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

[ArkhamAsylum]

These first few parts are amazing. Great work. I'm looking forward to the rest.

[ArkhamAsylum]

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[giantgirl7foot2]

Love it so far—and it's only going to get better!

[sammycooke]

Very nicely set up. looking forward to next part

[QBikk]

Hi Andrew, that's a fantastic story you write here. Really good, thanks for sharing with us!!

[WapWap]

You've created a really thoughtful and well conceived story.  Great work.  I very much enjoy the plot development.  I can't wait to see what you come up with for toaschild.  K+

[WapWap]

BTW, I'm a bit shocked that you only have 5 karma for such a good story that's been up for almost a month.  I'll be hitting K for you every time I log on.

[009eli]

I have to admit I haven't been drawn much to the genre of fem-muscle stories recently for a variety of reasons and I had generally not really been too interested in checking this board but boredom, a few free minutes and trying to get over a headache drew me to check on the news stories and when I saw a story with tons of comments posted by an author I hadn't heard of I decided to check it out... and WOW! Am I glad I did.

In no uncertain terms this story is really  turning into something remarkable. Every writer who posts their work on here for people to read is brave... but the emotional honesty in this story is really truly brave in a very different and special way. When I set out to write my own stories and read others this type of story is exactly the kind of thing I have tried to do in my own work – to create a world of vivid characters and realism that the reader can feel transported – and that is what you have done. And wow have you done it! The level of truth and emotional honesty here is exceptional. And the writing execoptional as well... so few writers skimp on character and detail and just go to the muscle and heat... forgetting that the character work and detail and what adds heat to the muscle. And you manage to do both... slowly building and amping up the tension to a point where I am hanging on every word waiting to see where these two characters go because I am so invested! This is truly next level writing and you should feel very proud of yourself my friend. I will continue to smash the karma button for you generously and I suggest readers of this tale do as well. I can't wait to see where this story goes and the work you are doing with TC. Bravo!

[sgsg69]

What a good story, nicely written for your first attempt............can't wait for her reveal to Ryan!! Hope you keep the description of her growth as "literally" fashion moving forward..........K++ to you

[AndrewWrites]

My friends. Such a nice gift you've given me! I want you to know I really appreciate the kind comments. When I set out to write this story, I knew I wanted to be as honest as possible. And Because the story takes inspiration from my own experiences, I think I've been fortunate to be able to pull it off. I'm still shocked you guys like it so much. I am humbled by your responses. There truly is no other feeling like someone being invested in characters you've dreamt up. It makes them real. It means I've created something. Also, special thanks to 009eli, praise from an experienced author such as yourself is extraordinary. I want to thank everybody again. I can't put it into words better than this. I have nearly finished the story for taoschild and I hope to see you there as well. That story is more steamy and a little more extreme, though, I hope, the character development will not disappoint. I am trying to get back on track with Nova and Ryan and I hope to have an update soon!

[AndrewWrites]

Here's the next chapter. I'm happy to say that, with this chapter, things are kicking into high gear. Hope you like it. I'm going to be posting more often, hopefully, now that I'm finished with the story for Working Muscle.

Chapter 6: Birth of a Dream
Part One
The next few years were hard on them, in different ways. The day before they left, they tried to keep their tears to themselves. It didn't work. The tears came out in floods. Sitting on his bed, the last time for the foreseeable future, they hugged each other and let their feelings pour out.

Ryan had a difficult time adapting, at first, just as he had imagined he would. He got over it fast, however, finding a group of kids with similar interests to his. They created their own little club and read stories to each other. But we will leave Ryan behind for now, as he struggles with the challenges of a regular college undergrad, and turn our attention to Nova, whose determination to achieve the future she envisioned for herself led her to changing her life for the better.

The first day she arrived, she enquired about the sports facilities. The campus had a gym, a swimming pool, two tennis courts and a basketball court. After unpacking, talking to the student counselor about the next few weeks' schedule and her first lunch at the cafeteria, she went to visit the gym and talk to one of the trainers. She told him she wanted to get big. Really big. The man cocked his head to one side and tried to process the information.

