The Suit

[Amnoartist]

The Suit
Chapter 1
Commissioned by Big Easy


Sarah had wanted to do the right thing in presenting herself as best she could for Bev. But Sarah wasn’t so quick to shake her distrust of her father, Colin. Sarah had promised to do her part in mending bridges with him, even if she knew he did most of the damage.


The eighteen-year-old five-foot-teen brunette played with her breakfast at the kitchen table as Colin and Bev laughed mid-conversation about something they would do together later that night. Then came the kiss, at which Sarah cringed. She promised her father, but it was a promise challenging to uphold.


“I appreciate you for doing this, Sarah,” Bev said, holding Colin’s hand firmly on the table. She looked at the teenager, clearly trying to smile like a mother. It was a crude attempt Sarah didn’t appreciate, especially from her. “Moving in with your father and I was a big thing.”


Sarah reared her head, embarrassed. Yes, she agreed to stay with her father and her new stepmother, but begrudgingly and for his sake, not hers. Sarah wouldn’t let Bev in that easy, no matter how hard she might try.


“Sarah.” Colin was conflicted. He understood why Sarah gave Bev the cold shoulder, but he was also wary of their shared promise. Instead of scolding his daughter as usual, he focused on Bev, who kept the same forced smile.


“I don’t have to like her.” Sarah didn’t mean to yell out like that, but somehow she felt better because of it. The truth had let itself be known. “I’m not doing this for your new fancy piece.”


Colin lowered his head, embarrassed. He had hoped their first night as a family would be the start of something better, but it seemed as though Sarah wouldn’t let that happen. Their promise was already on the brink of breaking.


“It’s okay, Colin. I’m sure Sarah doesn’t mean it.”


But Sarah did mean it. Every word. It was targeted and deserved as far as she was concerned. She couldn’t understand why her father did what he did. Was it that there was no longer love between him and her mother? Why couldn’t they have talked it out instead of Colin cheating on her with Bev? And now Sarah’s mother was worse off because of it. Sarah then had to decide to live that life with her mother or with her new stepmom, Bev, whom she now deigned to hate. But Sarah couldn’t just run off now, knowing her mother decided to cut off contact with Colin afterwards.


“Your mother and I—”


“—Were doing just fine, actually,” Sarah snapped mid-sentence coldly. She then glared at Bev, whose motherly facade had slipped, now painted in shock.


Then came the awkward silence. All three knew the issue was bound to be brought up eventually. Colin and Bev just wished it wasn’t on the first night. Perhaps now, with the silence, the conversation could steer to less argumentative topics.


“So, Sarah…looking forward to Comic-Con, huh?” Even though Sarah harboured some deserved resentment towards her, Bev was at least willing to break the ice between them.


Sarah rolled her eyes. She knew it was a mistake to tell her father that earlier. Now Bev was taking advantage of that knowledge to break her down. And Sarah hated how she knew it would get her talking more because she loved comic-con. As a child, Sarah was an avid comic book reader, an interest that matured with age. “I guess so,” was her soft-spoken answer, clearly laced with resentment.


“Any ideas for your next, whatchamacallit, cosplay?”


Sarah had a few ideas. Finding the time and supplies for whatever she settled on between her future engineering studies was the issue. Thinking ahead optimistically, she might even get to use her engineering skills for a future cosplay.


However, she didn’t answer Bev, still giving her the cold shoulder.


“I remember her first cosplay.” Colin could see Sarah wouldn’t open up to Bev anytime soon, but maintaining the conversation about something she was interested in would help. “Painted your face green to go as an orc, remember?”


Sarah hated herself for smiling at that. She promised herself she wouldn’t. But that memory of her orc cosplay was one of her best. She wouldn’t ever forget that cosplay. Sarah wouldn’t be who she was without it.


“Well, whatever your idea is, I’m sure it’ll turn out great,” Bev said, still optimistic about finding common ground with Sarah.


Sarah reared her head.


                                                                                                   


After breakfast, Sarah took it upon herself to look for cosplay supplies. To displease her father further, she rummaged through Bev’s belongings to pluck little bits and bobs for her latest outfit—some ribbon, leather from the heel of her shoes, plumage and rolls of thread stashed in the side drawer.


So much more was needed, so Sarah explored the house further, gutting each room of what she felt was unessential, regardless of what her father or Bev might have to say. Sarah looked at it as revenge or justice. Once those rooms had been ransacked, there was only one other place Sarah hadn’t plundered.


In the hallway, she reared her head curiously, noticing the basement door was left open slightly. Perhaps her father or Bev had been there recently and forgotten to lock it. Though Bev was religious in ensuring it was locked up tight. An honest mistake, but Sarah couldn’t pass up the opportunity to annoy the woman further.


Sarah smirked.


The staircase to the basement was old, the wood creaking and groaning in protest against Sarah’s footfalls as she moved downwards. She wondered what kind of dark secret might be found down here that could be used against Bev. Was she a black widow killer, her tools of death stashed away in a box someplace? Oh, what a find that would be.


But Sarah made no such darkly thrilling discovery, only cardboard boxes with random bits and bobs inside perfect for a costume, a couple of photo albums, a Christmas tree and assorted decorations stashed in the corner.


“Ah shit.” Sarah’s hopes to find something incriminating against Bev were dashed. Sure, the woman wasn’t perfect, but even then, Sarah felt she was hiding something. She had to be, making such a fuss about locking the basement door.


Determined not to make the trip to the basement fruitless, Sarah rummaged through the boxes hidden away, hoping to find knickknacks perfect for her cosplay, eventually finding some EVA foam perfect for making a sword.


Then she saw it. A gold-coloured briefcase was hidden away at the side. More effort had been put into hiding this than anything else, only brought to the girl’s attention through the sunlight reflecting it.


Driven by curiosity, Sarah pushed her eyeglasses over her nose before moving towards the briefcase. Maybe she had gotten it all wrong. Maybe Bev wasn’t a black widow but an assassin for hire. “Am I going to find two guns in here or something?”


The briefcase didn’t have a combination lock mechanism, much to Sarah’s surprise, just the thumb partitions used to open it. Then she wondered if it was a bright idea to open it at all. Maybe she was right about Bev being an assassin. And what would it mean if Bev found out? Would Sarah get offed like people in those movies?


She shook her head. There was no way she was right. And she knew that. Sometimes her adoration for comic books and their intricate storylines and complex characters got the better of Sarah, as they had now. It was probably some old files Bev had forgotten about, despite Sarah still at odds with her. But that didn’t quash Sarah’s nosiness. She opened the briefcase slowly, carefully, wanting to savour the moment, the grand reveal.


