sense of horniness within you, which seems to trigger another spurt of growth.  Even with me pumping away on your cock like crazy, I can’t help but notice things soon feel different.  I feel like you’re expanding inside me, I feel myself getting more and more filled.  It even feels like my position on the bed is shifting.  I swear I’m moving down towards the end of the bed, and it feels like your pelvis is widening.  Faced with these strange sensations, I calm down enough to open my eyes and look down at you.  I see abs and pecs and biceps squirming and writhing, it almost appears as though they’re bubbling, but with each bubble they are a bit larger than the one that preceded it.  Somehow your head is looking farther away, and the look of sheer pain is etched on your face.  I notice your cheekbone appears to be resetting itself, becoming a squarer, more masculine version of itself.  That’s when I realize, it’s not just the muscles and your cock that are growing, your whole body is transforming, right down to the bones.  Your skeleton rebuilds itself to accept even more muscle mass.  Shoulders widen, arms, legs, and spine lengthen, and your midsection thickens. 

Literally seeing someone transform before my eyes is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I’m soon riding your cock again like a girl possessed!  Harder and harder, faster and faster, until finally, BLAM!  The volume and the force of your cum load is far beyond anything I ever imagined!  If it weren’t for the fact I feel like I’m stuck on your much-enlarged cock, a cock that enlarged even more while it was inside me, I swear I would have been thrown off the bed by the force of your shooting!

With your cumming and the emptying of your balls, your growth seems to slowly subside.  Your muscles and veins gently settle down, and I look over the man who now lies beneath me.  No longer the lean muscle fitness type I had been dating, a definite bodybuilder now is in his place! 

My own hormones slowly settle down, and I begin to catch my breath.  My heart rate returns to normal, and I want to say something like “That was AMAZING!”, but somehow I’m just not feeling right.  This weird feeling is overtaking my body, like nothing I’d ever felt before.  Slowly the way my legs are bent under my ass feels a bit different, my clothes start feeling even tighter than they already were, and I feel a cramp in my hands.  I hold my hands out in front of me, and I swear I can see my fingers slightly lengthening and thickening.  I move one hand closer to my face for a closer examination, and then I both feel and hear a POP and it sounds like something bouncing around the room, then there is another, and another.  I look down in time to see my already generous boobs swelling out another size.  With how tight my jacket was already, it couldn’t contain even just one more size increase, and I instinctively bring my hands to the front of my breasts.  Oh my god, they feel so GOOD!  It feels like they are continuing to swell even as I hold them.  That feeling is confirmed as soon my red lace bra snaps, and now unencumbered by any clothing restraint, they freely swell out into the open.

I temporarily get lost in feeling the sensitively of my breasts that are now a full five cup sizes larger than they were this morning, and the look on your face shows that you enjoy what you see too!  My pleasure is short lived though, as soon I’m racked with pain.  I almost double over, begin panting for breath, as I feel my remaining clothes getting ever tighter and tighter.  Between breaths I manage “oh no, your cum…ugh…absorbed the serum…argh…didn’t expect…ugh…this”.   Soon I look over to see my shoulders mounding up under my coat, ripping sounds are heard as I see the sleeves pulling away from the rest of the coat, my swelling deltoids exposing themselves.  Soon I feel a tear forming down my back, quickly lengthening and widening, my biceps and triceps swell, it soon looking like someone has implanted a softball inside my arm, as my sleeves rip clean through and fall away.  My shorts are agonizingly tight, but not for long, as the crotch splits, my swelling ass rips the back apart, and my thickening thighs split the sides.  With a grunt and a groan my hands find what remains of my clothes and rips them away.  Those same hands begin exploring my cobblestone abs, my teardrop thighs, and bowling pin forearms, as I suddenly let out a ROAR and my whole body is shaken with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

