First Story: Aurora's Transformation

[ThomasElliot]

Hello! This is the first story I've posted here. I don't think this is going to be for everyone, but for those that like these kinds of stories, I hope you enjoy.

This contains steroid abuse with a heavy emphasis on side effects, to extreme and impossible levels later on.

Thanks!

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Aurora stood in front of her full length mirror, twisting this way and that, trying to find something about her physique that was interesting. After ten minutes, she was coming up empty. At 5'3", 110 pounds of slim woman, she was nothing to write home about. Her husband, Steve, always seemed to appreciate her body, her pert C-cup tits and tight, if small, ass. But she couldn't help but feel like she wanted more. She heard her husband Steve come into the bedroom and start getting ready for bed. "I want to start coming with you to the gym," she said.

Steve looked over at Aurora and smiled. "I've been offering to take you to the gym for years. What prompted this change of heart?" He was your typical former jock, 5'10", 180 pounds of solid muscle.

"I just want something different," Aurora said with a sigh.

Three months of working out later and Aurora was showing incredible progress. She was definitely a solid bikini figure, and Steve was loving her toned body even more than her previously slim one. He seemed slightly disappointed when her tits shrunk a cup size, but the rest of her lithe, stronger body more than made up for it. He had gotten with one of his old gym buddies to get Aurora some top notch protein and vitamin supplements, nothing too extreme.

Aurora was eating it up, but the more she lifted, the bigger she wanted to get. Whenever she has started, this was as big as she wanted to get. Now, she felt she was so fucking small. She needed to be huge.

She tried bringing it up one night, after a large dinner that she had made for her and her husband. He had been slacking off at the gym for the last month or so, and the results were starting to show. He was softer than Aurora could ever remember him being, a layer of dough forming all over his one solid muscles. This hadn't stopped her from cooking huge meals to fuel her own growth, and it clearly hadn't stopped him from eating all that he could.

"Babe," she said gently, as they both finished eating, "so, when I asked to go to the gym with you, what did you expect from me?"

Steve looked up from his phone, surprised by her question. "Um, I just figured you wanted to get more in shape. A little tone, a little more strength. That's what most women want, right?"

Aurora smirked slightly. "Maybe. I thought that's what I wanted, for sure. But now that I'm here, where I thought I would want to stop...I've realized I want more. I want to be really big, like your size. Maybe even bigger!" She said excitedly.

Steve just scoffed. "OK sure, you can try to get as big as me, but with your genetics, there's no way you could even come close to this," he said, casually flexing an 18" bicep. It had gained some size but lost a lot of it's shape as he had gotten fatter, but he was still proud of it.

"So you're saying I'll never be as big as you? Well, I want more of whatever protein and vitamins you've been getting for me. At least let me try," she said, slightly irritated by his response. She thought she had made incredible gains over the past few months, but apparently her fattening husband thought it was all beginner's luck or something like that. "I'll show you," she muttered under her breath.

Steve sighed, and pulled a business card from his wallet. "Here. This is my friend that I get your protein from. Just tell him your my wife, and he should be able to help you out. Just don't expect to turn into she-hulk overnight or something, because there's no way you can even come close."

Aurora took the card without a word, and sat on the phone for the rest of the night, researching how to go about her plan to become bigger than her husband.

The next day, Steve came home from work and dropped the bombshell that he was going to have to go out of town for several months on a job, and didn't know when he would return. Aurora was sad, but understood that it was what his job required. They spent the weekend together, getting as much sex as they possibly could. The smell of cum and sweat hung heavy in the air as they collapsed together on the bed on Sunday night, enjoying the feel of each other's body on the damp sheets.

As Steve packed and left on Monday, Aurora couldn't help but feel torn. She wanted Steve to stay. She loved him, and their marriage was excellent, as far as they both were concerned. However, with him gone, she could devote as much time to the gym as she wanted, as she needed. She could push herself harder and further than she ever had before. The idea excited her.

A month after Steve left, Aurora hit a plateau. She needed more, so she quickly befriended the biggest bodybuilder at her gym. He hooked her up with a company that was working with experimental stuff. She found out that they had a super growth hormone that they wanted to trial on women. It had had no effect on men, so they thought women might take to it better.

Aurora couldn't hide her excitement as she sat in the waiting room, anxious to get started. "Ms..."

"Aurora is fine," she chimed in as the nurse was calling her name. She stood up quickly, her lithe, but ever growing, muscles carrying her across the room with confidence and grace.

"Well hi Aurora, my name is Stacy and I'll be helping you out today. I assume you know what this trial is about?" Stacy said, leading Aurora back and to the exam room. Aurora nodded, and Stacy smiled. "Well, I know the doctor is very excited to have you on board. It's not everyday we have the chance to make history! This drug could revolutionize medicine and sports as we know them."

Aurora beamed excitedly. "I can't believe I'm getting to test this. I thought for sure this would just be for patients with diseases or disorders, but I just called up and said 'Hey I wanna be a huge bodybuilder!' and the doctor was like, 'Sure come in in!'" Aurora and Stacy both laughed at this.

"Yeah, the doc can be very excitable. She's worked on this serum for over a decade now, and finally has it functioning." Stacy explained some more of what was going on with the experiment as she drew blood and took vitals. "Perfectly healthy heart, excellent blood pressure, 140 solid pounds, and 5'3". I think you'll be perfect for the test. Let me go get the lab work done and the doctor will be in here shortly!"

The doctor came in a few minutes later. She was a nice old woman, probably in her late fifties, and she gently explained that formula was a new, super powered steroid. It was partly to help patients with muscular diseases, but she wanted to see how it would react in a person who was actively trying to build muscle. She said that, because of Aurora's passion, that Aurora would get the most powerful dosage that she was comfortable giving. Aurora beamed, and had to try very hard to keep her excitement in check.

Aurora happily signed all the forms, and got all of her doses for three months. She went home and gave herself her first injection. Within an hour, she felt amazing,and headed off for her first super steroid enhanced workout.

