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Nadia waited close to the school, a little away from the rest of the students. She didn’t want to be seen. After all, she hated all those superficial assholes. Yes, she knew she was fat and she had no style, no fashion sense, not even good grades. The others either ignored her or picked on her. This was Nadia’s last school year and now, she just wanted it to end. Then, finally, she would be free.
She had vowed herself that she would use the summer to fix her life, but that hadn’t worked. At all. Instead, things had grown even worse. She was fatter than ever, even less fit and looked completely lost. The only thing that kept her strong was knowing that Alisha would be here for her. She was just as out of shape and bad at fashion as her. They were both ugly and stupid, but at least, they could be ugly and stupid together.
Where was Alisha anyway? She should have been there minutes ago!
They had phoned and messaged over the summer and Alisha had confirmed that things were going to be better this year. Ha. For a moment, Nadia got very nervous and had some very dark thoughts. No. Alisha would come any moment now.
That was weird. Nadia knew Alisha’s gait. She would recognize it anywhere. And this girl … She walked just like her friend, but she had a completely different shape.
“Hi, Nadia! Sorry for being late!”
Nadia stared at the waving figure that suddenly sped up and grabbed her, embraced her and cuddled her.
“Aah! Who? What?”
She looked at the other girl and it took her a moment to recognize her friend.
“Alisha? What happened?”
The other young woman was remarkably fit now. Nadia stared. Alisha had shed a lot of weight and firmed up tremendously. She looked like a completely new person. She had her hair done and looked cute and fit now. Her outfit was still classic Alisha, with a big, shapeless t-shirt that said “Awkward Unicorn Power” and some sweatpants, but she was otherwise much better looking.
She smiled and said:
“I … I had a good summer and yeah. You look fine too!”
“I don’t. You look amazing, but I … I wasted the whole summer.”
“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Let’s get inside!”
“Okay …”

Nadia observed the much better-looking girl next to her getting looked at by their co-students. There was a lot of surprised faces, some admiration, even some questions. Alisha dodged them easily, focusing on getting everything in order.
Nadia couldn’t take her eyes off her. This was completely insane. How did that even work? She asked her friend again and again to spill her guts, but Alisha always got away with changing the subject or just smiling it away.
In class, Nadia got reprimanded for still trying to get Alisha to talk, but she didn’t care. She just needed to know.
It was to no avail. They spent the day together and as they left school, she tried once more:
“Alisha, you gotta tell me how you did this! I need to know. I’ll do anything you want. Seriously!”
“Girl, I just don’t … Look. This worked for me, but I’m not sure … Let’s just let it be for now.”
“Fine! What a great friend you are!”
“Hey! I’m …”
“No, whatever. You’re just like the others. Just wait. You’ll start laughing about me in no time!”
“Nadia, no. Please … I’ll …”
She stormed off. She was furious! Why couldn’t her friend just share her thing with her? After all these years! Bah!
Things stayed this way for the next week, only getting worse along the way. At first, Nadia tried to entice Alisha to tell her her secret. Then she begged her. That didn’t work either. She began to spy on her, but things got only more secretive and confusing. Alisha kept to herself a lot, always getting changed first or last in PE and still sticking to her covering outfits. It was clear that she was slimmer and fitter than ever before, but she certainly didn’t advertise it.
However, her better fitness was something that didn’t pass unnoticed. As her sports skills improved, she got the attention of the cheerleader squad and the soccer team. They were all very much interested in hiring her, but Alisha stayed away from them too.

This was all starting to look very suspect to Nadia. She started following her friend around discreetly, trying to figure out her secret. It was strange and somewhat obsessive, since they already spent quite a bit of their time together and then Nadia would add a bit of spying for good measure. She did feel stupid after a while.
Now, as far as she could tell, Alisha used some kind of diet pills but she always made sure that she was alone before taking them. She also disappeared into the school bathrooms a lot and did who knew what in there. Nadia decided she had to find out more about those pills. She tried to get an empty bottle of them when Alisha threw it away, but it was just a non-descript container.
This was getting curiouser and curiouser. In the end, she couldn’t stand it anymore. After a few weeks of spying and trying to figure out what was going on, she finally broke down. Nadia faked being sick, waited for her parents and brother to leave and snuck to Alisha’s house. She found it empty and scrambled clumsily to the backyard, her out of shape body making this both awkward and a little humiliating. Still, she discovered a way inside and somehow managed to climb into Alisha’s window.
There, she took a moment to recover. She just laid on the floor and breathed, hoping for her heart rate to go down again. This had been a horribly bad idea and she should never, never have done this!
Eventually, she managed to roll on her stomach and crawl to her friend’s nightstand. There, she started looking for those pills.
It took her a moment to find them. They were surprisingly well-hidden. Also, they looked suspicious. There was no label on them and the pills were as non-descript as possible. Nadia sighed. Okay, that stuff was probably dangerous. God knew where Alisha got it from.
Still, it worked, so she wanted some of this too. The pill bottle was rather big and still quite full, so Alisha probably wouldn’t miss any if Nadia took a few with her. She reached inside and extracted five, no, seven of them. Shaking the bottle, she made it look as if nothing had happened and put it back. She put the pills into the pocket of her jacket and took off again as fast as she could.
When she caught her breath again, she couldn’t believe it. She had just broken into her best and only friend’s house and had stolen her stuff. Just how pathetic was that?
On the other hand, she did have those amazing pills now. If they worked even half as good on her as they did on Alisha, she was going to be so much better!

At home, she tried to find out how to use them, but once she realized she wasn’t making any progress, she decided to take her chances. She decided to try one pill every evening. That would work. If anything felt wrong, she’d switch the dosage. No problem.
That evening, she turned in early, took one of the pills out, put it in her mouth and washed it down with a glass of water. Yuck. That stuff was super gross. She had to eat a piece of chocolate to get rid of the aftertaste. Once she finished the bar, she laid on her bed, feeling guilty. Yeah. So that had happened again.
She hated herself. Maybe she could just do a little exercise? That would calm her bad conscience and maybe those pills helped too. She checked on the net and found some simple training routines to try. Planking was first. She got into position, her heavy breasts hanging down between her arms. Her belly almost touched the floor. She felt even more ashamed now. Still, she stuck to it and managed to keep it up for forty seconds before collapsing on the floor. That was shit!
She did the next thing. She got on all fours and lifted her opposite arms and legs in turn. That was much easier. Then came more complicated exercises. Some side-planking, and those weird circular crunches. None of them went particularly well. She failed most of the exercises, but at least, she didn’t get hurt.
At last, Nadia decided that it was enough. She got back on her bed, fired up her phone and started watching a show she liked. While she did, she started to feel … horny.
Okay, that was something that did occasionally happen to her, especially if she watched her favorite anime, but just like this? Hm. She tried to focus, but eventually, her hand went south and she started to masturbate. It felt nice. Good, even.
That night, she had the wildest dreams. She was flying, soaring through the air and she was amazingly, incredibly horny. Wow. When she woke up, she felt disappointed. However, after a few moments of thinking about her dreams, she started fingering herself again.
Only when her mom reminded her of school did she manage to get her ass into gear. As she got dressed, she could have sworn that she looked a little firmer. Did those pills really work?

