Nova and Ryan - A more “literary” take on muscle growth

[AndrewWrites]

Hello everybody! I have been visiting this site for years, but have never had anything to contribute to this wonderful community. A few months ago, I have started writing and I love it. Finally, I have decided to try my hand at this genre we all know and love, Female Muscle Stories. The following is approximately the first half of my story, namely the first 4 of 10 planned chapters. I thought about posting it when it was done, but honestly ,I couldn't wait to share it with you guys! I look forward to your thoughts and I hope you'll enjoy it. FAIR WARNING: This is not a typical "erotic" story, although it does contain some more steamy sections. You might find it a bit slow paced, as I tried to focus on the characters more than the action and make it a little more "literary", as it says in the title. I tried to write in a style that you might not have seen before, in this genre. Perhaps later I'll try my hand at "hotter" stories, if you guys like this one and there is any demand. ANYWAY, without further ado, here is Nova and Ryan. Enjoy!

Nova and Ryan
Prologue: The Right Woman
The grunts and the clanking of metal were coming from the basement at regular intervals, like waves crashing against a rocky shore. They were loud enough that they could be heard from outside the house, but to Mr. and Mrs. Steelshaper, the sounds were a routine and they signified a return to normality. The couple were, by now, accustomed to having a daughter who could move around weights that would make an Icelandic strongman green with envy. And what's more, they were just glad to have her back home, even for such a short time as her two-week holiday.

Nova Steelshaper had made the old basement her home away from home. Littered with weights, dumbbells, barbells, benches and pull-up bars, the room looked more professional than the most expensive gyms in the city. Nova gazed at herself in the mirrors that covered the opposite wall. She was doing bicep curls, with dumbbells so big they obscured her hands completely. 25 kilograms each, to be exact. Her body was covered in a glistening sheen of sweat, so that light reflected off her bulging, veiny biceps and forearms. She was breathing heavily and her tank top was struggling to contain her gigantic pectoral muscles. In spite of all her struggles, the girl was smiling, content with the masterpiece she had created. She was gorgeous, huge and as powerful as an ox. The perfect human specimen. He will see me for what I am, soon, she thought.

The dumbbells fell to the floor with a thud that seemed to shake the house. Still smiling, Nova brought her arms up and flexed her biceps. The mounds of muscle rose up at her command, growing into pulsating mountains, covered in veins that resembled rivers. She held the flex until her arms started shaking, reveling in the pain and the exhaustion. Then, she brought her arms down and flexed her mighty pectorals. The tank top fell to the floor, in tatters.

Chapter 1: Birdsong
This is the worst, thought Ryan Mccoy, resting his head on the backseat window. In a few minutes they would arrive at the house and this new status quo will be cemented.

Ryan had always felt like his parents considered him an afterthought. He was important to them, of course, but, whenever he asked them for help, something or other always came up. He was never the first thing they thought about. His father would help him with his math homework, but only after he was done with his own calculations. His mother, if she even happened to be home in the afternoon, would prepare dinner, but "only after finishing this important call with my client".

Looking out the window, his new future slowly came into view. A traditional American home, in the suburbs, from which nothing really stood out. A navy-colored tiled roof, white walls, a small driveway leading to the garage. Just like every other house in the neighbourhood. He already hated it.

A moving company helped get them installed. At first, Ryan was completely lost inside his head, imagining himself elsewhere. When, for a moment, he looked up, he saw that the people carrying the heavy furniture were a man and a woman. The woman seemed to be the one helping out the most. This, Ryan found curious. But, bored and angry as he was, he did not pursue the issue further.

When the house was finally ready, Ryan sprinted to what would become his new room and jumped on the bed. He thought a nap might help. He fell asleep immediately and woke up refreshed and energized. He decided that he'd go outside and take a walk, to see this new neighborhood.

Outside, he used his hand as a makeshift parasol and scanned the street through squinted eyes. He started noticing a soft sound, coming from somewhere nearby. Somebody was whistling a melody. Intrigued, he went in search of the source.

As it turned out, he only had to walk a few meters, as the sound was coming from the porch of their neighbor's house, up the street, to their left. A little girl was whistling a country tune through a blade of grass. Ryan inched closer and sat down, on the ground, near the front steps. Her hair was a fiery red, like a furnace. Burning with life, Ryan thought. The girl didn't look up, seemingly lost in her melody.

"It's rude to stare, you know", she said, when she finally finished. "People usually say 'Hello', when they meet someone for the first time."

