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Things Get Bigger in the sequel for Pleasure by The Inch, in which Sila takes her relationship with Evan to the next level!

Pleasure by The Inch - Things Get Bigger

"Sila has more in mind for her life, and Evan's, than he could have ever predicted when they met. Growth is the only way forward - as bigger women, bigger muscles... and bigger everything else quickly become the order of the day."

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No good joke goes unpunished and Sila was no different from many women in wanting a bit of old fashioned revenge for my mirth at her brief mishap in the bathroom. Where she was different was in how she chose to do it... and what equipment she chose to do it with!

I was buried under most of a ton of hot, hard female muscle, Betty's broad powerful back pressing into my chest as her thick glutes smashed over and over again into the base of my inhumanly huge cock. Each pump into her felt great, my cock gripped and squeezed by an asshole tighter than I'd ever felt it before... because the gushing, spasming, orgasming pussy on the other side of a very stretched internal wall of flesh was stuffed with Sila's massive meat.

And Sila's equally massive balls were smashing down on mine with each punishing thrust she gave the older woman.

Betty was gone - her breath hot and wet through puffed-up pouting lips as she practically wailed, her body tensing and shaking as she was lovingly bullied by my wife from one climax into the next, Sila's strong fingers around Betty's neck reinforcing that impression.

"Yes, YESSS, YYEEE-NNNGHHHHH!" Betty howled, her final cry cut off as her eyes rolled back and she shook like a leaf, massive legs shooting out straight, toes curling until they clicked.

Sila smirked and looked down at me with a playful, dominating expression, her balls clapping into mine as she bared her teeth and slowly ground into Betty, bottoming out and letting her bloated cock meat lift the older woman off me briefly by sheer hydraulic force.

The feelings were incredible as I felt her shaft slide past mine deep inside Betty, felt Betty's incredibly powerful body squirming and flexing and mashed down into mine as her ass seemed to almost try and milk me...

... so it was no surprise when I came hard, my hips briefly powering all three of us off the living room floor. From the tiny slice of the world I could see through eyes screwed up in pleasure, I saw Sila's eyes go wide and then burn with pleasure and lust as she joined me.

Betty's belly inflated like a balloon, and she screamed in pleasure, babbling, begging for more cum as we filled her front and back. For me, the experience was particularly intense, feeling Betty grow heavier and heavier as her bloated belly added pound after pound of mass and I was pressed down harder and more firmly into the rug we were laid out on.

Sila was like a machine, her hips still driving into Betty as she unloaded, and I was just hilted, each bang of Sila's nuts into my own seeming to press out and more and more jizz into Betty as I climaxed again... then again, feeling my cock begin to ache.

After a few minutes that felt like a few hours, I finally came down from the land of electric pleasure and huffed and puffed my way to something approaching sanity again - dimly feeling Sila pull her cock free of Betty's utterly inundated cunt, a warm tide of pudding-thick ball-slop slowly trickling out to soak the join of my slowly softening cock and Betty's gripping ass.

There was a low, dark little chuckle as Sila stood and loomed over us both, shuddering once or twice herself in pleasurable orgasmic aftershocks.

"I guess I'll leave you two love-birds to it..." she said, amused, as she looked down at us both. Betty's grossly swollen belly must have weighed what I did by now, drum-tight and swaying above her like a shining orb as she hiccuped and huffed and shook through the aftermath of what might have been the most epic fucking a living human had ever received.

Trapped beneath the older woman I was privy to every sweaty, sexy, sensual second of this post-coital glow...

... which meant, as Sila turned and headed off to clean up, ducking under our light fittings, I was the first to see the changes.

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Poker Night
Once every year, a select few musclewomen are invited to a very exclusive game of poker. They face off in the mysterious mansion of Madame X, and the stakes are high! This is not a game of money. The women are gambling for the essence of strength and life itself!

Who will prevail? Who will be left weak and old? Who will win big and take strength and youth for themselves?

Find out at the end of ... Poker Night!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, age transformation and attribute theft. All characters are at least 18 years old.



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The limousine's tires crunched on the gravel in the foggy night. The driver shut off the headlights and looked out of the car, taking in the eerie scenery. As if rising out of the netherworld, a tall, gothic mansion surged out of the fog, the lamps lighting its large portal floating in a yellowish glare on both sides. The building sent a shiver down the chauffeur's back. He was a seasoned driver and bodyguard, not a man who panicked easily, but this place ... it made him uncomfortable. In a way, it felt as if he had driven the car out of this world into a strange parallel dimension in which the laws of nature had broken down, replaced by the uneasy rules of magic and fantasy.

Still, he had his job, and as far as he was concerned, most strange entities didn't bother with simple servants such as him. As long as he stayed silent and tried not to draw any attention to himself, he hoped he would be fine. To be perfectly sure, he sent a silent prayer to his God, hoping he would listen and maybe even watch over him.

Through the intercom, he said:

"We have arrived, Ma'am."

From behind, he heard her rough, powerful voice.

"Excellent, Henry."

He got out of the car quickly and walked over to her door, scanning the environment. In a way, he wondered why a woman such as Aleksandra would even need a bodyguard like him. She was built like a world class athlete, with massive shoulders and a neck he envied himself. Next to her, Henry looked a bit ... slim, and that wasn't something people commonly associated with him. Still, a job was a job, and if Aleksandra Petrovna Oryolska wanted to be driven to the spookiest place imaginable, on Walpurgis Night, of all things, then he complied. Of course he did.

And yet, if she had blown this off, he would have jumped back into his seat at the drop of his hat and driven her home as if the devil was on his heels.

Composing himself, he took the door handle, pulled it to him and added the customary bow of the perfect chauffeur.

The woman stepped out swiftly, her huge muscles moving with surprising elegance. Speaking of elegance, Henry had been a bit surprised by her outfit. To normal events, she would invariably be dressed with the usual Slavic conspicuousness, with bright lipstick hues, absurdly deep necklines, and heels no-one in her right mind would even hope to walk in.

Today, she wore a simple black tracksuit, which nonetheless did nothing to hide her fabulous muscles. She barely acknowledged Henry's present, ran her manicured fingers through her short, auburn hair, and walked towards the mansion's portal.

For a moment, Henry wanted to ask how long it would take, but then, he realized that it would take as long as it would, and that he was best to just sit in the car and wait until needed.

Very well. He closed the door, got into the driver's seat and took out his book. He was sure she would call him when needed.

 

As Aleksandra approached the building's entrance, the door swung open, revealing a large foyer with a marvelous open marble staircase, lit by mighty chandeliers. On both sides of the room, rows of servants were waiting calmly. The bodybuilder smiled as she saw their perfect, incredibly uniform faces and physiques. Both men and women, they were invariably elegant and athletic, with finely carved features and lacking any imperfections. In a way, they reminded her of automatons, or of what an artist would create if they had never seen a real human being, going simply from description. It was interesting. These beings should probably have been alluring, but their flawlessness instead made them appear uninteresting, even disconcerting.

For a moment, she wondered whether the hostess replaced them as soon as they showed a sign of aging. In all those years Aleksandra had attended this event, she had never seen one out of place. It was difficult, but she could swear that at least some of them were still the same as she had seen the first time she had joined in.

Well, she decided to leave that question to the philosophers. In the end, she was way too excited for what was to come to waste time meditating on the hostess' personnel politics. Still, there was a pang of nervousness as she walked past them to the end of the foyer, reaching a large and ancient door carved with strange symbols and scenes from some mysterious past.

Aleksandra had admired this door many times already, and every time, she found herself wondering whether it was actually the oldest part of the building. The place itself seemed locked into a kind Gilded Age, but the wood of the door appeared to be truly ancient. She was no archeologist, and frankly didn't care much about history, but over the years, curiosity had gotten the better of her, and she had wasted a few hours on research. She had found nothing concrete, of course, but the style of the door did remind her of an exhibition on ancient Uruk. Again, what did that even mean today? And yet, despite her renewed visits, she still couldn't shake the sensation that there was some very real and absolutely brutal threat hidden under all this decorum.

Speaking of threats: The musclewoman saw three competitors for the evening waiting by the door. Aleksandra let her gaze rest on them for a moment to figure them out.

Her eyes immediately went to the tallest of the trio. She was a tall, black woman, also wearing a tracksuit, though hers seemed less fashionable and more utilitarian. Her long hair was carefully braided and her face was hard and square. This woman suggested the focus and discipline of a professional athlete, and Aleksandra was quite certain she had already seen her in some kind of sports show. Not that the bodybuilder cared much about other areas ... This woman, though, did have some serious muscles under her suit. Maybe she was a bodybuilder too, even if she was a bit tall for the sport. One had to be at Aleksandra's level to compensate for not being a midget ...

The black woman's eyes met hers. For a moment, there was a tension in the air. Aleksandra held fast and turned to look at the others, breaking their gaze at the last moment.

Aleksandra wanted to focus on the next, but her train of thought was briskly interrupted by the squealing voice of a curvy pink mess of a girl. She was average in every way, except her styling, which was an absolute eyesore. The girl was wearing her long purple-pink hair in long pigtails with pink candy ball hair bands as well as a cat-ear headband. She was also dressed absurdly. A very short dress revealed a pair of legs that could only be described as ... too much. She had a huge ass, very thick thighs, and somewhat impressive calves, while her upper body looked almost normal. The dress, though, was just too bubblegummy and lacy. Also, it was very skimpy, looking rather cheap. Her legs were covered by white thigh-high stockings and she was wearing shiny black Mary Janes. Also, she had this strange posture with her toes pointing inwards.

It was all very odd.

The bodybuilder really wondered what this ... creature would bring to their game.

Also, she was producing another squeal and kept talking inside her phone with that strange voice those ... influencer people produced.

"Hello, everybody, this is Chloe Ann Medeiros, your CAM girl, and I am at this super exclusive special night in this amazing Wednesday Addams lookalike mansion! This is so nice! Look at all this ..."

She was cut short when one of the servants quietly pointed at a sign that said "No cell phones allowed".

"Oops! I ... I just found out I'll have to fill you in later, cos they don't allow phones here? I don't know why, but yeah, it probably fits the aesthetic? Dunno. Anway, see you soon, I love you and don't forget to like and subscribe!"

She turned the phone off, glaring at the servant, adding a poke of her tongue in his direction.

 

Aleksandra breathed out quietly. The sudden silence was soothing. She smiled to herself and quickly checked out the third participant.

Okay.

The bodybuilder was surprised. Clearly, after the pink horror, this was equally sad, though she was pretty sure that this one at least wouldn't be noisy ... She looked down at a short Asian woman in her forties or fifties, her hair in a greying bun and glasses on her nose. She looked old, and not really interesting. Also, she was wearing a dark brown turtleneck and a long grey skirt. This woman ignored the others and, to be honest, Aleksandra would probably have overlooked her too.

She seemed like a lost librarian that had wandered in this place and was now trying to get her bearings to return to her books. For a moment, Aleksandra wanted to ask her what she was doing here, but just then, her train of thought was derailed by the most annoying person yet.

"Sasha, darling! You're here? I thought you would pussy out and stay away this time! Still got something to lose?"

Aleksandra turned around to face Katie Palmer, AKA Lil Miss Palmer, muscle dominatrix to the stars and the closest thing to a rival Aleksandra could accept.

Of course, Katie would do everything to cause a ruckus. That was just her way ... The other women stared at her, shocked by her appearance, while Aleksandra just feigned a bored yawn, hiding her mouth behind her hand.

In her golden eight-inch platform heels, Katie was boosted up to 6'7", towering over everybody, even the tall black one. Her long platinum hair was cascading down her broad, muscular back, flowing over her huge black jacket assembled from large feathers. That was the only thing Aleksandra considered even vaguely fashionable.

Under it, the problems began: Her heavyweight body was encased in a very short red latex dress that barely covered her crotch. The reason why the dress kept wanting to slip upwards was that she sported the most mind-boggingly large tits anyone here had ever seen. Each tit was perfectly round, supported by twin blocks of pectoral muscle, and looking completely absurd. Aleksandra noted that they were even larger than before, her cup size, if something like that even applied, now well in the later half of the alphabet.

The Russian smirked as she realized that Katie had probably pumped her tits up even more, just to deal with her increasing wrinkliness. It was really astonishing how clumsy that woman tried to ward off aging. While Aleksandra lived a life of discipline and careful beauty treatments, Katie was more of a bulldozer, trying to push her old age away with brute strength. By now, her face was mask-like and hard to parse. Her lips were swollen, fillers had evened out every wrinkle that had escaped the botox injections, and her makeup and contouring was doing some heavy lifting to conceal both her roid abuse and her age. And yet, a smirking Aleksandra sent a piercing look at the woman's beginning turkey neck. Should have paid the extra money to get her neck lifted while she was at it ...

Instead, Katie had made the dubious fashion choice of wearing a broad leather choker with gold letters on it, each one studded with rhinestones and spelling "QUEEN". Yeah. Aleksandra had her thoughts about people who had to loudly proclaim their status ...

Aleksandra gave her rival a regretful smile:

"Well, maybe I'm a sore loser ..."

"Oh, don't let your fiasco from last time keep you down, I say. It's always nice to see you showing up with new ... gifts."

Katie closed in on her, her cheap, inelegant perfume invading Aleksandra's nostrils. The woman towered above her and reached for Aleksandra's muscular arm. She squeezed it a little, her square-tipped red nails that matched her squeaking dress digging into the other bodybuilder's bronzed skin.

"My oh my ... Look at you. All of this, in so little time? You really crave a repeat performance ..."

The huge woman licked her plumped lips, her tongue flashing out in a glint of jewelry. Her expression went to hunger ... no ... craving. For a brief moment, the other women had a feeling of worry run down their spines. Aleksandra was unimpressed.

She tensed her biceps, forcing Katie's fingers apart, and replied:

"Well, I've been using these things called weights. Really nice. Perhaps you should give them a try sometime. I heard they'll do wonders even to cheap ... women like you."

The two women stared at each other, the tension mounted. Katie came closer to her, shoving her enormous tits against her rival, but Aleksandra stood firm.

The situation was diffused when the tall black woman cleared her throat. Katie stopped, patted the other woman's flexed biceps and said:

"Anyway, nice of you to be back here. You have so much ... to give. Too bad you seem to have forgotten to moisturize your skin, with all that weightlifting and whatnot ..."

Aleksandra was struggling to stop herself, but just then, the large door behind them opened.

 

A spot of blood red appeared in the darkness. The woman's lips shone in the lobby's light, and then, she emerged from the gate. The woman was tall ... amazingly so ... tall and strong, her muscles putting everybody else's to shame. It seemed as if she filled up the large double door all on her own. Her skin was perfectly white, like alabaster, and a wave of jet-black old Hollywood locks fell down her titanic shoulders. While her skin was absolutely flawless, it was also a canvas of the most intense definition any of the women had ever seen. Every vein was perfectly delineated under her skin, the ridges of her muscles shifting, giving her a somewhat terrifying aspect.

The woman was wearing a shockingly elegant black silk dress that shimmered in the light, the fabric flowing over her insane curves. The absurd masses of muscle had nothing brutish to them, instead, the woman's body was a perfect hourglass, her long, incredibly muscular legs completing her amazing proportions. The dress was slit up to her hips, giving the guests a good look of her powerful thighs. As she walked, she seemed to be completely unencumbered by the huge size of her muscles. There was a kind of elegance to her steps which a woman such as Katie would crave all her life and fail to achieve. It suggested a calm, perfect dominance. Absolute control of herself and her environment.