“Holy shit.” Sarah’s mouth fell wide open, her heart fluttering as her eyes met the contents of the briefcase: a bedazzled bikini designed like Wonder Woman’s suit. Sarah didn’t know how to process such a reveal, her mind formulating a scenario where she imagined Bev as Wonder Woman, a literal superhero protecting the innocent. Perhaps she was wrong about Bev, in a way.


As she removed the bikini from the briefcase, Sarah dusted it off and sized it against her lithe frame. She laughed. It was surprisingly big for something so…risque.


“There’s no way this was made for Bev. The size of it is…well, not for her.” The bikini still pressed up against her chest, Sarah twisted and turned in front of a nearby mirror, almost like dancing. It was a shame the suit was too big for her because it would’ve been perfect for cosplay. Far better than what she had in mind previously. But then came the light bulb moment. “Maybe with some tinkering here and there, it might fit me, though.”


Sarah’s brow curled, her idea formulating into her next action plan.


                                                                                                   


After a good few hours of adjusting its seams and expressing a strong will, Sarah was finished working on Bev’s bikini. Determination and half a decade’s skill in seamstressing had paid off. It had made her bedroom a mess, but she didn’t care, focusing only on the suit.


“Let’s see here.” Sarah brought the bikini up to her waist like in the basement. It was certainly smaller than it was previously. She just hoped it wasn’t too small as she untied the back to put the suit on. How she would’ve felt if all that time and effort had been put into this project, just for it to be worse—


It seemed luck was on Sarah’s side. The suit now fit like a glove with just those few pins she found in her sewing box. Her project a success, she had every reason to stand in front of her full-length mirror and look at herself. It was at that moment she felt a feeling rush through her. A feeling she had never experienced before when wearing a bikini.


Confidence.


Perhaps Sarah felt this newfound confidence because the bikini was designed like Wonder Woman’s, the heroine herself universally recognised for her commitment to justice, peace and equality, a model of strength, fairness and compassion, becoming a symbol of empowerment for women and girls in much of the world. In a way, just like that, Sarah felt like Wonder Woman.


She twisted and turned to get better views of the bikini hugging her frame, seeing herself as confident and assertive. The bikini made Sarah feel powerful, like a more enhanced, better, stronger version of herself. She couldn’t quite explain why she thought that. But it did explain her arousal, at least. Aroused so much that looking at her reflection long enough made the girl cum, moaning as her legs twitched mid-climax, creating a prominent stain in the bikini bottoms.


“No, no, no!” Sarah rushed to remove the suit. If Bev found her prized outfit sullied like this, no doubt she would have a thing or two to say. And what would Sarah’s father think? God, the embarrassment—


She rushed into the bathroom. Running some warm soapy water would hopefully be enough to clean out Sarah’s mess. But she couldn’t deny the feeling that just coursed through her was euphoric. In all her years of self-pleasure, she didn’t ever think simply wearing a bikini designed like Wonder Woman’s would be what gave her her best orgasm.


“That’ll have to do.” The bikini bottoms were soaked in water until a couple of shades darker and scrubbed until Sarah’s forearm hurt. She wouldn’t dare return the suit to the basement, though—too much of a risk of bumping into Bev that way. “Best keep it in my room until it dries.”


After the bikini was stashed under her bed, once again packed into the golden briefcase, Sarah wondered one thing. It was something she ought to have asked herself earlier when unearthing the thing in the first place, but she was too wrapped up in the make-believe comic book fantasy angle of it all to care.


Why was such a suggestive outfit in Bev’s possession in the first place?


                                                                                                   


Discovering Bev’s bikini brought out unexpected youthful behaviour from Sarah the following day. The classic 70’s Wonder Woman theme blaring, she wore the secreted, almost precious two-piece once again, running around the house doing bicep flexes. She was pretty sure she wasn't doing them right, but that was beside the point. The bikini made Sarah feel like an innocent youth in ways even her cosplays couldn’t. Perhaps it was to do with that confidence found after first wearing it. Something that didn’t seem to wane or rub off over time.


Sarah dashed across the hallway to turn the corner where the full-length mirror at the end of it faced her, stopping at it to stand proudly. She didn’t have much of a bust to boast about, but the bikini did its part to help enhance it as best it could, enough to make the girl look down. Though that train of thought quickly shifted back to her fantasy of the princess of Themyscira and the other members of the Justice League battling Darkseid. Sarah only wished she had a prop of the Lasso of Truth to make the moment perfect.


That didn’t dissuade Sarah from her fun, continuing her heroic bicep flexes in the mirror as best she could, imagining the tyrannical ruler of Apokolips fearful of her powerfulness. “Your reign of terror ends here, Dark God,” Sarah shouted confidently, hands on her hips. Then came the smile. This was probably the most fun she’d had in a while.


But then Sarah noticed Bev watching from the corner. Her heart sank, frozen in fear of what the Evil Stepmother might do now that she found her precious suit had been uncovered and in Sarah’s possession. Sarah thought Bev’s view on her wearing it was that she was doing so out of spite and would have something to say about it. Something strongly-worded.


The Evil Stepmother’s response wasn’t a strongly-worded comment or a shriek of terror. Instead, a smile. But from Sarah’s point of view, that didn’t help. It was a mocking grin to her as if Bev thought it was childish of Sarah to act this way. It was only after Bev smiled that Sarah realised that too. It was embarrassing.


Despite the suit, Sarah’s confidence had faded then. Gone was the heroic bravado, replaced with a genuine fear of the unknown, uncertain of what Bev might do or say. She didn’t wait to find out, rushing towards the woman.


It was then Bev’s reaction changed. The smile had faded, morphing into guilt as Sarah barged past her crying her eyes out. “No, wait!”


But Sarah would have none of it. She didn’t want to hear Bev’s apology knowing it would be false, even when she slammed her door shut in the woman’s face.


Bev lingered, hearing Sarah’s muffled cries as she thought of what to say next. “Sarah, I didn’t mean it like that. The bikini looked good on you.” The silence afterwards didn’t instil the hope Bev sought. If anything, her words only aggravated Sarah as something was thrown at the door.


Bev hesitated. “I’m sorry,” she said, whatever that was worth.


                                                                                                   


Later that night, there were evident tensions over dinner. Still embarrassed by her earlier encounter with the woman, Sarah couldn’t look Bev in the eye while she half-heartedly ate. Colin was oblivious to his daughter and new wife’s tension,  too busy eating the delicious meal that had been cooked. Only when Bev nudged him did he feel compelled to speak, to break the awkward silence, but the words weren’t easy to find. He couldn’t force Sarah to like Bev, after all.


“So, are you considering competing on stage again this year?” Colin cut through the medium steak Bev prepared. This time, it was a little undercooked, which was unusual for the woman since she made it often. The only reason that might’ve been the case was if she had her mind on something else, distracted. “I heard they’re bringing the contest dates up by a few weeks.”