[JohnDoe1974]

do you have another story like rivals or waiting for corinne, where they becomes so big they have great problems or couldn´t move?

[El_Roy_1999]

do you have another story like rivals or waiting for corinne, where they becomes so big they have great problems or couldn´t move?

Sure!
There's Eulogy - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/741517 and
To the Limit - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/770003
It's also a plot point in By the Cold Sea  - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/605475

Of course, you can always commission me for your own personal custom-made story!

[El_Roy_1999]

Something a little more traditional: Female muscle growth, not too realistic and nice to watch!

Accelerano
Amelia is tired of being fat and out of shape. Happily, there's a new wonder drug which promises to fix her problems in no time. As could be expected, things get out of hand very soon!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/991972

[El_Roy_1999]

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Amelia stared at the screen of her phone. She knew she was being stupid. She knew this was a scam. And a stupid one to that. Seriously, who could even believe in this? The commercials were so idiotic, it could not work. If it did, they wouldn’t have to be so … obvious about it.
She shook her head. Was she really this desperate? She looked down at herself. Of course, lying on the couch was even less flattering than anything else. She looked like a blob. She was incredibly overweight … No. She was fat. Pure and simple. She had tried to sugarcoat it in her teens, but now that she was in her mid-twenties, she had to accept it. She was fat and blobby and repulsive. No wonder she was still single! She would still be a virgin if she hadn’t fucked some stupid drunk idiot at a party at college. She definitely hadn’t enjoyed that and had had no intention of ever repeating it.
There was this sting, though. She wanted to be beautiful, to feel sexy, to be desired … The best would be if people in the street would look after her, rubberneck themselves into the hospital, get into car crashed, just to catch a peek. Right now, all she was causing was ogles of disgust.
At least it felt that way. Her best and only friend Emma kept telling her that she should just try and be more assertive, to play on her strengths and then, maybe …
Fuck that.
She looked at the screen again.
Accelerano.
That was the name of the wonder drug that everybody was talking about. The people who made it claimed that it sped up natural fat burning and built muscles with no negative side effects! Just ten minutes of light exercise a day and, tadaa! Instant beauty!
Amelia couldn’t believe it, but … It was tempting. And it wasn’t too expensive either. At worst, she would have blown a bit of her cash on some stupid sugar pills. At best, she would be like one of those women …
She groaned. Amelia was painfully aware that she was overthinking this. She had to …
Tick.
Her finger left the screen. She groaned, smiling at her own gullibility. Fuck. She got up from the sofa, got dressed and went to work, still sighing because of that stupid decision.

To her surprise, the package was there already when she came home. Now she was excited! She grabbed it, ran inside her house, cut it open and extracted the contents, spreading them on her kitchen table. There was a big bottle full of pills, a folder that explained the best use of the drug and some recommended exercises and a leaflet advertising the Accelerano Lifestyle Challenge.
“Post your transformation with the Accelerano Lifestyle and win a new wardrobe to fit your new body!”
She rolled her eyes at the picture of the fat, slobby woman on the left, with her oversized t-shirt and cardigan combo and the super-tight, super-stylish fitness lady on the right. God, that woman was gorgeous. Wasn’t the same woman, though, probably.
However, it just might work. She decided to go for it. If it didn’t work, as could be expected, she would just delete the pictures and never ever talk about them again. She put on her training outfit and snapped a selfie. God, how she loathed herself on this! The dangling, huge, yet flat tits, the flap of fat almost hanging over her crotch, the thick wings of grease under her arms … Yuck.
Amelia looked at the folder again. Checking her weight and height, she found that she should take four pills every evening, then exercise for ten minutes. After eight days, she should start losing weight quickly and build up muscle. Eight days! She shook her head. Much too long.
She checked the net to see if there were any workarounds for quicker results.
“They say that you’re only supposed to take three pills a day at my weight, but I tried six and it worked great. Amazing results in just four days!
“I tried two pills a day for a week and it was nice, but nothing to write home about. Then I raised the dosage and got up to six a day and that did the trick.”
“A friend of mine, who I already super slim, went up to eight pills a day for maybe half a week and … Yeah, incredible!”
Amelia unscrewed the top of the bottle and took out a handful of the little green pills. Slowly, she started counting them out. Thirty-two pills. Eight times the dosage. That was a fucking lot! Well, big problems need big solutions.
She got herself a big pitcher of water and started downing the pills. By the time she was done, she felt nervous, but also excited. This would be great! At least if it worked …
She put on her still pristine running shoes, slipped into her exercise jacket and started into the dusk, jogging at first, but soon falling into a run.

It turned out to be a very bad decision. In no time, her body was rebelling, sweating profusely, soaking her clothes and shoes. She was aching all over, her legs felt as if they were burning, her arms stung, her heart was beating up to her throat and her stomach was cramping up in every way. She felt horrible!
However, for the first time in her life, Amelia didn’t immediately give up. Instead, she clenched her jaws, fought down the urge to hurl and soldiered on, her fat body wobbling and shaking. She felt ridiculous, and the agonizing pain did nothing to increase her comfort.
This was hell!
She ran on, her sprint turning back into a jog, then into a kind of stumbling run. Still, she didn’t stop. She closed her eyes tight, the sweat burning as it soaked her face. She just managed to open to make sure she didn’t drop off the side of the road. She was hot now, the inside of the jacket sweltering. Amelia wanted to throw up, to stop herself and this idiotic quest for some miracle cure. If this was what it took to get slim, she could just as well have joined a gym!
But she continued. Although her body was just a mass of jiggling pain now, with every awkward step sending pulses of hurt through her muscles, she went on and on. She climbed that stupid, pointless little hill behind her street and went up and up, the sweat in her shoes squelching with every step. The gravel slipped under her soles and she had to be careful not to slip and fall.
She was not only in pain, she also felt ridiculous. Amelia was just happy it was so dark because no one would see her humiliate herself!
At last, she reached the top of the knoll and collapsed on the grass. She laid there for a while, the sweat quickly cooling her body. Her heart was still pumping like crazy. She could hear its thumping up to her skull. Was she going to have a heart attack now? Was this her moment to die?
She was cold, she was exhausted and she was miserable.
Worst of all, she was also far away from home. It might actually only have been a couple of blocks, but to Amelia, it felt like the other end of the world right now. She felt the urge to throw up.