The woman's heel-less seven-inch high shoes clacked on the ancient parquet.

Her rich, deep contralto voice rang out in her strange Mid-Atlantic accent:

"Welcome dears! It's a pleasure to meet you all, newcomers ..." She looked at the trio. "... and regulars! I am Madame X, a simple way to conserve my anonymity ... and I do enjoy the mystique such a name entails ..." Her eyes fell on Aleksandra and Katie, who brusquely felt like clumsy amateurs next to this muscle goddess. The three newcomers were completely stunned. Clearly, nothing had prepared them to the true power and size of their hostess. Sure, they had been interviewed by her individually to figure out whether they matched her expectations, but then, the woman had kept to the shadows, with only her lips and a glint of her eyes visible.

Seeing her like this ... They all realized just how out of their depths they were now. And that all the strange rumors and promises they had heard were true.

Aleksandra managed to tear her eyes from their hostess and caught the other women's expressions. It was clear that Katie had tried to close in on the giantess' height with her absurd heels, and yet, she still looked smaller than their hostess. It was very clear that she craved the woman's body for herself, but Aleksandra knew that this time, she would be the one to triumph!

The other three women were just struggling to comprehend this. The tall black woman was clearly unsure of how to deal with the situation. She was obviously in the presence of something that couldn't be explained rationally, and for a moment, Aleksandra was sure that she had just mouthed a prayer. Well, that was fair enough. She would need any help she could get in the upcoming gauntlet.

The ridiculous little girl with the big legs was salivating, though. She was probably trying to figure out how to steal and adapt Madame X' style for herself or how to film a reaction video to this. Or some other vapid pursuit. Aleksandra could see the CAM girl's obsession grow as the huge woman spoke.

Finally, the older Asian woman just stood and stared, admiring their hostess' incredible physique, her eyes scanning her amazing definition and her perfect poise. Clearly, this old woman had an eye for muscle, and the professional awareness to appraise it.

Madame X gave them a few moments to enjoy the view, a certain pride still visible in her expression, then she smiled with surprising warmth, her steel grey eyes shining.

"Please come in now, dears. There are tasks ahead, and time is very much of the essence ..."

She held out a large yet elegant hand and ushered them inside through the ancient gateway.

 

They crossed a shadowy gallery, their footfalls dampened by thick carpets, and while the others had kept their eyes on Madame X, Aleksandra had tried to catch a glimpse of the portraits that decorated the walls. She could barely see them in the twilight of the indirect light, but what she saw suggested that some of the depictions were older than oil paint ... older than paper ... and, to be honest ... older than human art itself.

She banished the thought. She had been here before, and yet, some parts of this place ... they seemed as if born out of a dream, fading from her memory once the morning light came. She wondered how many time she had already tried to grasp just what she witnessed here ...

Now they emerged into the room that had become somewhat familiar to Aleksandra. A large living room, it's walls disappearing in the darkness, except for large windows in the wall opposite the entrance. The stained glass at their top showed strange shapes and figures set in various shades of black and grey.

A horseshoe of couches had been assembled, facing a tall armchair, fit for the enormous size of their hostess. In the middle, there was a low table, whose surface was inlaid with precious materials, the coiled shapes appearing to move under it as if alive.

A gesture from Madame X made it clear to the women that they should sit. Chloe Ann threw herself on the couch casually, but just as she wanted to put her feet on the crimson leather, one look from the hostess made her reconsider, and she sat straight and somewhat humbled.

The tall woman sat down on her armchair, and unseen servants handed each of the guests a glass of wine.

"Dears, I am glad to have you as my guests tonight, and I expect this to be a wonderful and enjoyable night." She raised her glass, which had appeared out of nowhere. "To luck. To the thrill of the game. To the winner!"

The women raised their glasses in turn.

"To the winner!"

They drank. Katie and Aleksandra exchanged glances. Each one knew who their hostess meant.

"Just so we can all enjoy the evening without misunderstandings, I will quickly recapitulate the rules of the game. You were told already, but ... I think at least one of you ..." She eyed Chloe Ann. "... was a bit distracted by her device at that point ..."

The young girl wanted to protest, but then she shrugged and replied with an amused "I guess ..."

"Over the years, I have settled on games of poker. There were other games before, but I found that this perfectly combines the simplicity of the rules with the intensity of the wager. Since mankind has found so many different ways of plain it, though, I'll have to clarify. You will be dealt five cards after placing your ante. I require each one to place one copper chip in the pot. Once everybody has received their cards, you may look at them and there is a first round of betting. Should more than one of you remain in the game, you are at liberty to draw. Discard up to five cards, and receive replacements. Another round of betting, and then, once everybody has had the opportunity to either raise, call or fold, the player with the best hand wins the pot."

There were nods all around. Simple enough.

"Obviously, the hands are ranked as usual, from royal flush as the strongest hand to a mere high card as the weakest. A matter of statistics. Speaking of statistics, you will receive your chips as follows: forty copper chips for each. One chip is a pound of muscle. You will only wager them in multiples of five ..."

With a circular gesture, Madame X summoned a copper coin that looked strangely ancient without seeming worn. She let the chip dance over her elegant white fingers, and it seemed to the spectators that little sparks of blue lightning sprang from the metal as it made its way before disappearing back into her palm.

"Then, you will have five silver chips. Each one is one inch of height. You may exchange them for five copper chips if needed ..."

A brief flash, and a larger, heavier silver coin appeared on her other hand, spinning between her thumb and index before disappearing as suddenly as it had appeared.

"And finally, as the greatest prize, five gold chips, each one representing one year of your life. Of course, one of these could be given for ten copper chips."

A spinning golden coin appeared on the tip of her index, heavy and large, before vanishing into thin air.

Katie stared hungrily at the coin as it disappeared.

Aleksandra watched the other women intently. It was obvious that they were now understanding just how intense this game would get. They probably now understood why Madame X demanded that her players had to be heavyweight bodybuilders. Losing forty pounds of muscle was something few people could afford, and a weight of at least 140 pounds was necessary to even survive such an ordeal. Especially once one lost the silver chips too. Those could hurt terribly, she remembered.

Losing disastrously at this game could leave one crippled ... or even on the brink of death.

Madame X had given them all a moment to let her words sink in, then she said:

"Copper chips are our game's lifeblood. They work surprisingly quick and easy. They shift a pound of muscle mass from one player to the other. Sometimes, the changes won't be as noticeable at first, but trust me, they will be there. Silver chips, though, are more unpredictable. Yes, you will gain or lose an inch of height, but you can expect some five pounds of mass to come or go with them. Bone, fat, muscle ... Everything that makes you human! Should you, for any reason, reach seven feet, the extra height will give you more girth. It's very uncommon, but quite impressive to see!"

The woman licked her lips. Did she speak from experience?

"And gold chips?" She looked intently at Katie and Aleksandra. "Our more experienced participants crave these the most, so, dears, keep them close ... The effects tend to be a bit more unpredictable. Magic is not an exact science. Winning one will keep aging at bay for a year, more will make you younger. As some of you will know, though ..." She looked at the small Asian woman. "... with old age comes a loss of height and muscle mass. So obviously, gaining years ... might well have other effects, just as losing them. As a matter of convenience, you cannot get younger than twenty using this magic, but ... you can stay there for a long time. You will see ..."

The tension in the room was now palpable. The women all imagined themselves as the winners ...

"Finally, to bring this to an end, you are disqualified if you fail to produce a copper chip as an ante, that much is clear. The house offers no credit. If you wish to quit, you can do so at the end of the showdown before the next hand is dealt. You will pay a fee, a gold chip or equivalent, and you will be free to go. You may be selected again in a latter year, but ... your grace and behavior will be considered. Finally, should you break your oath ... you will be banned, and there will be a suitable punishment. Magic is not to be trifled with."

The woman took another sip of her wine, then she looked around. Her guests were eager with anticipation.

"You will now be accompanied to your rooms. In an hour, we will meet again, for our game."

The strange stewards appeared by the invitees and, with a courteous bow, guided them all out of the room. Madame X stayed, her face suggesting a certain amusement.

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I have a nice one for the lovers of young women turning into ultra-hunks!


Honesty
Jood and Bashir's marriage just doesn't seem to work. It is as if Bashir is constantly looking for something completely different in their relationship and, to be honest, Jood doesn't really feel well in her skin either.

When push comes to shove, Jood decides to figure out her husband by contacting him online under an assumed identity. A male identity.

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth, hairiness, futa and gender blending. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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The older woman smiled and handed out the cups of tea to her daughter and her daughter-in-law. The two young women accepted it eagerly and Jood immediately reached for the sugar pincer, dropping two cubes into her cup. She smiled at her in-laws. Seriously, she was blessed with those two. The marriage to Bashir was a bit of a dud, but these two women made up for his lack of energy.

Her mother-in-law, Hijrah, took some honey for her tea and let it flow gently into her cup, while Nadia just blew on her cup, disturbing the little wisp of steam. They looked at each other, then drank. A servant came in and brought the sweets, apologizing for taking so long.

Hijrah did a dismissive gesture:

"When my son's wife is here, I am in a good mood. Just go. It's alright!"

The servant bowed and disappeared. As the women drank and enjoyed the sticky sweets, Jood said:

"I probably should have talked less to the matchmaker. I think I gave her the impression that I wanted to marry you!" She chuckled.

Jood blushed. The older woman was charming and funny, while her son was a bit of a bore. At least, he was a very private person, shielding his thoughts and feelings from her intensely.

Nadia rolled her eyes:

"She should at least have spent a little more time with Bashir. Seriously, picking a tomboy like you as a wife for my brother ... I don't know what she was thinking. He's such a calm guy, and you ... you're full of energy."

Jood made an excusing gesture:

"Hey, I've been trying to settle down! I really try. I don't climb on things anymore, I don't get into fights, I drive slower ..."

Hijrah grinned:

"I don't. I just love it when I feel the acceleration!"

Nadia groaned:

"Mom! Bashir is going to get fined again!"

The older woman made a dismissive gesture:

"And he'll pay. His computer stuff is paying well. Besides, can't an old widow just have some fun? Right, Jood? Just because my Umar is dead doesn't mean my life is over, right?"

Jood just shrugged. She perfectly understood the sentiment. Nadia refilled everybody's cups.

"Still, it's probably for the best if someone with high energy like you is married to a boring dude like my brother. Imagine you both being super-energetic."

Her mother took another sip:

"Your father was just as intense as me."

"And you spent all your time fighting."

The older woman gave her an acknowledging shrug.

"But it was fun." She took another sip. "By the way, what about that Ibrahim guy?"

"Oh no. Please, Mom. I ... not this again."

"But you're ..."

"Getting old? Mom, I am not 'getting old'. I am 27. People in Europe get married much later!"

"So? We don't do what they do. Their whole 'look how gay I am!', 'I'm changing my gender!', 'I don't care about traditions!' stuff. You should take one of the suitors. It's time. While you're still beautiful!"

"Mom, I ... How many times must I tell you ..."

Jood looked at her sister-in-law. She was tall and thin, with a rather hawkish nose and rather dark skin. While she had a sharp wit and was well-educated, she was no beauty by local standards. She took by her father, and that was a bit of a problem, while Bashir was more similar to his mother: Round, plump, and pleasing to look at. Well, Bashir's handsomeness suffered a bit from him being a bit short and always looking somewhat nervous, but there was something hidden down below him that could make him quite the looker.

Hijrah wouldn't have any of it:

"I need some grandchildren, and I need them soon. It was difficult enough to have you two, and since Bashir appears to hesitate ..." She gave an apologizing look to Jood, but the other woman made a vaguely excusing gesture. "... someone will have to do it."

Suddenly, the whole vibes of the situation changed. Nadia sighed audibly. Then she took another sweet.

"Mother ..."

"Don't 'Mother' me. It is not my fault that ..."

Jood could see Nadia visibly bristle. She raised her hands in apology.

"Can we just ..."

It was already too late. Nadia got up.

"I'm sorry, I just forgot ..."

And she walked away. Jood felt bad. Maybe it really was her fault? If she managed to finally get pregnant, things would be so much easier for everybody! The problem was that, for whatever reason, Bashir seemed uninterested. Sure, he was friendly and mostly caring, but he never appeared to be into actually pursuing their marriage.

She sighed. It was her fault. Whatever the problem was, she should be able to see it.

Pointing at the door, she said:

"I'll just talk to her ..."

Hijrah sighed:

"Yes, do that." Then she took another sweet, looking away.

 

That night, Bashir was fast asleep, breathing deeply and looking completely relaxed. Jood was still awake. At least, they shared the same bed. At first, Bashir had suggested having separate rooms, something about it being more appropriate, but she had insisted. She thought that maybe he would get used to the intimacy.

It hadn't worked, though she had tried to tease him as much as possible. Lingerie, dirty talk, acting all submissive and eager ... Nothing.

Maybe he thought she was ugly?

But no. He had never felt her feel that way. No signs of disgust, no looking after other women. He just seemed politely disinterested. Not that she would have minded, but sadly, her whole life was supposed to revolve around her being a wife and mother, and this was not working at all.

She rolled around, trying to find a comfortable spot and finally fall asleep. All that hanging around all day, not doing much, wasn't tiring her out anymore. When she had been a teenager, things had been way funnier. Sure, her parents weren't happy that she wasn't behaving properly, but they weren't doing much to stop her either ...

Maybe she should start this again ...

To herself, she whispered:

"You can't do that, girl. It's impossible ..."

That's when she suddenly heard Bashir mumble in his sleep.

"... The arms ... yes ... so big ... yeah ... strong ... mmmmh ... yessss ... I love them ... you're so buff ..."

In the darkness, she wondered what that was about. She sat up carefully, trying to understand. As her eyes got accustomed to the lack of light, she could see that Bashir had quite the hard-on. No, strike that, she had never seen him this erect!

Jood wondered what he was dreaming about. He mumbled some more, than he said:

"Yesss ... Take me ... please ... Yessss ... I want those big ..."

As he said those strange things, she found that she was fully awake. The sleepiness had completely disappeared. She understood that this was the moment she could maybe finally understand what he actually wanted.

She wanted to maybe ask him in his dream state, but she hesitated. What if he woke up and found out that she was trying to do this? He would be furious!

And yet, she wanted to know! She kept watching him, the weird noises he was making only confusing her more and more.

"So big ... so ... strong ... Mmmh ..."

Okay, now she had enough. Maybe ...

She slipped out of the bed, the cool of the floor making her shiver. Stepping over as quickly and as quietly as possible, she took his phone and held it up to his face. At first, it didn't register, but then she managed to unlock it.

Jood felt horrible! What was she doing, invading her husband's privacy? But then again, since he wouldn't say anything and open up, what other choice did she have?

She crept away again and hid the phone under her blanket so he wouldn't be woken by the display's glare. Now she quickly looked through his device. Maybe she could figure out what he was really into?

The first check was his collection of photographs, but that was completely barren. Okay ... She had plenty of snapshots on her phone, and having nothing was a bit suspicious, right?

She looked around in the rest of his phone. Next, she found some books about bodybuilding and fitness. Okay ... That was to be expected. Bashir was slim and weak, so he probably wanted to be stronger. Fair enough.