A month passed, and Aurora was seeing incredible results. She was now firmly in the fitness category in terms of build, and was loving every minute of it. She was weighing in at 155 pounds, and had very little body fat anymore. She had A cup tits, but barely, and she knew it wouldn't be long until those were gone. One of the most interesting things that was happening were some of the side effects of her experimental drug.

First was her hair. She was shaving her legs twice as often, and shaving more hair than ever. Her formerly blonde hair was also getting darker. The hair on her forearms was also visible for the first time in her life. She hadn't noticed her voice change until she heard a recording from a month ago. She has kept the recording, and smiled whenever she listened to it. She was still a woman, but definitely a woman with a husky and sexy voice. Her clit was also a lot bigger now, a solid inch and a half long, and it gave her unreal amounts of pleasure. Her shoes were also getting tighter, and she had to go get a size eight women's shoe for the first time ever. 

Steve returned a month later, looking worse for wear. The three months away from home had really taken a toll on his body. Work had been brutal, and so he hadn't had energy to work out. And since he didn't have Aurora there to keep him company, even though they talked on the phone every day, he was still lonely. He had turned to food for comfort, as many do, and was now a doughy, soft 210 pounds. His once strapping figure was gone, replaced by a very average, if slightly chubby, one. "Babe, I'm home!" he said wearilly, although he was excited to be back. He walked into the living room and saw his wife sitting on the couch is just a sports bra and some jogging shorts. "Holy shit babe, you're huge!" he said, stunned.

"You like it?" She asked, flexing a huge 16" bicep. The month has brought huge changes, and she looked like an pro figure competitor. Super low body fat meant that her veins on her forearm were always visible, even through the dark hairs that were getting thicker by the week.

"Babe, how did you get so big?" Steve asked. He was starting to regret his earlier comments that she could never get as big as him. She was rapidly approaching his size when they made the bet, and she was definitely more muscular than he was now.

"Lots of hard work! Let me show you this body!" She said, standing and pulling him up. She immediately realized something that she had been thinking was happening... She was taller, a good three inches taller. She smiled broadly as she saw it set in on Steve's face too. He looked nervous, and very conflicted. Then she grabbed his hand and noticed that there was an even smaller difference in the sizes of their two hands. "Come on!"

Steve was dragged to the bedroom, trying desperately to understand what was happening. Why was she taller? He checked three times to make sure she wasn't wearing heels, and sure enough, she was barefoot. She had always been 5'3", their whole relationship. Now she was at least 5'6". And her hand felt different. It was strong, and larger, her fingers thicker, her whole hand rougher. It was jarring for him, and he didn't know how to react.

Aurora pushed Steve on the bed and ripped his clothes off, followed by her clothes. She pulled off her shirt and sports bra, revealing her thick pecs. Her formerly very average tits were completely gone, and her pecs were thick enough to give the impression of tits. She pulled her shorts down to reveal her thick four inch clit. Steve looked at it in shock. Aurora grinned confidently.

"Don't I look amazing?" she asked, her even deeper voice husky, and filled with lust. She had spent the entire morning shaving her legs and around her clit, wanting to show off all her impressive muscles. Steve was shocked, and clearly torn. This was not the wife he had married, this was a muscle bound beast. But his cock instantly betrayed him, it's five hard inches straining to be with Aurora. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, before pouncing on him and riding him all night.

[ThomasElliot]

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[ThomasElliot]

Sorry, I forgot to put that this was part 1. More is in store for these characters.

[vevrierboobs]

 

[jumpy999]

Loving this so far. Great job! 

[derekr]

Nice start.  Personally, I'd like it if you took a bit more time describing the process of her growing, and her own responses to it.  Don't rush through the good stuff!

[mattrius]

Great stuff!

[ThomasElliot]

Hello, and here is part two! I'm glad everyone is liking the story so far, and I took the feedback and fleshed this part of the story out a bit more, I hope. Enjoy!


PT. 2

The next day, Aurora went and got more of the experimental drug. Her doctor was thrilled with the progress she was making, and gave her three more months at an even higher dosage, to account for her added body mass.

Steve was just relaxing at the house, trying to enjoy the two days the company had given him to rest up after travel. He took a shower and got dressed. He grabbed a pair of boxes briefs from a pile of clean clothes, but putting them on was a struggle. They were incredibly tight, and once he got them all the way up, they were quite painful. Steve cursed about his weight gain, but soldiered through. Heading downstairs to get some breakfast, he noted that Aurora was already off to the doctor's appointment she had today.

He walked past the front door, before doing a double take. "New shoes?" he muttered to himself. Aurora had purchased some new pairs recently, and one was sitting next to Steve's. He puzzled for a moment at the size difference, or the lack of one. He was sure, whenever he had left, that Aurora wore a size six shoe in women's. Curious in spite of himself, Steve bent to pick up a new shoe, and checked the size. It said 8.5, which made sense, he guessed. She was taller, so her feet grew. Then he saw the M. "It's a men's shoe? Why would she buy men's shoes?" Steve set it back down, still pondering, and went about his day.

That night, as Aurora and Steve were getting ready for bed, Aurora heard him grunting as he tried to get undressed. "What's wrong babe?" She asked gently.

"I just can't get this underwear off. I thought it was just my imagination this morning, but these have been cutting into me all day. I know I'm getting fat," he added glumly, "but I didn't think I was blowing up that fast."

Aurora looked at him and smirked. "Babe...those are my boxer briefs. Not yours. They're like, a size or two too small for you."

Steve whipped around shocked. "Your underwear?? Why the hell are you wearing men's underwear?"

"Well you can't really expect this," she said, pointing to her three inch flaccid clit, "to fit properly into a pair of women's panties, can you? I mean, I could wear them, but my new underwear is way less constrictive. Why do you care so much?" she asked.

Steve just muttered and turned away, and finished getting ready for bed. First men's shoes and now men's underwear? This new...whatever she was taking was getting out of hand, and Steve couldn't help but feel more uncomfortable by the day. Aurora watched Steve closely, and could tell he was upset, but if he wouldn't tell her, there wasn't much she could do. So she decided to move on to something else. "Babe, let's go to the beach, that one we went to on our honeymoon. You look like you need a vacation, and I want to spend time with you where we can both relax. OK?"