“I’m thinking about it. Would have to train extra hard this year, though, since it’s been so long.” Bev chewed her steak lackadaisically, pouting at the meat’s toughness. She would’ve been put off the meal entirely if it wasn’t for the side dish of pasta she prepared alongside it, which she took a sizeable portion of. “Bodybuilding isn’t something one just jumps back into.”


Then Sarah’s lack of care and disdain towards Bev turned in a direction she didn’t expect. Curiosity. Though Sarah guessed she might’ve misheard because of not paying attention until now. “Did you say…bodybuilding?”


Bev smiled. The same smile she had given Sarah earlier in the hallway almost prompted the teen to recoil back into being apathetic and distrustful towards her. But in taking a minute to acknowledge the smile, Sarah realised it was genuine. She felt guilty then. “Yeah. I was a professional bodybuilder before meeting your father. I’m thinking about coming out of retirement.”


“She was the best in the business,” Colin said.


Sarah noticed her father and Bev take a moment to look at each other lovingly. They had done this countless times, but Sarah didn’t see it until now, after what Bev said. Sarah’s resentment blinded her to the fact her father and Bev seemed to love each other genuinely.


“That is…that’s quite cool,” Sarah said. The barrier she had built to protect herself against Bev started falling unexpectedly, and she was happy to let that happen. Sarah was right about Bev being mysterious. She only didn’t expect her to be a cool one. “Yeah,” she affirmed.


“I’m happy to hear you say that.” Bev wasn’t quick to show it, but she was happier about Sarah’s comment than she was willing to let be known. Not everyone was keen to hear about bodybuilding as a topic without later shrugging it off. It seemed as though Sarah was genuinely curious about her stepmother’s past as a contestant. “I finished second place at my last Olympia, the biggest bodybuilding contest out there.”


“I still think you were robbed,” Colin chipped in.


“Do you have, um…” Twiddling her thumbs nervously, Sarah hesitated. Curious to know more, she wanted to ask something but felt it might’ve been intrusive. Bev could see that curiosity was biting her. The same interest she had when younger. “…do you have old pictures of you from back in the day? I’d love to see them.”


Bev smirked. “I have something better.”


                                                                                                   


As Bev slotted a VHS tape into the old player she brought down from the attic, Sarah adjusted her positioning on the couch beside her father. It felt like childhood when he, Sarah and his ex-wife sat together to watch a Disney movie after dinner. Now, Bev was about to transport the father and daughter to her past.


Sarah thought that Colin was especially looking forward to this, more so than he had been about anything else. He was like a child giddy with excitement. Then Bev moved up to sit beside the father and daughter, smiling.


“What’s this?” Sarah said, curious.


“History,” Bev answered confidently as the tape revealed an early 90’s Olympia contest recording, a group of female contestants flooding from one side of the stage to take its centre.


Sarah’s brow curled when she noticed one of the contestants was Bev. She couldn’t have been any older than twenty at the time, her hair flowing gracefully as she shifted into a side tricep pose. Then, as the lighting and cameraman focused, Sarah realised Bev’s outfit for the stage was the same Wonder Woman bikini she’d uncovered earlier that week in the basement! The colours weren’t as muted but vibrant, as if the two-piece were brand new.


The younger Bev was so large that her Wonder Woman bikini was stretched across her massive frame, the straps clinging on for dear life. With each pose she struck, not only was her powerful physique put on confident display, the bikini’s integrity was losing its battle to maintain her decency.


The two females exchanged a knowing look, but no words were said.


Sarah’s focus was now solely on the videotape, cancelling out whatever her father or Bev were saying in the background. The younger Bev was in such prime conditioning she looked like a completely different person; her muscles were pumped, so the veins layered underneath surfaced, thick and lively. When she turned to hit an abs and thighs pose, the stage’s lighting enhanced her oiled physique. She had been lathered in it to appear like a golden buddha. And her glutes—it was a wonder if any fat was left to call her rear end an ass. It was so sculpted and shredded.


In a curious twist, Sarah got turned on by the display on tape, seeing the young Bev twist, turn, pose and strut confidently for thousands to see, showered with praises. Sarah’s arousal was so sudden and unexpected that she had to angle herself away from her father to hide her building urge to cum. It would be embarrassing if he saw her do that, gooning awkwardly at her stepmother’s powerful body. A body Sarah aspired to have. If she were to apply as much time, care and dedication into such an endeavour as cosplaying, there was no reason to think she couldn’t have it.


And she would.

[Amnoartist]

Some context: This is my first serial commission, based on an idea from a generous patron, so I'm curious to see what the reaction is. I had fun putting this opening chapter together, introducing us to the main character Sarah, her father, Colin and new stepmother, Bev, who may be a bit more interesting than Sarah assumes.

[king22222000]

great story keep it up. 

[ArkhamAsylum]

This was a great first chapter. I'm interested to the continuation. How old is Bev?

[Amnoartist]

This was a great first chapter. I'm interested to the continuation. How old is Bev?

Thanks, Arkham! Bev's age wasn't something the commissioner and I discussed, so it's anyone's guess as to how old she is.

[Jaguar]

This is an absolutely excellent start!  Great writing and I love the possibilities I see for the plot.

[phil123]

Great start and now the growing begins

[Amnoartist]

Chapter 2


Sarah was so eager to return to her room that she practically shoulder-charged her door. Seeing Bev’s old videos and watching them with her and her father had instilled a feeling in the girl she didn’t know was possible. Everyone experienced arousal, but Sarah’s was different; it felt much more primal and driven by ambition. Seeing Bev on the stage with the Wonder Woman-inspired suit, her muscles bigger and more defined than all the other contestants, practically blowing them out of the water, was inspiring in more ways than one.


It didn’t take much for Sarah to take advantage of her feelings. Laying on her bed, she slid a hand down her trousers to masturbate, picturing herself in Bev’s body and suit, wowing a crowd of hundreds as she flexed and posed in peerless confidence, feeling her own powerful body feverishly as a hand gracefully caressed the mighty bicep the crowd cheered for as it bulged to its full size.
                                                                                               

When she woke the following day, Sarah’s first action wasn’t to head to the kitchen for breakfast like usual, but instead log onto her laptop and Sarah’s dream had taken a firm hold of her then. Envisioning herself as Bev brought the girl to the cusp of frenzied masturbation layered with moans. Biting her lip, she gripped the bed quilt tightly, imagining it as a firmly embraced bicep. Sarah had eventually become so wrapped up in her self-pleasure that she lost track of time, the last vestiges of warm daylight fading to be replaced by cool moonlight…vise a plan to help get her as big as Bev once was. Sitting at her desk in the corner, Sarah didn’t care much that her underwear was still soaked from what had happened last night—a small price to pay for what she had planned.