She next tried to see what apps he used. This wasn't quite as clear as expected. But she found a community he appeared to post to a lot.

Jood was confused. There was a lot of muscular people talking about bodybuilding. Okay? So ... Bashir was really into this? Hm. Maybe he really liked that? It was a bit unclear. Apparently, he fantasized about strong people ... Maybe bodybuilder women? Crazy! There was some talk about getting fucked with a strap-on ... Whoa!

She saw something crazy!

The young woman was shocked and produced a yelping sound. In panic, she shut off the phone and hid under the blanket. Had she woken him up? Bashir grumbled in his sleep and opened his eyes.

"What's going on?"

Desperately trying to keep a calm voice, Jood whispered:

"It's nothing ... I just had a strange dream ..."

"Oh. Good."

He rolled back over and seemed to fall asleep again. Her heart beating wildly, Jood waited for him to be quiet again. Then, slowly, she got back out of the bed and returned the phone, the strange image still seared into her mind.

As she tried to sleep too, she found that she couldn't. This bizarre sight wouldn't leave her thoughts.

 

The next morning, Jood registered on this community page. Maybe she could figure this out? She scrolled through the postings, and was surprised by the pictures and videos on it. So many muscular people! The men, the women ... The women looked very strange. To be honest, so did the men. They were all so ... swollen. When they moved, their heavy bodies had this strange swing to it, their steps were heavy, and it constantly seemed as if their muscles were colliding against each other.

The other things were the faces. They looked ... brutish. Like animals. It didn't matter whether they were men or women ... They all had those big chins, the square jaws, the strange foreheads ... And they were all hairy. The men and the women. Now, Jood had quite a bit of body hair. That was pretty normal for women around here. She had a bush and while she went to the beautician to have her legs shaved and her little moustache removed, it invariably came back. Those people ... They were hairy to an absurd level. Some of them looked like apes ...

Jood seriously wondered what the appeal of all of that insanity was. She knew that some men, husbands of friends of her liked the Western style of women: blond, with big fake tits and sausage lips. Others loved the fat, soft women that tradition preferred.

But this? This was completely insane.

As she read along in their discussions, Jood understood that this was a whole lifestyle. Those men and women seemed to do little else: They ate, they trained, and they had sex. Also, they used a ton of drugs. The people who were their fans were completely mesmerized by this. She even read bizarre stories the followers of these creatures came up with. Invariably, they would end with people becoming absurdly strong and masculine, and there would be so much fucking ...

Maybe that was it? Maybe this was a way she could connect with him. Not the muscles ... but maybe the fantasy? She was pretty sure which one of the user names concealed Bashir's identity. He seemed to talk a lot about getting fucked by a big guy ... To be honest, Jood prayed to the one that she was wrong. She sincerely hoped that this wasn't Bashir. But if it was ...

She would have to try.

 

A few days later, she received a package with a strap-on. She stared at the black rubber appendage and felt weird. Nervously, she slipped it on and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She was naked and feeling stupid. Jood had tied up her long curly hair into a big bun, and had eschewed her makeup for the day. Did she look masculine? Not really. But she looked bland. Maybe that was already enough?

She gave her rubber cock a bit of a stroke. It felt ... off. Then she gave it a little pat. A slap. Another rub. She chuckled. This was stupid. She shouldn't even think of this. Then she cocked her hips, and trust in the air.

"I have a big cock, Bashir, and I want to put it into your butt!"

She blushed. This was getting dumber by the minute ...

She sighed. But if it helped? Wouldn't that be nice?

Jood checked her phone. It wasn't long now. Bashir would be home any minute.

She quickly got dressed again and stuffed her rubber cock into her panties. It gave her a strange bulge. She chuckled nervously. Then she put on some training pants on top and a simple top. To show some goodwill, she also picked up those pink weights she had purchased at the same time and did a few reps, curling them.

Then she checked herself once more and waited for Bashir to arrive.

 

The door opened at last, and he stepped inside. He was looking at his phone as he stepped inside his slippers quietly. Jood watched him attentively as he ignored her. At last, she cleared her throat:

"Um, Bashir? Welcome home!"

He looked up distractedly.

"Yeah. Hello."

He stopped. He didn't say anything. Instead, he just tried to parse what he was seeing. It was just regular old Jood, but ... something was odd. Something was seriously different.

"Uh. Jood, did you change something?"

Her nervousness slowly draining away, she cocked her hips with a bit of provocation and tried to attract his attention to the plastic cock in her pants. Slowly, it dawned to Bashir that there was something strange in her crotch.

"What's going on ... down there?"

He pointed at her midsection.

"This? Oh ... this is just something I thought we could try. Something different, maybe to spice up our love-life, right?"

"But ... but that's a penis ..."

Her anxiety crept back a little. Sure, Jood hadn't expected him to instantly fall for this and declare his absolute willingness to do this, but she had hoped he'd at least react positively in some way. Instead, he looked completely confused. Maybe all those things she had seen on his phone were fakes? Had he been hacked? Could this be a joke someone had played on him?

No. None of these thoughts made any sense. This was what he wanted, right?

Jood looked at him more carefully. His face showed confusion and disgust, but there was a flash of concealed horniness for a moment. Still, this was not going the way she had hoped it would. Something was wrong. Something she had missed.

She tried to play along for now.

"Yeah ... It is. But ... it's plastic, obviously."

"What makes you think I would be interested in something like this?"

"I don't know. Maybe ... women's intuition? Come on, maybe it's fun!"

"I don't think I should ..."

"We can just lie together and ... rub one out?"

She tried to pass the whole thing off as a joke, took his hand and pulled him after her into the bedroom. Jood produced an awkward chuckle. Reluctantly, Bashir followed her. She directed him on the bed and started to take off his clothes, revealing his soft, weak body. He was getting a bit chubby lately, and Jood wasn't sure she really liked that.

Also, she felt extremely weird to take decisions like that. Bashir, though, seemed to submit to her decisions.

That's when he spotted the pink weights on one of the cupboards. Suddenly, his cock did a little jump and went from tiny to somewhat erect. Actually, she had already noticed it was a bit more tense than normal. Was she doing this right?

With a chuckle, she asked:

"Anything caught your attention, Bashir?"

"What's with the weights?" The words came out a bit stumbling, as if he was trying to both hold them back and force them out at the same time.

"Oh, those? I bought them to maybe get in a better shape. You know how I used to be fit back when I was a kid? I miss it a little. So I did a bit of pumping ..."

She lifted her arm and gave it a flex. It didn't do anything, really, how could it, but Bashir's reaction betrayed his attempt at hiding his interest.

"Erm. And ... are you going to keep this up?"

"I barely started. I ... maybe?", she added as she noticed his sudden horniness.

"You have to be careful. I ... I wouldn't want you to become manly or anything ..."

She barely managed to stop her eyes from twitching at the hypocrisy.

"We'll see about that."

She pulled down her pants, giving him a good view of the strap-on in her underpants. He choked when he saw the rod, which was a bit larger than his. Jood couldn't help grinning.

"Wanna see it?"

He nodded reluctantly. She carefully took off the underpants and he stared at the rubber cock as it straightened up. With a chuckle, Jood gave it a rub. By now, Bashir was pretty hard too.

"Touch it."

It felt good to tell him what to do. Sure, it was strange too, but ... she liked it. Jood thought she could get used to this. He gripped the fake penis and for a moment, she wished it was real. What a bizarre thought?

Suddenly, Bashir recoiled, abandoning her dick and pulling away.

"This is dumb. Don't ... Don't do this again!"

He got up way faster than necessary, and left the bedroom. Jood was left surprised and a little horny. Something was strange here. There was some unspoken issue ... She would have to find out.

 

The next day, Jood got busy reading up on the art of surveillance. It was a strange thing to do, but she had to figure this out. There was something Bashir wasn't telling her, some elephant in the room he didn't dare to talk about, not even to his strange bedfellows on the internet. Jood decided that she would find out what it was, and then, she would have to decide how to deal with it.

Also, she kept hanging around in these communities. She was somewhat fascinated by the whole thing. There was one big part about bodybuilding and training and supplementation, but there was also a whole element about manliness. Seriously, she was impressed by what these guys were talking about. There were whole threads on DIY, on arts and crafts, and on dressing in a stylish, manly fashion. And there was plenty of stuff on how to pick up women and having sex the most intense way.

As she read these things and looked at the pictures and videos the guys shared, she slowly fell down that rabbit hole. After a few days, it felt normal. In the beginning, she had been grossed out by the bulging muscles and the thick veins, by the distended jaws of the female bodybuilders, the constant barrage of side-effect-ravaged backs and the weird voices, the whole sweat and grunting and the crazy aggression of it all. Soon enough, though, her mind blunted to it.

She noticed what was happening the first time she saw a bodybuilder in real life. She was at the mall, doing some shopping, when she suddenly twisted her neck as the guy lumbered by. In that moment, she was really happy she wore her veils, because no one could see her reaction. She would have been so embarrassed if someone had seen her get all slack-jawed!

Her mind had been well-trained, though, already. She instantly noticed the man's thick traps, his rounded shoulders with just a hint of splits, his pecs showing a bit of feathering, and his lats that made his upper body swing side-by-side as he walked by.

For a moment, Jood thought about running out of the shop and talking to him, just to ask him how he went about to become like this, but she caught herself. Then she wondered whether she should take a picture with him.

And then, she had the strangest thought.

The guy didn't look as big as she would have wanted.

She felt insane. That man was massive. He was built like an ox, and he was reasonably ripped. His arms were huge!

And yet, faced with the endless parade of online muscle-monsters, he felt ... small? Okay, not small, but still ... normal.

Then she thought of Bashir and realized that she was obviously going crazy. Shaking her head, she returned to her shopping, but as she did, her mind kept going back to this guy. She should have asked him to take a picture, at least.

 

A few days later, she had finished setting up the surveillance setup at her home. It certainly felt weird to do this, but she had to know. She had also installed a tracking software on Bashir's phone one night, and now, she could monitor their place at all times. She decided that should Bashir ask her what this was all about, she would say something about checking on the servants, but since he never noticed, she was fine with this.

Then, as the trap was set, it was time to lay low and let him walk into it. Jood chuckled at the thought. This was the "hunter mindset" that some of the guys in the community talked about. She did feel a certain thrill ...

To make sure he felt safe, she announced that she was going to visit his mother for a week or so. This way, she was certain he would do whatever he really wanted and show her his desires. As she was finishing up her packing, she heard him whine:

"The sink is clogged again! Tell that Anisa girl to get the repair man!"

"Bashir, she isn't here today. She'll only be here tomorrow for the cleaning."

"Then call her."

"I ... I ... What's the problem?"

"It's the sink. The water won't drain."

"Wait a moment."

She sighed. Then she took off her abaya and opened the cupboard under the sink. She got a bucket, and, in a manner of minutes, she had unscrewed the whole construction, cleaned it, and reassembled it. She checked that everything was nice and tight, then she let the water run. It drained perfectly, and she quickly washed her hands.

Bashir stood next to her, completely transfixed by what had just happened. She smiled at him:

"There. That wasn't too hard."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

Suddenly, Jood blushed.

"Uh ... on the ... I ... It was on the internet." She looked away. "Listen, this is all fine, but I have to go. Have fun!"

She gave him a peck on the cheek and left. Bashir stood there, shocked by what he had just witnessed. In a way, he felt intimidated.

 

That evening, after the women of the house had gone to sleep, Jood tracked Bashir's internet use. She could see him relax on the sofa, masturbating, through the cameras. He was looking at bodybuilder pictures of all kinds, and Jood found herself getting aroused too. Without thinking, her hand went between her legs and she started to play with herself. Bashir was definitely into mass monsters. To her shock, she realized that she was into those too ...

In the night, she had a strange dream in which she was checking out masses of bodybuilders in the mall that walked by in hordes as she was hiding in the shop, and then, she suddenly realized that they all had her face? She awoke, confused and aroused.

The next night, Bashir was at it again, and she was watching him. As she saw him scroll through threads of hairy muscle beasts and comment on the pictures, she suddenly had a stupid idea.

"Hey, can I DM you?"

She couldn't believe what she just did. A moment later, he answered:

"Sure."

Okay, now she had to commit, right? She touched his contact and wrote:

"Hi! You're into big muscle people?"

"Yes! You too?"

Jood hesitated. Was she even lying?

"I am." Then she added: "I'm new to this."

"If you need anything, just let me know. I've been around for a bit."

"Cool."

"Wanna see my favorite bodybuilders?"

"I do!"

Jood was shocked. The pictures Bashir sent her were just an endless parade of huge, muscular, ultra-manly mega-studs. Some had maybe started out as women and then roided themselves to such an extent that they were indistinguishable from men, others were very clearly, well ... men.

Big, burly, hairy, muscular men with huge cocks.

For just a moment, Jood wanted to ask her husband whether he was gay. Then she realized that this would break character, and it also would sound like judging. Also ... well ... it wasn't as if he was doing anything to dispel the notion. Though she did notice quite a few of these ultra-masculine dudes to actually have a little feminine side to themselves ... The well-groomed hair, the nails, these were people obsessed with their exterior, not crazy mountain men.

That's when she realized she was furiously masturbating without thinking.

She wanted to be like this ...

The moment she understood that thought, she fought back. That was impossible. It was stupid, it was wrong! She couldn't do this. She couldn't feel this!

And yet, there she was.

She breathed deeply, thanked him for the pictures and logged back off.

That night, her dreams were even more confusing. She was in a dark place, surrounded by thick, writhing muscle swelling all around her, enveloped in a heavy scent of sweat, struggling to free herself.

She awoke completely wrapped in her blanket and feeling very stupid and horny.

 

The next evening, Bashir wrote first, announcing something wonderful! He had invited someone over to his place for tonight, and he would tell everything about it the next day.

For a moment, Jood wondered what that was about, but then, she just switched on the cameras. She would see it anyway. Now all she had to do was to stay awake and watch.

It turned out not to be difficult at all. The curiosity was enough to keep her awake.

 

Under her blanket, careful not to give her in-laws any indication of what was happening, Jood watched the phone anxiously. She could tell that Bashir was just as nervous, though he was also very excited. Well, to be honest, so was she ...

He paced the room, his cock tenting his pants, constantly checking his watch. Meanwhile, Jood's excitement mounted just as quickly, and she noticed she was getting quite horny without even knowing what was going on.

After what felt like an eternity, someone appeared to be on the door. Jood felt a sudden pang of jealousy. What was going to happen? Had he invited some prostitute?

Nah. That wouldn't make sense, would it? Unless there were ...

There were.

Bashir had opened the door and now, he guided a big, muscular guy into the living room. It was so obvious that this was a muscleman for hire, and yet, Jood found herself not jealous, but ... fascinated. The guy took off his jacket and revealed a massively yoked upper body. Bashir was over him a moment later, caressing the man, admiring his muscles, kissing them ...

Jood was both furious and horny.

He had lied to her. He was clearly gay, and he was worshipping this man with a dedication he had never even remotely dedicated to her! And at the same time, she wanted to be this huge guy. She wanted to be this muscleman, this hunk, feeling her husband's hands all over her, craving her, salivating over her enormous build ...

By now, she was masturbating furiously as she watched the show, the giant flexing in turn to display his power, moving from one pose to the next and showing off the size of his muscles. Without thinking, Jood tensed her own arms a bit, feeling her muscles react, even if they were too small and weak to show anything.