Ryan's cheeks began to redden at the reproach. "Well, I... sorry, I just didn't wanna disturb you. You were playing so nice."

The girl smiled broadly, seemingly forgetting the offense. "It's okay. And thank you. My name is Nova", she continued, extending a hand. Ryan took it.

"Ryan", he retorted. "I'm Ryan. It's nice to meet you." For a moment, they stood silent, neither knowing what else to say. Then, Ryan had an idea. "Hey, look. My parents and I just moved here today and I was going to take a walk around the neighborhood. Maybe you can be my guide?"

With that, they walked, arm in arm, on a tour around the vicinity. Nova was an enthusiastic guide, pointing out such and such houses and telling him stories about their inhabitants. At the end of the day, they both felt an instant connection. The thought formed in Ryan's mind, Maybe this new life won't be that bad.

Chapter 2: A Time of Discoveries
Part One
Ryan and his friend helped each other throught the years. Their relationship matured along with their bodies and their minds. They talked much and shared everything with each other.

They went to separate primary schools but always found time to hang out at the end of the day. Most often, Nova would come by and they would listen to music in his room, music that she usually brought, or he would read to her. They talked about their dreams. At that age, everything seemed possible and natural. By that time, Nova had been practicing the violin for a couple of years. She wanted to become a professional musician and her teacher's opinions of her talent supported it. Ryan was a voracious reader. As a result, his linguistic skills were impeccable, for primary school standards. He did not yet know his path, but was sure that his affinity for the English language was a sign, pointing in the right direction.

Their parents noticed that their children were inseparable and made arrangements for them to be colleagues in middle school. And that time is when the path started to take shape, for both of them.

Ryan started writing. At first, he tried poetry, but it soon turned out that his talent lay more in the realm of prose and he started writing short stories of various lengths and themes. These he would present in class, to the cheers of his classmates and the praise of his teacher.

Nova participated in music competitions and won numerous awards. Her dexterity was praised continuously by judges, as was her flawless tempo. Nova was always the first to read Ryan's stories and he, in turn, served as willing and excited audience for her practice sessions.

In middle school, Ryan experienced something that would mark him for the rest of his life. One day, while put shopping with bis father, on one of the very few occasions that they could hang out together, Ryan went to browse the comics and magazines section of the supermarket and he found a Fitness Magazine. Normally, he would take no interest in something of the sort, as he cared little for the musclebound oafs featured on the covers. But that one was different, in an essential way. It had a woman on the cover.

Unconsciously, Ryan's mind drifted back to the day they first moved to the suburbs. To that woman lifting the heavy couch, almost all by herself. He felt an overwhelming urge to possess that magazine. Being with his father, he couldn't just show up with it and ask him to buy it, so he resolved to wait for the next day, when, after school, he darted to the supermarket and bought it with the last bits of his allowance.

At home, Ryan stacked the magazine under his bed and waited for the cover of night. Until then, he could think of nothing else but that woman. Excited, his mind supplied details that he did not even know he had noticed. The woman sweating, her triceps and forearms straining, reddening and shining in the morning sun. Her smile, as if the heavy lifting was but child's play for her. And the fact that the man on the other side of the couch was struggling so much that Ryan could swear he heard his teeth grinding. Until then, Ryan had never been one for sexual exploration, but the effect those thoughts had on him, especially on the lower part of his body, was starting to make him reconsider.

At night, under the bedcovers and with a flashlight in his left hand, he began to leaf through the pages. The woman on the cover, he soon found out, was called Denise Masino and the magazine, Muscle Elegance, was hers. She was a vision, sitting in the water, her head tilted backwards, soaking in the rays of the sun. She had the most beautiful face Ryan had ever seen, with soft lines and curvy lips, the facial expression of an empress, a goddess. Her body was bulging with muscles. Ryan could see every striation and vein in her arms and her abdomen reminded of Italian Renaissance sculptures. She radiated power, in a way no other woman, in Ryan's mind, ever could. He started panting heavily and his penis, trapped between his body and the mattress, spasmed. He wanted to see more. The magazine, it turned out, had just what he needed. Page after page, the most muscular, most beautiful women he'd ever seen paraded before his eyes. Eventually, his excitement got the better of him. He experienced the first orgasm in his life, one that needed virtually no manual stimulation. And he knew, right then, that he had discovered something important.