“Let’s see here…” Sarah’s first step in her plan towards greatness was to research female bodybuilders — as many as she possibly could find and download images of them onto a folder — and a comprehensive list of workout and diet regimens she would compile into individual spreadsheets for ease of use. But researching female bodybuilders proved much more complicated than Sarah envisioned, seeing the plethora of images on-screen showcasing their oiled physiques. One woman in particular made Sarah horny again, but she pushed through the urge to act on the feeling, scrolling down further.


While not as exciting as looking at pictures of female bodybuilders and downloading images of them to be stored in a folder for reference and “inspiration,” which had quickly swelled to over three hundred files large before the hour was up, Sarah was also using the time to look for a part-time job. The money earned would pay for all the food and supplements Sarah needed to accomplish her goals. The issue was there weren’t many local jobs on offer.


“Store assistant. What is that, packing shelves, making sure the food is still in date?” Sarah would be the last person to slant anyone with a job like that, especially when one couldn’t be picky. It just didn’t interest her. At least if the job were exciting, it would make her want to do it.


And then, as if fate itself were on her side, Sarah saw it. An opening for a night-shift attendant at Atlas Gym, just a few minutes away.


“This is perfect!” The night shift would allow Sarah to work out during regular hours and train alone, preventing embarrassment because barely anyone would be at the gym so late. Sleeping and staying home during the day while her father and Bev worked was also a bonus.


Sarah clicked on the bold “Apply Here” button without hesitation.                                                                                               


One Month Later…


Sarah’s time at Atlas’ was going well. The girl had just gotten her first paycheck which was quickly used to purchase creatine and, finally, some gym wear she sorely lacked. The pay was good enough to extend beyond those things; she hid some new books about bodybuilding poses and training guides away from her father and Bev, reading them secretly and religiously, which had paid off well enough for Sarah to see some slight results after just a few weeks.


Sarah’s body twisted as she turned gracefully to strike a side-chest pose before the mirror wall. She smiled as her bicep bulged to the size of a lemon. Inhaling, she filtered out her thoughts about the day’s events to focus on the now, the body she was resolved to forge to the epitome of greatness. It would just take time and effort—


Sarah’s face fell flat after the smile slipped, now deadpan.


—time and effort she felt would eventually feel like a chore.


“No, this isn’t cutting it. I need more, faster.”


Sarah was happy with the results she already achieved but was expecting more. After her month’s-worth of labour and habitually reading the books she bought, Sarah thought she would be stage-ready within just a few weeks. It was an unrealistic expectation.


But an expectation Sarah felt needed to be met.


She seemed to go on autopilot at that point. Her focus had shifted from posing to finding the one thing she knew would help her achieve her goals quicker. Steroids. Grabbing her phone, she hastily googled all the different types of steroids to exist, researching each in a separate tab: Anavar, Winstrol, Primobolan, Clenbuterol, Deca-Durabolin, Dianabol — everything — caring not for the legalities or safety concerns. She also came across some experimental stuff that added mass in minutes from casual chatting on bodybuilding forums but didn’t trust their existence’s validity.


“Winstrol seems the best choice if I want lean mass and strength.” From what Sarah understood through her hasty research, Winstrol, apparently more commonly referred to in the bodybuilding scene as Winny, was initially designed for treating Osteoporosis and breast cancer. When word got out about the drug's ability to boost lean mass and muscle tissue, bodybuilders predictably quickly found ways to obtain it illegally. Sarah’s initial enthusiasm promptly fizzled out. “The high cholesterol risk is a red flag, though.”


Sarah surmised she could take some to experiment carefully with the steroids she’d buy to see which ones worked best, learning the concept of cycles and stacking. When that decision was made, Sarah was hit with a roadblock.


“But how the hell will I get my hands on these things? I wouldn’t even know where to start.”


Sarah was veritably stumped, her road to greatness blocked by uncertainty.                                                                                           


In the following days, Sarah made minimal progress. She had half a mind to give up, knowing she couldn’t achieve her goals without the steroids she couldn’t get her hands on. When commenting on a forum post about openly dealing steroids and asking for a supply, being honest about her age came back to bite her. Despite Sarah's comments about their hypocritical and illegal operation, the supplier wasn’t keen on dealing with teenagers. So they didn’t budge.


Despite that, Sarah kept up with her night shifts and training at Atlas, hoping her luck might change one day. Whether tomorrow, next week or a month from now, Sarah was sure she would get her hands on steroids and need money for them. They weren’t exactly cheap but would be worth the effort.


Tonight’s shift was a momentous occasion, however. It was Sarah’s last before the summer break started. So she would then have over eight weeks to focus on her goals. She couldn’t wait to dedicate all that time to her growth, though she just wished she knew where to find some gear to help.


“What the—” Sarah had been working at Atlas long enough to know she had spent all her night shifts alone. As it turned out, barely anyone around town was interested in working at such a large, sweat-greased place at night, partly why Sarah got the job so quickly — though her evident enthusiasm likely also played a part. So when the doors leading into the gym were opened, revealing a male bodybuilder who couldn’t have been much older than Sarah herself, she was floored by his presence.


Sarah didn’t want to get ahead of herself, but maybe, just maybe, this newcomer was a sign from the powers that be things were on the up for her. They had to be. After all—


“He is huge.”


—no self-respecting bodybuilder was as big as he was without some ‘help’ to get him there.


Seeing this new prime specimen load the barbell to its maximum weight capacity, Sarah didn’t do much beyond watching him. Seeing this absolute unit of a man hoist the weight like it was trivial, Sarah was weak at the knees at the prospect of possessing such strength. Though for now, it was only a dream.


“Where the hell did he come from?” Between her keen observations, Sarah realised she hadn’t ever seen this hunk of manly meat before. The young bodybuilder caught Sarah’s burning stares through the mirror wall as the barbell was brought up for his sixth rep. Sarah positively blushed, though she panicked when the fellow turned to face her.


“Like whatcha see?”


Sarah stammered. She hated being put on the spot like that because she obviously liked the display, but she didn’t want to admit that in case the guy took it the wrong way. But the more she stammered, the more she blushed. The fact this nameless hunk was slowly approaching and getting closer didn’t help. There was only one thing to do now.


“I’m sorry. Just not used to seeing someone so strong and hot, is all,” Sarah admitted. Hearing his laugh, she was relieved to feel some weight being lifted from her shoulders then, the ice between the two individuals now broken. “Sarah,” she added, offering to shake hands.


“Eric,” the guy said. They shook hands. His felt warm to the touch, starkly contrasting Sarah’s icy cold. Maybe it was nerves. But then, what did she have to be nervous about?