Now the two men were getting closer to each other, and Bashir was stripping out of his clothes, presenting his soft, weak body to the strong man he had invited. He looked almost endearing like this. The bodybuilder started to manhandle Bashir, and her husband let himself be subjected to quite the humiliation. He was forced to the ground, the weight of the bulky man pushing him down, and then, to Jood's shock and arousal, she saw her husband getting fucked ...

Jood's mind was blown. She had never seen anything like it, not even imagined it ... And it was turning her on. She suddenly fantasized about being in this position, behind her husband, sinking her penis into him ...

Her penis?

That was insane.

And yet, that thought was right inside her. Her mind was overwhelmed by the idea. She was going crazy, wasn't she? She shivered as her insides contracted around her fingers as she felt hornier than ever before. She had to bite her pillow to stop herself from squealing in delight.

Jood was hot, sweaty, unbelievably horny, and she was enjoying every moment of this.

Maybe it was something she wouldn't have gone for if she hadn't been so aroused, but in that moment, she made her decision. She would become this.

 

After a very strange night with plenty of very odd dreams that left her sweaty and confused, she logged back in on one of the communities and soon asked around for someone to help her. There was a certain amount of skepticism when the other members heard of her question:

"I'm a woman and I want to become a big and masculine bodybuilder. How do I get there?"

Then her mailbox was flooded by direct messages. Jood laid in the bed, looking through the endless list. Most were useless horny posts by people who wanted her to send before pictures or asked whether she would like to date or marry them. She just ignored them. Some, however, were a bit more useful and actually asked intelligent questions about her motives, her means and the time she had planned to take.

As she answered those posts, she got more and more information about how to get there. It was pretty fascinating. Apparently, the process would take a while, but since she didn't want to avoid virilizing side-effects, this would all be pretty simple.

Suddenly, Jood found herself grinning broadly. This was insane, but it would also work ...

 

She returned home not long after and already found several packages waiting for her. She had one of the servants move them to the room Bashir had suggested as her separate bedroom. Once that was done, she got busy opening the boxes and assembling the training machines in them. As she worked through the various steps, she found herself wondering several times whether she should get some help, but then, she said to herself that she had to do it on her own.

Besides, it wasn't that Bashir would be much help. He'd probably just get his fingers pinched by some bit. It took her the better part of an afternoon, but then, the whole setup was done. She admired her handiwork, feeling proud.

"You're getting there, Jood ..."

After a bit of relaxing, she changed into her new workout clothes and admired herself in the big mirror she had bought. At first, she had thought about getting the usual cute style, but as soon as she realized what she was trying to do, she had quickly switched to something more masculine. As a result, she was wearing some wide black shorts, a sports bra and a white tank top, plus a matching black jacket. She chuckled. Those things still looked great on her ...

Then she suddenly had an idea. The guys on the internet were right: She should take some "before"-pictures. Snapping a few, she realized that this outfit was probably not how she would present herself later on. She blushed at the thought, but then, she decided to go for it. She slipped off the jacket and the top, then took off her bra.

She looked at her reflection nervously. She had moderately-sized breasts, nothing massive, but still nice, and because of her rather slim back, she wore D-cup bras. They also had a bit of a hang to them, but Jood tightened her back muscles and lifted them up, straightening herself out. Then she grinned and lifted one arm and flexed. There was maybe a tiny little shape shifting under her skin, but that didn't matter. As the phone took her picture, she imagined just how big her arm would eventually get. The thought made her heart beat faster. She had to focus. After checking the pictures out, she put her clothes back on, feeling a little embarrassed by her decision.

At last, she started her training. This was just a little trial run to get into it, nothing too tough. She just wanted to see how it felt.

Jood finished up after an hour. She was sweaty and feeling rather hot. She had gone through several sets of various exercises and she felt amazing! Tired, of course, but also really alive. It had been so long that she had felt alive, and this was an incredible sensation. She admired her sweaty, pumped body and couldn't stop herself from mock-posing.

To herself, she said:

"Soon ... I'm going to get so strong ..."

Then she giggled happily, did a little jump and headed for the shower.

 

A few weeks in, Bashir was a bit surprised by the food his wife was eating lately. He had taken some time to notice it. Their servant had cooked for them, and the older woman clearly disapproved of the kind of stuff Jood had picked for herself. Still, Jood was the boss' wife, so she had to comply, even if she found the idea of eating steamed food with vegetables like this completely bizarre. At least, Jood had seen reason and accepted some seasoning. The old woman had rolled her eyes, but what could she do.

The couple sat together in silence. Ever since Jood had returned from her visit, she stayed a bit at a distance. She wanted to make sure that she would be able to shock him once her progress became obvious.

As they ate, Bashir asked:

"I noticed you are using the spare bedroom now."

"That's right, husband. I have set up some equipment in there."

"Ah. What kind of equipment?"

She let him wait a bit as she continued eating. After a moment, she could tell that he was getting nervous. She wondered why. At last, she answered:

"Oh, just some machines to stay in shape. You can use them too."

"Do you think I'm out of shape?"

She looked up and smiled:

"I don't think you've ever been in shape."

"Erm. I'm sorry, but I am still a man. Obviously, I am fit and strong."

"Ah."

She raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!"

She chuckled.

"Would you like to arm-wrestle?"

Bashir's face immediately turned crimson. Then he grinned nervously.

"Well, I wouldn't want to hurt you ..."

"Let me finish this, then I'll let you try."

She returned to her food.

 

While she ate, she couldn't help noticing that Bashir was getting increasingly anxious. She hid her smile as good as she could. Watching him react to the challenge was amusing. The poor guy. It was clearly turning him on, but he also didn't want to show it. So he tried to pass off his excitement as some vague boredom. It turned out that Bashir wasn't that good an actor. In a way, Jood was a little disappointed. She had expected someone who had fetishes like he had to be able to at least conceal them by concealing his feelings and maybe appear somewhat charming. Well, he clearly couldn't.

She took her time. The longer she took, the more he started to fidget. At last, she decided that it was enough. She put the dishes to the side. The servant would clear them later. Then she smiled at her husband.

"Ready when you are."

She got in position and held up her hand. Suddenly realizing that this was now happening, she could feel Bashir getting nervous. Well, he had brought this upon himself.

He mirrored her position and took her hand. It was surprising how soft it was. Lately, her training had made her palms a bit tougher, even though she used gloves to protect her skin. She tried to find the right angle. Back when she had been a kid, her cousins had occasionally challenged her to games like these, as had her brothers.

"Okay ... Let's do this ..."

Bashir found himself grinning. Then he said:

"Go!"

And he pushed. Jood was surprised for a moment, but then, she held against him and did her best to push back. It was ... hard. But it wasn't impossible. She put her strength into it, locked her legs to the chair, and leaned in. She did know a few things about that game, and she quickly realized that Bashir, well, wasn't as experienced. She could certainly make up for her relatively lower strength.

Though ... Was it really lower? To her surprise, she found herself not only stabilizing his push, but actually countering it. Bashir was clearly as shocked as she was and suddenly had to put some work in. He obviously didn't expect that, and produced a frustrated groan as she brought his fist beyond the vertical.

Now he scrambled for a solution. She had him halfway down already when he finally managed to focus and push back. The pressure was intense now, and Jood felt her muscles harden with the effort. They both grunted. Gone was the funny little game. This was no longer a joke. Both felt they had something to lose now.

Jood gritted her teeth as Bashir managed to push her back. She could feel her brow get all sweaty, but so was her husband's. The man looked pretty strained already. She took this as a sign that she might win this, and redoubled her efforts.

Again, her hand ended up on top of his. Since the beginning of their struggle, she had dominated this, and Bashir was constantly fighting to avoid defeat. She felt a strange pleasure well up within her. This was incredible! She had never experienced anything like this. She was in control. Sure, it was hard work, but it felt so good ...

She pushed herself even harder and increased the pressure. Bashir was stronger, yes, but he was so horribly out of shape that she could probably beat him on endurance and technique. All she had to do was stick to it ...

Bashir groaned and a big drop of sweat fell on the table from his forehead. Between his teeth, he growled:

"Why are you so strong?"

She tried to find enough energy to answer, but only produced a drawn-out gargle as she put her entire strength into her arm. Jood could feel her arm bulge with effort, and she loved the sensation. This was what it was all about, right? Being strong, being in control, outdoing this weak man ...

These crazy thoughts flooded her mind, and she absolutely loved them. She felt that under all of this effort, she was getting aroused. Was she going crazy? Maybe. But she enjoyed it.

Now Bashir's arm kept hovering above the tabletop. He was barely managing to stop her from just slamming it down. She was winning this.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" He squealed in sudden pain. "Stop! Stop! Stop it! I ... I've got a cramp!"

He opened his hand and tried to pull it back, which caused her to twist her grip and release him. Furious at the sudden interruption, Jood glared at him:

"What the hell?"

Bashir caressed his arm, looking rather pathetic.

"I ... I have a cramp in my arm. Yeah. Wouldn't have been fair to continue."

For a moment, a deep silence fell over the room. Jood looked at him with an expression that suggested massive contempt. Seriously? This was the only way he managed to get out of certain defeat? Pathetic.

Bashir was obviously realizing she had seen right through him, but what could he do? He looked a bit overwhelmed. Then he said:

"Go get the servant so she can clean up the dishes."

She turned to call her, but he said:

"Just go to the kitchen and tell her."

She sighed and got up, frustrated with her husband. She walked out with a swirl of her dress, feeling a great tension in herself. As she stepped away, she turned back a bit and snuck a peek at Bashir.

Yeah.

Of course he was hard. What a twerp. He loved this. And he wouldn't admit it. The thing was, though, she was enjoying this too. Seeing him squirm, trying to save himself from her strength ... And she was only at the beginning. Soon, she would grow really strong, and then, he would suffer.

 

Over the next few months, Bashir stayed out of her way. He was rather busy, or at least, he claimed to be. She did notice, though, that he kept hovering around her, trying to catch glimpses of what she was doing. It was strange. On the one hand, he kept her at arm's length in bed and in daily life, on the other hand, he clearly wanted to check her out.

Well, she decided to give him just enough of a view to allow him to get horny. Teasing him amused her. It was another way in which she could be in control of this fool.

Also, she herself was getting increasingly turned on. After laying some foundations and learning the ropes of working out, she ordered the kind of drugs she would need to kickstart her transformation. As Jood assembled all the vials of drugs, she started to realize what she was going to do. She hesitated. The dozen or so substances would change her. She had seen the other women online. She had heard their voices, seen their faces, admired their physiques. They looked like freaks. Completely insane. Self-destructive, but willing to rebuild themselves into what they wanted to be.

And she would be one of them. One of the insane people who defied God's creation by turning themselves into something different than intended ...

She took a deep breath.

Should she really do this? It was just so crazy ...

She thought about her situation. She could still stop. She could go back to being a foolish little wife in a loveless marriage. She could do what God, society, her family, everybody intended ... or she could be the man she knew her husband wanted to be with. And the manly creature she realized she wanted to be ...

Well, society be damned. She would do it.

She took the prepared the first set of injections, then proceeded to pump all that stuff into her body, ready to turn herself into a blasphemous monstrosity. And she would enjoy every moment of it!

 

A few days later, she noticed the first side-effects. It had started pretty small, with her skin feeling a bit dry, but soon enough, she had a massive acne outbreak on her back. That was annoying, but she had one of the servants help her clean it up. The woman carefully popped all her zits, disinfected the little spots and did her best not to look too disgusted.

There was another thing too. She started to smell. It was discreet at first, but two weeks in, her clothes started to reek. It was amazingly bad. She smelled like a young man in the middle of puberty. It was eye-watering, and it was everywhere. In her clothes, in her bed, in the shower, in every room ... When she went out shopping, she tried to cover up the smell with some intense perfume, but that seemed to only make things worse. At home, though, she just let it all out.

Bashir's reaction was surprising. He ... seemed to like it?

He didn't want to show it, but ... he was closer to her now than ever before. Jood was impressed. Maybe this was part of the trick?

 

After a particularly intense workout, Jood was admiring herself in the mirror. Her body was glistening with sweat, and the air in the room was smelling pretty awful. She lifted her arm and flexed it, watching her biceps swell up. The daily workouts had really changed her physique, and seeing as she pumped hard every day, hitting her limits and trying to push them, the drugs she was shooting were doing their work. Seriously, she was starting to look pretty incredible. She grabbed a measuring tape and wrapped it around her arm. With a grin, she tightened the muscle even more. It reacted accordingly, stretching the tape a bit. She relaxed it, flexed it again and again, until it looked reasonably pumped. Ten and a half inches ... That was nice. Also, it was hard! There was zero flab on her arm anymore.

She could feel the muscle shift under her skin.

"Fuck ... This looks great ... I can't wait it to get bigger!"

She cleared her throat. That was another side-effect. Her voice had gotten pretty rough lately. There was a kind of constant scratchiness in her throat, and her voice had a bit of a squawk to it. It was kinda bizarre, and sometimes, it would jump up and down like a teenage boy's. She did her best to hide this, lowering her voice, or trying to speak in shorter sentences so she could catch herself before somebody noticed.

Then again, she could see Bashir tense up every time she missed the moment. She had no idea whether he understood what was going on, but he couldn't be so dense as to not see that something was happening. Seriously, her husband was gravitating around her lately. He would casually check her out, something he had never done before.

On the one hand, it was a bit annoying because he would linger close to her and say nothing, but on the other hand, it was proof that what she was doing was working.

She took her phone and snapped some more pictures of her current body. Then she compared them to her "before"-picture. The change was a bit subtle still, but it was there. Her body had become leaner and tougher, and her legs, butt and arms had tightened up and showed slight signs of muscle. Also, her breasts had shrunk a bit, but that was to be expected, and also part of the process.

To be honest, she enjoyed this. It just felt great to become stronger and to be in control of her body.

That's when she noticed a surprisingly thick black hair sprouting from her chest. It was maybe half an inch long, and it was starting to curl gently. She stared at it. A few months ago, she would immediately have plucked it and felt annoyed about it, but now, she just touched it, feeling its springiness.

A smile spread on her face. She thought of all the big, hairy dudes on the community and imagined her chest covered in a thick fur ... Okay. That was too much, wasn't it? She couldn't just become a hairy beast, right? She ... she had to stop somewhere ... Then she thought about the man that had fucked Bashir's ass.

Yeah.

She felt a bizarre tension in her pussy. Putting the phone away, she reached between her legs and caressed her lips.

"Mmmh ..."

It felt great. Much more intense than before. She sighed. Wow. She felt her fingers get wet. Incredible. She wondered what it would feel like to have a cock ... Wouldn't that be great? A big, thick monster dangling between her legs ...

She chuckled nervously. That was insane. She couldn't think like this. At the same time, that was the trip she was on, wasn't she? That was where she was heading. She bit her lip as she found a nice spot and rubbed it.

She wondered how this would work ... But there were people in the community that suggested that there was some kind of treatment to actually get a cock ... She would have to check this out.

 

Bashir was in the shower, cleaning himself after a long masturbation session. He had discovered a new contact online, and the guy was amazing! He was huge and hairy and so dominant ... It felt incredible to chat with him. Okay, he hadn't actually seen any pictures, and as always, there was the risk that this was just another person pretending to actually be some big horny dude, but ... he wanted to believe. Besides, the guy was absolutely authentic. Talking about his workouts, describing his drug regimen, and writing about his fantasies ... The guy was still growing, and he already suggested he was pretty massive.