I slowly recover from the mind blowing orgasm only to feel your cock stirring back into life.  I feel it harden up again, I feel it swell, I see the veins and muscles begin pulsing all over your body again.  “Oh shit!” I exclaim, “The growth serum is now in my vaginal juices, and your skin is absorbing them!”  You start breathing heavy, and mutter an “oh not again!”, as you begin moaning and groaning in both torture and delight as your body tears itself apart, but instantly rebuilds into an ever better specimen of manhood.  Soon your strength has caught up with the sheer size of your muscles, and you break the chain of the handcuffs with a powerful flex of your arms.  As everything about you thickens and swells, I see the metal cuffs around your wrists begin to bend and distort, until they can take no more, and your enlarged wrists finally win against the steel.  I hear the bed beginning to creak under our combined weight, but disaster is averted by your cumming much sooner than the first time around.  But I’m still impaled on your oversized cock, and sure enough, I soon feel a second wave of growth hit me as I involuntarily begin moaning in orgasmic pleasure.

Within moments I feel my body swell up another couple sizes in every possible measurement.  But my newly increased weight finally proves too much for my bed and it collapses with a loud CRASH!  The impact and my enlarged size breaks us free from each other, and from the cycle of the growth.  We both lay where we landed for a few minutes, slowly coming to terms with our new bodies.  Slowly we stand up, the floor creaking as we tentatively take our first muscular steps, and HOLY SHIT! 

You easily now stand seven feet tall and I would have to say weigh at least 350 lbs of contest quality lean bodybuilder muscle.  I feel your thick and heavy pecs, then run my hand over your abs so hard and defined that I think I could drive over them without doing any harm.  You interrupt me checking out your body as you push me in front of the mirror saying “you’ve developed pretty good yourself!”  And you know what, I can’t argue with that!  I have to be something like 6’5”, probably packing 300 lbs of muscle that still somehow manages to look feminine, though I’m sure my size HH breasts help with that overall appearance!  I can’t help but look, and notice that even going soft, your cock is still larger than a hard cock on any average man.  I also see it dripping a puddle on my bedroom floor!  You look down and notice it too.  I smile and say “I’ll get a towel”.  You reply “There are other ways we could deal with it” with a devious wink, to which I laugh and say “I’ll still get a towel.  I’m not sure my house could stand there being more of us than there already is!”

[GLKnight]

Starting a new story. Figured this would be nice experiment to see what I could do in this niche.

A Chance Encounter
by GLKnight
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Daniel didn't like to be too hot, even in the dead of winter. The middle of summer, and he had to deal with not only a 108 degree heat wave, but his wife, Sera, had been ordered into bed rest for the past week. It upset him that whatever malady she had come to fall under forced made her chronically tired, as well as rather sensitive to certain stimuli. But for her, he would put up with anything. And today, that included braving the blistering heat, and swimming through the quagmire that was the current humidity level to go shopping. But he was thankful in the solace of rolled up windows and a rather strong air conditioner system, which helped with the stuff like Sera's gallon of Cherry Hazelnut ice cream and large pack of bottled water he always got for emergencies. Which came in handy when, a couple miles from his home, he saw a rundown red sedan on the side of the road, steam pouring out of it as a flustered young woman in jeans and a t-shirt nervously waited on the driver side.

Quickly pulling over, Daniel kept his car going as he quickly made his way to the driver in need.

"Everything alright? You need help?", he asked her.

She pulled her long, blonde hair to the side, and eyed her Samaritan. He was tall, over six foot, with dirty blonde hair and good, almost handsome features. It was obvious he took care of himself, and the look of his clothes and his stylish car said "money, but not wanting to flaunt it", in an inexpensive shirt and nice dress pants, paired with high end sneakers.

"Well, you got lucky today, Tessa..." she thought to herself.

She made her way to the front and stood beside Daniel.

"I think the radiator or water pump's shot," she started, exasperation heavy in her voice. "And before the car stopped, it made a sound like something was grinding against something else. Then it started jerking around, before just dying on me. Now the damn thing won't even turn over-"

Daniel didn't respond, quickly heading back to his car, and quickly pulling out the bottled water pack he just bought, and rushing back, setting it on the grill, propped up against his knee.

"Got a knife?", he asked. Tessa just stared at him, not sure if she should respond.

"No knife, huh? Okay. Key it is, then. May I use yours? Mine are in the car..."