Part Two
Months after discovering the magazine, Ryan spent his free time on the internet, searching for more erotic material. He found countless sites and went from pictures of female bodybuilders, to videos. Little by little, he discovered a dedicated and friendly community of fellow lovers of strong women. He found talented artists on Deviant-art, who turned their passion for feminine muscles into beautiful and stimulating art, as well as authors who, with just words on a page, gave life to Ryan's deepest, most titillating fantasies. As far as he was concerned, he was in heaven.

This new discovery had the added effect of gradually changing his opinion on the girls he saw at school and on the street. As a boy, he had had his share of fantasies involving the women he saw in his daily life, but he had never been very interested in any of his classmates. Therefore, he had never even kissed a girl. And as soon as he discovered what his passion actually was, he found out he had no interest in ordinary girls. They were just another manifestation of the banal. They did not manage to hold his attention. At the same time, he was ashamed of being so different from the other boys. At that age, every little difference makes you question yourself.

All this time, Nova herself was busy with her own new discovery. Boys. More specifically, Jacob, a cute, blond haired boy in her class, and her first boyfriend. She and Ryan still talked and, almost every night, she called him to say she was coming over. As always, standing on his bed, watching the ceiling, and imagining they were sitting under the moonlit sky, they shared everything with each other. Well, in Ryan's case, almost everything. He was not yet ready.

Nova, it turned out, had many things to share and he found himself listening intently to her every word. When talking, she was very animated. She would often move her hands around to emphasize a point, or she would smile dreamily when remembering a moment. She was in love and, like many young people in that situation, she had her head in the clouds.

Over time, the new experiences changed Nova for the better. She became more confident, more sure of herself. Whereas Ryan was busy hiding his newly discovered self from the world, like a tortoise too afraid to leave its shell, Nova was learning to embrace the world, a butterfly fresh out of her cocoon. This gap in their experiences created a rift between them, one that they noticed, eventually.

Looking at Ryan these days, Nova thought, it was as if he was wearing a mask. He was doing his best to learn to be more sociable and people liked him well enough. When he wanted to, he could make them laugh. But Nora knew him too well not to be able to see beyond the image he projected. And what she saw was the sadness and confusion underneath. Her youth and lack of experience meant, however, that she found herself unsure of how to proceed. Eventually, they found themselves in high school.

Chapter 3: Shame
Not long after breaking up with Jacob, Nova found herself another sweetheart. This time, she was more cautious. She did not let this new one, Arthur, sweep her off her feet as easily. And she made sure to devote more time to Ryan.

In his room, on the bed, Nova talked about love. She explained to Ryan that an experience like that is invaluable, subtly hinting that he might want to go through a similar one, himself. They even found themselves talking about marriage.

"So, I was thinking... I mean, I know it's a bit early and all, but... I've been thinking about marriage. We're gonna have to do it sometime, right? And I've been thinking about who I'm going to marry, when the time comes. And I have this image in my head of the perfect guy, this prince, come to take me away in his white carriage." At that, she chuckled, briefly. "No, but seriously. Do you ever think about that? About your perfect woman?"

Ryan kept the silence. He could feel his heart start to beat a little faster.

"Ryan...?"

What am I going to tell her?, he thought. I mean, I can't... really tell her anything, can I? She'll think I'm a creep, a weirdo. Oh, well, you know Nova, my perfect woman is this beefed up, bronzed chick loaded with steroids. It's ridiculous. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Still lost in these thoughts, Ryan turned to his side. Nova got closer and held him in her arms. They remained like that, neither one making another sound.

That day, Nova understood that something had really changed in Ryan. She was determined to find out what it was and to help him through it. With that in mind, as a first step, she wanted to help him have fun. She decided to make him a surprise visit, with a six pack of beer and a few new music CDs. Her plan was to get him in the mood to party, then go find a club in the city and dance the night away. She wanted an unusual night for him, one that would help shake him out of the shell he had created for himself. She could not have chosen a worse day for that, thought Ryan, a few days afterwards.

Ryan's parents, if and when they happened to be home, were accustomed to Nova coming in without prior announcement. And, seeing what she was packing, Ryan's father sent her up with a sly smile on his face. Nora, however, knew much about her friend's boundaries, so she approached silently, not wanting to surprise him. She opened the door slowly, without making a sound. When she got into the room, she almost dropped the beers to the ground.