Bashir tried to push him for some pictures, but so far, the guy had resisted. Well, it wasn't that much of a problem. He could imagine him well enough ...

As the warm water washed away the cum stuck to his sparse pubic hair, Bashir groaned.

Again.

Something kept clogging the drain. He hated it when that happened, and it got more frequent lately. The water wouldn't run off correctly and he would stand in half an inch of tepid water with some droplets of his cum floating in it.

Yuck.

He opened the drain cover and started poking at whatever was stuck in there. Then he pulled out a bunch of curly pubic hairs. Not his. He wondered where those came from.

Was one of the male servants using this shower? He hoped not! Maybe it was one of the women? He never even looked at them. Maybe they were hairy under their modest clothes? It was confusing.

As he yanked the clump out, he noticed that there was this thick, manly smell attached to it.

Now he was really confused. This didn't make sense at all!

 

Jood stared at her crotch. It looked crazy. There was this massive bush of hair now, since she never shaved down there, and the drugs she was shooting had made it all sprout in all direction. She literally had a line of hair going upwards all the way to her bellybutton. Her legs had also become hairier lately, and while there was still this thought that this was inappropriate for a woman, what she was seeing was challenging that idea.

There, poking out amidst the hair was a small penis. It was really tiny, with its cockhead barely as big as the tip of her pinky, but ... it was there.

The drug she had received was working. It was strange, but apparently, it was real. As explained, she had injected it into her clitoris, and then, over the course of a few days, her tiny spot had changed. It had begun to swell and grow, then it had absorbed her urethra, and then, it had transformed into a very small cock.

That was what she was looking at now. It was really small, but ... it was a cock. She touched it gently with her increasingly gnarled fingers. This sent a shiver through her body.

Oh wow ...

The tiny appendage swelled up a little and started to rise. She sighed. It worked! It actually worked! Jood was elated. She kept playing with it, every touch sending little flashed of arousal through her body. Then she looked at herself in her home gym mirror. The last few months had continued her change, though she still looked mostly female.

There was a bit of a sharpness to her face and her chin looked a bit bigger, but she was still herself. The rest of her body had improved more, though. She looked more like a crossfitter now, her arms having gained a good inch of girth, her shoulders having grown wider, and her trunk having become more solid.

Jood kept playing with her tiny cock, and it started to twitch now. It was getting really hard now. She shivered with delight. Sure, it was still small, but if she kept treating it, it would soon get as large as Bashir's. And then, she would make it bigger. And bigger! She couldn't wait ...

She had been chatting with him in her male persona for a while now, teasing him and making him submit to her. When she was ready, they would meet "in person", and then, she would overwhelm him!

The thought was enough to send her over the edge and she came like this for the first time, shooting a tiny droplet of cum out of her little dick. It hit the mirror and slid down slowly. Jood felt incredible. This was going to be amazing!

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Mooooreee!

[El_Roy_1999]

Thank you very much! There will be more stories like these!

[El_Roy_1999]

A nice and intense story about growing musclewomen!


Neighborhood Rivals
Clara is amazing! She is beautiful, she has a husband who caters to her every need, and she is the queen bee of her neighborhood. That is, until this woman Hitomi showed up! Not only is she younger, she is also way fitter, actually muscular, and her husband likes this! Clara is outraged! This cannot stand. There must be some secret behind that woman's muscles ... Clara will find out, and she will put that woman in her place!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, breast expansion and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.


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Clara climbed out of the car. She couldn't help feeling gorgeous. She set her long, pale legs down and stood, letting her golden mane flow over her slim, elegant shoulders. Sadly, she had to deal with Nathan, who was holding the door for her. He was her husband, after all. She deserved to be treated like the queen she was, and while he did his best, it usually didn't feel like barely enough. Under her long lashes, she let her emerald eyes flash and gave him an arrogant look. Yes, he had taken her shopping, and he had patiently waited as she had taken her sweet time picking some gorgeous outfits that would blow the mind of all those other housewives in their community, but he was also a bore. Pale, average, not terribly interesting ... He had a tendency to go rambling on about his strange computer stuff. Even after years of marriage, Clara hadn't fully understood what his company was actually doing. She did know what it was making, though. Money. And quite a lot of it. In a way, that was the price to pay for her. She had married him for his money, and he was ... acceptable in bed, but having to listen to him and make an interested face ... That was still rough for her. Especially when there were big events in his sector and he would go on and on about standards and regulations. It was like being married to a lawyer, but without the crime.

Still, their trip had been very productive and she had also picked a few wonderful pieces of very elegant and sexy lingerie. She deserved the best, and Nathan would profit of it too. He would get to ogle her and she would turn him on and they would sleep with each other. Not that he got any weird ideas. After all, she was close to forty years old now, and had been for a few years, and the last thing she wanted was for him to get any ideas about younger women. Thankfully, and due to a strict beauty regimen, she looked not a day above thirty ...

She gave him a good look of her big natural tits in her minidress, whose plunging neckline left very little to imagination. As always, his eyes obeyed, diving deep into her cleavage. She smirked and headed inside.

"Be sure to get the purchases inside. I want to try them on again ..."

"Yes, darling."

She gave him a good look of her round ass and her nice legs. Just enough to up his heart rate a bit, then went inside. She felt like a glass of wine.

 

After a few sips, she realized that Nathan was still outside. Annoyed, she got up and opened the door to see what he was up to. He probably had ended up on his phone to check on the company. That business might be profitable, but it sure sucked up a lot of his attention ...

Her eyes opened wide and her expression crisped into barely suppressed anger.

He was standing there next to the car, the bags in his hands, and he was chatting. Chatting with some kind of Asian girl that was hopping from one foot to the other, and that girl was yoked! She was wearing a crop top that showed off a set of extremely ripped eight-pack abs, and she was huge for a woman ... and quite big for a man. The guy who came to repair the pool was buff and nice to look at, but that girl ... She was easily as muscular as him, only she was ripped too. And she still had big boobs! With every jumping step she did, probably to keep her heartrate up, her tits bounced some more, and Clara could also see that she had an amazing ass and incredible legs!

Maybe a bit too buff for her own taste, but Nathan was eating her up!

Fuck.

Fuck!

Now the girl brushed her shoulder-length hair out of her face, and she could almost hear Nathan's sigh. That fucker! She turned her face for one moment, and that idiot looked after this floozy!

Clara focused. This couldn't stand. She had to do something. Something that would keep that girl away without making her come across as a bitch. She wondered whether she could do it.

She breathed deeply until she had herself under control, then she checked her makeup and her hair, adjusted her dress to give her tits the right pop, and headed out, all smiles.

"Oh, there you are, Nathan! I was expecting you to come in right away ..."

She laid her arms around him in a possessive way to make it clear that this woman was out of line, then looked at her with an expression of disdain.

"And who are you?"

The younger woman smiled at her with great confidence.

"I'm Hitomi. I bought the house next to yours and I was just doing a little run to warm up before my workout."

"Oh. Very nice. You look like you spend a lot of time at the gym. We shouldn't be keeping you, should we, right, Nathan?"

Her husband looked flustered. Clearly, he had enjoyed his little talk with that bitch. He mumbled something along the lines of "Yes, dear", and then headed inside. Hitomi seemed a little disappointed. She had clearly enjoyed the attention. Clara just cocked her head and said in a low voice:

"Run along, girl. Stay out of my way."

The other woman grinned at her, understanding that Clara felt intimidated. To be fair, that was right. Sure, that girl's muscles were a stupid idea and they looked all gross and weird ... but Nathan's reaction was real, and Clara didn't like that at all. He was supposed to look at her, not at some weird musclewoman next door!

Hitomi was amused and raised an eyebrow, then left without any further word. She didn't need to say a thing. Clara could feel that the woman had declared her her rival now.

 

Clara returned inside and caught Nathan fussing with the curtains. Yes. Of course. The curtains! That traitor was staring at Hitomi! He looked flustered and produced a mumbled excuse, so she just took her bags with her to move them to her walk-in closet. Time to look at her new purchases, try them on, and snap a few nice pictures to get all her friends envious!

However, as she was going through her new stuff, she found herself looking at her phone. Just to check. After all she was the queen of the neighborhood, and she had to check what her subjects were up to, right?

It turned out that her so-called friends were all fawning and bitching about Hitomi!

What the fuck?

She stared at the screen as a massive debate raged among all those idiots. The women were complaining about their husbands being all enamored with Hitomi's attitude, her looks, and her confidence.

Clara could see her control over this place slip away. This couldn't be true!

She felt a tremendous pressure in her chest. What a horrible person!

Leaving the bags unpacked, the maid would take care of them, she checked the windows to get a good look at her neighbor. Thankfully, there was a spot in the back of the house that gave her an excellent view of the other building. She could feel her heart beat faster as she looked around ...

There!

Hitomi was in her back yard. There was a greenhouse, and she was inside, harvesting some leaves. Okay ... That was not what she expected. Now that bitch was walking to the patio, and she brewed some tea with those leaves. The musclewoman breathed the fumes in deeply, and Clara could swear that her skin glowed and her hair looked more lustrous. Then Hitomi sat down with her phone and drank her tea in small sips.

Clara's eyes went wide.

With every little sip, the other woman's muscles appeared to inflate! How?

They got a bit bigger, really, just a tiny bit, but ... this was incredible. As she carefully went through her cup, Hitomi's arms got harder, veinier, thicker ... Clara stared at this from her vantage point.

It was all a fake! That woman wasn't some dedicated bodybuilder, she was using some herbal whatever to build her muscles! Clara felt a shiver run down her spine. She could see that Hitomi's shoulders had gained some volume and her abs had become even more defined.

She realized she had been clenching her fists so hard her nails dug deep into her hands.

She knew what she had to do!

 

The next morning, Clara watched Hitomi on her morning routine from her vantage point. She did a rather intense workout, then she showered, ate and got dressed, before finally leaving to go to work. All the time, Clara felt her heart flutter in her chest. It was incredible how tense this was making her. On the one hand, of course, there was the excitement of her coming "adventure", that was the break-in at Hitomi's green house. On the other hand, there was a bit of jealousy and excitement. Yes, that girl's muscles were disgusting and weird, but ...

She was definitely making her horny. The confidence, the casual power ... That was all incredible! Clara loved this, and she also quite liked the idea of getting a free glow-up! After all, she had to work hard every day to keep her shape, and now that her fortieth birthday was over, she realized that the required intensity was even greater. She had to spend two hours at the gym everyday just to maintain her waistline, but with this tea ... Wow!

She waited for Hitomi's car to disappear, and then, she went downstairs and to the garden. Thankfully, Nathan had already left to work, and the maid wasn't there yet, so she could get busy. For a moment, she thought about dressing up for the occasion ... She had a black catsuit in her closet which she had worn as part of a Catwoman costume at a party, and she still had a ski-mask somewhere.

Then again, stealing some tea leaves wasn't exactly grand larceny, right?

So she just stuck to her training clothes and climbed the fence. She was quite fit, after all. In Hitomi's garden, she ducked down and snuck to the greenhouse, looked around nervously, saw nobody, and quickly took some tea leaves, then ran back to the fence and clambered over it, hopefully leaving no traces.

Back in her garden, Clara leaned against the fence, her heart pounding wildly. She had just done the craziest thing in her life! She felt incredible. Crazy, but also great! She looked at the leaves and whispered to herself:

"You better work, you stupid weeds ..."

Then she took some more deep breaths until she felt calm enough and went to the kitchen to brew some tea!

 

Clara stepped into the home gym, the cup of tea in her hand. She was the only person to use the place, so she would be on her own here, even if Nathan came back. She set the tea down, then looked at her slim, fit body. So this would be history in a few moments ...

She hesitated. Should she take off her clothes?

No. This was ridiculous. This was going to work perfectly.

She looked at her reflection in the mirrors, then took a sip from the big cup. The taste was ... okay. She had expected something a bit more spectacular ...

Then it hit her.

Clara had to concentrate so as not to spill any of the tea. A shiver went through her body, and it felt wonderful ... There was this amazing tension, and it stimulated her muscles like a wave flowing through them.

"Wow ... This is ... great ..."

She gasped as the intensity increased, and then, she could see that as this tide flowed through her muscles, they grew. And they grew fast! She was completely enraptured to see her arms become stronger in a matter of moments. They had been slim and fit before, but now, they were rapidly packing on muscle, and she could see her forearms and biceps grow and become more powerful.

Clara clenched her fists as another wave ran through her, causing her to breathe in deeply. That's when she saw her breasts expand in her reflection. It looked amazing! She had always had big ones, but now they were literally ballooning, becoming larger and tauter as she watched. And they were supported by a pair of pecs that really pulled them up. She laughed like a madwoman.

"Oh God! I love this! This is amazing!"

She pulled up her top to check her abs and ... instant six-pack! She ran her strong fingers over the blocks of muscle and traced the lines between them. Each one was perfectly defined. She looked as if she lived at the gym and spent every waking hour doing crunches! Despite her efforts, she had never managed to build a full set, and ... here she was! Ready and perfect.

With a horny look on her face, she twisted in front of the mirror, admiring as her muscles shifted under her skin. Those were incredible, but then, she spotted her butt.

As she watched, her ass grew to match the rest of her body, and she went from nice and round, but rather small to major muscle junk in the trunk! She cackled with glee as she admired herself in her now skintight clothes, her muscles hard and defined.

As she was, she could probably win any amateur bodybuilding competition, and then some!

Aping the weird videos she had occasionally seen on the net, she did a few poses, marveling as her muscles responded to her flexes by getting even bigger and harder. With every movement, some other part of her clothes creaked with the strain.

Then she lifted both arms and did a double-biceps pose. Both arms swelled up satisfyingly, and her tits were equally lifted. She noticed that the transformation hadn't just affected her muscles and her breasts: Her skin was glowing, and her hair ... it had an incredible sheen. There was a kind of wavy silkiness to it that she had never seen on it, and ... wow. She would have paid amazing money for it to ever look this good, and all it took was a cup of tea ...

She did a few superhero poses, wondering whether her strength now matched her body.

One lift of a dumbbell proved that yes, these muscles weren't just for show. She was probably as strong as Nathan now, probably stronger ...

 

She could have stopped here. She was taller than that Hitomi bitch, she looked way better, and the tea had shaved off ten years off her face in one sip. Besides, she looked amazing, with those wonderful boobs and that delightful ass.

This could have been all.

But the tea was still there, it was still warm, and ... Clara just had to see what would happen. She would completely outclass that girl.

She took the cup and drank a big gulp.

By now, she thought the taste was actually great!

She set it down, then looked at her reflection attentively, ready to spot the changes as soon as they began. Any moment now ...

 

This time, the effect came faster, and way more intense. Clara felt as if she was getting tossed around like a ragdoll. While the waves had hit her gently the first time, they were more like a tsunami now. She stumbled about, trying to stay standing, and she could literally see her muscles shift and swell rapidly under her skin. It was deeply unsettling, but at the same time, it just felt sooo good!

She howled with lust as she saw her reflection transform. She was somehow piling on the pounds, and it was all muscle. Strong, hard, powerful muscle, and it was all over her body. Her shoulders spread outside, her arms became thicker and more powerful, her pecs swelled outwards, lifting her tits up, and then, they too joined in growing in one big burst.