Tessa quickly walked to the driver's seat, and quickly pulled them out of the ignition, and hurried back.

"Thanks for the assistance... er..."

Daniel chuckled and held out his hand.

"Daniel. You are?"

She quickly grabbed his with her empty hand and started shaking it.

"Contessa. Most people call me Tessa, though."

He smiled at her, shaking her hand, and started laughing again.

"Pleasantries are all well and good, Tessa, but I need to open the case."

She quickly pulled her hand away, with a look of embarrassment overtaking her completely, a bright red tone overtaking her ears and cheeks.

"OH! Uh, sorry! Here," she stammered, quickly placing the keys in his hand.

Daniel just shook his head, and ripped it open, handing her a bottle.

"Got a rag? Gonna need to pop the cap in order to refill-"

No sooner had he handed her a bottle than she tore it open and proceeded to guzzle it down like she hadn't water in days. He realized with how unprepared she was, that she probably didn't have a rag to spare. So, taking the initiative, he proceeded to open another bottle, then taking off his shirt and wrapping it around his hand. Tessa's eyes were glued on him, his body toned, but nicely contoured, with a rather ragged, distinguishing scar on his shoulder reaching to his chest. A burst of steam exploding across her view pulled her out of her reverie.

"Yeah, I think your car's messed up big time. Not only is your coolant system tanked, but your engine's got a big crack running down the front of it. Whatever happened just turned this into a giant paperweight."

Daniel could see that Tessa was devastated. He felt like he had to do the noble thing.

"You have Triple A, or anybody you can call for pickup?"

Tessa shook her head. Daniel looked at her car, then proceeded to put the water on the ground.

"Hold on..."

He ran back to the driver's side, and popped the trunk. Running to the back, he quickly reached in and pulled out some chains, connecting one end to his bumper and closed the trunk, making his way to the front of the sedan again.

"I'm gonna pull you to my place, alright? It's rather close, and you can relax there while you wait for a tow and someone to pick you up."

"I... I don't know what to say," she replied. "This is too much! I think it's best that I-"

He waved her off, laughing to himself, as he ran around to the driver's side of the sedan, making sure her car was in neutral for the tow.

"It's nothing! You needed help, and I was heading home anyway! Besides, it's human nature to want to help. Now come on, let's get out of this heat!"

With that, she warily walked to his car and looked in, eying the many bags of groceries he had organized in the back seat.

"You're gonna eat all that yourself?", Tessa jokingly asked.

"No. It's mostly for my wife," he replied in a lighthearted, but forward manner.

They climbed into the car, and Tessa shivered at the feeling of the cold air in the car. Then she proceeded to look out the window as Daniel pulled away.

"Good looking, has money, takes care of himself, generous, so OF COURSE he's already taken!", she thought to herself.

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Next part soon.

[GLKnight]

Tessa was a storm of emotions as Daniel towed her car. She had recently left her podunk town to get away from the drugs, the constantly simmering violence, and her town's absolutist view on sexuality and femininity. If she were completely straight, it'd be one thing. But escaping her town so that she could be herself, and love who she wanted was the only option she had. Even admitting to her parents that, at the age of 18, she liked both men and women had caused her family to not only disown her, but leave her with a couple bruises as she fled for her life. They called her many things: betrayer, sinner, slut, whore, succubus. All thrown at her by her former family and friends, who used to love her unconditionally until she let them know something she had only recently learned herself. And for her trust, they beat her, hurled the worst things, disowned her, and drove her away.

But then she ran into Daniel on the outskirts of town, and it was like there was someone there who actually only cared about if she was okay. And it tore her up inside that as soon as she found him, she felt an immediate attraction to him, only to find that he was already spoken for. She fought herself for so long that she didn't notice they had left the town limits, or that Daniel had slowed to a stop.

"Welcome to Casa del Williams!", Daniel cheerfully intoned,drawing her out of her stupor.