Steve wasn't sure, but after a minute of consideration decided that it was a good idea. He loved the area they had gone to on their honeymoon, and a quick internet search later showed that a luxurious oceanside room was available. He booked the room, and was actually getting excited for the vacation as he and Aurora drifted off to sleep.

The next two weeks until their trip brought more changes to Steve and Aurora's life. It wasn't anything major, just small, little things that were different than before.

The first thing Aurora noticed was how much she ate compared to Steve. It was weird the first dinner, when she loaded up her plate and his plate equally. As she got up for seconds, he was picking at about a quarter of the food still left on his plate. "Are you not hungry babe?" she asked, concerned.

Steve just gave a half hearted chuckle. "No, are you kidding? I'm stuffed," he said, giving a little jiggle to his belly. "I can't believe you're going for more food, that was a lot for one meal!"

Aurora just smiled. "What can I say, I'm a growing woman!" She couldn't really put a finger on why, but she put more on her plate than she actually wanted. She sat back down with basically another full plate, and tucked in. Halfway through her second plate and she was starting to feel full. She looked up and saw the stunned expression on Steve's face, which only propelled her to eat more. She was almost uncomfortably full as she finished off her plate, but the fact that she had just eaten twice as much as her larger, heavier husband was incredibly satisfying. A weird show of dominance, to be sure, but Aurora was taking every chance she could get.


A few nights later, Aurora got to see Steve's reaction to more of her body. They had been lounging around the house all weekend, and she was in her favorite pair of pajamas. Sunday night, though, he decides to put on "the moves." He brought out a bottle of wine, put on some soft TV show, and after two glasses or so, he leaned in for a kiss. Aurora returned it passionately, their tongues dancing together. He pulled her off the couch, which was surpringly difficult to do, and led her to the bedroom, their lips never far away from one another.

As they entered the bedroom, Aurora made a move, and pushed Steve onto the bed, instead of letting him turn her and put her on the bed. She pulled off her long sleeve shirt, and slipped off her pajama pants, before climbing on top of the now naked Steve. However, as soon as they touched, he recoiled.

"What is it?" Aurora asked, concerned that he was hurt.

"Nothing, it's just...hang on, let me turn on a light," Steve said, before turning back and looking at Aurora. "What the fuck?" he wispered, his mouth agape. Aurora looked down and felt kind of embarrassed, but also kind of...not?

"Oh, I uh...I guess I just didn't shave this weekend," she said. She had shaved early Friday morning, so it had been two and a half days since her razor had last touched her body hair, and she had quite a bit now. Her bush was thick and full, much more so than it had ever been. Taking a look at her body, and then Steve's, she noticed that she was almost as hairy as he was...after only three days of not shaving. Her four inch clit throbbed at the thought as it stuck out from her dark bush. "I'm almost as hairy as you are," she said with a smirk.

Steve continued to sit there in stunned silence. Aurora, meanwhile, slowly flexed her muscles, rolling her abs, pushing her pecs out, throwing up a bicep every now and then, and within a minute, Steve was fully hard. "Glad to know you still like my muscles at least. I know I do," she said, before climbing on top of him and quickly begin riding him.

Steve brought his hands up to caress Aurora's arms, her shoulders, her pecs, even running one finger down her washboard abs. He had to admit she looked sexy. He wanted a turn on top though, I mean, this was his idea, wasn't it? So he tried to pull her towards him so he could flip them both over, but Aurora was having none of it. She grabbed onto his wrists, pinning them to the mattress. "No no, big boy. I'm fucking you tonight," she growled, before invading his mouth with her tongue. She felt him struggle beneath her, but with her strength and his poor position, there was no way for him to do anything. The feeling of him struggle only added to her first orgasm of the evening, and what a toe curling orgasm it was.

Steve held on for a few more minutes before blowing his load deep into Aurora's pussy. She came with him, her fourth of the night, before he passed out next to her. She cuddled up with her husband and drifted off to sleep as well.

The next morning, she awoke after Steve left for work. She got up, slipped on a pair of underwear, and went about making her large, protein rich breakfast. As she was working on her twelve egg omelette, she got a message from Steve.

"'We need to talk when I get home tonight.' The fuck is that about?" she asked aloud. Not wanting to start an argument over text, she just replied "OK," and got ready to go to the gym for a few hours until lunch.

When she returned from the gym, she stripped off her tracksuit and took a shower. After she was out and dry, she stopped in front of her full length mirror. She looked amazing. She was still pumped from the gym, a network of veins obvious on her whole body. She weighed in at 180 pounds after her workout, and it was obvious by her hard striations and breastless pecs that it was all muscle. She finally had a good V taper as well, her hips narrowing slightly as her shoulders got more broad. Three full days of not shaving though had really taken its toll. Thinking back to the night before, and how Steve looked, she definitely had more hair than him now. She, a woman, was more hairy in three days than a man who never shaved his body in his life. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but her erect four and a half inch clit answered the question for her.

That night, after a huge dinner in which Aurora had cleaned up a one pound cheeseburger and an entire bag of french fries, and Steve had finished a third of that, at best, he finally spoke.

"Babe, aren't you worried about all these changes? I know your doctor said everything is safe, and I know that your muscles are growing at a phenomenal rate. That's the point of the medicine. But all this extra...side effect stuff? Your voice is getting deeper, it doesn't even sound like a woman's anymore, even if it isn't a man's voice. Your hands and skin are rough, not soft like they used to be, and I don't just mean the calluses from lifting. And your clit, I mean, fuck, that can't be normal! And you have so much body hair now, you're almost as hairy as I am!" Steve couldn't help but admit that he admired her muscles, and that that part of the program was working. But the rest of this...this was not his wife.

Aurora looked at him with mild annoyance. "So what, I haven't shaved for a few days, big deal. It's just a little hair, and I kinda...like it. And I'm definitely as hairy as you are, maybe more, and I think it's sexy. As for the other changes, I like them too. My clit is so much more fun to play with now! I'll show you later tonight, it'll be fun. And my voice is still a woman's voice, it's just a lot huskier and more sexual than you're used to. And again, so what if my skin is rough? It's still me, and my skin isn't as fun to touch as the muscles underneath anyway."