Her outfit was creaking loudly as her body turned it into a kind of saran wrap stretched over her expanding figure. The fabric ripped with drawn-out noises, then it tore, pieces of material flying off her growing muscles. She gasped as her tits exploded out of her bra and top, each boob bouncing satisfyingly, held up by a pectoral block of muscle that put any bodybuilder to shame.

She could no longer see her midsection directly, but her reflection was marvelous. She saw her six-pack, which had moments ago felt like the epitome of muscle and sexiness, turn into an eight-pack, and it looked as if it had been carved from the finest marble. Next to this, her previous abs looked like blobs of jello.

She stared at her amazing transformation as her legs wrapped themselves in ever thicker strands of muscle, forcing them apart. She saw that her thighs were getting absolutely gigantic. There was a long ripping sound, and her leggings just fell off, destroyed by the absurd mass of her legs. A kick from these pins would probably wreck a cinderblock without any effort ...

She stood on her tiptoes, watching as her calves jutted out on both sides of her legs like cut diamonds, her quads looming above her knees.

She turned sideways to admire her ass, and at that moment, she also caught a glance of just how deep her back had become. No wonder she barely felt those tits' weight ... Her ass, well, the word "divine" came to mind. She slapped it, and it did sting a bit, simply because she was so strong. Her cheek also barely moved.

"Nice ... That girl is so done ..."

She brushed her hair to the side to get a good look at her butt and her back, and she couldn't help noticing that it was even longer and thicker now. There was so much volume, and it was just perfectly silky!

"So beautiful ..."

She let it flow through her fingers, almost drooling at her improved beauty. Her skin was so smooth and radiant, all those pesky little imperfections had faded to nothing, and every little sag was gone.

She looked younger ... but there was this aura of experience to her looks that only made her sexier. This tea was marvelous!

With a look of absolute passion, she tore off the remains of her clothes, then posed her naked physique for a bit before she had to retreat to her bedroom for a bit.

Self-care, obviously. Exploration ...

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the fans of dominant, muscular mothers and their weakling sons ...


Mama's Boy
Jesse is a tiny guy that keeps getting bullied by everybody. Thankfully, his huge, powerful mother is there to make sure only she gets to treat him harshly. When he starts to look for another woman to serve and be horny for, his mother decides to take control of his life in the most intense way possible ...

This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle, big breasts, lactation, domination and incest. All characters are over 18 years old.



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Jesse walked down the street to the docks. It was time to bring his mother her lunch. She had left early today and had forgotten it at home. The least the young man could do was bring it over. He had risen to the occasion and had actually prepared something nice for her. Usually, Kiana only subsisted on protein shakes and junk food, her job as a loader at the docks keeping her constantly hungry anyway. Jesse had spent an hour and a half in the small kitchen of the apartment they were living in together now, and he had really made sure the food was as tasty as it was protein-rich. He had already eaten his tiny portion and reserved the large one for his mighty mother. It was a bit strange how genetics had handed him the short end of the stick. His mother was a hulking two-hundred-pound macho woman, six feet tall and massive, while his dad had been a small Korean dude with a rather adventurous personality. Now his father was dead, killed in a car accident, and since Jesse was still finishing his studies, he had moved in with Kiana.

Okay, there had been a short time when he lived at his grandmother's place, but Kiana's mother had ended up struggling financially, and had reluctantly told him to move in with his mamá.

"It'll be rough on you, but I hope you two will be able to live together until you're done studying. My idiot daughter can be a handful." The old woman had sighed loudly. "Please, don't let her meddle in your affairs. She is ... not good with risk. Or drink. Or anything really." Then she had closed her eyes in prayer.

His abuela hadn't promised too much. Kiana was a handful. She would work hard, she would play hard, and the constant noise, the drinking and the fucking, and the drunk fucking made things ... difficult. More than once, he would find her asleep amidst two guys, each one smaller and weaker than her, completely drained. The guys, not her, who was probably actually hungry for more, but had just passed out.

The best parts were when Kiana was out partying, and Jesse had the apartment for himself. She would only return very late at night, and he usually wore earplugs to prevent himself from getting woken by her arrival.

Still, she was his mother, he could sleep at her place, he had his own room, and she put food on the table. It was ungrateful to be mad at her.

He continued down the road amidst the warehouses. In the daylight, this place looked okay. In the evening, it tended to be a bit scarier ...

Just as he went by a bunch of tough guys, they looked up at him and started to move towards him. Jesse hesitated. What should he do?

The tallest of the quartet grinned:

"Hey, Little Red Riding Hood ... Where are you going?"

"Uh ..." Jesse didn't know what to do with that address and replied clumsily: "I'm just getting some food to my mamá ..."

The men guffawed.

"Fuck, bro, you were right! He really is the Little Red Riding Hood!"

The big guy was now close to Jesse and asked:

"And what delicious lunch are your bringing your dear mamá?"

"Just some chicken, vegetables, whole grain rice and my abuela's special sauce ..."

"Oh wow ... I can't wait to taste this."

Jesse took a step back.

"Enough, guys. This is for my mamá. She's working hard, and ..."

"Well, I am hardly working, and I am hungry. So I want this food. And you can be grateful I only take the food."

The little man took another step back.

"No! This is my mamá's. Leave me alone!"

"Fuck. Guys, hold him down, I want this. It smells way too good!"

Instinctively, Jesse ran. It was quite astonishing to see. The little man wasn't particularly fit or sporty, but ... he was fast, especially when running for his life. He turned around and started sprinting. The bigger men had expected him to squeal a bit and then submit. None of them had seen this coming. The thing was, their instincts kicked in and they gave chase.

Jesse raced down the dock road, the four men racing after him. Quickly, they began to gain on him, their heavy steps pounding the flagstones. Jesse ran, his lungs burning. He just pushed himself further. Sure, he could maybe just have dropped the food and hoped the men would be happy with this, but something inside of him, maybe some kind of loyalty, prevented him from doing this. Instead, he just ran harder, his entire body rebelling against the effort.

He was now closing in on the dock where his mother was working. For a mere moment, he turned around to look where his pursuers were now. Then he ran against a wall.

Or at least something hard. Bouncing back, his face feeling bruised, he faced forward, then up.

He looked at his mother's broad chin from below, her huge breasts obscuring her face quite a bit. The sudden crash hadn't moved her one inch, but Jesse felt a bruise already forming on his cheek. She grinned at him from above. Kiana was wearing a t-shirt whose sleeves were getting quite stretched from her huge arms and shoulders, as well as a pair of dungarees whose top stood off by virtue of the thick plates of her pecs and her massive tits. Her tattooed forearms locked around him.

"Where are you going, Jesse?"

Just as he wanted to explain, one of the pursuers shouted:

"Give us the food, you little fuck!"

Kiana raised an eyebrow.

"Food?"

"I brought you some. I cooked for you!"

He held out the container. His mother's big hand closed on it. She popped it open and took a whiff.

"Wow. This smells delicious." She handed it back to him. "Those fuckers been giving you grief, Son?"

"Yeah ..." He felt stupid. Shouldn't he, a man, be able to take care of this?

She looked at the guys.

"Okay, you idiots fucked with my son. I don't like it when people fuck with my son."

"So ..."

"So either you apologize, or I'll knock your teeth in."

The men just laughed. That is, three of them laughed. The fourth one's laughter abruptly ended when Kiana's fist hit his mouth, shattering his teeth and breaking his jaw. The guy was so stunned, it took him a moment to realize what had happened, but Kiana was already over the next one. The second hoodlum at least managed to get his fists up in defense, but she just kicked his knee in from the side, then grabbed the guy and smashed him against her own knee.

Now the two others got their shit together and attacked her at the same time. The taller one who had insulted Jesse punched her boob. This was answered by a headbutt, then she wrapped her mighty arms around him and just lifted him up as if he were a toy. Now holding him high, she tightened her arms around his waist and pressed the air from his lungs. The guy howled, and then stopped doing so when he ran out of breath. His friend managed to get in a few punches against Kiana's rock-hard abs. Those did very little and she just took the big guy and slammed him into the second attacker. They landed on top of each other.

Meanwhile, Mister Knee-in-the-Stomach had recovered enough to get punched in the belly, causing him to fold over again. Kiana reached over him, her huge upper body squeezing down against his back. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted him upside down. The guy tried to free himself, but it was as if he was trying to break a steel ring with his bare hands.

Then he realized what was going to happen. He screamed as she jumped and slammed him head-first into the other two.

Jesse watched the insanity of the fight in total rapture. His mamá was dominating these guys easily and punishing them with utmost cruelty. He loved this ... maybe more than he should.

That's when the toothless guy whipped out a knife and tried to stab her. Without thinking, Jesse threw himself at him, or rather under him, making the guy trip. The knife ended up in Jesse's upper arm, though not very deep, and the guy fell on top of him, slamming his face right into the little man's nose, which instantly started bleeding profusely.

The attacker wanted to get up, but Kiana was already waiting for him and just kicked him into the face.

That was it.

Now that the fight was over and the hoodlums limped away, helping each other to get away from this terror, Kiana went to her son and picked him up carefully, carrying him to the first aid container by the loading area.

As she cradled him against her mighty chest, she said:

"You were really brave, mijo ..."

He sighed happily and cuddled against her.



In the first aid container, one of the guys offered to take care of Jesse, but Kiana sent him away.

"He is my son, I take care of him."

The guy just shrugged and left.

Now Kiana set him on the bed and started examining him carefully. The little man shivered as her strong, gnarled hands roamed all over his body.

"Mamá ... I am fine ... I ... they never touched me ..."

"They didn't? I'll still better make sure you are unhurt."

Jesse shivered. The big woman's hands touching him made him horny ... He tried to banish the sensation. This was horrible! He couldn't ... be into his mother, could he? Only perverts did that! He wasn't a pervert. He was a good son, even if his mother wasn't a good mother!

At least, that's what he had been led to believe. His father and his abuela had kept telling him about how horrible she could be, how reckless she was and how much she ruined everybody's life with her lack of respect. The thing was, right now, Jesse felt great. He felt loved, he felt cared for. He felt good in his mother's strong hands. He just had to stop feeling horny ...

She finished her examination and said:

"You were right. You are fine. Maybe a bit on the weak side, but that's okay with me. I don't mind having small men."

There was a weird pause as Jesse processed what she just said. What did she mean by this?

She chuckled.

"Okay, off you go. Thank you for the food. And bring more tomorrow, I'm sure the boys will leave you alone from now on."

He nodded nervously, said goodbye and left. The way home was totally calm. The docks seemed deserted now.



That evening, it took forever for Kiana to come home. Jesse had prepared some food for her and had kept it warm, since he was used to her being late, but this time, he felt restless. Whenever he thought of her strong hands, of her big bosom, of her powerful physique, he felt his insides contract and his cock stir. This was wrong!

But it also felt great!

He tried to distract himself by wasting some time online. Maybe he just needed a date? It just had to work ... He checked his online profile. No matches at all. Nobody was interested. Whenever he tried to get even a bit of chatting, the women on the other side either ignored him, asked him for money, or turned out to be bots.

He was quite desperate already ...

That's when he heard heavy footsteps outside, accompanied by loud laughter. He immediately recognized Kiana. The young man quickly got everything ready. Then she opened the door.

She wasn't alone.

Jesse's heart fell. Kiana was accompanied by two guys. One was tall and slim, the other one was a bit on the short side. She laughed again, louder even, and said:

"Don't mind the little guy. That's just my son."

The men gave Jesse a serious look that was just a little awkward, then they went to her bedroom. She waited until they were inside, then grinned at him. She walked over to the pot, gave the food a sniff, added a thumbs-up signal and mouthed a "see you in a bit", before disappearing into the bedroom, shouting:

"Okay, you pendejos! Show me your cocks! This bitch needs to be fucked well!"



The young man sat outside as Kiana and the two men had sex. Loud, endless, intense sex. He couldn't see it, but it was impossible to ignore. No noise-cancelling headphones could stop this. Eventually, he gave up on trying to act as if nothing happened and snuck to the bedroom door. He had to see this ...

The door was open a little, and he peered inside.

His heart stopped for a moment.

Kiana had wrestled the little man into submission, his mouth stuffed with her panties, and she was fucking his ass with a big double-headed dildo, while the other guy was getting his cock sucked, standing above his fellow.

Jesse was rigid the moment he saw this. Now Kiana shoved her thumb into the standing guy's butt and he came, splattering his cum on her big tits as she spat out his overflowing dick. His jizz splattered on her big flexing Virgin Mary chest-piece. Now she pushed him down as the guy she was fucking shot his own load into the blanket.

She pulled out her big dildo, grinned and dropped on the mattress, making the two men bounce. Then she pulled open the nightstand's drawer, handed them both some pills and said:

"Eat those, get hard again, and get ready to fuck me nicely. Meanwhile, you lick me ..."

The guys didn't miss a beat and soon were all over her, their cocks getting hard already, all red and thick. They licked her pussy and sucked on her thick clit while Jesse was rubbing his own cock furiously.

This woman ... sure, she was his mother, but she was also the most insanely depraved person he had ever seen. Now the men were taking turns fucking her, and she amused herself squishing their dicks in her muscular pussy, milking them in turn, shooting herself full of their cum.

By now, Jesse's underpants were soaked with his pre-cum. He wanted to be in there with them ...

The longer things went in there, the more intense they got.

Now Kiana was choking one of the guys as she lifted him up by his neck with one hand while she slammed her big tits against his cock by power of her pecs alone, while the other one was getting his face squished by her steel glutes ...

Jesse wanted to stop. He couldn't bear it anymore, he just had to go away and try not to think about what was happening in there ... And yet, he couldn't tear himself away from the insanity.

That's when he came.

It was just too much. He hadn't even touched his cock, but ... it just wouldn't stop. He had never cummed like this before, pumping more jizz into his underpants than ever.

He barely managed not to cry out in shock and horniness and instead just managed to run to the bathroom as fast as he could.

The little man just prayed that none of the three had noticed anything. Then again, they were probably completely otherwise occupied.



In the shower, Jesse managed to clean himself up. He had to rub another one out just to get his cock down enough to wear pants again. Then, finally, he was dressed again and came out just to watch his mother throw out the two men, both of them looking rather exhausted, even if their cocks were still hard. She grinned and shut the door behind them. Her huge, muscular body was soaked in their semen, and she turned to Jesse:

"I sure hope there's still some hot water left."

"Yes, Mamá, of course."

"Good boy. I'll be right back, then I want to eat."

He nodded eagerly as she disappeared in the bath.

He still struggled with what to do now. He couldn't talk about what he had seen, could he?



The next morning, Kiana woke Jesse up rather abruptly. She just appeared in his room and yelled:

"Wake up, Jesse! It's time for breakfast."

The young man grumbled under his sheets and stared at his phone. It was early in the morning and on the weekend too. Glowering at her from his blanket, he whined:

"But Mamá, it's so early ..."

"It's time for me to go to the gym! Come on!"

"But ... I don't want to go to the gym."

"You will, though. Now get up and fix the breakfast."

"But I don't wannaaaa ..."

His words turned to a scream when she jumped on the bed, burying him under her heavy body and making the mattress fold in all around him. He felt her warm breath on him, her huge muscles pressing down on his small body, her massive tits squishing against him. He was lucky to be under his blanket face down, otherwise he would have struggled to contain his hard-on. Then again, he was choking in the mattress.