Then, slowly, she recovered. Her body was hurting all over, but at least, she was alive. She got to her feet carefully, muscles she had never felt suddenly exploding into pain. She staggered home, occasionally pausing for breath. Her entire body was wet and cold and hurting. She was so glad she didn’t meet anyone on her way back.
Finally, she reached her house, unlocked the door as she shivered and ran inside, shoes and all. Well, “ran” might be a big word. She more or less stumbled into her bath and tore the sweat-filled running shoes from her feet.
She felt sick from the exhaustion, but at the same time, she was incredibly relieved to be back in a safe, non-disgusting place. That’s when she noticed her calves. Somehow, they had become slimmer. Suddenly wide awake and a bit hectic, she pulled down her sweatpants as fast as she could, the drenched fabric reluctantly getting off her skin.
Amelia could feel her heart jump as she understood what had happened.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck yeah!

[El_Roy_1999]

So here it is. The whole thing. All 120,000 words of it.

New Life
Ava's dad died a year ago. She went to college, glad to get some space. When she came back, she found out that her mom took up bodybuilding. She joins her and things change!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), height growth, breast expansion, superpowers, tentacles, mind control, male to female transformations and age progression. All characters are over 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/995111


 

[El_Roy_1999]

Here's a new story, featuring some nice feats of strength!

The Break-In

The gangsters hide their best roids and supplements in their compound, so Danielle decides it's heist time! Once there, she decides to try some of the stuff. And it works wonders!
This work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), feats of strength and breast expansion. All characters are over 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/996949

[El_Roy_1999]

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Tonight was a new moon. It was perfect for the heist. Danielle surveyed the area. The place was mostly abandoned. Only a few guys patrolled the surroundings, trying to look inconspicuous. It was clear they were trying to blend in, after all, the stuff they were guarding was illegal. Danielle knew that it was extremely risky to rob the Cartel, but her lust for muscle was getting the better of her. If those tales about the fantastic experimental steroids they were creating there were true, this was the perfect opportunity. As far as she could tell, the Cartel people were all in church right now, leaving only a skeleton crew.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Nate’s voice.
“So, are we doing this?”
She rolled her eyes:
“Let me take a good look first. We don’t need any surprises.”
Nate was one of her “little guys”, as she called them. They were bodybuilders just like her, but men, and actually a bit bigger and taller than her. However, she had somehow managed to push these guys down so hard they had literally turned into servants for her. She was still impressed how she had managed to do this.
The little guys went out of their way to please her and each one was bringing his special skills into their relationship. Nate was the dumbest of the lot, but he had a big cock and fucked like a young god. The others were Emilio, who was her personal computer whiz and took care of her social media and online accounts, earning her a lot of her money, and Marcel, who was very wealthy and willing to support her every whim. The final one was Richie, who made her outfits and took care of her looks. This guy’s help was priceless.
Right now, she was wearing a camouflage suit of his design, which clung to her muscular physique and made her look like a secret agent from a video game. Or a fetish comic, for that matter. Her blazing red hair was concealed under a hood and she was just checking the entrances with her binoculars. Actually, they were Marcel’s, but what was his was hers.
“Okay, it’s time! Let’s go! Emilio, you know what to do!”
With these words, she climbed down the ladder on the side of the building, immediately followed by the boys. Emilio stayed back and activated the software to knock out the cameras and alarms.
They ran towards the compound’s fence with out being seen, then she put her back against it. Marcel showed up, the big mat in his hands. She boosted him up easily and he threw the mat over the barbed wire. Then he climbed over it as she pushed him up. Next was Nate, and then Richie. Once they were inside, they tossed her a line, she caught it and pulled herself up in one smooth movement.
Before she got into hardcore bodybuilding, Danielle had been an award-winning gymnast, and she still kept the flexibility and the skills.
She got on the other side and did a perfect landing. Then they all clambered into hiding. There, they waited. Nothing happened, no one had noticed them.
Very well.

Danielle pointed towards the main building. It was rather nondescript, but if the rumors were true, it contained one of the most impressive drug labs for steroids in the country. It was worth a try. She said:
“Okay, guys. It’s time for you to distract the guards. Do your thing as I told you and it will be incredible. I will be very satisfied. Got it?”
There were nods all around. They ran off and she headed for the big house.
She looked at it. There was the main door, which was secured by a massive lock and a thick bar made of steel. It was probably beyond her. She actually thought of something else: One floor up, there was a barred window which she could access easily. She’d try this one.
Suddenly, Richie shouted:
“Hey you fuckers! We’re here! Come and catch us!”
She sighed. God, those guys were so stupid! She just hoped they wouldn’t get killed.
Well, there was a lot to do now. As the guards left to look for her idiots, she ran to the side of the building, jumped, caught the top ridge and pulled herself up in a fluid motion, her well-trained muscles working as perfectly as ever. Up there, she immediately headed for the window and found the bars. She looked through them. The window was open, so at least she wouldn’t have to smash it. The bars, on the other hand …
Stretching her muscles for a moment, she found a good grip on them. She took a deep breath and pulled. Of course, at first, nothing moved. Each bar was a little thicker than her fingers, so these were quite resistant. She tried again. Fuck. This was hard.
Again!
She pulled and pulled. She had trained her grip strength for years, she had worked on her muscles, she should be able to bend those bars!
Danielle took a quick break. She shook her fingers to ease the pain.
Okay. Let’s try it again.

She grabbed the bars, took a breath and … pulled with all her strength. She felt the pain hit her, but she bit through it, forcing more and more of her power into this. She felt the steel cut into her fingers and her muscles strain and stretch, but she had to do this. She didn’t have much time, too. The boys were only distracting the guards for so long …
Then, at last, the metal gave way a little. She smiled through the pain and forced herself to pull harder. This would work!
Inch by inch, the metal surrendered to her strength. She did her best to ignore the pain that hit her and thought of the amazing body she’d build … This was hard, but it was worth it. That was what bodybuilding was all about. Greatness through suffering.
She bent the bars away and managed to produce an opening that was big enough for her to slip in.
Sighing in relief, she paused for a moment, then climbed inside.

[El_Roy_1999]

A final story for this year, involving body switching and muscle growth!