Steve looked at her, trying to process everything. Finally, after a really long pause, during which time Aurora stared at him, unflinching, he finally spoke. "Fine. I'm on board with all the changes if you like them. Except for one...can you please start shaving again?"

Aurora looked at Steve and thought about it for a second. "No, I won't, at least not every day. If you want me shaved, you do it, first thing in the morning every other day. I'll even wake up if you're serious," she said, throwing the gauntlet.

"Deal."

[ThomasElliot]

Here's part three. Enjoy!

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The next morning, as promised, Aurora woke up with Steve as he got ready for work. As he finished up in  the shower, she climbed in, naked, with a razor in one hand and a bottle of shaving cream in the other. "Ready babe?" she asked with a smile.

"Ready," Steve said. But as he looked over his wife's body, he realized he was not ready. Where did he start? What hair bothered him? What hair didn't? He decided that her bush, and least most of it, and her leg hair had to go.

He started with her left leg, and as he knelt down, he realized one thing she had said yesterday was very true: she definitely had more leg hair than him. It was still mostly below her knee, even though he could see some soft, almost transparent hair on her quads. So he lathered up her lower legs and got to work.

Her bush was a lot more difficult, but with some gentle coaching from Aurora, Steve managed to leave her with a neat landing strip. "Done,* he said proudly, standing and smiling at Aurora.

"Done? Alright, well you better hurry, that took about twenty minutes, and you'll be late for work if you aren't quick," she said warmly, and guided him gently out of the shower.

Aurora finished up her shower, lathering her body up and taking time to appreciate her muscles. She was ripped, and couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her veins pulsing along her forearms...forearms that, she noted happily, Steve had elected not to shave.

This was the routine on Thursday morning was exactly the same, with Steve shaving her lower legs and bush. Be was amazed at how much hair had grown back in just two days, but he went about his task, slightly quicker this time. Again, those were the only two places Steve had elected to shave, which still made Aurora very happy. It was allowing the hair on her arms to flourish, as the longer, darker hairs really complimented her rippling muscles, bulging veins, and rough skin.

That night, as Aurora and Steve were settling in to watch a movie, she got two reactions out of him in row, both of which made her feel really horny, and like what she was doing was the right thing for her.

First was his double take with her hands. She knew they had been growing, just like the rest of her, but as she looked at them harder over the last few days, she noticed they weren't growing in proportion to her height, but rather her ever growing muscles. As she now had the figure to rival some of the largest muscle babes on the circuit, her hands had grown quite large. So large, in fact, that whenever they intertwined their fingers, Aurora's hand was a big as Steve's, and she had only just reached 5'7", three inches shorter than him.

The second came when Aurora put her feet up in the ottoman in front of the couch. Again, Steve did a double take. "Really?" he muttered to himself, before putting his feet up on the ottoman next to hers. To both of their surprises, Aurora's feet looked slightly bigger than Steve's. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help but feel...weak, for some reason.

"What, um, what size shoe are you wearing now?" he asked. "So I can grab us some flip flops for the beach on the way home from work tomorrow." He held his breath, dreading the answer.

"Can you grab me a ten, men's? And probably an eleven as well. If I keep growing like I have been, those tens won't last the whole trip," she said casually.

"A ten? Really? Are you sure, I mean, I only wear a 9.5, and I'm still a good bit taller than you."

"Yes, Steve, a 10," Aurora said, her voice hardening. "and in mens, because women's shoes aren't nearly wide enough."

Steve recoiled a bit at her voice. It was powerful, much more so than he had been expecting, especially from what he thought was an innocent question. "Yes, dear," he muttered. It was a phrase he had never said in his life, but in that moment, with her glaring at him that way, it was the only response that felt appropriate.

Aurora was simultaneously annoyed and aroused. Annoyed by his petty question about her shoe size, because, as far as she was concerned, why did he give a fuck? And aroused because, holy shit, that response to her kicking back to his condescending question was so fucking hot. She worked hard to keep her almost five inch long clit in check, but it was straining to be free of her underwear.

Friday night, and most of Saturday, was an absolute whirlwind of activity as they prepared for their extended vacation. Their honeymoon spot was a six hour flight away, so they knew they had to have everything prepared for themselves, and the house, before they left.

Steve used some of the extra money from his extended work trip to purchase a home security system, which he then spent most of Saturday putting up. Aurora had offered to help him multiple times, but he had always politely declined. She chuckled as he was walking around the house, winded from going up and down the stairs a few times, and absolutely drenched in sweat after being outside for less than ten minutes. She knew he was getting fat, but she had no idea how out of shape he was until now. And that made her feel even better.

By Saturday night, she had the whole house cleaned, all the laundry done, everything packed, and had ordered some pizza for dinner. Steve came in from installing the last camera and collapsed on the couch, barely eating three slices of his pizza before gently falling asleep. Aurora grinned at him. "Wow...a day of manual labor and you're asleep by 8:30. How did you ever survive at the gym all those years?" As she turned on one of her shows, and tucked into the two and a half pizzas that were left, Aurora thought about all that had changed, and all that probably would change in the coming weeks. The thoughts that came to mind excited her to no end.

As she finished her final slice of pizza, she decided to take Steve upstairs so she could watch whatever she wanted to without him snoring overtop of it. She hated watching shit with subtitles on. "I should be able to pick him up no problem," she muttered to herself. She had done dead lifts the day before and had finally broken 400 pounds, which she was happy about. As she leaned down and scooped Steve up in a bridal carry, she couldn't help but think how light he was. Then she chuckled at the term bridal carry. He wasn't really the only man in the house was he? He had his wife competing with him, and it was getting less of a competition every day.

She carried him upstairs, not even breathing hard as she got to the top step. She decided to do one last little check before bed. She went into their bathroom and stepped on the scale. "420 pounds," it said out loud. Aurora then carried Steve back to the bed, and came back to weigh herself. "187 pounds," the voice said.