"Mmmmf ... Mamá! Ma ... Mf!"

He heard her deep, intense laughter and she sat up on top of him, giving him a bit of space to breathe, her hugely muscular legs pinning him down.

"I guess you're awake now, right?"

"Errr ... yes ..." His voice still sounded a bit muffled, and he did look very squished, at least the parts of his body that poked out from under the blanket. She tensed her mighty legs, squeezing him a bit further.

"Mamá! Ouch! Ouch! This is too tight! Ow!"

She laughed even louder, released him and said:

"Dios mio, you are such a weakling ... But you're also cute!"

She went close again, squeezing him a bit more, then releasing him. Jesse crawled away, slipped from the bed, and tumbled into a heap. His mother burst into laughter and got off the mattress too, standing above him as he tried to sort himself out. She was absolutely towering above him, her fists pushed into her haunches, her huge muscles bulging.

Finally, Jesse managed to get to his feet, but to his horror, his cock was hard and tenting his pajamas. Kiana didn't look away. Instead, she smirked:

"Morning wood, huh?"

"Mamá! You can't say this! You ... you can't look at my cock!"

"Why not, little man?"

Her confidence was both terrifying and arousing to him. He really tried to control himself, but instead, his cock just twitched, and a spot of pre-cum showed on the fabric of his pajama pants. Blushing horribly, he clapped his hands in front of his crotch, the wetness only getting worse, sticking on his palms.

She cocked an eyebrow:

"You sure about that, mijo? You're going to get hair on your palms!"

She guffawed. Jesse blushed deeply, unable to deal with her mockery. Suddenly, her belly rumbled. Abruptly getting serious, she said:

"Okay, enough. Go and make breakfast. I'm hungry, and I will deal with you later on. Go! Go!"

She slapped his ass, causing him to jump and run to the kitchen. From his room, he heard a tsk-tsk sound and she opened his window.

"Dios mio, men these days! All smell and no substance!"

[El_Roy_1999]

Inspired by the legend of Saint Wilgefortis, a period piece from 50s America!

The Saint's Blessing
When Gloria meets John, she is amazed. He is charming, intelligent, skilled, loving, everything ... However she discovers there is a dark side to him, one that puts her life in deadly danger. In the most dangerous moment, the warden saint of her family intercedes in a very special way, transforming her and changing her life forever.

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, gender transformation (female to male) and fighting. All characters are at least 18 years old.

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Gloria's family managed to achieve the American dream. It was amazing. Her grandfather had come to the States from Sicily and had begun as a worker in a coach factory, before rapidly rising to foreman, then becoming an accountant at the company. Gloria's father followed in his father's footsteps, and after serving in the Second World War during the invasion of Italy, he found himself running a rather successful accounting firm, serving mostly the various Italian-American smaller and bigger businessmen who just needed someone to take care of their paperwork without too many complaints. As a result, Gloria could be sent to a rather exclusive Catholic private school and, since her brother was expected to take over the family business, she was supposed to find a reasonable husband to marry and to have as many happy little grandchildren as possible to make her parents happy. Despite her mother's best efforts, however, the initial offering of candidates was deemed unacceptable. Gloria didn't like the parade of young men she had known all her life and which were invariably the sons of her father's business partners. They were all mostly nice, but also terribly boring, and entirely focused on making money, and to top it off, in the most boring way imaginable.

It was no wonder that Gloria fell for John.

They met at the Ferragosto party of the local community center. Gloria was looking amazing, her dark blond hair perfectly styled and her cute petticoat dress underlining her slim waist and enticing hips, while John looked absolutely charming with his short black curls and the tailored suit. They quickly found themselves dancing first carefully, then increasingly closer. So close that Gloria's mother shot the young man sharp looks to make sure he didn't forget his place.

Of course, John reacted as the perfect gentleman he was and released Gloria just far enough so that the situation was saved.

The afternoon turned into evening, and everybody was having a good time. John and Gloria had the opportunity to talk on the community center's patio, while still being spied on diligently by her mother. She was quite happy with the things he was saying. Once that was cleared up, she did a little round in the community to figure out who that charming young fellow was.

It turned out that his family was from Catania, which was a good sign. Or at least an acceptable one. His father was Ercole Russo, now American as Herbert Russell. The name change was a bit iffy, but understandable. That his father owned a large building company was a good sign.

As far as Gloria's mother was concerned, this young man was acceptable. A good Catholic man, tall, good looks, strong ... moneyed ... She smiled to herself. This was good. Now she just had to make this work ...



John was smiling at Gloria. The summer moon was slowly rising, and he couldn't help but ignore it, his looks always drawn to the wonderful, beautiful woman right next to him. She smiled at him blissfully, and then, he kissed her.

It was a long and soft kiss, gentle, yet full of passion, and a moment later, his hand went to her waist. She smiled, embraced him too, and they looked into each other's eyes, amazed by their beauty. It was a wonderful moment, and they both wanted it to last forever.

It would have if Al, John's cousin hadn't clumsily stumbled over one of the decorative flowerpots on the patio, which caused a bit of commotion.

The two lovebirds smiled at each other, blushed, looked away, looked back, and then exchanged a very chaste, loving kiss, before returning inside quickly, ignoring Al's helpless excuses.

Still, things were now under way.

After a rather brief courtship, their families quickly agreed on them being an excellent match, and within a few months, a date for the wedding was picked. Things turned intense from that point onwards. A venue was booked, dresses were tailored, cousins invited, and soon, very soon, it was time.

Gloria was horribly nervous. Her cousins were assisting her with the dress, it was white and beautiful and she was radiant. Also, she was a wreck. She was going to get married! To John! Holy Mother of God. It would be perfect, but ...

Julie helped her with the shoes. Catherine had the bouquet ready. Joan whispered:

"It's going to be great. You got this. He loves you, you love him, it'll be amazing! I see why you're nervous, but me, I'm jealous!"

Catherine nodded:

"Me too! To think that John doesn't have a younger brother ..."

Julie glared at her:

"That's not the time, please!"

Gloria waved her hands to cool her face.

"Oh God – Oh God – Oh God!"

Just then, her great-grandmother walked into the dressing room. Claudia was an ancient woman, wizened and tiny. She watched the bride getting ready for a moment, then she approached her with wary steps and said in her quiet voice:

"A moment of your time, sweetie."

"Yes, Nonna? I'm so nervous ..."

"You have every right to be. I have brought you something. You should wear it for the wedding."

"It's a bit late for ..."

"It's just a small pendant."

"Okay ..."

The old woman handed her a tiny piece of jewelry. A thin gold chain with a little painting of a saint attached. Gloria looked at the medallion. A bearded figure, crucified, but ... wearing a dress.

"What's that?"

The old woman had a serious expression:

"This is Saint Wilgefortis. She's our family's patron saint. She will protect you."

"Wait ... this is a woman?"

"She is, yes. A very good saint. Protects women in bad marriages."

"Um ... My marriage is going to be great!"

"Yes ... yes ... Better be safe, no?"

With these words, the old woman shuffled back out, causing the bride and her maids to exchange weirded out looks.

"Well then ..."

Joan put the chain around Gloria's neck and said:

"Whatever ..."

Then they were ready, and started their way to the wedding.



After their honeymoon in Florida, they moved together into their new house. True to form, John carried her over the doorstep, and then, right into the bedroom. It was incredible. The groom was all over her, and Gloria couldn't help squeaking in delight as he did his thing.

It was quite amazing.

Soon, Gloria settled into her life as a married woman, making sure their home was in great shape, and ensuring that her husband was happy. It was a dream come true. John was generous in all things, took her to the cinema, the theatre and even the opera. He made sure they always had the best new appliances, and insisted that Gloria had enough money to dress according to the latest fashion.

After a bit of asking, he even bought Gloria a small car so she could do her shopping. It was all cute and red, and she adored it, calling it her Ladybug!

When Catherine and Julie came to visit, they were astonished!

Catherine took a sip of her coffee from the brand-new machine and asked:

"And he's making all of this money at his dad's building company?"

Julie frowned at her. There she was again, Catherine being nosy.

Gloria didn't mind.

"The business is running really well. They're building so many houses! I've seen some of the projects. They're going to be really great."

"Wow ... So ... are you going to move into a bigger house at some point?"

Julie was getting exasperated. Why was Catherine always like this?

"Don't answer that, Gloria! This house is amazing. I love it. Don't let Cat make you feel as if this is not great!"

Catherine rolled her eyes:

"I wasn't saying that ... I was just wondering ..."

Gloria just smiled, poured them more coffee and said:

"I'm way too happy with this place. But if you want to, we can take a little trip on the Ladybug and visit John at one of the sites. He has the list in his office upstairs, I'm sure we'll find him. Then we can surprise him!"

"Oooh!" Catherine was all for that. "I wanna see some nice buff young men, and I wanna ride in your car. It's so cute!"

Julie nodded. Catherine was annoying with her constant looking out for prospective husbands, but the car was great!



Soon later, the three young women climbed into the car and Gloria started it, giggling as she pressed down the gas pedal to make it roar a little.

Catherine laughed:

"Whoo, Gloria, be careful! The cops are going to think you're a wild one!"

Then they drove off.

Singing along to the radio, the trio drove to the first building site. Catherine craned her neck to see the nice construction workers, but ...

There were none. The place looked abandoned.

"Where is everybody?"

Julie looked too. It didn't look as if there was anything going on at this place. There was barely a sign that construction had started. Instead, there were a bunch of rather unsavory men hanging around close-by.

Julie retreated into the car, while Catherine observed from her seat. Gloria wondered whether she had the wrong address. No. It was correct.

She asked:

"Do you think there's a mistake?"

"I don't know? This place looks really suspicious."

"I'm going to ask them!"

"What? No!" Julie shook her head nervously. "Those men look ... like ... I don't know. They look bad."

"I want to know what's going on."

"Are you crazy?"

But Gloria had already gotten out of the car. Her two friends were horribly nervous and aware that they couldn't drive the car. Maybe they could lock themselves in? What had gotten into Gloria? This was completely insane!

Their friend reached the men and asked:

"Hello. I'm looking for my husband's building site?"

One of the men looked at her, took in her figure and her dress, then grinned rather sleazily.

"There's nobody here. I think you got the wrong spot."

He wasn't aggressive or anything, but his looks made her uncomfortable, and Gloria realized she might just have made a horrible mistake.

"Are you sure? He's John Russell, his dad owns the company. Herbert Russell?"

Suddenly, there was a change in the men's expressions. They seemed tense now.

"Russell, you say? As in Ercole Russo?"

"Yes, that was his name in the Old Country."

"Oh. And you're his daughter-in-law?"

"Mhm. That's right!"

Without thinking, she showed them the ring. The first man nodded:

"Okay, Mrs. Russo, I mean, Russell ... We haven't seen your husband or any building crew here, but ... we're happy to meet you and we hope you didn't feel uncomfortable."

Gloria could swear one of the other men adjusted his tie.

In the end, the men accompanied her to the car, made sure they were alright, and the one she talked to even wiped a smudge of dirt from the paintjob.

As they drove away, Julie asked:

"What was that?"



The next months were wonderful!

Gloria managed to ignore the strange experience at the building site, and the girls never brought it up, so things were perfectly fine. She did notice, however, that John was evasive when it came to his job. Sometimes, he would come home very late, and on occasion, he would stay out all night. He usually apologized by bringing home a little piece of jewelry or quite a few flowers, but he never explained what was going on.

Also, after several months, she started to wonder. They were enjoying themselves in bed, but she had certainly expected to be pregnant by now. The fact that she wasn't was making her nervous.

As she was sitting together with Catherine and Julie, enjoying an afternoon coffee and some tiramisù, she asked:

"Um ... I have a stupid question ..."

The two other girls were a bit surprised by this announcement. Catherine raised an eyebrow:

"Okay, what is it?"

Julie just looked at her intently.

"It's ... How long does it normally take for someone to get pregnant?"

This was met by a bit of blushing. Then Julie said:

"It depends. How often have you been doing it?"

"Weeell ... A lot, I guess? John wants a lot of kids, so we're doing it almost every day? Even when I'm not really in the mood. He says it's really important for him. And my mom ... she also wants it. So ..."

Catherine shrugged.

"Normally, it shouldn't be much of a problem. My nana told me to see how often I am ... you know ... and to count the days. Then, if it's always the same number, she said it was two weeks before the next time you ... bleed."

"Ah."

Julie nodded:

"Yes. That's what I heard too. That's what my older sister uses so she doesn't get pregnant. She says three are enough, thank you."

Catherine grinned:

"Those three especially. Three boys! The poor woman."

Julie agreed:

"I'm all for having kids, but ... sometimes I wonder whether it wouldn't just be easier to not have them? And maybe, you know, see the world?"

Gloria shook her head:

"That's not an option. I don't want to disappoint John. And I want kids! It's just, you know, not happening?"

Julie helped herself to another piece of tiramisù.

"Have you tried to talk to a doctor? I heard there's this fertility wizard in Upstate New York. My uncle said he can knock up a piece of drywall."

The two other women blushed. They didn't know what Julie was saying, and neither did she, but it sounded gross and wildly inappropriate.

"Maybe I should try that ... It's just that it would mean a lot to him ..."

Catherine sighed:

"Just keep on trying. And maybe get yourself checked at the gynecologist. Maybe it can get fixed?"

Gloria nodded. She felt deeply unhappy about this situation.



It was a slow, creeping feeling. It started of as an afterthought. First, there was just this tone of disappointment in John's voice. Every month that passed made it clear that they wouldn't have any kids. She really tried. She read books. She talked to her gynecologist. She talked to one of the old women her mother had suggested.

Nothing helped. Again and again, nothing.

The doctor told her everything was fine. The old woman asked her again and again to describe how they were doing it, and with crimson ears, Gloria tried to explain. And it should be working.

It didn't.

John grew distant first. He would stay at work later. Then, he would spend the evenings away. Then the weekends. It was disturbing. Whenever she saw him, he seemed to despise her. Gloria felt deeply hurt.

Eventually, she couldn't bear it anymore. She had to talk to him.

It took a while until she managed to catch him. The first step was to feed him. Her grandmother always insisted that men were much easier to deal with with full stomachs, so she prepared a copious dinner.

This, at least, he ate.

He wasn't nice, friendly or even able to hold up a conversation, but at least, he was there.

Then, after he leaned back, happy from all the food, she asked:

"What can I do to make this right?"

John stared at her.

"Get pregnant."

She looked down.

"You know I can't. Can we ... adopt a kid? We could raise it as our own ... It'd be ours."

He snorted:

"No way. I'm not going to get any bastard in my family. No chance."

"... But ... what else could I do? John, I did everything I could. It doesn't work ..."

Her eyes were filling with tears. She tried to hold them back. She wanted to appear calm. To keep her dignity.

"You should try harder then. Or ..."

He didn't say it, but she heard it. Her answer came in a quiet voice.

"You wouldn't ..."

"I don't see any point otherwise."

Her eyes were hurting from keeping them open like this. She felt her hands shake, so she gripped the table to control herself.

"... What ... what if it's ... it's ..." Her voice dropped even lower. "What if it's on your side?"

The moment she said this, Gloria wanted to catch those words and shove them back into her mouth. She could see as she spoke that John's face was turning into a mask of cold fury.