Right in front of her, sitting in front of the computer, Ryan was furiously masturbating. It took a moment for Nora to collect herself and then she saw what Ryan was looking at. On the screen was a very muscular person. A man, she assumed from the close-up of a large, defined bicep that she first saw. When the camera zoomed out, however, aside from the ridiculously large and muscular body that was now on full display, Nora noticed other things: dark, flowing hair, luscious, blood red lips and manicured fingernails. Buried deep beneath the leg muscles was the bottom part of a bikini. The sound on the speakers was turned low, but Nora could still hear the woman moaning loudly, seemingly turned on by her display. And as Nora could see, Ryan himself was just as aroused. He was shaking, breathing heavily and emitting low moans, in an effort to remain unheard.

Nora's brain was being overwhelmed with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She felt ashamed of being there at that moment, as if she had intruded on a deeply personal ritual. At the same time, she felt confused. She had never thought about muscles as overly sexual in nature. Slowly, another feeling began to snake its way between the others, like wind through the gaps in a concrete wall. Curiosity.

Ryan was usually very careful to avoid any potential exposure. He always masturbated at night, when he was sure to be alone in the room. He always locked the door, just in case. His worst nightmare, at the time, was someone barging into his room and into his secret life, unbidden. That day, he had not taken the usual countermeasures. He had felt unusually bad and, truth be told, unusually horny. As always, his stories, comic books and videos were there to welcome him. But, as it turned out, one moment of being careless was all it took to be discovered.

After a while, Ryan ejaculated violently. As he wiped himself down, he turned the monitor off. In the dark screen that now faced him, he saw Nora's reflection and froze.

Slowly, as if afraid, he turned his chair around. Nora saw tears sneaking out of her friend's eyes. His cheeks were reddening.

For a while, they stared at each other and let silence engulf them.

Ryan was the first to speak, his voice shaky, uncontrolled:

"Please, go away."

"Ryan..."

"Please. Just go", he pleaded. She had never before seen him so sad, so broken. "Please..."

Nora did not have the strength to respond. She turned on her heels and walked out of the room.

Chapter 4: Bond
Part One
Over the next few months, they thought about each other much of the time. Ryan was deeply conflicted and, as much as he wanted and needed his friend, he was too afraid to approach her. For her part, Nova took some time for herself, in order to figure out what to say to him, how to make things right. She missed Ryan, but found that she could not go back to him until she knew how best to act.

Nova found herself replaying the memory over and over again, until she knew every detail by heart. How Ryan sat in front of that monitor, lost in bliss, ignorant of anything but his pleasure. And his object of worship. Nova had that image plastered to the back of her eyelids, so that she saw the woman every time she closed her eyes. It was unexpected, unbelievable. Could Ryan truly be turned on by muscles on a woman? And why that, of all things? A woman was definitely not someone you'd associate with such a body as the girl in the video possessed. Was Ryan gay? But then, had he been gay, she would have seen a man on his screen. By all accounts, the person in the video was, unquestionably, a woman. And the more Nova thought about her, the more she started to see the appeal.

The fact that a woman could have such a body was mesmerizing. Those round, wide shoulders, as big as any football player she had ever seen. Big, defined biceps that looked like they could lift a grown man with ease. The power, the intoxicating confidence that must come from knowing you have gotten from being a small, physically weak woman to being a perfect female specimen, stronger than any man and more beautiful than any other woman. She wished she could call Ryan right then and have him tell her more.

It was not easy for Nora to accept these feelings. At first, she downplayed them, attributing them to the novelty of the thing. But then, one night, she started searching the web, randomly, to see if she could find a video close to what Ryan had been watching that day, just to see if the interest would hold when presented with the real thing again. To her surprise, she found the exact video and could not help herself. Ironically mirroring Ryan's usual pre-onanistic rituals, Nova locked the door and sat down in front of her computer. She put the video into full screen and sat glued to it. She roamed the girl's exposed skin with her eyes, over every pore, every inch of skin, every tendon, every muscle. Slowly, imperceptibly, she started imagining that she was using her fingers instead of her eyes. She thought about how the smooth skin and hard muscles beneath would feel under her fingers. Feeling the girl flex and harden each muscle in turn, as Nova touched it, feeling the slight trembling deep within the muscles. Hearing the girl in the video moan, Nova thought about how arousing her fingers tracing the girl's every line and sinew must feel to her. To have her body worshiped like that must be amazing. To have somebody treat you like the goddess that you are.