"So that makes Steve 233," she said with a smile. "And that makes me heavier than he was at his most athletic, which means I have more muscle than he ever did! Now, to catch up to him at his fattest," she said, winking at herself in the mirror, before going back downstairs until bed.

The next morning was another flurry of activity as the two got showered and ready for their trip. "Aurora," Steve called from the shower, "aren't you going to come in here so I can....uh, so I can take care of you?" he asked.

"You mean can you shave the hair off my legs and around my clit? Nope, we don't have time. You should have said something yesterday," she said calmly, peaking her head around the curtain. "That was shaving day, remember?"

"But tomorrow will be four days since I, ya know, did that..." he said, trailing off.

"Steve, why the fuck can't you just say you're shaving me? This was what you wanted, you agreed to it. You're the one who has a problem with my body hair, not me, so just fucking say what you want." she said angrily, her voice dropping even more.

She watched as Steve stood there in shock. He had never talked to him quite like that before, and she knew it. But she also didn't care. If he wanted to be a whiny little bitch, then she was going to treat him like a whiny little bitch. "If you want to shave me, you better fucking remember tomorrow, and you'll have to ask me to join you. If you're going to be this much of a pansy about what it is, and what you're doing, then I'm not going to help you," she grumbled, before shutting the curtain and walking out of the bathroom.

Steve was mainly silent as they loaded up the car, stopping only only once to gasp at a new aspect of Aurora. She was wearing a tank top that day, as it was hot outside and usually in the airport, so she wanted to remain comfy. She had a jacket with her, in case it was warm in the plane. As they walked out of her house, she took a moment to stretch, her muscles sore from a brutal chest and shoulders workout the day before. As she did, thick tufts of dark, almost black hair showed themselves from under her arms. She heard Steve gasp, as she just smiled. She hadn't shaved that area since Steve had mentioned he had a problem with her hair. He forgot about it, and she didn't remind him. She turned and winked at him, which threw him off even more, before getting in the car. Steve joined soon after.

The first part of the trip was far more difficult than Aurora thought it would be. Getting through airport security was a nightmare. She handed the person working the ticket booth her ID, and then proceeded to have to prove that's who she really was. Fifteen minutes of argument later, and with no help from her seemingly useless husband, Aurora resolved the situation and got her ticket. She stormed off in a huff, and grabbed Steve's hand to head towards their plane.

"What was that all about?" Steve asked her. He hadn't wanted to get in the middle of things, mostly because he didn't know how to help.

"She said that this couldn't be me because I look nothing like I do in the picture on my ID, which is total bullshit!" Aurora said loudly. "Sure compared to the skinny little bitch in this headshot, I'm fucking ripped now. I just don't understand how people can be so fucking stingy about a goddamn plane ticket!" Aurora was drawing a lot of attention to them as her new lower voice carried well throughout the airport.

"Babe, can you try to be a little quieter? People are staring, and I don't want security to throw us out!" Steve whispered emphatically.

Aurora took a moment to look around, before frowning even deeper. "Fine. Fuck these people. I know I look different. I look way better than I did in this picture, but it's still definitely me, isn't it?"

Steve took the ID that Aurora handed up to him, still rather shaken by her explosive outburst. She had never cursed like that before, especially not in public! As he looked at the ID photo, he couldn't help but agree with the salesperson a bit. The woman in the photo was gorgeous, with bright blue eyes and blond hair and a soft, round face. The woman walking alongside him now was very different. Yes, she had much better defined shoulders, shown off wonderfully in the tank top she was wearing. But Aurora's face was harder now. The skin a little rougher, her whole face more square. Her hair was darker, and just...didn't look as luxurious as it once did. He didn't want to upset her further though, so he just said "I have no idea what that person's problem was. It looks just like you." He handed Aurora her ID, and they headed off to board their plane.

After that mishap though, the rest of the day of travel went very well. Aurora was liking wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off her powerful muscles, and she couldn't help but chuckle with other people at the striking difference between her heavily muscled form and Steve's ever fattening one. She loved the contrast, and couldn't get over it. After a long day of travel, they both went to their room at the resort, and passed out for the night.

[derekr]

Loving how this is progressing!  And thanks for taking to time to put some more detail in.  Great stuff.

[ThomasElliot]

Bit of an early, and short-ish addition today, before the weekend. I have another part mostly finished for tomorrow.

Anyway, here's part four! Enjoy!

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The first day of their actual vacation they spent in the hotel room, fucking like animals. Well, Aurora did anyway. A couple days without sex had left her pussy starved for attention. It became immediately apparent that Steve wasn't going to be able to keep up.

Aurora had woken him with a blowjob, which she knew he liked. At her new height of 5'7", she was now able to fully take his painfully average and, frankly, occasionally disappointing cock into her mouth. She moaned around it as he hardened, ready to start fucking him. She had realized over the past few weeks that her enjoyment of sex wasn't so much that she was attracted to Steve anymore. In fact she didn't really like his pudgy, doughy body as all. The fact is that she turned herself on, especially when she compared herself with Steve. She mounted him, her thick bush overwhelming the hair around his cock, her powerful thighs and hairly, diamond hard calves overwhelming his chunky thighs. He didn't even try to resist or flip her over so he was in control. He merely laid there, running his hands over her three inch thick pecs, her inch deep abs, and watched as her powerful body went to work fucking him silly.

Steve did his best to hold out, and thanks to his sleepy self, he was able to go about half an hour before blowing his load. Aurora had cum five times during that, and hopped off of him, her sex drive momentarily appeased, if only just. She walked over to the room service menu, and started going through it. It all looked delicious. "I'm gonna get the large pancake meal, and the breakfast platter," she said to Steve, tossing him the folder of food options. "Pick what you want, and I'll order it up here," she said, as she went to go brush her teeth.

Steve picked the yogurt parfait, which was patheticly small in Aurora's eyes. She ordered, and then squeezed in a quicky with Steve before the food showed up. It wasn't anything fancy, and he hadn't even cum. She just rode him to one quick orgasm, and then put on a bathrobe. Steve looked dejected, but Aurora didn't really care very much in the moment. She was hungry.