“Sarah. I work the night shifts here.” The girl had more to say, but her train of thought derailed when Eric scratched his head, allowing his developed pectoral muscles to flex casually, almost teasingly. God, what Sarah would give to have such development. “I didn’t expect to see you; the place is usually dead at this time of night.”


“Oh, I was vacationing abroad for a few weeks. Hawaii.” Eric could see Sarah was, in some manner, awkward around him. She could barely keep her eyes off his muscles when they talked. He had that impression with most girls, to be fair. “I usually train here at this time.”


“How long have you…” Sarah trailed off, utterly mesmerised by Eric’s physical conditioning. She couldn’t put a number on his weight, but he was big and barely had any fat on him. His muscle-to-fat ratio must’ve been 70/30, at least.


“Training? Think it’s been a little over two years now.”


Sarah didn’t expect Eric to bring out his phone next. He wasn’t going to ask about exchanging numbers already, was he? That was a bit forward of him. But no, he opened the video player and showcased a video of a thin, skinny guy struggling to lift even the lightest of weights.


“This was me back then. Had some ambitions but was struggling to do even the basic stuff right.” Eric continued watching the clip, reminiscing on the past and thinking, realising how far he’d come. He barely watched the clip he just showed but kept it as a reminder.


Sarah kept going back and forth, looking at the current Eric and the old one in the video. There was such a drastic difference between the two versions that they were almost entirely different people. The Eric Sarah had just met was easily three times the size of his former self. Some things didn’t add up.


“What’s your secret?”


“The world’s best coach and a shit ton of gear. No one gets this big otherwise.” Eager to get his point across, Eric raised his arms into a double bicep pose, stretching the back of his muscle shirt until it tore slightly. He grunted in a manner not dissimilar to arousal. “Guh, been dying to do that all week!”


Sarah’s legs trembled, feeling a little wet at the realisation she just might’ve found her connection to getting her hands on steroids. The powers that be were on her side, it seemed.


“How much?” she blurted out without thinking. Sarah didn’t care if she came across as desperate, having just met Eric. She needed steroids now, and he was the only person she could trust to get them. “I’ve been trying to get my hands on some, but the last dealer I talked to had to go and grow a conscience all of a sudden because I’m a teenager.”


Eric laughed softly. Not quite the reaction Sarah was expecting. “I’m flattered, but I don’t deal.”


“But you just said—”


“What I mean is, I could talk to my coach. I get my stuff from them.” Eric paused to size Sarah up. It was easy to tell she’d been doing the work for a while now and had some goals she wanted to meet, but her patience was thin. She reminded him of himself in that way. “I’ll ask if they’d be interested in training you, and you can deal gear with them on the side. They don’t have any problems selling roids to teens.”


Sarah’s immediate reaction was to leap forward and give Eric the biggest hug possible. He could barely feel it, of course, with all that muscle packed into his frame, but the sentiment was appreciated.


“Woah, easy there. No guarantees yet. Can tell you’re enthusiastic, though.” Eric had no idea just how true his words were. Sarah had goals. Real goals. And she would do everything possible to achieve them, regardless of safety concerns or legalities. As Sarah eventually pulled free, Eric smiled.


It went without saying Sarah couldn’t wait.
                                                                                                   


Sarah was so focused on getting steroids that that was all she thought about for most of the next day. She struggled to keep up with most conversations with her father and lacked the concentration to do most of her chores to the point she was nearly grounded. Sarah’s only saving grace from that was her father’s head cold—he didn’t want to deal with two problems that day. Meanwhile, Bev was busy preparing for a business trip she said would take a few days, so Colin would have to hold down the fort as best he could despite his flu.


When evening came, as she worked her shift, Sarah’s impatience only worsened. Each minute on the clock felt like an age as she waited for Eric to show up. He’d probably ghosted her last minute, which she half-expected—such a letdown.


“Come on! I shoulda known he’d do this.” Sarah’s impatience was so severe that she could barely accept Eric being only five minutes late. But from her point of view, each minute he was late was one minute further away from her goal.


Then, as the clock struck ten, Eric revealed himself like yesterday, confidently strutting in and approaching Sarah. She was less than impressed, so fixated on her need for gear. “About time you showed up,” were her sharp introductory words, giving Eric the look of death.


“Sorry, we had to make sure the coast was clear and all that. These things aren’t legal, so if we get caught…” he trailed off, knowing Sarah got the gist.


She didn’t care either. Sure, Eric was her gateway to a shit ton of steroids, but she didn’t want his life story. She could find another supplier if things didn’t pan out with his. Though, chances were that would be pretty difficult.


“Okay, you ready?”


Sarah flashed a thick wad of cash from her pocket—at least a few hundred dollars.


Eric snickered. He admired Sarah’s eagerness and determination and wondered how far Sarah would take things with the steroids she was about to buy. With how much money was on-hand, she seemed willing to purchase most, if not all, what Eric’s coach would have on offer.


Eric whistled, signalling his coach to enter from the same door he just used. Sarah’s heart picked up its pace. She was about to do an open drug deal in her place of work for some steroids. The thrill! The girl had to wind that fact back in her head a few times; she could scarcely believe it. Sarah was already planning, envisioning her bright future as a bodybuilder wearing Bev’s old suit on stage, but bigger—so much bigger.


“Sarah, this is—”


 “Bev!”


The two step-relatives looked at one another with shared guilt…

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Your writing style is so amazing, once again you bring the audience in and then hit them over the head!! Her step-mom that she's been at odds with, now stands as the path to her goal!!! Well Bev, how far will you take your daughter?? Can't wait to find out. Karma to you K++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Chapter 3

“Bev, you’re Eric’s trainer and dealer?” Sarah already knew the truth was right before her, but she couldn’t believe it even then. Or perhaps chose not to. She glanced at Eric, who could only respond fittingly with confusion. The gym suddenly felt far less friendly and safe than it ever used to.

Bev had words of her own that felt needed saying, but they wouldn’t shine her in any better a light. If anything, they would paint the woman as a self-righteous hypocrite. The words would still be right though: Sarah was looking to purchase steroids, and Bev would argue the dangers of their use.

Eric had finally caught onto the reality of the situation: Bev and Sarah knew each other. What were the chances of something like that ever happening? And even then, to him. “What are you, like, mother and daughter or something?”

“Step,” the two females replied in unison. They looked at each other for the briefest moment. The situation was severe and put both of them in tough spots, but they couldn’t deny the humour in their joint response. So a shared smirk was to be expected.

“Oh, cool.” Eric didn’t have much else to say; he felt somewhat out of place, considering the situation had shifted beyond a sneaky drug deal. “I’ll wait outside, I guess; let you two settle this out.”