"And what does that mean, exactly?"

"I want to get as muscular as I can. I want to become a bodybuilder."

And so began Nova's journey toward physical and academic perfection. She practiced the violin for hours everyday, neglected none of her classes and, at night, she followed her trainer's instructions to the letter. She ate a mountain of food every day. Soon, her efforts were rewarded and she started to see progress.

Her communication with Ryan kept up its regularity, at first. The summer after their freshman year, they met at home and shared many interesting anecdotes and plans for the future. But, as the years went by and as the pair got more and more absorbed in their own lives, they scarcely had the time and the willingness to send ample regular updates about themselves to each other. They also found various reasons to postpone their homecoming every summer, be it a project, summer classes or even, in Ryan's case travel plans with his new group. The few weeks they met each summer were never enough. They reached a point where one's life would not make much sense to the other. Not to mention the significant part of Nova's life that she could not yet share with Ryan. Therefore, as much as it pained her, she let their relationship grow colder.

Yet, even as she saw this, Nova knew that what she and Ryan shared could never be broken by time, nor by distance. Confident in their relationship, she focused on her workouts with newfound determination. Knowing that they would probably not see each other much for the remainder of their college lives gave her all the more purpose to make herself into the best version she could before they finally did. Her consistency and drive proved equal to the task. She noted everything down and had filled numerous notebooks with her diets and weight progression. Every summer, before going home, she looked over these notebooks and marveled at how far she'd come. She always wondered how long it would take Ryan to figure out her secret, but he was usually too busy or preoccupied with other things to notice her changes.

Part Two
But change she did. The first year, there were so many things to learn, so many things to do, that she felt overwhelmed, at times. But she pushed on. She worked out 6 days each week, amid the yells and cheers of her trainer, Mark, and her muscles felt the burn and reacted to the strain. Within six months, she had a visible set of abs, her arms were toned and her legs could actually be called muscular. It was a pleasant development, she thought, as she examined herself in the mirror one day. As she flexed her arms, she could not help imagining them much bigger. She thought about how it would feel have a bicep so big that she could reach a finger out in the middle of the flex and touch the peak. She shuddered.

As much as Ryan was busy cultivating his social life, Nova, already experienced in that regard, decided not to stress too much about going out and making friends, not to mention dating. She turned all her steely determination to working out.

In two years, it was apparent to everyone at the gym, including Mark, that Nova's genetics were exceptional. She was all but bigger than her trainer already. Her biceps stretched the tape to 16 inches. Her midsection was a ripped cobblestone wall. Her legs were big and striated. In fact, the first striations on her body appeared on her quads. She was ecstatic when she saw them.

Nova was an outstanding student in the art of muscle growth. She did not limit her involvement in bodybuilding to the time she spent at the gym. Instead, whenever she had any free time from classes and violin practice, she researched. She read voraciously, every fitness book she could find, every article. Sometimes, even during class, when her colleagues were taking notes, she was reading a new article, calculating her supplements or searching for more effective techniques. As she did so, she could feel her muscles tighten under her baggy clothing. She imagined what those around her would think if they knew what her body was starting to look like.

Looking at other women on the internet, it was apparent to Nova that all the big ones were using and, in some cases, abusing, steroids and other dangerous substances. The thought always made her smile. Her genetics were superior, so that she could get as big as them with no artificial help, she realized. Just her hard work and determination would see her become the beast she saw in the back of her mind, whenever she looked in the mirror.

She did not focus on concealing her transformation when going out in public, but neither did she flaunt her newfound strength and musculature. She wore whatever clothes would fit. Of every challenge that came with her quest, the most annoying was that she had to waste time replacing clothes every few months. She spent almost the entirety of her student budget on food, natural supplements and clothes. Mark was so sympathetic and respected her so much that he lowered his price significantly, so that she had no problem affording to pay him. He was immensely proud and he could not fathom quitting on her before she saw her ambition fulfilled.