Old Soul Young Body
Mrs. Kane is getting old. Very old. She knows death is around the corner, but she has heard of a mystic, a strange woman who should be able to help her stave off the inevitable. She might even win the heart of that young man who's taking care of her.
his work of erotic fiction contains female muscle growth (FMG), breast expansion and body switching. All characters are over 18 years old.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/997743




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The Old Soul

“There you are, Mrs. Kane.”
“Thank you, Theo.”
He helps me back into my chair. I hate the chair. Sadly, walking is becoming a chore for me now. I can manage a short distance once in a while, but I get tired … To think that I once ran for my life! Well, not anymore. Today, I could only crawl, and only this very slowly. That’s the sad part they don’t tell you about growing old: It’s not the constant little pains and the forgetfulness that really bother me. It’s realizing that so many things you used to be able to do without thinking now take an effort to do right. Happily, I have my Theo. He’s a good boy. He’s big and he’s strong and he’s kind.
He's the son I always wished for. I didn’t have the pleasure, sadly. It wasn’t to be. Frederick, my husband, was very disappointed. I wouldn’t get him an heir, regardless of how many times we tried. But he was stuck with me and three daughters. It’s almost funny, isn’t it?
Neither of us got what we wanted from that marriage. He wanted a son and I wanted a loving husband. Ha!
Theo looks at me again. He’s hard not to like. He’s kind. I can tell from his eyes. That’s an advantage if you’re old and still got your wits together. You get good at spotting their constant little lies. This one, he’s honest. Which is why I hired him. His muscles and his cute butt might also have had something to do with it.
“Theo, I would like to rest a little now. Later on, I expect a visitor. Please bring her to my room when she arrives. Tell the maid to wake me beforehand.”
“Certainly, Mrs. Kane.”
“I wouldn’t know what to do without you …”
I put my hand on his wrist. It looks so small next to his big strong ones. Just touching him feels nice. For Theo, I always try to look my best. Lately, my best hasn’t been very good, though. As he walks away, I sigh. I lean back in my chair and relax. Before I close my eyes, I see that stupid oil painting again. Frederick had it painted for our wedding.
An oil painting! Imagine that. We were a beautiful couple, but the artist was a little too perceptive. He saw right through Frederick. There’s me, all young and cute, with my ginger locks and the freckles, still slim and straight in my wedding dress. I look like an idiot. I seriously believed in “happily ever after”. And there’s Frederick. He’s wearing his tuxedo, his gold watch, his big rings. I felt those rings a lot. Thinking about him makes me sick. The painter saw that streak in him and painted it right in.
I really need to get rid of this painting. Now that it’s going to end, I don’t need to be the grieving widow anymore, do I?

I must have fallen asleep.
It’s not surprising. I don’t sleep well at night anymore, so instead, I doze off during the day. Back in the Old Country, they had this old woman, she must have been a hundred years old. What was her name again? Baba … Baba Sarah? Baba Marfa? I forget.
She used to talk to animals and they would obey her. She also sold love potions and cursed the unfaithful husbands. Like all the young girls, I visited her once to get my future told. She also fell asleep just like that.
That old witch wasn’t wrong about my future either. I couldn’t tell you her name, but I still hear her words:
“You’ll go far, but it’ll all be for nothing. You’ll be blessed and cursed and your life will never be easy until your heart stops beating.”
I hated her for that prophecy, but she fell asleep before I even could say anything. The next day, the soldiers came and it was time to flee.
The maid looks at me.
“Mrs. Kane? Theo told me to wake you. Your guest has arrived.”
“Ah. Thank you, Gina.”
“I’m sorry, but my name’s Elizabeth.”
“Very well. Thank you anyway. I forget things.”
The young woman blushes. I try a smile.
“Don’t worry, it happens to the best of us. Would you help me get dressed?”
“Certainly, Mrs. Kane.”

The old woman comes in. I feel stupid thinking like this. She is at least ten years younger than me. She looks like a gipsy, though. A negro gypsy, even. I know, I know. These are words the young people no longer use. But I am old and I am rich, so I get to be awful in my own way. It’s the small pleasures that are left, such as being horrible to noisy children. They fear me, you know. It makes me chuckle. They think I am a witch! Ha! This one here, she is a witch. She looks like a clown.
However, should she know what she is doing, she will soon be a very wealthy one.
She comes closer. That one doesn’t need a cane. Not yet. But fear not, soon enough, you will be as infirm as I am. Thanks to Gina, no, Elizabeth, I manage to conceal my weakness and decrepitude. She even managed to get me into this dress. It’s like a tent now. She puts it on top of me and closes it in the neck. With the chair, I look regal.
Who am I fooling? I am an old, dying woman.
The witch looks at me and grins. A mouth full of gold teeth. Yes. That is a good sign. Back in the Old Country, those that had gold teeth were the survivors. You had to be tough to keep them. Maybe this woman is the real deal.
“Welcome, madame.”
She looks at me with clear eyes. She might be old, but those eyes are young and bright.
“Thank you for inviting me, Madame Kane.”
I like her voice. It’s deep, but melodious. Not like a man’s. I had a nurse once, she was very strong and useful. But she sounded like a bull in heat. I had to let her go. I couldn’t bear her grunting.
“Let’s dispense with the niceties, I am old and my time is short.”
“Of course. How may I help you?”
“I have heard that you are able to do magic and that you can make one become young again. Is that true?”
The witch chuckles. She shakes her head. It makes her jewelry jangle. This annoys me. The sounds blur in my mind. I adjust the hearing aid. She waits, probably knowing full well what I am doing. Then she answers:
“What is true? To make you young again, I am sorry to disappoint you. I cannot do this. No one can do this.”
I hide my disappointment. It was too good to be true. Of course it was. Those liars and cheats and charlatans with their tricks … I am about to switch off the hearing aid and have her leave when she says:
“There is a way, of course. There is always a way. But it is not the one you might think of now.”
I feel my throat ache. I break out into a series of coughs. They shake my body and I feel as if I am going to throw up. It takes a while for me to calm back down again. Strangely, I’ve been feeling detached of my body and my self lately. Maybe it is because of the inevitability of my death … Being rid of this body might be a blessing. Furiously, I lash out at her:
“What is it, then? Don’t waste my time, witch!”
She chuckles:
“Witch? Yes, that’s what people like you would call me … Fine, I’ll be a witch, then. So, about this … Why do you wish to be young again? Be honest. If you lie to me, you will not get what you want, but what you deserve.” She pauses, her jewelry rings. “And you wouldn’t want that. No, no.”
I am getting impatient. Honestly, right now, I want to throw this impertinent person out. She’s asking questions now? Who does she think she is? My hands tighten.
She is right, though. She is laying the finger right on the spot. Maybe she is worth it. Maybe she knows her stuff. I just have to be very careful that she doesn’t use her powers to trick me.
“I want to be young again, because I finally want to feel loved. You wouldn’t know it, but my husband has never been loving in the least. He tortured me with his brutality and carelessness. Happily, he cheated on me, so I didn’t have to deal with him all the time. Now, finally, I am old and I am going to die and I never felt love from another man.”
“Ah … We’re getting closer. This is making things clearer. Go on.”
I try to stop myself, but it is pouring out of me now. How is she doing this?
“When Frederick finally died, I was free. It took me a while to adjust, but I found Theo and he is very nice to me. Respectful, caring. Loving, in a filial kind of way. And now, I want to be loved by him. Like a woman, not like a grandmother or a corpse-to-be. I want to be lusted after. I want him to drool when he thinks of me. I want him to get hard in his pants when he fantasizes about me.”
I almost get up in my chair, there’s so much energy bursting through me right now. Of course, it’s all an illusion. I drop back on the cushion, breathing heavily. Then I cough some more. I hate, hate, hate this body …
The witch smiles.
“Yes. I can see it. It’s an understandable wish. A good one, too. Maybe, maybe I might be able to grant it.”
I barely manage to control myself:
“You could?”
“I could. But it would be stressful. It would take me months. Do you still have this much time?”
I nod. Probably. Hopefully, now.
“Good. It will be exhausting for me, so it will be expensive for you. You will have to find a woman your man desires and keep her around.”
“But how is that going to help me?”
She gives me an incredibly intense look. I almost shirk away from her. A kind of shiver runs down my body.
“You will become that woman. You will ride her until you tame her, and then, you will be her. And he will be yours.”
“Incredible.”
“Maybe. But I have done it before. If you are willing to commit, to give your all, it will work. If you are playing around, it will fail. You will die, lost forever.”
“No, no. I want this. Please! What do I have to do? Do you need anything other than money?”
I look at my fingernails. My hair maybe? The sad strands growing out of my scalp are a bad excuse for a haircut, regardless of what my hairdresser says.
“Ah, you know the myths. Well, there is something. When your body dies, I need your ashes. They will be a part of my payment.”
I hesitate. Getting cremated was not part of the plan. Then again, it won’t be my body anymore, won’t it?
“Good. I accept.”
“Wonderful.” The witch cackles and gets up slowly. “Get the woman, then I will begin.” As she walks towards the door, she stops. “Another thing. If you want to be in control once the ritual is completed, you need to ride her hard. Go easy on her, and it will be you who is ridden.”
I nod eagerly. My hands start to shake. I just might get what I want. Finally!