Bev’s face had turned to stone when Eric passed her. Sarah could see the situation was no longer laced with humour, and she was, rightly, in deep trouble for even considering steroids. Sarah usually had some form of response bubbling inside her head for tricky situations, but not this time. Not this time. So—

The gym’s door clicked shut behind Eric.

—all Sarah could do was break down crying in front of Bev. It wasn’t the crying built around the expectation of seeking pity but rather the admittance of guilt. Sarah knew what she planned to do was wrong and yet was willing to do it anyway.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I wanted to look like you on the Olympia stage years ago. With that Wonder Woman-inspired suit? I wasn’t progressing quickly, so I planned to purchase steroids to bulk up faster.”

Sarah had so much more to say, to reveal, but Bev’s stony visage didn’t seem to break, as if Sarah revealing her secrets only made things worse for her. Maybe Bev loved Sarah like a daughter, and she had been proven wrong by the girl’s lack of care. Who knew?

“I—”

Sarah never expected what would happen next. Truthfully, she anticipated a tirade of screaming and shouting from Bev. But no. Bev chose to embrace Sarah, her stony expression shifting to something caring and affectionate. Sarah didn’t expect to hear Bev cry, either.

“Bev, you’re confusing me,” Sarah said between sniffles.

The stepmother pulled away but kept a tight grip on Sarah’s shoulders—a smirk. They had grown reasonably well over the past month, even without ‘help.’ Almost in a maternal kind of way, she was proud. Sarah may not have been her daughter through blood, but that didn’t matter.

“Sarah, I’d be happy to help you achieve your goals. I don’t understand why you needed to keep it a secret.” Bev wiped the tear from Sarah’s eye, the girl looking on with a gentle smile. Sarah didn’t know why she kept it a secret, already aware of Bev’s past as a bodybuilder. Maybe to spare her some pain? It wouldn’t be easy training. “I’m sure you had your reasons, though.”

“Like you have yours for dealing roids?”

Hearing those words from Sarah, of all people, stung Bev. She half-expected such a frigid tone from her husband Colin if ever he found out, but not darling Sarah. An explanation was due. An answer was owed. “For a while, times were hard for your father and me before you moved in. Bills, you understand. I used what I could to help. Found some steroids I knew I wouldn’t be using anytime soon and sold them to some…interested parties.”

“Eric,” Sarah said.

“And a bunch of others. Some old friends.”

“Does Dad know you deal?”

“No!” Bev barked. She didn’t mean to frighten Sarah. It was— Things were going so well with Colin, and now, it seemed, with Sarah, that she didn’t want to lose that. To lose them. Bev thumbed Sarah’s shoulder tenderly. “And I would very much like to keep it that way.”

“Okay.”

“I’d be happy to train you, Sarah, help you achieve your goals, no matter how small or grand they are—if you promise not to tell your father I’m dealing roids.” Bev knew she could trust Sarah, especially considering she would benefit. But even then, she needed assurances.

Sarah's demeanour exuded unwavering determination as she swiftly nodded, signalling her confidence in her chosen path. With steadfast support from her stepmother, she knew she was on her way to achieving greatness and fulfilling her dreams.

“If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right, with my guidance.” Bev squeezed Sarah’s arms and shoulders. There wasn’t a lot of definition or size to flaunt, but there was a solid enough foundation to work with, build upon and grow. “We’ll start with a light roid cycle to see how you respond and build from there. Did you have any short-term goals in mind? Any contests?”

“Comic-Con?” was Sarah’s response.

Bev chuckled.

                                                                                                   

The months of training, dieting and roid cycling went by in a blur, and soon enough, summer was here—as was Comic-Con! Sarah had been to countless cons over the years, her outfits improving each time, as was her confidence around such a swarm of people, but this year things felt different, as though luck were on her side.

Sarah and Eric sat in the convention centre’s food court with Eric, pondering what to do next after sitting through the latest DC movies panel dressed as Wonder Woman. Eric decided to compliment her outfit by going as Christopher Reeves’ Superman. The young bodybuilder’s attention to detail with the costume was perfect, right down to the signature lock of hair curing onto his forehead.

“You know, I’ve been wondering something since we got here,” he said as he licked his chocolate-flavoured ice cream cone. Sarah didn’t have anything so sweet and sugary, slightly paranoid it would derail all the good work she’d been putting in with Bev over the past few months. Instead, she ate the third in a collection of high-protein wraps she had made the day before and stored in a Tupperware food saver. “You said you were gonna wear Bev’s suit but have that one instead. What happened?”

“I wanna wait until I’m big enough before doing that.” Sarah bit through the chicken-filled wrap hard, though she struggled to keep that one string of lettuce from dangling at her chin. It was just so good, the recipe Bev shared. Sarah and Eric shared a laugh not unlike one shared between sweethearts. They might’ve been if they weren’t immersed in their physical goals so much.

“How big?” Eric questioned, his interest piqued.

“As big as Bev was in her prime would be a good starting point.”

Eric almost choked on his ice cream upon hearing Sarah’s bold claim. Starting point? So she had plans to become even bigger at some point? And to think Bev was already quite large in her physical prime. “You wanna get bigger than her?”

“I appreciate what Bev’s done for me these past few months, but….” Sarah leaned back on the chair a bit before flexing her biceps. With the rigorous training and dieting regimen her stepmother had set her on, Sarah had quickly built her physique to match a fitness model or bikini competitor. “…I know these babies have much more potential than she’s letting me unlock if you know what I mean.”

“You wanna start taking more roids in your cycles?”

“Not just more, but stronger ones too.”

Eric swallowed. His mind ran amock to a land of its own, imagining a Sarah where her ambitions were fruitful and she had not only outgrown Bev but become even more so than the supportive stepmother could ever hope to be. Sure enough, Eric’s wild imagination took a fierce grip on him and a hard-on tented in his Superman shorts under the food court table. Smiling, he tried his best to play it off.

The two friends didn’t say much for a few minutes, allowing silence between them. Eric was thinking of other random things to alleviate his erection whilst Sarah sat there thinking of Eric. His large muscles filled that Superman cosplay of his really well. His broad and capped shoulders displayed a silhouette of their striations under the fabric, his biceps bulging hard enough that they might tear through. She had hoped there might also be another ‘bulge’ of his somewhere.

Eric’s eyes widened when he felt Sarah’s foot brush against his leg. He was sure it was an accident, but the petite girl didn’t break eye contact even when he shifted his position slightly. It wasn’t that Eric wouldn’t reciprocate her feelings, but rather that acting on them in such a public place would be dangerous or awkward.

Then, as if to have luck on his side, Eric clocked a group of cosplayers moving through the crowd. They were heading into the hall scheduled to host the cosplay contest. One particular cosplay of Jennifer Walter’s She-Hulk elicited a chuckle from Eric, distracting him from Sarah’s sexual advances.