By the fourth year, Nova was the most muscular person on campus, by far. Her biceps reached heights undreamed of by even the roided muscleheads on the football team. Whenever she measured herself after a good pump, it was not uncommon for the tape to stretch over 21 inches. The rest of her body was just as impressive. Her shoulders had broadened to the point where she was wider than most doorways and she had to enter any room by turning to the side. Her legs rubbed against each other with every step, the friction sometimes making her grit her teeth in pleasure. Her ripped pectorals had all but absorbed her once modest cleavage. She loved her chest more than any other part of her body. Sometimes, when she wore a sufficiently large top and she found herself drifting off during class, she bounced her pectorals for pure entertainment. The thought that she alone knew what was going on under her blouse turned her on to no end. Mostly, she kept her legs crossed when she attended class.

She knew she had accomplished something, she knew she had turned herself into a dream woman.

It was not lost on her that many of the boys and men at the university knew it too. She could feel their gaze on her, whether in the gym or on the street. She knew that, had she ever wanted a companion, there would be no shortage. But there was only one man she wanted. Needed.

She thought about Ryan almost every day. When she pumped those gigantic weights at the gym, she saw him in the room, watching, admiring. When, at the end of an excruciating set, her muscles trembled wildly and she could feel herself giving up, she imagined Ryan standing behind her, urging her to go on. When she admired herself in the mirror, sweaty, pumped and beautiful, running her hands all over herself, she thought about Ryan doing the same. The prospect of it made her pussy tingle and she usually ended up masturbating to fantasies of Ryan and herself.

In a flash, college was over. Nova packed her things and looked into the mirror one more time. She was wider than the mirror now. She was anxious and ready to return home. But she had no idea what she would find there when she did.

[giantgirl7foot2]

I'm hoping she'll find some skinny bitch with Ryan for her to tear apart.  Slim, chance, though, given the wholesomeness of the story so far. Absolutely loving it! Can't wait for their encounters and whatever she'll find.

[sammycooke]

Great stuff

[phil123]

Cant't wait to read what happens when Ryan meets Nova again and she outmuscles him. Hope they will have a live together.

[AndrewWrites]

Here are the next two chapters. I find myself absorbed and moving rapidly toward the ending. Hope to be done by next week. Enjoy!

Chapter 7: The Accident
"Yeah! Damn! Wohooo! I didn't know this could be so much fun!" These were some of the last words Ryan uttered before it happened.

They had arranged the trip for months. One last vacation, to celebrate their graduation. They were going to take some cars and drive to the Boston Mountains. There they would go camping and hiking. They had everything ready: the cars, the food, the drinks, the tents, the people.

Ryan hitched a ride with Jack, his new best friend at college, a cool guy that had a penchant for short and busty women and loved getting drunk while Ryan read him his stories. Jack was also a bit of a speed demon and, unfortunately for them that day, his bruised and battered BMW could still take it.

It all took less than a second. A turn taken too fast. A car floating in midair, wheels spinning like pinwheels, trying in vain to gain any traction. And then darkness.

When Ryan awoke, to his horror and surprise, the darkness did not go away. He opened his eyes again and again, at first thinking that his muscles weren't listening, but he brought his fingers up, touched his eyelids and felt that they were open.

He had been in a coma for two months, the doctors told him. And, as a result of the accident, he was now blind as a bat.

He couldn't wrap his head around it. How does life change so completely, so utterly in just a few seconds? On top of that, he could barely even remember the event. It seemed like his mind had filtered it out.

The weeks that followed were a period of adjustment. It seemed to Ryan that the only constant in his life, the only thing that had not changed very much, was his writing. Sure, he had to resort to dictation now, but, with his parents' help, he had no problem keeping up with his previous schedule. He wrote daily, for at least two hours. As well as being his passion, it was also the best form of therapy. Sometimes, he wanted to scream, to bang his head against the walls until he drew blood. Why did this have to happen to me, of all people?, he thought. It's not like I had been very lucky to begin with. But when he was writing, he found he could cope with anything. As long as he could put words on the page, he could keep on going.