As the video neared its end, the excitement faded. Turning her attention back to the room and to her own body, Nova noticed she was wet. For the first time in her life, she had gotten wet for another woman. The gears in her head stopped spinning, for a moment. She did not know what the appropriate reaction to an experience like this would be. Then, all at once, she knew. She thought of Ryan. I understand, she said to herself.

Part Two
The next day at school, when her eyes roamed the room and set on Ryan, she realized that they had not talked in almost two months and that she missed him terribly. Tonight, after school, she decided, she would visit him and they would talk through everything.

Upon arriving home, Ryan greeted his father and bolted upstairs, to his room. He and his family's relationship had not improved much over the years, but even so, Mr. McCoy noticed that, for the last few weeks, his son's disposition was even more sullen than usual. As always, these problems overwhelmed him and father-son discussions were beyond his expertise and comfort zone. Therefore, when he heard the knock on the door and saw Nova standing before him, waving, he was ecstatic and wasted no time welcoming her in. In doing so, he also noticed how long it had been since Nova had last visited. He was glad to see her.

Upstairs, Nova made sure to knock. At first, there was no answer. He probably thinks it's his dad, Nova thought. After a few moments, Ryan got up and went for the door and he stood there, his mouth agape. His ability to speak had been taken from him by the suddenness of the situation.

"Hi. Gonna let me in?"

Ryan realized he had been staring at her, dumbly, for what must have been half a minute. He stepped back into the room and Nova followed.

They sat up on the bed and, hands in their laps, they were silent.

Ryan was the one who broke the ice, again. "I've missed you so much."

The sincerity in his words made Nova blush. "Yes, me too", she replied.

"I'm so sorry, Nova. For everything. I can't even begin to express it in words. My reaction was inexcusable... and so was abandoning you these past few months. I only thought about myself."

Nova listened as Ryan apologized, wishing with all her heart to interrupt him, to tell him it was all right, that he had nothing to apologize for. But she felt he needed her to hear everything he had to say.

While he was talking, Nova pondered how best to begin her own confession. Ryan finished and Nova simply said "I want you to tell me everything."

So he did. He told her the story of how he discovered the Fitness magazine, about the explosive effect it had had on him that first night. He explained his fascination in detail and Nova nodded, a sort of intrinsic understanding dawning on her. She knew what he was talking about and it made her happy to learn more. When Ryan finished his tirade, his eyes were misty and he looked exhausted, having poured his heart out.

Seeing him so distraught and realizing how much strength this discussion had taken from Ryan, Nova decided to keep her own experiences to herself, until a better time presented itself. She hugged him, tightly, stroked his hair and told him everything would be all right. Ryan cried into her shoulder and Nova surprised herself when she found that this turn of events brought her pleasure. She loved being his pillar, his rock. For s second, she imagined herself much bigger, her gigantic frame encompassing Ryan's entire body in a loving hug, burying him in her muscle, her love, her protection. As soon as it had appeared, the vision was gone.

[AndrewWrites]

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[Sounder9-]

I can definitely say for a first story this is amazing! The detail and pacing are phenomenal, definitely keep it up!

[AndrewWrites]

Thank you so much! I can't wait to show you what I have planned!

[jeffbeans]

Very well written! K+!

[pramitsen2008]

 

Great prose style you've got there. Best story by far and even more impressive are the ways you expressed the story.

Will await further chapters.

[AndrewWrites]

Thank you, fine people! This is a much better response than I anticipated. I'm happy and I want to thank you for your kind words and your interest!

[spar1988]

K+ Defiantly a good start look forwards to seeing how she begins her growth.

[horst11]

Love it, great writing. Please keep going... k+

[crow004]

This is a fantastic story! I really enjoyed reading it. The characters have depth and are compelling. I can't wait to see what happens next!
K+

[AndrewWrites]

Hey! A quick new chapter that will set the scene for Nova's growth and motivations! I wanted to give you guys this one now, as the rest of the story will take a bit longer to write. I have some big (sike) things planned so stay tuned! Also, I will be writing a story for taoschild's new anthology Working Muscle, that will be shorter, more erotic and punchy, so if that fits your bill, me and the other contributors look forward to having you onboard! Enjoy.

Chapter 5: Determination and Success
She is magnificent, Ryan surprised himself thinking. The way her hand moved, like a spider dancing on each thread of its web, the way her body seemed to flow into each note, every passage. Her perfect synchronization, as if she and the song were one. Ryan, in spite of himself, was spellbound.

Nova outclassed every other contestant. It was no surprise. For months, she had been on a roll and had, by then, amassed an impressive collection of trophies. The world, her parents said, was beginning to see her true value. Nora felt unshakably certain that her future lay in music.