After breakfast, Aurora sauntered up to Steve again, a lust-filled twinkle in her eye. He lay back she she mounted him again, throwing off her robe and throwing out a miniature crab flex. All her upper body muscles, from her forearms, biceps, pecs, traps, and lats, swelled with power and strength. The display made Steve instantly horny, and Aurora quickly mounted him, fucking constantly for the next hour or so until he came.

Steve slept until lunch, and after a similar meal of Aurora eating 2-3 times as much as he did, they repeated the fucking. After he fell asleep again, Aurora grabbed her large pair of sweats and headed for the resort gym, which was shockingly well equipped. She smiled as she looked around at the empty space, loaded with as much equipment as the gym she went to back home. She popped a pre-work out pill, and got lifting.

Two hours later she returned to a worn out, barely conscious Steve. "I'm gonna take a shower," she said, before jumping in and getting clean. She heard him grunt something, but couldn't make out what it was. She let him rest until after dinner, when her libido finally caught up to her again. She pounced on him for a third time that day, but he mostly just laid there, letting her pound her own pussy on his tired cock, his sex battered body no match for her apparently insatiable sexual appetite. She didn't know if it was the exaustion or the lack of cum in his body, but he lasted for almost an hour an a half before he let loose a feable ejaculation, and passed out for the night.

Aurora got off of Steve, frustrated. She liked dominating him, and she liked being physically superior to him, but fuck if that last session wasn't disappointing. He really was loosing his edge. She had to finish off the rest of her sexual energy herself. So, she laid down next to Steve and did a quick comparison of their bodies. He was fat, pudgy, and weak. She had the body of an Olympia winner, and bigger than he had ever been. Her hands were bigger. Her feet were bigger. Her thighs, pecs, and arms were much bigger, despite him being so fat now. Her arms were twice as hairy, her legs were too. She had more armpit hair. Fuck, even her happy trail was growing in better than his. Her bush was thicker than his pubic hair, and her clit stuck out further from it. In fact, she thought, looking at the pulsing veins, the purple head that was starting to form...her clit was bigger than his cock. Noticably so. So what did that make what she had? It wasn't really a clit anymore, was it?

She took her new and improved clit, or cock, she hadn't decided, and wrapped her strong hand around it, beginning to stroke it like she had seen in so many pornos beforehand. After a few minutes of experimenting, she found her rhythm, and really began going to town. "Nnnngg fuck this feels good," she moaned, understanding immediately why guys jacked off so much. It was so easy, and it felt so good. She felt an orgasm building, but it was different this time, just a little, and as she came, she fired off a volley of girlcum from her clit. Aurora shuddered as her orgasm calmed, but her clit was still hard. So she went again, and again, and again, until she finally passed out with her cock in her hand. She smiled at the thought. Her cock...

[governor]

Beard growth is sure to soon begin!

[jhunter]

Interesting rate of growth and effects. Could use a bit more details as her growth  progresses though.

[Sheep]

Mmm,big juicy, hard clits. Brilliant

[QBikk]

I appreciated the start of the story, overall it is very well written and I like your writing style.
I can't help but notice that she's getting emotionally detached from him and getting so hyped up by herself, that she's starting to disrespect him. As a result, I can't see myself appreciating (not liking) the character that Aurora is becoming.

[ThomasElliot]

Part five! Very early post today, I know. For those with concerns of where the characters are going, all I will say is that things are going to get more intense from here.

That said, I hope everyone enjoys!

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Day two, and Aurora decided it was time to hit the beach. Steve wasn't so excited. He was more doughy and soft than he had ever been in his life, and he was still completely wiped from the marathon sex session the day before.

Aurora was regretting the beach trip for different reasons. She had forgotten to pick up trunks, but apparently Steve had slipped a bikini into her bag at some point, trying to be cute. Putting on a bikini didn't feel right at all. Holding it in front of her pecs cemented her thoughts. Her pecs were just as big as her tits had ever been, but they were also wide and thick and square. The two tiny triangles on her manly pecs looked weird. Maybe a sports bra and tank top would work for her. It was less weird looking than the bikini top, that's for sure. She moved on to the bottoms, looking at the tiny bit of cloth, then at her flaccid she-cock, thick hair, and happy trail. She just laughed at the absurdity of even trying to put them on.

"Babe, do you know if they sell trunks in the store downstairs? I need you to go buy me some. I didn't think to buy any before we left, and the old bikini you packed looks fucking ridiculous," she said, walking out of the bathroom. It was the first time he had really seen her naked since the last time he had shaved her, five days beforehand. He had kind of seen her yesterday, but it had been dark in the room, and she had mostly spent the day fucking him silly, so he didn't remember much.

"Holy shit! Your clit is enormous! What the hell babe??" Steve said in disbelief. He didn't want to say it, but it was bigger than his cock. It had to be.

Aurora looked down at her naked body again "So I have a huge dick, so what? You worried that it's bigger than yours?" Aurora said with a sly smile. She knew it was bigger. She just wanted to see what he would say.

"No!" Steve said defensively. He was lying, of course. He was very worried. He was horrified at the prospect that his wife was packing more than him in the cock department. And the fact that she had called it a dick didn't sit well with him either.

"Well then, let's see it," she said, walking over to him and pulling his trucks down. She gave his dick a stroke and it instantly became erect. She gave a little snicker as she realized the reality of the situation. She was bigger than him, in every way. On every side of his cock, you could see her cock beneath it. It was a good six inches long, and thick, with pulsing veins and a head. "Wow. Guess I am packing more heat than you. So how about you go and get me those trunks now. Because bikini bottoms aren't made for a dick like mine." Steve gulped and left the room without another word, returned later with her trunks, and handed them to the sports bra clad Aurora. Aurora shuddered with pleasure as she put them on, as she realized that, because of her muscular body and narrow hips, her cock filled out the trunks way better than he did.

"Aurora, can I...can I shave you before we go to the beach?" Steve asked, his voice small. It was so small that Aurora barely heard it.

"What's that?" she asked, turning to face him.

She watched him take a deep breath to steady himself. "Can I shave you before we go to the beach?" he asked more confidently.