Unbeknownst to him, Nova had also returned home. But, now that the time had come, she was too nervous. Now's not yet the time, she would think. No, not after what happened. He must be devastated. I'll just let him adjust some more. He has enough to deal with already. I don't want to burden him.

But, as she tried to rationalize her reluctance, troubling questions plagued her mind, questions she was too afraid to give voice to. What if he had found someone else? What if he's already forgotten all about me? I mean, we haven't spoken in almost a year.

But, most anxiously, she was afraid of one thing: what would happen if he didn't like muscular girls anymore?

Chapter 8: Recall
For his entire hospital stay, Nova had been by his side. She had talked to his parents and they had allowed it. Every morning, after her workout, she was beside his bed. Sometimes, when she felt brave enough, she would hold his hand as he slept. She left at noon, for lunch and another workout, and at night, most nights. Sometimes, she found herself sleeping in the room with him. The nurses had brought a reinforced steel chair that could bear her sleeping mass.

Now that she could finally see him again, Nova thought that he was gorgeous. Even in his present condition, when he was more corpse than man, when his muscles had atrophied, she loved him. He looked so peaceful, that she had to wonder what he could have been thinking about. What images his mind conjured in that state. She did not know much about comatose patients. Did coma resemble a prolong sleep? Did the patient dream? And if so, what about?

Nova knew about his blindness. She was beside herself with worry for him. All her previous plans for their reunion felt like childish fantasies. The world was a much bigger place than she thought. There were things that outweighed teenage romances and big muscles. There was a life to be lived outside your own head. Things happened that were beyond your control. Things that, sometimes, changed everything.

Nevertheless, just as Ryan, later, found his coping mechanism in his writing, Nova kept working out to keep her mental state in check. She was getting closer and closer to her dream physique. She could bench press 150 kilograms for a full set. Her clothes stretched perilously over her gigantic body. She could obliterate her tops with the slightest twitch of her pec muscles. In her pumped state, none of her clothes would fit. As a result, she had started to out naked. She thought about this measure as a means to economize. There was no need to ruin perfectly good clothing when you could avoid that, was there? At first, she felt very weird and self-conscious. She worked out in their parents' basement, where there was only one mirror. In the first few days, she would shyly avert her gaze from her nude reflection. But, as time went by, she got used to it and began admiring herself more and more. By the end of the first month, she had, somewhat anxiously, begged her father to install mirrors on every wall. Soon, she had a ritual. After every workout, she would run her hands over every part of her body, every crevice, every hill, every valley. She would caress every muscle, starting from her forearms, moving on to her triceps, then flexing her biceps mightily, feeling them grow into mountains in her palms, her etched and cut deltoids, spreading her lats in the mirror and admiring how her back eclipsed her arms.  She would trace every separation on her quadriceps, feeling them swell and throb underneath her fingers, then move on to the cobblestone wall of her abdomen, softly massaging and counting every ball. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

She'd always leave her chest for last. At first, she would stand tall in front of the mirror, breathing hard, each intake of air swelling her chest more and more. Then, she would slowly flex each pectoral, analyzing every contraction, how her tendons moved under her skin, the way veins pumped blood into the thick muscle. She would make her chest perform a dance of power. It was always intoxicated. Slowly, her flexes would get more aggressive, her chest would get bigger, redder, as it filled with blood. As a coup de grace, she'd bring her arms forward into a most muscular pose, her favorite, grit her teeth and let loose. She would flex her entire body and watch it explode with hard earned mass. Her veins would thicken. Her arms and shoulders would seemingly double in size. Her pectorals would overfill her view. At this time, she would imagine standing over Ryan, watching him gaze at her in complete lust and abandon. Then, usually, the dam would burst open and she'd lose herself into that blissful and rewarding release of chemicals.

[ArkhamAsylum]

The story is getting better and better. Amazing work.