Tessa looked up and was stunned. The large iron gate stood proudly at the end of a long paved driveway, surrounded by walls she was sure no person could easily climb, giving the feeling of a fortress or castle. Through the fence she could see a large pond, and further beyond that some trees, all surrounded by a well manicured lawn. And the house at the end, white with blue trim and brick accentuation, stood larger than any other house Tessa had ever seen in person,  even from the distance she was at. The gates opened to her, as the car slowly rolled in. Once past the gate, Daniel pointed to the side of the property that was blocked from view, letting Tessa know there was more.

"On the left is the pond, general lawn and forest grove," he began. "On your right is the running track and general activities area."

Tessa shifted in her seat to look at where he was pointing, and was astounded: a large outdoor track, surrounded by little buildings for storage and general needs, also well cared for and maintained. Just seeing this amount of land, well maintained and zoned, both amazed and bothered Tessa.

"Daniel, just HOW rich are you?", she asked.

He smiled, amused that she finally asked him.

"Well, collectively, Tessa? About 2.3 billion. But in solid assets? About 934 Million, which I donate about half every year."

Tessa couldn't believe it. Then what he said earlier finally caught her attention.

"You said your name was Williams, right? As in The Williams Institute of Science and Health? The largest Humanitarian organization in the world?! THAT Williams?!"

Daniel nodded his head, seeing that she was finally catching on to him, as he slowed the car to a stop in front of the house.

"That's right. I succeeded my grandfather, Jebediah Williams, after he passed over the rest of my family due to internal squabbles, and provided the full inheritance, including lands, titles and businesses over to me. Now, help me take the groceries in, okay?"

He quickly climbed out of his car, with Tessa scurrying to catch up. He popped the driver-side passenger door, and proceeded to grab two of the many bags piled in the back, and make his way to the door. Tessa, hoping to not look useless, grabbed a bag, as well as the gallon of ice cream, and ran to catch up. It was when she approached the front door that she realized something was off.

"Daniel, if you don't mind me asking," she said. "Why is your door so... big?"

Daniel turned to answer her, but saw her eyes taking in everything about the doorframe. Easily much taller than he was, and just as broad, the oak doors seemed absolutely monstrous to her 5'2 height. The fact that the doorknob was at Daniel's chest meant that if she was going to open the door, she'd have to reach up to turn it. But given the size of the doorknob itself, she'd have trouble grabbing it, let alone turning it!

"Necessary... 'modifications', Tessa," he replied, turning back to the door. "You might see if you stick around for dinner. Do you want to stick around for dinner? We're going to have some steak, and other things. I have a professional chef on call here. If you'd like something else, I can order-"

"I- I'd love to stay for dinner. But it's... all too much, really. I'm not used to-"

Daniel knocked on the door loudly, interrupting her.

"It's nothing, really! My wife has been home so much lately, she'd probably like the company. Now, where the Hell are they...?"

The door swung open and out stepped a stern looking woman, the very model of prim and proper in a well mannered, executive manner. Her hair was done up in a bun, slight grey streaks caught in the waves of her Auburn hair. Her glasses rested high on her nose, finishing off the aristocratic vibe she exuded. A pencil skirt, paired with a simple blouse and black pumps, finished her ensemble.

"Mr. Williams, you're running late. And who is she?"

Daniel juked his head at Tessa.

"She's Tessa, Diana. And THAT," he said as he jerked his head at his car. "That would be her broken down vehicle. She'll be with us for the night."

"I don't want to intrude, really," Tessa said, taken off guard by Daniel's comment.

Diana sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose beneath her glasses, eyes shut in annoyance.

"Mr. Williams, you may run a Humanitarian institute, but you can't bring in strays like you do-"

"She's not a stray, Ms. LaFontaine! Now please tell the staff we've not only got groceries waiting in the car, but tell Marcus that we've got a red sedan that needs to be looked at in the garage! Let's go in, Tessa..."

Daniel brushed past Diana, prompting Tessa to shuffle as fast as she could past Ms. LaFontaine inside.