[El_Roy_1999]

Something different once in a while - wrestling!

The Snake
Secret underground bodybuilder wrestling league! Ana Paine vs. Brutus Invictus! Posing and fighting! Brawns and beauty! The Battle of the Century!
What more need I say ...
This work of erotic fiction contains male and female muscle and wrestling. All characters are over 18 years old.

Get it here!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000084

[manx422]

More stories like The Snake plz

[El_Roy_1999]

More stories like The Snake plz

I've a feeling that there will be a continuation!
Also, if you want, you can always commission me for more wrestling action.

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the fans of the ultra-big, ultra-monstrous women!

To the Bitter End
Katie is really bad at dealing with challenges. And if there's someone who thinks she can't double her bodyweight in muscle, well, joke's on him!
This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and body modification. All sexually active characters are at least 18 years old.

Get it here and enjoy!
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1000945



(This is the translation of a story previously available in German only.)

And a little preview:

“Katie, are you sure this is a good idea?”
Manny was almost intimidated. He knew his girlfriend tended to have intense ideas and she did like to try dangerous and frankly crazy things. This was part of her appeal. She wasn’t into extreme sports or anything, but she wasn’t the person to just say “no”. Just the opposite, actually. She loved stupid suggestions and challenges.
As a result, the Double-You-challenge was right up her alley. This was just another one of those things. She ended up in the depths of the dark web and looked for the strangest and most intense message boards. Manny was used to crazy stuff, but this was too much, even for him.
Not for her, though.
She loved it. She joined the discussions, held her opinions and picked fights with obviously insane people.
Not that Manny had much to complain. If he wanted to try something, it never was much of an issue. Katie was in on anything he suggested. She was of rather average height, she insisted on 5’9”, thin and blond and she had a bunch of stupid tattoos that she had acquired mostly through the same challenges. She was also pierced in many nice places, six studs in her tongue, two in her brows, septum, lips and the ears too. Obviously. She also sported a couple of tunnels.
For Manny, this was great. He was big, strong and hunky, tall, with short brown hair and a nicely shaved beard. Handsome. If he wanted to try something new, he just needed to say the magic words:
“I dare you.”
Obviously, other people had noticed too. On one of the bodybuilding message boards, they had the Double-You-challenge. The idea was simple. Double your own weight, but with muscles.
Somehow, no one had managed to do this, but there were a lot of people insisting that they were trying. The guys there were obviously quite the freaks and turned each other on with probably manipulated pictures. For Katie, this was something of a call to action. She joined in instantly, bragging along and finally declared that she could do it.
No problem.
Once the laughter died down and she was still there and insisted that she was serious, the guys joined in and declared:
“Fine, let’s do it. You get everything you need, but we get to watch. Okay?”
That was literally no problem for Katie.

So here they were. Manny had just taken the before pictures and Katie posted them. Then she grinned:
“You’ll see. This will be awesome!”
He looked at all those boxes and crates that filled their apartment. The stuff was covered in weird letters and didn’t look reassuring. She walked over to him, sank her hand down his track pants and kissed him:
“From what I heard, that stuff makes you really horny. I think you’ll enjoy this too, dear. Now stop grumbling and get to work!”
With a final grumble, he took the list the guys sent with the packages and said:
“Okay. So … this looks as if my granny’s drug list and a pack of alphabet soup had a kid, but if you really think …”
“Screw this! Come on!”
She pulled down her pants and showed him her ass.
“Hit me!”
He opened the boxes and extracted an impressive collection of syringes, shakes, powders, pills and bandages. Then he went to work.
Once she was pumped full of that stuff and grinning like a maniac, she went over to his training equipment and went to work. She had been training for a while now to maintain her figure, so now she mostly went for longer and more intense exercise. Manny hovered around her the entire time, ready to save her should she get hurt. She liked the idea, but at the same time, it was a little odd.
Anyway, as far as the plan went, she was supposed to do abs and legs first. Then a massage, and then eat, eat, eat.
She was okay with that.

[El_Roy_1999]

A short thing I did for Tigersan as a continuation of The Thin Woman (https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/826094).

Satanic Panic
Ever since Katrin rescued David, he's been obsessing about the strange, thin musclewoman. Now he decides to go all in to meet her again. She does have plans for him, though ...
This erotic fiction contains female muscle and extreme thinness. All characters are 18 or older.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1002127

[El_Roy_1999]

Dear readers!

I have finished a new story, which is more about belly inflation and pregnancies, but some of you might enjoy it anyway. There's a bit of breast expansion too, obviously.