After the show, Nova darted outside the auditorium, where she and her "group", comprised of her parents, Ryan and her boyfriend, Joseph were supposed to meet. She jumped in Joe's arms. Nova had no idea how long this one would last. When it came to love, she always seemed to mess something up. Something always got in the way, whether it was school, music or her friendship with Ryan, which many of her previous boyfriends seemed to dislike.

The years following their heart to heart were kind to them. Nova saw all her patience and hard work rewarded with tremendous success in musical competitions, which eventually secured her a place at a prestigious University. She could already dee a faint outline of her future, and what appeared before her eyes pleased her deeply.

Ryan, too, saw recognition for his work. As his writing became more proficient, as it started to flow better, he began to distribute his works to his classmates and teachers. The praise and cheers he received drove him to make a name for himself, online. He created a website and adopted a nom de plume and, in the span of a few months, gathered a few hundred followers. As a result of this, his confidence as a writer soared. He felt appreciated.

As the college application season drew near, it became apparent that Nova and Ryan's futures lay in different places, at least for the moment. Ryan applied to an English degree at Harvard, while Nova was confident she would get accepted to the Music degree at Berkeley. For at least the next four years, they would be 3000 miles apart. The thought pierced them like a finely sharpened spear, leaving a hole that would remind them of each other in the years to come.

While mentally preparing for the upcoming divide, they sought to spend as much time together as they could, while they could. All this time a thought had been nagging at Nova. She had been in a couple of relationships, most of which ended after a short time and, while many of them were sad at the end, she couldn't help but think that each and every one had left her cold. She did not miss any of those boys, she realised, and even more than that, they didn't really contribute to making her life any better. Mostly, they were just there. But the thought that she could not get out of her mind regarded Ryan. She had a feeling that the only boy in her life that made her feel complete, completely herself and happy, was Ryan. They had been friends for as long as they could remember. The thought of parting from him was close to unbearable for her.

Slowly, in her mind, she played back the movie of her life until that moment. She noticed, with surprise and not a small amount of relief, that the best moments of her life seemed to always feature Ryan. She thought back to the first time they met, their march through the neighbourhood, the nights spent gazing at the stars on Ryan's ceiling, dreaming, their bodies and minds given to the music. The fact that he was always there. That he listened. That he always put her needs before his own. That he hid a significant part of himself from her, out of shame and for fear she would abandon him. He loved her enough for self-sacrifice.

As thoughts of this nature roamed through her mind, Nova made a decision. Or, more accurately, she came to a conclusion that she had been unable to see before. She loved Ryan and she always had. She probably always will. She knew, in her heart of hearts, that nobody else could ever make her happy.

This realisation, however, came with quite the catch, as she now knew where Ryan's preferences lay. She reminisced the girl in the video. Ryan's reaction. Then her own reaction, when she found the video herself. If anybody else could gaze an Nova at that moment, they would see fire in her eyes, not smoldering but sustained, the kind of fire willful enough to stand as bulwark against the other elements. She imagined herself as Ryan's ideal woman. In her mind, she saw her body expanding. Her shoulders slowly became rounder, stretching the material of her blouse. Her arms filled with never before seen sinews and she clenched her fists to feel her new strength. Her chest billowed out, muscles the size of pillows filling her vision and her back growing to the size of two grown men, pushing her arms to the side in its expansion. If her arms resembled tree trunks, her legs were akin to telephone poles, two overwhelming pillars of muscle and strength. She thought of the ground shaking beneath her feet. She saw herself embracing Ryan with all her being. She would transform herself for him and he, in turn, will be hers. Slowly, a smile formed upon her lips. She would do whatever it took.

[spar1988]

Great story this is shaping up to be incredible!

[AndrewWrites]

Thanks to everyone again for the nice comments!

[taoschild]

Excellent background story and set up for the growth sequence. I look forward to seeing what you come up with for "Working Muscle" which should be out in the first week of May (the proceeds going to PPE for hospital workers and Food Banks).

[Sounder9-]

A great update and good luck on the Working Muscle anthology!

[jumpy999]

Echoing what everyone else has said, this is an amazing start and quite well written. I feel like Ryan could be anyone of us who read these stories and dream of our fantasies coming true. I just know that when you get to the 'sexy stuff' it will be so worth the wait because of the care and detail you've spent setting up the story and developing the characters.