"You've got a GARAGE, too? You ARE-"

The view past the door took her breath away. Dark, warm colors, browns, red and sandy hues gave off a cooler atmosphere than what was outside. Pictures were everywhere from every possible time period, only outnumbered by the number of white orchids strategically placed wherever they could be placed. To one side ran a flight of stairs going down, leading to what was obviously the basement, as a flight of stairs ran up the other. The vaulted ceiling looked absolutely miles away from where Tessa stood, as a crystal chandelier hung above their heads, massive and polished. The floors were a light marble, which gave the room a resounding echo of their footsteps as the made their way through. Tessa's head swam at her good fortune, as only one thing came to mind as the front door closed.

"It's bigger on the inside..."

"It's not the TARDIS, Tessa. Now follow me to the kitchen! Allons-y!", Daniel said, hurrying down the hallway.

Tessa, once again, had to keep up, quickly jogging after him.

[Jeremy Lightning]

The door being so big and wide is an interesting development, I guess we'll be finding out why it is so big and wide in due time. Keep up the good work, I'm looking forward to more! k+!

[GLKnight]

Around one corner, down another hallway, a labyrinthine mass of halls and doorways that Tessa had to follow Daniel through. His steps were quick, light, leaving her in a dizzying haze. Then one more turn, and she saw that Daniel had stopped. She quickly joined him, and leaned over, placing the groceries down to catch her breath.

"Are... are we...," she muttered, huffing and puffing.

"Well, this isn't the kitchen. It's down the hall to the right."

Tessa lifted her head, and immediately saw a crystal chandelier above the two of them. As well as a large staircase... and white orchids... and Ms. LaFontaine.

"You took me in CIRCLES?! YOU JERK!"

Daniel could only laugh as Tessa lightly smacked him. Even Diana chuckled at her reaction.

"What? I can't have a little fun in my own home?", he joked. "Now, if you can breathe again, I promise to lead you straight to the kitchen, alright?"

"I wouldn't trust him," Diana interjected. "Mr. Williams can be rather deceptive, given the provocation."

Daniel quickly thrust a bag of groceries into Diana's arms.

"You know I mean well, Diana. You keep me honest, which is why I like having you as my assistant. Besides, when you get deceived, your reactions are hilarious! Now, if we may, let's go."

The brightness of the large kitchen's color scheme was blinding after the darkened hallways and muted colors, a mixture of light greens and whites. Sunlight poured in from the window besides the chef's table, itself part of the light green color that dominated the furniture and cupboards. It was pristine, polished to a shine Tessa did not know was possible, looking as if it was rarely, if at all, used. Daniel and Diana placed their bags on the prep station next to the stove, and began unloading. Tessa just stared as Daniel pulled one steak after another after another out of the bag, counting all the large and expensive cuts. Then he proceeded to pull a few more out of Diana's bag before getting to the vegetables beneath them.

"15, 16, 17 18. EIGHTEEN cuts of Porterhouse steak? Why do you need so many?"

Daniel looked at Diana sadly before answering Tessa, sighing rather deeply.

"...Sera loves Porterhouse steaks. Since contracting her ailment, her... metabolism has changed. She could barely finish one when we were dating, but her body burns through calories rather quickly, so she has to eat more now."

Tessa was confused at his reply. But she felt like she needed to know.

"Eighteen, though? What kind of problem would force someone to-"

Diana raised her hand for Tessa to stop, interrupting her train of thought.

"I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but now's not the time."

"I... I'm sorry if I upset you guys. I didn't mean-"

"It's alright," Daniel said. "We'll discuss it over dinner, where Sera can also be a part of this matter. Besides, here come the groceries..."

Maids and attendants quickly came in, each carrying a bag or two of the groceries, and Tessa noticed that the number of people who took care of the manor had to be as large as the manor itself. But she didn't realize how many groceries he had bought, realizing they had to be in the trunk as well.

Daniel quickly clapped his hands, and turned to Diana.

"Oh! Speaking of Sera, did her items come in today?"

Diana snapped her fingers, and two of the female attendants quickly ran out, and brought back some boxes.

"They did, Mr. Williams. Here are the shoes you ordered for her..."