He got up. He walked over to her. His hand struck her face, throwing her to the ground with the whole chair.

She landed on the carpet, too stunned by the sudden brutality to even process the pain. She looked up to him, trying to understand, but instead, he came down and hit her. And he hit her again. And again.

Confused, panicking, Gloria raised her hands to protect her face. She screamed as he hit her, but the house was far away from any help, and besides, who would come?



The next day, John brought flowers and chocolate. He had left after he beat her, and had spent the night at some other place, maybe a hotel?

As he walked into the bedroom where Gloria was recovering from the ordeal, her body still hurting all over, he said:

"I hope you recover quickly. Please learn your lesson."

She stared at him in confusion and frustration.

"What do you mean?"

She had expected an apology, or even better, for him to disappear forever. Certainly not flowers!

"You made me do this by provoking me for no good reason. That's not what I expect from a smart woman like you."

"I ... I didn't provoke you ..."

Her voice got quieter as she saw the look on his face.

"I would rather you apologized, Gloria. That would be acceptable as a good wife."

She shivered. What happened to John? Had he only concealed this? Had she not noticed this change? Had he always been this way?

Or was it really her fault? Had she been out of line?

Slowly, she managed to say:

"I apologize ... I was out of line."

He smiled. It was not a nice smile, and completely devoid of softness or sympathy.

"A business partner of mine will come and visit tonight. I expect the house to be perfect, you will cook one of your excellent dinners, and you will be incredible, understood? I won't tolerate any of this nonsense from yesterday."

"Tonight? But I ..."

"Tonight. We'll come here at seven. Prepare everything, and make sure you look presentable."

She nodded slowly, the pain of her bruises returning at full power.



That evening, the house was perfect. Gloria put on a fake smile, wearing a proper evening dress, as well as some long gloves to hide the bruises on her hands, as well as a stole to hide those on her arms. John smiled at her, his expression full of power and control.

"You look perfect. Frank will be there in a moment. You will behave, understood?"

"I understand, John."

"Wonderful. Don't forget it."

That's when the doorbell rang. John went to open it and welcomed a broad-shouldered man in a double-breasted suit and coat. He handed his hat to Gloria, shook hands with John and, as soon as Gloria had put the hat on the rack and helped him out of his coat, greeted her with a bow and a kiss on her hand.

"You must be Gloria. John has told me wonderful things about you."

"He did?" She looked at her husband nervously.

"I assure you. Also, he told me that your cooking was excellent."

John grinned:

"Only one way to find out, Frank ..."

The broadly built man followed John to the dining room and received an aperitif. Soon after, Gloria served the first course and John poured everybody a glass of wine.

They ate together, the traditional meal order taking its course.

By the time they reached the dolce, Frank had loosened his tie and opened his vest, leaning back on his chair and breathing a bit heavily. John was in a similar situation, even though he managed to maintain his posture a bit better.

During the dinner, they had talked of work, although Gloria found the whole dialogue rather unsettling. There seemed to be a lot of things that remained unsaid. As if there were things the two men alluded to but never actually voiced. Also, Gloria tried to figure out in what business Frank was actually in. She was starting to understand what was going on, but everything inside her tried to dispel that thought.

John got up and asked:

"Digestivo, Frank? We can go out back while Gloria fixes coffee."

"That's an excellent idea."

"I have a very nice grappa we can take and enjoy. You'll ask me for a bottle for yourself."

Suddenly, Frank grinned at Gloria and said:

"I'll ask you for more than that."

John's expression was inscrutable. Soon, the two men stepped outside to drink their digestive, while Gloria disappeared into the kitchen to clean up the first part of the dishes. As she did, she untensed for the first time in the evening. It had all gone well, hadn't it?

While she worked, she was suddenly struck with curiosity. She stepped over to the window and opened it a little. Thankfully, she had recently oiled it with a bit of the grease from her sewing machine. The cool evening air felt great, but she could also hear the two men talk now. They were drinking and smoking, but kept their voices surprisingly low.

"... be my driver for this. I need a man with cold blood. Someone I can trust."

"Sure, Frank. I'm ready whenever you tell me."

"That's good to hear. We need the Lombardos to understand that we're in charge. They can play second fiddle, if they want, but I want them to leave our business alone."

"I'm sure they'll understand."

"Exactly. We'll be sending them a message."

"Just tell me when."

"I'll send my daughter with a message for your wife. You'll see. She's a charming girl, and I'm sure your wife will like spending time with her."

"Got it."

"Also ... Your wife doesn't have a job, right?"

"Of course not."

"And you don't have any kids."

That was a sore point and John didn't like this at all.

"No ..."

"Then your wife should work. A woman sitting around at home every day, not working, not taking care of anybody ... That's a surefire way for her to either cheat on you or to start drinking."

"You think so?"

"I know. My father used to say 'l'ozio è il padre di tutti i vizi'. We can't afford your wife to get busy."

"Okay, but what can I let her do?"

"I could use a housekeeper. Can she type?"

John hesitated.

"I ... I don't know ... She could learn it ..."

"Then she could be my secretary."

Gloria shivered. This Frank guy was terrifying. This calm ... This way in which he stated things with absolute certainty, making John obey him ... This was bad.

She expected John to put up some kind of resistance, but instead, her husband just nodded.

"Sure, Frank. I'm sure she'd be delighted."

"There. And as a part of her job interview, let's see whether she can make a good coffee!"

He laughed at his own joke and the men returned inside. Realizing that the coffee wasn't ready yet, she scrambled for the Bialetti.



The next day, she started working at Frank's place. This turned out to be a veritable villa, hidden in the hills above the city, and surprisingly well-guarded. There was roughly a half-dozen men in suits on the grounds at all times, making sure to protect Frank and his family from ... what exactly?

His family turned out to be just one person, his daughter Lucy. The young woman was tall, blond and beautiful, with a slim figure and an elegant demeanor. She was just two years younger than Gloria, and Gloria hoped to get along with her easily.

It was difficult, though. Lucy seemed to evade her constantly. Whenever Gloria came to deal with things at the mansion, cleaning, putting things in order or preparing something with the help of the other servants, Lucy would stay out of sight.

Either, she would be out riding, or she would be studying, or she was at the country club playing tennis. Gloria barely managed to exchange a word with her.

Instead, Frank came very close. And he got intimate.

As Gloria was busy organizing Frank's folders in his office at home, the man came in and declared:

"You look incredible, Gloria, you know that?"

She was standing on a stepladder, wearing a long dress and a long-sleeved blouse, with her hair tied up in a bun, and she definitely didn't feel incredible. More than that, Frank was making her uncomfortable. For a few days since she worked at the villa, she had felt happy to be out of her home, but that happiness had instantly fallen apart as the man had decided to abuse the situation.

"I ... I have no idea, Mister Puglisi ..."

"Oh yes, you are very beautiful. John has excellent taste."

He came closer. Gloria was on the stepladder, unsure of how to get away from him now.

Just as he was about to touch her, they heard Lucy at the door of the office.

"Are you here, Dad?"

Frank smiled wickedly at her and turned away, while still adding a lecherous grin.

"I'm here, Lucia, just ... helping Gloria with the folders."

The young woman raised an eyebrow, then said:

"Whatever. Um ... Mrs. Russel? Could you help me for a moment? I'm sure Dad can finish this on his own."

The man glared at his daughter while still maintaining that rigid smile. Gloria was very eager to join her and jumped off the stepladder, then walked over to Lucy as quickly as she could without running.

"Come with me."



Moments later, the two women were in Lucy's suite and the young woman locked the door behind her. Gloria was exhausted:

"Thank you for saving me, Lucy."

The blond woman's expression was grim.

"I won't be there all the time. You should get your husband to allow you to quit. This is not safe at all."

"I know, I already told him, but he said something along the lines of 'I have to get into Frank's good graces'. And he said I needed to go through with it."

The other woman sighed.

"I'm afraid those two are going to make our lives even more miserable. Do you have any idea what we could do?"

Gloria just shook her head:

"I don't know ... All I can do is pray."

"Pray? I don't believe in that anymore."

"My grandmother gave me this to protect me."

Gloria took out the necklace with the saint's pendant on it.

The other woman looked at the little painting and gave her a look that was both bemused and irritated.

"That ... is something."

"It's all I can think of at this point."



Over the next weeks, Frank kept closing in on Gloria, and if it weren't for Lucy's constant vigilance, she would have been at his mercy. The situation was getting incredibly stressful to her. When she came home after this, John would constantly try to figure out what had happened. Of course, Gloria kept insisting that she just did her work there, but she found that he was torn between the wish to please his master and his jealousy.

At home, he constantly hovered around the subject, asking for details on the things she worked on, trying to find some error in her story that would allow him to judge her. It was exhausting. Gloria would have liked this attention if it had been in good faith, but like this?

She was getting terrified, but at the same time, Frank's attention meant that John could no longer touch her. The idea that he would "damage" the woman his boss wanted was enough to make him control himself. To Gloria, it was a relief, but a weak one.

Gloria also realized that John craved Lucy, and that he would come and pick her up with his car only to catch a glimpse of her. The first time, the boss' daughter had accompanied Gloria to the car, and she could see that her husband's eyes were trying to completely devour her.

Every night, Gloria would pray to God that she would be saved from this. There had to be some way ...

More than once, she caught herself imagining putting poison into John's coffee, his food, his toothpaste ... Anything to be rid of him. The same with Frank. What if she served him a homemade dessert with just a little bit of cyanide? Sure, the cops would eventually figure it out, and the punishment at the hands of the Family would be terrible, but the fantasy was enough to give her strength, even if she recoiled at the idea of such a sin.

Then, one Sunday, she was sitting in the confessional as the priest opened the window. Sighing, she started:

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."

"What happened, my child?"

"Again, I have imagined killing."

"I expected as much."

"I struggle with it every day. I don't want to murder them, but just thinking about it ... it helps me to bear this."

"My child, I understand, but you mustn't give in to the temptation. Suffer in dignity, and the Lord will reward you in eternal life. It's your lot since the days of Adam and Eve, but Jesus Christ will give you the strength to bear this load."

"That's all well and good, Father, but ... if my husband's boss ... He will make me break my vows, won't he? What happens then? Can't anybody help me? Lucy can't be around all the time!"

The priest sighed.

"Take strength in your prayers, and know that the Lord forgives all sins that one honestly regrets."

She stared at the screen that separated them. Then she thanked the priest half-heartedly and left.

This was no help whatsoever.



The evening came. She ate dinner with Lucy and Frank, and while they were eating, the large man casually noted:

"By the way, Gloria, we won't be seeing John in a while. There was a problem, he took care of it, and now, he'll have to lay low for a while."

"A problem?" It took her a moment to understand what Frank was talking about.

"Yes. John has proven himself to be reliable. That's good for his career, but it means that it'll take some time to clear these things up. Make sure everybody remembers the events in the correct order."

Lucy shivered. Gloria took a deep breath.

"When can I see him again?"

"As I said, these things take time. Probably half a year." He grinned. "I think your love will overcome the separation."

Gloria rubbed her temples.

"I'm sorry, Frank, but ... I'd like to turn in early. I ... I need time to deal with this."

Lucy nodded:

"Don't worry. I'll take care of the dishes."

Frank continued eating, still looking at Gloria. She knew what would happen ...



She excused herself from the table as fast as possible, then went up to the guest room, trying to project as much calm as possible. She could have gone home ... but here, she at least had Lucy. The other woman would maybe protect her.

Gloria shut the door behind her and quickly locked it.

She had to figure something out. She needed a place where she could be safe! But where could she go? She wondered whether she should try and call Julie. Her friend had always been cautious about this. Maybe she would understand ...

Then again, did she really want to involve Julie in this? Her family were respectable people, but ... dragging them into this affair could be very dangerous! Frank was a powerful and utterly ruthless man, and the idea that Gloria could direct his wrath at Julie and her sister ...

Just thinking about this made her sick.

She shivered. What if she just ran away? If she climbed out of the window, she could maybe cross the gardens, and then ... then what? If she even managed to get the gate open, where would she run? Go to another mansion? How ridiculous! If the people here weren't in cahoots with Frank, they would certainly not approve of a young woman running around in her day clothes, no shoes, no coat, no hat!

This place was a prison. Even if she managed to get out, even if she walked all the way to the city, and that would take several hours, probably, what were her options? She had no money, she couldn't just travel on her own, and even if she did, she highly doubted Frank would leave this be. He would probably send one of his henchmen to pick her up ...

That's when she heard his heavy footsteps outside.

Her hands started to shake.

She switched off the lights and tried to hide in the darkest corner of the room. For a moment, she thought about just climbing out of the window, but this was quite high up and what if she hurt herself?

Frank's heavy hand pushed down the door handle.

"Gloria! Open the door."

His voice was calm and forceful.

The young woman tried to make herself as small as possible, then she started praying. She took the amulet and closed her fist around it as hard as she could. To herself, she begged:

"Please, God, please, Jesus, please, Mother Mary, even you Saint Wilgefortis ... Please save me from this. Please, please, please ... I beg you!"

There was a bang on the door.

"I have a key, you know?"

Gloria heard Frank insert it and turn it, then the door swung open. She could see the broad-shouldered man's silhouette in the frame.

"Please, Saint Wilgefortis, if you really are the patron of our family, help me! Please help me!"

The man came closer now.

"Enough with the stupid games." Once he noticed what she was doing, he laughed. "Seriously? Now you're praying? Begging God to save you? A woman like you?" He undid his belt and pulled it out. "I assure you, no one is coming to your aid."

He let the belt whip out and grabbed her with his large hand.  Gloria tried to push him away, to break his grasp.

"No! No! Go away!"

Suddenly, they heard Lucy scream behind him.

"Father! Please, stop!"

The big man turned to his daughter and roared:

"Go to your room and shut up! Or I'll make you!"

The other young woman wanted to say something, but Frank's gaze was so unsettling, she shied away, terrified. She looked away, whispering an "I'm sorry, Gloria ..."

Gloria tried to run. Maybe she could just ...

Too late.

Frank's strong arm shot out and caught her by the neck. With all his might, he slammed her to the ground, stunning her. Gloria's head was hurting.

She wanted to scream for help, or at least against the pain. Instead, she saw some strange light emanate from the ceiling. It was golden and very bright, and she was sure that she heard strange chants. Had she died? Had she just hurt her head? What was going on?

An unearthly choir was singing.

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord! Praise, praise, praise the Lord! He truly is the Lord of Hosts!"

Gloria stared at the light, and Frank stopped in what he was doing. He seemed confused, unable to speak.

Amidst the light, Gloria saw swirling rings of angels, burning wheels, eyes, heads of infants chanting hymns ...

She wondered whether she was going mad.

Then, amidst all of this insanity, she saw a woman descend some stairs, dressed in blue, her face obscured by golden light. She had a massive blond beard and thick eyebrows, her veiled hair cascading out over her shoulders.

The woman extended a hand, then a finger, and she set it on the young woman's forehead.

The chanting grew more intense.

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord! Praise, praise, praise the Lord! He is the Beginning and the End, the Alpha and the Omega!"

Gloria felt an incredible strength surge through her. Without thinking, she pushed Frank away, and the sudden explosion of power sent the bigger man flying.

She got back to her feet, feeling woozy, then she stumbled to the door.

As she approached it, she saw Lucy's eyes open wide.

Something was deeply wrong ...