“Say, why don’t we join the couples cosplay contest?” Eric’s plan of diverting Sarah’s attention away from him seemed to work well enough to make her at least think about his proposal. It would also give him time to relax what little was left of his erection.

“I dunno…” Sarah trailed off, unsure. Her feelings towards Eric were easy to exhibit secretly, teasingly, but the idea of participating in a couples cosplay contest suddenly filled her with anxiety.

“Think of it as training for when you go on the stage for your first bodybuilding contest,” Eric added reassuringly.

Sarah’s eyebrow curled, conveying that her interest was piqued. Eric did make an interesting point. Then, a smile.
                                                                                                   

Before Sarah knew it, she was on the stage with Eric at Hall E for the couples cosplay contest. Some entrants had made a decent effort at making their costumes, but most fell short. Sarah and Eric didn’t plan to enter the competition initially, yet their Wonder Woman and Superman costumes stood out from all the others.

Eric clocked a duo of contestants dressed as Jessie and James from Pokemon while Sarah smirked at the husband-and-wife pairing cosplaying as Mr and Mrs Incredible.

“I think we’re gonna win this,” Eric whispered confidently. He seemed so sure, yet Sarah was hesitant. Sure, their cosplays were the best in the grouping, but she had learned from Bev and reading bodybuilding books that there were countless factors to consider before giving one their medal, trophy or pro card. Eric may have been right, but Sarah wouldn’t put all her eggs in one basket. “That guy dressed as M Bison got the colour of his uniform wrong. It’s red, not blue.”

Sarah couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. It was funny to look at, after all. Eric was right: they might win this after all. But then she noticed the same She-Hulk cosplay Eric had earlier and faltered. Seeing this nameless girl’s back, she had worked to look strong to match the green-skinned heroine. She wasn’t built like a tank or bodybuilder, but a distinct difference between her and Sarah couldn’t be dismissed.

“Holy shit, she’s way bigger than me.” Sarah’s hopes of winning seemed dashed then. There was no way the judges would vote on her and Eric as winners when the She-Hulk cosplayer was bigger than her. In her panic, Sarah had dismissed Bev’s teachings that size wasn’t everything. This fun little contest meant nothing, but Sarah still wanted to win.

“What’re you talking about? She’s wearing a muscle suit.” Eric pointed downwards, identifying the suit’s lining at the She-Hulk cosplayer’s ankles. Sarah noticed, and with that, her fears were lifted. She felt embarrassed, panicking over something that wasn’t even there. “The only gal here with any real muscle is you.”

As Sarah listened to Eric's words, she couldn't help but feel a slight warmth in her cheeks, a telltale sign of gratitude for his genuine and heartfelt remark.

“Wonder Woman,” one of the cosplayer judges dressed as Dragon Ball Z’s Vegeta said, “pair up with your Superman and throw some poses up for the crowd.”

This was Sarah’s chance to shine and show what she’d learned from Bev these past few months. Sarah wasn’t going to go too hard with the poses, a few casual flexes here and there at best, but even then, the idea of finally showing off would be a thrill. As Sarah moved to rest her hands on her hips, she could feel her lats activate and spread gently. There wasn’t much to show for the crowd, but she could feel it, and that mattered. She could feel her muscles bulge.

Eric followed up with a bicep flex. The muscle taut, he could feel the fabric of his Superman outfit tighten and pull as if readying to rip slightly. Saving himself the embarrassment, he relaxed somewhat before eying Sarah mirror the pose. It wasn’t something traditionally Wonder Woman-esque, but it certainly got a reaction from the crowd that cheered livelily.

The second judge dressed as Voldemort smirked. There was no denying the crowd’s reaction had set the tone. He leaned in to confer with his colleague dressed as Vegeta before nodding in agreement. “Well, the crowd knows what it wants. The Man of Steel and Princess of Themyscira win this year’s Couples Cosplay contest! Congratulations, you two.”

Neither Sarah nor Eric could believe it. He hoped they’d win but never truly believed it himself, and she believed because he said they would. Sarah trusted Eric, and it paid off. The girl felt her unorthodox posing as Wonder Woman helped them win, and maybe she was right.

As the judges approached with a tripod-mounted camera, Sarah and Eric stood together for a congratulatory picture…
                                                                                                   

After the convention, Eric suggested he and Sarah go to his place for dinner. She was eager, though knew it would be difficult to convince her father, who had yet to meet the mysterious bodybuilder Bev vouched for. On the promise that no ‘funny business’ occurs there, Colin permitted Sarah to stay at Eric’s.

As expected, Eric’s room befit his aspirations. Posters of famous bodybuilders - Arnold Schwarzenegger, Lou Ferrigno, Phil Heath — adorned his wall. Weight plates casually dotted across the floor, and tubs of protein powder were on his bedside table. His mirror wardrobe was positioned adjacent to his bed, perfect for posing in front of when waking up early in the morning.

He and Sarah sat on the floor, eating pizza and watching TV. Like the ice cream, Sarah initially hesitated to eat such fatty food, but Eric had convinced her that one cheat meal was deserved after their couples cosplay victory at the convention. Neither Eric nor Sarah had noticed they sat close together, closer than friends typically would, with her head resting on his chest, laughing at the TV.

As Eric reached for his fourth pizza slice, the pangs of hunger still weighing him down, he noticed the screen of Sarah’s cell phone flashed as a text message arrived from Bev. He handed the phone to Sarah, who read the text aloud.

“Bev’s congratulating us on our win at the con.” Sarah’s focus briefly shifted from her phone to the freshly-printed photo of her and Eric standing on the cosplay stage, in which he stood with his hands on his hips, proud and confident like the Man of Steel himself, and Sarah boasted a double bicep pose. She’d never felt so confident until then. “Reminds her of her first bodybuilding contest,” she added.

“I bet,” Eric chuckled. He noticed, however, Sarah wasn’t so quick to share in his enthusiasm, still staring at the phone screen, her mouth agape as if in shock. It was as if she’d just been given mind-blowing news.

It had taken Sarah a good minute to mentally register Bev’s following message. It was as though the stars had aligned. Eric just sat there watching, noticing Sarah’s hand tremoring as she keyed in her reply in silence.

“What?” Eric asked, finally breaking the unexpected silence between the two friends.

“Bev just asked if I want to take things to the next level.” Sarah’s voice cracked at the sheer disbelief that her one desire had been brought to fruition so quickly as if some ethereal higher being wanted it to happen. It wasn’t so ridiculous as that, but Sarah wouldn’t look this gift horse in the mouth. “She’ll start upping my doses and put me on stronger gear!”

“Did you—”

“I agreed!”

Eric held Sarah close to his chest with a soft touch and gentle embrace. His arms wrapped around her in a way that suggested a strong emotional bond, one that extended far beyond the boundaries of mere friendship. Despite the simplicity of the gesture, there was an undeniable depth to how he held her.