Diana opened a box, and handed it to Daniel. His eyes went wide, as a smile crept across his face. He quickly put the box down, and pulled out a black high heeled shoe, large and heavy looking. Tessa's eyes went wide at it's sheer size, wondering just how big a person had to be to fit in a shoe that size.

"As you can see, it's one and a half size larger than what she was last wearing, making it a 15 1/2. It's reinforced for support, and designed for comfort, as well as look elegant."

"Excellent! Totally worth the price! And the dress? Did that come in as well?"

Diana just wordlessly handed the other box to Daniel, as he put the shoe back and took it from her.

"Oh, this is splendid," he uttered as he tore open the box. "It's exactly what she wanted! Make sure to send an advance to Deanna for her work!"

With that, he lifted the dress out of the box. A deep Emerald green, clean and meticulously made. And, like the shoes, the amount of fabric involved was mind boggling to Tessa.

"Have the attendants take these to her. With how she was feeling this morning, I'm sure they'll pick her spirits up."

Diana took off her glasses, and looked rather solemn.

"Speaking of Sera, sir.... She... She had another seizure."

Daniel became stone faced. Tessa just looked shocked.

"You know what that means, right?", he asked.

Diana just nodded her head.

"She's in an alternating active phase. But it led to a small problem."

Daniel became worried at her comment.

"Her favorite shirt ripped while she was seizing."

"Not her Garbage shirt! That was her first concert! She probably cried when she realized-"

Diana raised her hand to him.

"Another shirt's ordered. This time, a bit... bigger."

Daniel just shook his head, and turned to Tessa.

"Okay. Since everything's taken care of in here, how about I have you led to the Entertainment room, Tessa? You can relax and have some snacks there while I take care of some work and check on Sera. Marcus will most likely be coming inside in a little while, so we can also get an update on the situation with your car. Dinner will be served at 8, alright? Diana? Please escort Miss...?."

"Pettigrew. Contessa Pettigrew, but Tessa to my friends."

Daniel nodded his head, and smiled.

"Please escort Ms. Tessa Pettigrew to the Entertainemnt room, please."

Diana rolled her eyes and wiggled her finger, ordering Tessa to follow her as she walked out the room. Tessa could only do as she was told, choosing to remain calm. But she couldn't help but feel concerned for Daniel and Sera, and what they must be going through.

[GLKnight]

I know I'm building the story slowly, but that's how the story's revealing itself. In the meantime, on to the next installment!
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The clicking of Diana's heels steadily outpaced Tessa down the hall, forcing Tessa to hurry. More doorways, more halls, more darkened everything. Tessa's head began to hurt with just how expansive and secretive the house was.

Then came the sound of clanking metal, and a series of grunts from one door. She stopped in her tracks, curious at the sound of someone else in the home, and for all intents and purposes, pushing themselves to do something.

"COME ON! FIVE MORE! YOU CAN DO IT, GIRL!"

Then Tessa realized what might be one the other side of the door.

"LIFT THAT SHIT! ONE MORE!"

There was a gym on the first floor.

Tessa slowly opened the door to peak in, and was assaulted with a wave of heat and perspiration. Inside was one woman, breathing heavily as sweat seemed to just escape her, sitting on the end of the bench press. Her short, dark hair was soaked, as her well defined and tanned physique twitched and shuddered from exhaustion. The woman lazily reached around her, pawing at things in the search for something. Tessa opened the door more, and then her something rolling around her foot. She looked down, only to see a half full water bottle, tightly sealed. She realized this is what the woman was looking for, so she bent down and grabbed in, and walked in.

"Is this yours?'. Tessa asked, holding up the bottle.

The woman lifted her head, and Tessa's heart jumped a bit. The lady's face was closer to handsome than beautiful, but her features were striking, regardless. Her light blue eyes seemed to stare through Tessa, who felt that her eyes were judging her, weighing her, figuring out if she was worth something. She saw the lady's jaw move, teeth apparently grinding as she thought on her intruder.

"Yeah," the lady said with a light New Yorker accent. "That's mine. I thought I closed the door!"

Tessa just chuckled and nodded.