She smirked. "Why? Give me a good reason and I'll say yes."

She watched him think it over. He was really pondering this one. Then he said "I want to shave you because I'm...embarrassed that my wife is...a lot more hairy than I am."

Aurora couldn't help but laugh loudly at this. "You're goddamn right I am! Oh I hoped that you would say something like that. Man, that felt good." she pretended to wipe a tear of joy away, before walking towards the bathroom and waving for him to join. "You're going to want the clippers and the razor," she said.

Steve panicked for a brief moment, worried that he had forgotten the clippers. As he reached in his suitcase though, he found everything he needed, and followed Aurora into the bathroom.

Aurora was standing in the middle of the bathroom playing on her phone, and standing on a towel. She looked bored, but she just wanted to get this over with. "Hurry up," she barked at Steve impatiently. "I wanna go to the fucking beach."

"Yes, dear," he said sheepishly, before kneeling in front of her. He looked at the massive, muscular, naked woman in front of him, eye level with her......dick......and realized he had no idea where to begin. However, he didn't have time for that, so he plugged in the clippers and got to work.

He started with her legs, getting all of the thick hair on her shins and on her calves, revealing her super low body fat muscles to the world. Steve was instantly drooling over the vein covered heart shaped muscles, but pushed his arousal down to focus on the task at hand. He noticed, with a frown, that the hair on her quads was starting to darken. Not much, but enough that he could see it, being this close. He chose to skip clipping that, as he knew the razor would take care of the thin, wispy hairs.

Then he went up to her bush and happy trail. He couldn't get over how big her...dick...looked with all that hair! He was about to bring the clippers to it when he realized that shaving would only make it seem even larger, so he didn't. Instead, he clipped along her trunks line, and got rid of the happy trail.

He next went to her arms, and took a clipper to her forearm hair. He had never shaved this area, and it was tough going. Again, the bulging, vein covered muscles he revealed underneath made his own dick rock hard. But it quickly deflated as he noticed Aurora's larger member. He did the same to the other arm, noting again that thin hairs had made their way up to her biceps and triceps. He then lifted her arms, one at a time, and took the clippers to the forest that was growing underneath each. When he was done, her legs, arms, armpits, and lower abs were covered in a dark stubble, and the white towel and their feet was coated in hair. So much hair, he thought.

Aurora followed his lead into the shower, where he proceeded to shave the rest of what he had trimmed off of her body. All in all, it took almost 40 minutes for him to shave her bare, except for her thick bush. She was a little disappointed to loose it all, if she was honest. But at the same time, she was excited to see how quickly it would grow back.

"What's the matter with this bit?" she asked, pointing to her pubic area. "Didn't feel like it?"

"No, I just...wanted to leave it. I don't mind that bit," he lied.

"Hm," Aurora said, not believing him, but she decided to leave it all the same. Then they hit the beach.

That night brought another first to their relationship. As they came into the hotel room after a late dinner, and both quite drunk, Steve couldn't help but start roaming his hands all over Aurora's body. He was too drunk to care that he could feel the prickly hair where he had shaved earlier, even if he couldn't see it. All that mattered was her glorious muscles.

Aurora, for one, was immediately into this. She wanted the weak little man she called a husband to worship her body, and he looked like he was ready to do so. "Yeah? You like your wife's big, sexy muscles?" she asked, her voice husky and deep. She noted, with joy, that if she pushed a little, her voice was almost as deep as Steve's.

"Yes, my god your muscles are so sexy," he panted. "So sexy and veiny and hard!"

"You like that I'm all muscle, don't you? No flab to get in the way of these fat, roid filled veins. No tits to get in the way of my rock solid pecs," Aurora said as she stripped and laid down on the bed.

"Yes, fuck I love your muscles, the veins, the roids! Your arms are so hard, your pecs and abs so thick I love it!"

She watched as he jumped on her, his soft body clashing with her hardbody in the sexiest way. Steve's hands roamed her body, getting a grip or touch on every sinew, every vein on her upper body. He was kissing and licking every muscle he could, as he slowly worked his way down her thick neck, her powerful pecs, to her abs. He got extra distracted here, running his tongue along every ridge and valley of her muscle packed stomach.

That was when he felt Aurora's hard cock, and he immediately recoiled. "Why the fuck did you stop?" Aurora asked. "I was really enjoying you worshipping my muscles, it's been long overdue."

"I'm sorry," Steve said, rubbing his hands together nervously. "I just, I love your muscles, but I don't know how I feel about that... That thing that's been growing for a few weeks now."

Aurora felt anger and him being so coy, but that anger quickly went away, replaced by a wicked grin. "What thing? My biceps? My quads? What?"

She watched as he turned beat red. "You know, Aurora. Your... That," said, pointing to her dick.

"My bush? You can trim it if you want to, tomorrow." Again he shook his head. "Then what is it?" He just stared at the bed. "What are you afraid of?" Still nothing. "Is it my cock? You're afraid of my cock." Steve nodded. "What? I couldn't hear you." Still nothing. "Say it you little fuck!" Aurora shouted. Steve jumped, her voice powerful now.

"I'm afraid of your cock!" he shouted back.

Aurora moaned with pleasure at his words. He had yet to say the word aloud, and it was music to her ears. "Oh fuck, I love the way you say 'your cock.' That sounds so good. Your big, muscle bound, beautiful wife and her cock that's bigger than yours," Aurora was lost in orgasm the next moment, her cock firing cum through the air. Steve screamed in shock. "Oh shut the fuck up you big panzy, it's a cock! What did you expect it to do?"

Steve was mortified by this whole situation. But he had no idea how much things were going to escalate.

"You're soft? Oh come on, I was actually going to let you fuck me tonight. Oh well, guess we will go with plan B. Get over here and suck my cock," she commanded, her voice firm.

"What?!" Steve asked.

"Get over here and suck my cock. I need to get off, you're a limp noodle, so get over here and put that mouth of yours to work! I'm fucking tired of hearing you snivel and worry about how I look now anyway. If you do a good job, I'll return the favor."