Pregstasy
Patricia remembers that she used to be so happy when she was pregnant. Thankfully, there's this experimental drug that promises a safe and, well, massive pregnancy in no time. Soon, her daughter Kathy joins the fun. Chaos ensues ...
This erotic fiction contains extreme pregnancies, futa and breast expansion. All characters are 18 or older.

https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1003591



Here's a preview:

Dear diary!
I’m not sure how to start this, but here you are. I am now finally, successfully, incredibly studying organic chemistry at Lukesville University. Incredible! It took forever to get accepted and I had to move halfway across the country to come here, but this is going to be amazing anyway!
I’ve been preparing all summer, and I sure hope the classes are going to be interesting. I should be able to focus on that stuff, because I have literally made my home here. No, it’s not just some tiny apartment or a bunk bed in a dorm. I am staying with Aunt Patricia!
It's a cool thing and something of a coincidence. You see, Patricia’s daughter Kathy used to be my babysitter years ago. I mean, she was only twelve years older than me, but since Patricia and Kathy lived next door, my mom asked them if Kathy was interested. She was, and now, all those years later, I am staying with her mom.
I’m paying for my room, of course.
I wouldn’t want to force her into anything by giving her a bad conscience. That would be horrible. She can really use the extra money, too. Her husband died and she’s just been getting by, renting out some extra rooms in her house.
My parents have decided to make this a good deed and they just might be paying a little extra.
The thing is, I think my mom and dad are a bit afraid about how I’m going to do in college. With my … special situation … they don’t want me to get bullied. When we moved to the coast, people were more understanding, but here, things might get a little uncomfortable.
People around here aren’t used to hermaphrodites. Actually, very few people are. The condition is very rare, and most of the time, the parents just decide to go one way or the other. My parents were hippies, though. They had me very late in life and they wanted me to make my own way without me living out their dreams.
So I got to keep both my penis and my vulva. And this is where I blush: I like them both. I just don’t flaunt them. When people see me, they see that tiny redhead, all short and slim. I always dress down because I don’t want to draw any attention to me. Even when I’m going swimming, I wear a kind of burkini. Not with a cap or anything, but I don’t want people to see my bulge. The thing is, my … cock … is pretty big. Like not porn star big, but, to quote my best friend:
“Hung.”
Which is why I’m not showing too much skin. Especially not, if there could be cute girls or boys around. I wouldn’t want to get an erection in public. That would make things awkward.
Anyway …
Patricia knows about my condition, and she’s very relaxed about it. She never brings it up and she doesn’t stare. It’s wonderful. Also, she’s a tremendous cook. The food she makes me is amazing. If I go on eating like this, I’m going to look like her.
Yeah, I wish.
God … I have to admit, I love, love, love her figure. Seriously. I can’t say this out loud obviously, but hot damn, if you pardon my French. She’s got those big soft breasts, round and heavy and actually quite perky, and that huge soft butt …
You see, she’s like the dictionary definition of zaftig …
And here I am, stick figure, or even worse, matchstick girl.
Because of my red hair, get it?
Wow. This is the worst documented case of solitude. I am literally making puns with my diary. Forever alone, here I come …

Dear diary!
It’s been a while. If I continue doing this like that, it’ll be a very short and unsatisfying diary. I can see myself finding this book in my stash in a decade or so, with like ten pages filled and the rest blank. Yeah. That’s going to be disappointing.
The thing is, I’ve been horribly busy. Classes at college have been long and tough and there’s so much to do! I really can’t believe it. Just getting all the registration stuff done and understanding my schedules was incredibly complicated. And the assignments! I don’t know why there’s got to be so many of them.
What I mean to say is that … I had a lot to do. I got up in the morning, stuffed my breakfast into my mouth, then left as fast as possible, hit the classroom, ate, returned to studying, then went back home and studied some more, I did the assignment, had a small dinner and …
Basically fell asleep.
On the couch.
Yeah. So it has come to this.
The weird part was that Patricia didn’t mind. She let me sleep, only waking me up when I was about to fall off. She helped me upstairs, got me undressed and had me brush my teeth and tucked me in. I felt so cozy in my bed after this …
There’s one thing, though …
To no one’s surprise, I got sick right after this. I must have overdone it. I stayed in bed, sleeping and getting well again. All the while, Patricia cared for me. When it got really bad, she laid in bed next to me, stroked my head and helped me eat my chicken soup and drink my tea. It felt comfortable, but also weird, because having those big breasts right next to me … was nice.
Once I got better, I woke up in the morning, still a little dazed, but well again. I sauntered downstairs to tell her and I had a big, awkward moment again.
Two things.
First, Kathy was there and she was really sad and exhausted.
Second, I had the most massive morning wood in months and it was kinda on full display. My penis had plopped out through the fly and was pointing at them. And throbbing. Fuck.
That was one more of the moments when I just wanted to melt into the background and disappear forever. I excused myself and left to get dressed. I don’t want to know what they thought of me.

Dear diary!
Hey, guess what? I’m doing this right now. Seriously, it’s the next day and I am writing an entry! Maybe this whole diary business has a future after all. I just hope my college education has too. I think I should be fit again by next week.
Also, I just might have acquired a little extra job.
You see, Kathy is back and she’s crushed. She left the town with the guy she loved, they had a wonderful life together, built a house, he built a career and she supported him while he set up shop and … fucked his secretary. And his sales representative. And one of his customers. And the IRS agent, I guess.
Anyway, Kathy found out. It was like a cascade of shit. Every time she discovered another one of his side shows, he told her it was the last one. Ha. Things got bad. Real bad. She left him, got a divorce, the works. Only problem was, that scumbag had an excellent lawyer, which he fucked too, probably, and she got nothing from the divorce. Zilch. Nada. Not a single cent.
She could have fought this, but by that time, she felt she couldn’t bear it anymore. She left and went back to her mom.
Now she’s here, trying to recover and I get to be her best friend and confidante. That’s the plan, at least. I’ll also be accompanying her when she goes out to rebuild her confidence. Her wingwoman, or something like that. I told her that this might not be a good idea because I am the least intense partygoer in the world, but she said she needs someone she can trust.
That makes me proud.

Dear diary!
To put it very simple, I am a failure at wingwomaning. No, seriously. I literally managed to score her zero touchdowns or whatever successful party love moments are called. Maybe I tried too hard, maybe I said the wrong things, maybe she just wasn’t into it … I don’t know.
It absolutely didn’t work.
Actually, I don’t understand why. Basically, we should be drowning in people wanting to date her! I mean, look at her! She’s got everything a man would ever want! She’s got big boobs, a big butt, a rather slim waist, she’s got just the right soft milky coffee skin tone … She’s incredible! Seriously.
Oh, and she’s also funny and charming and she’s got a beautiful voice.
Basically, what is happening here is impossible.
She should be single for seconds.
I guess it’s kinda her fault, though. She can’t relax. The moment she starts talking to some guy, she gets afraid of him treating her like shit and sleeping around. She gets nervous, she gets clingy and that is bad.
You can’t get clingy before even the first date! That’s stupid.
Wow, look at me explain the world to someone who’s almost twice as old as me! Of course, I would never, ever, say something like this to her. I just tell her to relax, and of course, this makes her even more nervous …
As I said, I suck.