"It was closed, but I heard you from the hall, and got curious on who was in here."

The lady smiled at her, stood up, and walked over to Tessa, holding her hand out. Tessa had to look up slightly as the woman was obviously close to 5'10 in height.

"I'm Liliana."

Tessa quickly grabbed her hand and shook it.

"I'm Contessa, or Tessa for short."

"Water bottle?", Liliana asked, letting go of Tessa's hand but keeping it up.

Tessa just laughed as she looked slightly upset.

"Man, I gotta stop doing that! First to Mr. Williams, then you..."

Liliana started laughing, then took a large swig of her bottle.

"It's okay, дорогой! Daniel has a way of disarming people."

"Hold up a sec. 'What's a "door-oh-goy"?"

Liliana sat back on the bench, looking at her.

"Dorogoy means "darling" in Russian. I learned it from my parents. They made sure to teach me their native tongue after I was born in '88."

Tessa was looking around the room, noticing how well stocked and roomy it really was. Liliana took the pause to remove the plates and put them back beside the machine.

"Russian. That's cool! So, do you like their gym?"

Liliana looked around at the machines, and supplies and shrugged, finishing her task, and then wiping down the bench with the towel besides the machine.

"This one's okay. But the ones on the third and fourth floors are nicer, and the actual gym by the track is best. But it's really too hot to be outside right now."

Tessa couldn't believe what she heard. Multiple gyms?

"Wait, so there are more than one rooms to work out here?", Tessa asked in amazement.

Liliana took another swig of water, and stood up again, stretching.

"You met Mr. Williams, right? Well, I am the personal trainer for both him and his wife, Sera. Although, to be fair, Sera's something different, really."

Tessa stood up, and looked glum at the floor.

"I heard. Her sickness..."

Liliana proceeded to make her way to the door.

"Not a sickness, per se. More of a... disorder, really. Have you met her?"

"Not yet. I was being taken to the Entertainment room when I came across you."

Liliana pressed a button by a light switch, and suddenly the heat rapidly disappeared. She bent down to grab her bag, and Tessa couldn't help but stare at the pert bubble of flesh and muscle that demanded her attention. Every curve, every outline in her workout shorts hid nothing to the imagination, as Tessa noticed that not only had Liliana worked out without underwear, the faint growing dark spot in a certain part revealed that her health wasn't the only reason Liliana worked out. Tessa didn't know if she was being turned on, or the heat had finally been getting to her.

"Ah, the Entertainment room. That means you've met Ms. LaFontaine, then," she said, standing up. "Entertainment room is Daniel's phrase for "Don't let this person near my office, because something important must be discussed". As well as... meaning "take them to the room with the games and snacks and whatnot for amusement". Daniel can be... confusing, sometimes."

Tessa couldn't help but laugh as both ladies walked out the door, and directly into Diana.

"Ms. Pettigrew! You should have been directly behind me! You disobeyed me, and now I-"

Liliana quickly jumped in, attracting Diana's attention.

"Woah, woah, WOAH! Please calm down, Diana! She heard me working out, got curious, and we talked! It's alright!"

"It's NOT alright, Ms. Aslanov! She didn't-"

"Diana, stop! I take responsibility, okay? No harm, no foul! But in the interest of fairness, she should follow you now, alright?"

Diana just stared at Liliana, before huffing and wiggling her finger at Tessa again.

"Fine. But if this causes any problems, be sure that you and I will be handling it. You got that?"

Liliana just smiled and shook her head, as she pushed Tessa lightly to Diana.

"Yeah, yeah, it's a date! Promise! Pleasure meeting you, Tessa!"

Diana quickly started walking, forcing Tessa to start running after her. Tessa however quickly turned, and waved at Liliana enthusiastically, to which Liliana waved back. Then she turned back, and ran after Ms. LaFontaine.

Liliana sighed deeply to herself and shouldered her gym bag.

"Daniel's got himself another subject under his roof. Girl doesn't know what she's in for when she meets Sera..."

With that, she turned and made her way to the kitchen, hoping to talk to Daniel before he would get back to work about their newest guest.