Aurora watched Steve hesitate, but she could also see that his will power was weakening. She waited for a few more seconds before grabbing Steve's arm, pointing to her cock, and commanding him. "Suck it, bitch."

Steve immediately did as he was told, as he dove onto her cock, taking it in his mouth, propelled by her harsh words and some liquid courage. He immediately hated it, as every bone in his body told him he should not be sucking a cock. He was straight! He had no desire to suck dick! And yet, here he was, mouth full of his wife's cock. A loud, low moan from Aurora let him know he was doing the right thing, so he got to work.

Aurora moaned with pleasure. Steve had eaten her pussy on a number of occasions, and never had any trouble finding her clit. But this was something special. Her cock in his mouth was a whole new level of pleasure, both physical and mental. Her husband was clunky, awkward, and his technique was rough to say the least. But that only hightened her pleasure. He had never sucked a cock before. And now, he was sucking a cock that was bigger than his. Her cock.

"Get in there, deep throat that fuck stick of mine! Get your nose nice and deep in that bush you don't want to shave, savor how thick it is!" Steve did as he was told, and Aurora was treated to a symphony of disgusting, erotic noises as he did his best to take her thick shaft in his mouth. It wasn't working, and Aurora didn't really mind when he went back to focus on the head of her cock.

Fifteen minutes later, she felt her orgasm coming. "Stop sucking and jerk me off, you're gonna want to see the show," she ordered him. Steve came up off of her dick, and wrapped his hand around it. This he has a lot of experience with, and he jerked it like a pro, being treated to Aurora's stream after stream of girl cum, accompanied by her moans of pleasure. As soon as it was over, she turned to Steve. "Not bad. Needs work, but you'll have plenty of practice, don't worry. Now get over here so I can suck you off real quick." And she did, in less than thirty seconds, swallowing his meager load without trouble. He collapsed to the bed, asleep. Aurora watched some TV until she, too, was ready for bed.

The next morning, and indeed every morning after that night, Aurora woke Steve to give her a blow job. If he did good enough, he could fuck her. Needless to say, Steve got much better at sucking dick real fast, and Aurora enjoyed it as he had to work around her ever growing cock to be on top.

Day three and four, they went to the beach, and both times Steve asked Aurora if he could shave her. He got a little more comfortable with asking each time, but she noticed that he was struggling more and more with actually shaving her body. Each time she woke up in the morning, she had just a bit more than she had the morning before. By day five of their trip, Steve said he didn't want to go to the beach.

"Why not?" Aurora asked gently.

"I just don't want to go today," Steve said honestly, although he refused to elaborate.

"Ok," Aurora said. "I'll meet you later this evening for dinner!" And with that, she grabbed her beach stuff and walked out the door.

Aurora's free day at the beach was wonderful. As soon as she was out of the room, she did something that she had wanted to try, but didn't want Steve around to piss her off about it. She made sure the hallway was clear, and then pulled off her tank top and horribly overtaxed sports bra, and tucked them in her bag. She took out a baseball cap she had bought on the first day at the resort, and tucked her hair up into it. "If this works, I'm shaving my head tonight," she muttered. As she walked down the hall, she stopped at a full length mirror and almost came right there.

Standing in the mirror was one of the best looking guys she had ever seen. Strong jaw and Adam's apple, broad shoulders, a muscle packed body fitting an amateur Mr. Olympia competitor, veins popping everywhere. The short, but obvious hair on the arms and legs, the happy trail going from the bellybutton to below the trunks, the faintest of stubble on the pecs, giving him the rugged look. The cock bulge in the trunks making it obvious that he was packing some serious heat. But it was her. Aurora. She was the person in the mirror. The best looking man she had ever seen was herself. "And it's only going to get better," she said with a smile.

She spent most of the day walking around the beach without a shirt on, her large feet and powerful muscles carrying her through the sand. It was incredibly freeing. Nobody looked twice, and least not to check if she was a woman. Plenty of women, and a few men, were definitely checking her out. She noted, curiously, that the people she was checking out were different as well.

No longer did her eyes travel to the buff athletes that were all around, the jock guys who bristled with confidence. Now her attention was on women. She had never considered herself bisexual, but she was also a very different person now. The tight bodies, the tits, the asses. The way their hair flowed in the wind, and their overall softer and more delicate appearance was now simply intoxicating to her.

She thought about this new development as she tanned a bit, reading a book she brought. She got her typical, massive lunch at a local restaurant that was absolutely delicious, before heading back to the beach. She wanted to flirt a little with some of the women, just to see if she could, but decided she wanted the haircut first. Just to be at her most confident.

She joined Steve for dinner at one of the many restaurants in the resort. He politely informed her that he had lounged around all day, and it was wonderful. Exactly the kind of thing he needed on this vacation. Aurora was genuinely very happy to hear this, as she had been worried about him ever since he came back from his extended work trip. He deserved a break.

She was, however, lost in thought half the time. As they talked, she realized two things: first, she still loved Steve, and talking to him normally, without the distractions of her body, was actually very pleasant; second, she wasn't so sure she liked Steve anymore. He was too timid and shy, and she just was not attracted to his body at all. She quickly put these thoughts away though, to unpack at a later date.

After dinner, Aurora looked at Steve, weighing her options, she everything she has figured out today. "I'm going to go get a haircut," she announced. "There's a barber here, and they're open late. I'll be back to the room a little later," she said with a smile, before standing up and giving him a quick kiss.

Aurora retuned to the room later that evening to find Steve already asleep in the recliner. "Pathetic," she muttered, shaking her head in disappointment. Then spent the next two hours watching porn and jerking off, and then going to bed.

Steve did not take kindly to her new haircut. It was buzzed on the sides and very short on top. Aurora loved it, but she could tell it made him uneasy, an emotion he seemed to be having more often. However, it was also an emotion she didn't give a shit about. She loved the new hair cut, it really emphasized her strong facial features. Her jawline had never looked better. The long hair going down her back had just looked out of place. Now, with her tight haircut, she really looked complete. She looked masculine and powerful. She looked fucking sexy. And if Steve couldn't see that, then fuck him. She didn't want to leave him behind, but she wasn't going to stop and let him catch up.