We’re at that club, people are having fun, we’re both dressed the right amount of sexy. She’s wearing a tight dress, red, with polka dots. She has major cleavage, you see. She basically screams:
“I am single! Talk to me! I am very interested in basically anything you’re willing to say, because I am horribly, horribly single!”
I dress girly for the occasion. No sense in going for any androgynous look. I don’t want to cock-block any people who end up being interested. Besides, I like being cute once in a while. Not every day, because if you’re thin and small like me, being cute makes you even worse. People literally just walk over you.
But that night, I am the cutest. I wear a nice dress, slim, tight, but not too tight, because I don’t want my package to show. I can’t have that. A wingwoman doesn’t attract attention to herself. She’s there for emotional and general support. The call of duty, you see …
Anyway, this is the sixth time we’re at a party together. We dance. She shakes her hips, she shimmies her tits, she goes all out. I can tell she loves the music. But she’s also horribly nervous.
After a while, we move to the chillout area. We end up at the bar there, the conversations are muted, people are hooking up. There’s this rather normal-sized guy, wide shoulders, beard, scruffy hair. Nice shirt. I nod towards him. Kathy blushes. She instantly gets awkward. It’s as if I flipped a switch. I give her a little jab:
“Come on, give it a try. The guy looks normal. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And don’t forget: This is just for fun. You deserve some of that!”
“But what if I screw this up again?”, she says.
“Who cares? If it works, it works, if it doesn’t … Screw this. It’ll work! You’ll have a nice conversation, and who knows? Maybe I’ll go home alone.”
“But …”
“No, do it!”
I give her a little push. The guy looks at us now. Kathy hides her eyes with her hand and tries to be invisible. I stupidly push her again, thinking this will be funny. She slips from the chair and almost falls, but happily, she catches the edge of the bar, so she swings against its side and hits her face.
She gets fucking nosebleed.
I start blurting out that I am sorry, the guy comes over, it looks worse than it is. He smiles at her and I, the most stupid person in the room, send the guy away, because I seriously believe in that moment that you need to go to the bathroom and fix your nosebleed now.
Yeah.
Screw this. I mean, wasn’t that pathetic? She doesn’t deserve this. I just have to be less of a dork and help her get better.

Dear diary!
Well, that didn’t work out. It’s hopeless and it’s making us all very sad. We’ve reached the point where we’re now three women, well, two women and me, hermaphrodite extraordinaire, sitting at the kitchen table and being depressed. The chocolate box goes round and round and we’re just kvetching along nicely, complaining about men, infidelity and general disappointment.
Also, it seems that Patricia is just as single as her daughter. This is shit.
After another round of self-pity, I said:
“Okay, but seriously now: I think the problem is that you don’t feel sexy. That is the problem! That is what you have to fix!”
Kathy groaned and dropped face first on the table, immediately snapping back when she noticed her nose was still sore from that accident. Patricia, however, looked at the ceiling, thought for a moment and said:
“The last time I felt sexy was when I was pregnant with you, Kathy.”
“Gross, Mom!”
“No, seriously. Your dad couldn’t get his hands off me.” She produced a mischievous grin. “We did it so much I’m surprised you don’t have a little dent on your head.”
“Mom!”
Kathy got up and threw up her arms:
“You’re not helping. Gah! I hate all this.”
She slammed the door and went to her room to cry. I blushed. Patricia was both amused and embarrassed at the same time. She said:
“Okay, that didn’t work out.”
“It’s alright: I keep screwing up too. It’s like we’re all cursed.”
“Maybe. But you were right. I did feel sexy. Wanna see a picture?”
“Sure.”
She went to the living room, got a box from the shelves and opened it, looked around for a moment, then handed me a photograph. I stared at it. Wow. Now this was quite the sight. She was kneeling on her bed, the picture probably having been taken by her late husband. Her belly was huge and round. It was resting on her thighs and she was very clearly late term. Patricia had an outie navel, the big dark line going down all the way along this spherical hugeness. On top of this super large midsection, her two equally massive breasts rested. Each one was easily as big as her head and obviously full of milk already. Her bra was doing its best to keep those babies under control, but it was obvious it was under a lot of strain.
The whole image was all the more striking because she had her hands on her belly and they looked so tiny! Patricia was looking younger, happier, and she was glowing!
And here’s the problem … I got aroused by this. Why? Why can’t I be normal? That is, not normal, normal. Just not kinky. That would be nice once in a while. Here I was, in the living room, getting a hard-on from looking at my babysitter’s mom’s pregnancy picture. Yeah. That’s going to be great …
I just hope Patricia didn’t notice. Fuck. I really gotta learn to control myself. The way this is going, I am going to end up in so much trouble …
The problem is, she is sexy. She looks confident and relaxed. Isn’t that what we all want?
I gave back the picture and mumbled something along the lines of “Cool picture, I love the pose …” She nodded, put it back and said:
“I felt great back then. It was a very nice pregnancy. Almost no morning sickness and I never once threw up. Just smooth sailing along the way. The only thing that was annoying was that Kathy was such a big baby. I went up like a balloon …”
I did my best to stand in a way she wouldn’t see my cock.

Dear diary!
Okay, confession time: Seeing that picture was … inspiring. What kind of a pervert am I anyway? I mean, okay, I have a dick and a pussy and I tend to look like a girl, so there’s got to be a bunch of pervs on the internet fantasizing about me, but up until now, I was under the impression that I was a normal person.
Apparently, I am not.
When everybody went to sleep, I snuck back out of my room, went downstairs to the living room and found the box. I had to move extra silently because I certainly didn’t want to get caught like this. Once there, I opened it, using the light of my phone because I definitely didn’t want to attract any attention.
The picture was there.
Wow.
I switched my phone to silent and took a picture of … the picture. Then I replaced everything and crept back upstairs. Of course, Patricia took just that opportunity to go to the toilet. I had to hide behind a potted plant and wait for her to pass.
I don’t think she saw me.
Then, once she was back in her room, I returned to my own and looked at the picture again.
Damn.
I know it sounds stupid, but fuck was she sexy. I love, love, love that look. So I did what I always do when I run into something that makes me really horny. I get my dildo and I do myself on both parts.
This is a cool bit about having both a penis and a vulva. I can cum on so many levels! Sometimes, I even manage to make both synchronize and then … It’s incredible.
Here’s the rub: I am still, technically, a virgin. I mean, I do masturbate a lot and if it means anything, my dildo is a pretty big tool. But I have not had any sex with anyone else. Which is both understandable and weird, because on the one hand, most people wouldn’t like a girl with a cock and a pussy, and on the other hand, there is so much porn about this …
Anyway. Here I was, masturbating to my ex-babysitter’s mom’s pregnancy picture. There’s a word for this: Pervert. The problem was: It felt amazing. I came and I came and I came. I imagined myself caressing this huge, taut belly, to run my hands over those amazing breasts, to give those sweet nipples a nice little tug and maybe even lick them until they were all wrinkly and hard …
I came so much.
And this wasn’t just on one evening. It happened again and again, every night, I would look at her, smile, then rub my cock until I blasted myself with my cum.
It got bad. I started getting random hard-ons whenever I saw Patricia in the morning or the evening when she wasn’t fully dressed. She wasn’t too embarrassed around me and tended to walk around in her underwear. I made sure I was seated at a table when I spotted her. I didn’t want her to see my erection.
She wasn’t dressed too sexy anyway. Usually, she wore either a big nightdress that went over her big tits and her huge butt, sometimes she wore a comfortable sports bra that squeezed her boobs … Both were okay. Imagining her in lingerie, on the other hand …
Ah.
I was starting to obsess about her. I just hoped this would end well.