That was when Sarah felt something poke her in the stomach. Considering how stiff and hardened it felt when pressed against her, it startled her. Then a smirk, realising it was Eric’s hard-on tenting through his Superman suit.

Sarah had never moaned the way she did just then, as if an incorporeal force had controlled and driven her to do it. She had developed quite the crush on Eric these past few months, but neither saw themselves as more than friends.

“Well, well. What do we have here? What brought this on, I wonder,” Sarah smirked.

Even after rearing his head to look the other way, Eric couldn't control his blushing. He could feel Sarah’s hands roam his chest, gently kneading the thick muscles underneath his Superman suit. That only aggravated his erection, which, he guessed, was the point of the comparatively petite Sarah’s caressing.

Eric faced her after regaining his confidence that he seemed to lose to Sarah’s forwardness fleetingly. He knew he would have to tell her why his body reacted the way it did to the news—no use lying when his body told the truth. “The idea of you roiding up and getting huge…turns me on tremendously.”

“I thought that,” was Sarah’s breathy reply as she rubbed Eric’s cock gently. She chuckled when he winced at her applying more pressure, firmly squeezing his balls tightly compact within the Kryptonian’s signature red shorts. Her grip was vice-like, juxtaposed with her toned yet lithe frame. Then a breathy exhale brushed Eric’s ear as she let go. “Why don’t we start juicing me up tonight?”

Eric didn’t need any more convincing. He practically rushed into his en-suite bathroom and rummaged through the drawers before pulling out a syringe kit. He unzipped it to reveal five fresh syringes neatly stored within on one side and a vial of HGH on the other. Sarah had only been using orals like Anavar for the past few months, so the idea of shooting up with whatever else made her even hornier. It was such a thrill watching Eric meticulously prep the syringe.

By the time Eric had prepped the syringe, Sarah had removed the Wonder Woman outfit and stood with only her underwear on, fidgeting impatiently. But that anxiety dissolved and transformed into anticipation when Eric returned from the bathroom and flashed the syringe in his hand, his hard-on even more apparent now.

“Do you mind doing it for me?” Sarah asked innocently, playfully. “I’m a little…scared.”

A smirk flashed across Eric’s face. He knew well enough that Sarah was capable of doing this herself. She’d mentioned it enough times in conversation over the past few months. Still, he complied. It was rather kinky in a way. Before long, Eric pierced Sarah’s abs with the syringe, injecting all its contents into the flexed muscle.

Sarah moaned, her toes involuntarily curling as she felt the steroids coursing through her body. In just a few seconds, Sarah had reached sexual bliss, charged to the skull with euphoria. The girl had been enveloped in so much of her stimulation that time itself blurred before her eyes, unaware of Eric moving in to inject further doses of the HGH into her delts and ass. By then, her veins felt like they had caught fire!

Something seemed to take control of Sarah then. No longer able to withhold her feelings and desires, she jumped on Eric, ripping his Superman suit off to the knees, exposing his nakedness. Sarah wanted to—no, needed to fuck. It was her first time, so the experience was far from being on her side, but she didn’t care. There was also the warning from her father to consider, but as the freshly roided-up Sarah took Eric’s cock in her hand, it quickly became apparent to her that she didn’t care.

Eric arched his head back as he felt Sarah stroke his cock, the motion gentle and tender, loving. She smiled, not because she knew Eric was enjoying it—they both were—but because they were off to a good start for someone with no experience. Watching porn over the past few years had lessons to teach, but putting them into practice was easier said than done.

Sarah spat on the tip of Eric’s cock, making sure to slather it enough so the familiar schlop sound was heard as Eric stared at the ceiling. He then gasped as he felt a warm wetness engulf him. Eric had only expected a handjob from Sarah the first time, but she seemed intent on going far beyond that as they locked eyes.

Sarah wondered how deep she could go. Could she take the entirety of Eric’s cock right down to the shaft or only meet halfway? She was determined to find out, to reward him in some capacity for what he did. In any case, Eric was thicker than Sarah thought, her mouth stretching to better fit the tip of his cock. It was a struggle and that disappointed Sarah.

“Maybe we could—hnnghh—do this another way?” Sarah suggested not-so enigmatically with a smirk.

Eric knew what was being implied but was hesitant. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Sarah’s idea, but that he felt it was a bit…soon for that. But with the way Sarah looked at him as she removed her underwear, it didn’t look like he had much of a say. “Are you sure you’ll fit? I mean…well, I also don’t have protect—”

“Hey, don’t ruin the moment now, stud.” Sarah moved in to straddle Eric, her hips swaying seductively as she held Eric’s cock to position it level with her ass, and then—a gasp as though all the air had been driven from her lungs—plugging in for a tight fit. “There, see?”

No complaints as far as Eric was concerned, his fears melting away when Sarah’s hips started swaying again. Whatever thoughts he had were completely gone when she then moved in to kiss him, her hands exploring his chest like earlier.

“God, I can’t wait to have pecs like yours.” Sarah kissed Eric’s pectorals more passionately than anyone would expect. They were ravenous, almost worshipful embraces of his sculpted flesh. As his cock hardened further, it was apparent he appreciated this little act of adoration.

“No. No, yours will be bigger, fuller and more defined than mine. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, is that right?” Sarah smirked as Eric’s hand moved to caress and squeezed her firm butt as worshipfully as she did his chest. She could feel his cock twitch inside her. At the rate they were going, he was readying to bust his load inside her pussy any minute now. But Sarah was determined to keep him waiting longer, so she clamped her pussy down over his cock like a vice. “And just how big do you want me to get? How do you want me to look?”

“To look roided as hell!” was Eric’s quick reply with no hesitation. It was as though he had thought about this before and had been waiting for an occasion to give his answer. His cock twitched under the pressure of Sarah’s pussy at the potential future of her being juiced up as much as she possibly could. “Side effects and all!

“Thick pecs, broad jaw, deep voice and a swollen clit? Kinky.”

Eric grimaced as he lost control, busting his load so violently that some overflowed from Sarah’s ass and trickled down his bedside. But he didn’t care about any of that, even as he moaned uncontrollably at the future Sarah seemed set on bringing to fruition.

“Uuughhh, that was soooo good! Gotta get fucked more often if that’s how it feels!” Sarah leaned in kiss Eric again, this time with her tongue, practically drawing the oxygen from his lungs in a clear act of dominance. With that, Eric got hard again almost instantly, which Sarah felt and appreciated. “Oooh, someone wants a Round Two. Good—”

Sarah grabbed Eric by the wrists, squarely pinning him to the bed with surprising strength.

“—cuz mumma isn’t finished yet!”

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