Dear diary!
While I was “busy” being horny, Kathy was sinking deeper and deeper into depression. Let’s put it simply: Maybe my wingwomaning wasn’t the problem after all. She was getting nowhere and it was starting to show. She went on dates, she tried online platforms, apps, the works … Nothing helped. She was frustrated and angry now.
Happily, I was able to detach myself from my lust for a moment and listen to her. We talked a lot, we had some nice long walks, we even went to the movies together. It was a nice friendship now. Unexpected, but beautiful. While this was still not good, it was better than before. Maybe she was starting to recover.
Meanwhile, things with Patricia were getting odd. I think she might have noticed something. I’m not sure. I really did my best to hide my passion. This was a good idea too, because I was starting to lose it. I was looking at other stuff on the internet, so much porn, so many weird pieces of artwork, but I always went back to that photograph …
This wasn’t going to end well. She was going to find out for good …

Dear diary!
So the cards ended up on the table and I’m still not sure what to make of them. I mean, I handled this whole situation in literally the worst possible way. It’s all my fault, but the outcome is interesting … Actually, I might just as well end up liking it. It’s just horribly embarrassing.
The point is, I was in the shower, masturbating. I had the water running, and I think that masked the noises pretty well. I worked my pussy and my dick, and it felt great. Of course. I was thinking about Patricia and her big rounded belly. And her beautiful breasts, and that cute little smile. Yeah.
The problem was, I got called on my phone just then. I had left it in the living room and I didn’t hear the ring. Obviously, that was why I had the shower on. Patricia wanted to be friendly and also to stop the phone from ringing. So she took it and went upstairs to the bathroom. She called out, I didn’t hear her, the phone rang and rang, she decided to pick up the call.
She missed it, but somehow, she unlocked it. Maybe I should have come up with a better code.
Anyway, my browser app popped up. It opened the last pictures I looked at, which were her photograph and … some other ones. Several, actually. With more very pregnant women. Some were real photos, some were manipulations and some were drawings.
I had been kinda obsessing on all of this …
She looked at the pictures. She looked at the poses. She looked at the expressions.
Meanwhile, I was done showering, having successfully shot my load down the drain. I dried myself and got out. I had the towel wrapped over my chest. My boobs are really minimal, but I prefer to keep them out of sight.
I stepped out into the hallway and I saw her, still staring at the screen in the staircase. It took me a moment to understand what was going on. Then I started blushing. Then I tried to explain things. And then, I fainted. Simple as that.
Is it possible to die of embarrassment?
I sure hoped it was.

I woke up a little later, in my bed. Patricia was sitting next to me. She had somehow managed to get me on my mattress and she had put a cool towel on my head. I looked at her and started making apologies.
“Listen, I … I didn’t mean it. I thought … You know … It’s like … I didn’t really find you attractive and it’s all a big mistake and …”
She leaned forward towards me, her big soft breasts coming into view. God, she was so close now. She smiled.
“Hey, stop babbling. It’s okay. Although I could be annoyed about you not finding me attractive …”
“I … No … This is …”
“It’s embarrassing, yes. It’s also strange. I really didn’t expect that. But it is a little … flattering.”
Her breasts were so close now, I could feel their warm softness. God. I wanted to touch them, to caress them, to squeeze them, to lick them … I was pretty sure she sensed all that. That’s when I felt her hand on my dick.
“I just might also think the same … You are a strange person, Maura, but … I like you. A lot. I like your cute little face and your tiny body and that big … dick of yours. You know, Kathy’s dad used to be roughly your size. And I loved that shlong. It was amazing.”
She started moving her fingers over it and I got hard. I mean, what else could I do? I asked:
“But that can’t be okay, can it?”
She looked a little amused:
“As long as we’re both into it? Why not? After all, we’re both adults and single … Who’s to stop us?”
“But won’t Kathy be angry?”
“So what? We don’t have to be too loud about it, do we? And also, it’s not her problem. As soon as she found a new guy, she’ll be out of here anyway.”
“But …”
She put a finger on my lips and leaned back, her magnificent tits coming into view again. Then, with a smile, she pulled her top off. Those huge knockers flopped out, all thick and big and proud. They bounced in their bra and I was instantly rock-hard. I grinned stupidly.
Patricia said:
“You like my boobs, don’t you?”
“Oh yeah …”
I was practically salivating.
“Then you might want to give them a good squeeze …”
I did.

Yeah. So this is how it happened. In retrospect, it went well and I got what I wanted. It’s just that it’s still super-awkward. I mean, we have to be discreet around Kathy. I can’t just go around fondling her mother in front of her. Nope. But as soon as she’s out, we get to it. So much. It’s logical, really. Patricia has been single and unfucked for years and I had so much to learn anyway.
It turns out I was quite the talent. Even though I am nowhere near Patricia’s husband’s muscularity and roughness, I still got a major cock and I can go on and on. And she’s starting to like my pussy too! She was skeptical at first, but getting both my cock and my pussy licked at the same time … That’s amazing!
She’s really skilled at that too. Apparently, her husband, Martin, liked to experiment. As a result, she ended up being quite open-minded. For me, this is wonderful. I get to try so many new things! Some of them are a little scary and maybe even gross, but that’s fine with me. Just watching her sitting on me, reverse cowgirl style, with those huge round butt-cheeks bouncing on my dick while she strokes my clit … I can only tell you: Wow!
I also got to fuck her tits and I have to say, this is one of my favorites. Having her on the side of my bed, squeezing her huge boobs against my cock and rubbing it until I cum … That’s something else. We even tried a double-header dildo which she ordered online. It was a bit strange to see my real cock wobble about as we scissored, but she wanted to try and I can only say: Why not?
So, to sum up, I was having a great time. We were on a sexual exploration journey and I was learning a lot. I just wonder how long this is going to work out.