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By MagnusMagneto
Special thanks to Corssan1
1.)
“It’s just not fair!” Selina cried before crossing her bulging arms and pouting.
She was outside with Eric. The two of them were looking at his new car, courtesy of Maya. She was wearing an old t-shirt of Norbert’s that was struggling to perform its intended function. Despite the shirt being a size XL and Selina only standing 5’6”, it was pushed to its limits. The entirety of her massive biceps were fully visible, as were the bottom of her bowling-ball deltoids; the bottom half of her bulging abs were revealed; and Eric could easily see the full shape and build of her jutting nipples. It was clear that Selina had no intention to wear a bra, not that she needed it. And who could force her to wear a bra anyways? At this point, only the other Live-Sim girls, and they likely sympathized entirely.
Selina’s red hair now cascaded down to her waist. It was lustrous and soft, though Eric didn’t dare to run his fingers through it. While she was frankly somewhat lax with her grooming, Selina still looked and smelled amazing. Eric knew that she wasn’t wearing any makeup, yet her face was flawless.
“What’s not fair?” Eric replied.
“That!” Selina pointed to his car before walking over to it. She bent down and placed her fingers underneath, and pulled upward, literally upending half of the vehicle off the ground. “I can’t even fully lift it up!” Selina whined. “I bet my mom can!”
Eric considered how Maya certainly could, and how Camille was able to lift the majority of a much larger pick-up truck. Then he considered that Camille was certainly significantly stronger now. “Well… maybe.” He admitted.
She let out a loud huff. “You get this awesome car, and my mom gets ultra muscles! What do I get!?”
“Super muscles?” Eric offered.
“Hmmph!” Selina grunted with a huff before waltzing back inside.
Eric merely scratched his head before eventually doing the same.
1.5)
Now that he owned a car, Eric had a level of freedom unknown to him before. But with that came a new slew of expenses he hadn’t foreseen: car insurance, excise tax, gas, and potential repairs in the future. He quickly realized he would need a job, as he didn’t feel right begging Maya for any money.
Eric applied to multiple jobs, though he was uncertain if they would yield any employment prospects. For the time being he’d have to fight his urges to aimlessly drive around, and instead ration his savings.
–
A few days later, Eric learned what Maya had in mind when he wished for her to take care of his family. Camille had called him into the house’s office/study room, which was unusual because typically only Norbert used the space.
“Sweetie, come on over here.” Camille prompted him. Her staggering bulk was spilling out of the chair she sat in; Eric wondered if it could really support her weight, and just how long until she fully outgrew it.
Eric approached, and even after all of these months around increasingly muscular women, his heart fluttered a bit. Camille was, per usual now, wearing little more than stretchy workout clothing that covered her privates. From behind her lats appeared to be a massive triangle of feminine flesh. Over the past week, she closed the gap between herself and Maya; although Eric was unsure if Maya had grown even further since then.
“Now Eric.” Camille started with a kind-but-firm voice that instantly indicated that she wasn’t angry, but was in no mood for games, “You aren’t in trouble or anything, but I need you to tell the truth. Did you have anything to do with this?” she tapped her small fingers on a document, the entire desk shaking slightly from even that restrained show of force.
Eric came over and peered over Camille’s mammoth deltoid – he could feel heat radiating off of it. It took him a few moments to understand what he was looking at, as he was entirely unfamiliar with what it was. But he quickly pieced together that it was a financial document – a mortgage to be precise. And it stated that their home now had a balance of zero remaining.
“What is this? A paper saying the mortgage is paid off?” Eric asked to verify.
Camille nodded. “Yes, and it’s peculiar because an anonymous entity paid well over a hundred thousand dollars. Well over. All in a single payment.”
“Wh-what would I have to do with this?” Eric sputtered.
Camille squinted her eyes slightly. “Eric. I already made it very clear that you’re not in trouble. But I want you to be honest with me.” She was channeling a level of ‘stern, but loving mother’ that absolutely shook Eric to his core.
“Ummm…”
“Eric. Maya bought you an incredibly expensive car. Then a few days later this mortgage is paid off. Come on now, I’m not stupid.”
Eric let out a sigh, “Alright. I really don’t know 100% what this is, but I wished for Maya to take care of you guys. To take care of my family that is.”
“That’s…” Camille let out a sigh, “Very sweet of you Eric.”
“What’s the matter? You seem upset that debt that would take years to pay off is gone?”
“I…” She let out another sigh. “Sorry. I just feel like it’s cheating or something. And now I feel kind of indebted to Maya. Anyways, a wish?”
“Yeah. Maya dressed up as a, uh, muscle genie…”
“So she’s still buff!?” she cut in.
Eric nodded.
“How buff?” Camille said, carefully eying up his next response.
“Very…”
“Compared to me?”
“About as buff as you.” Eric admitted. It was true – though he left out the possibility that Maya could be bigger now.
“Hmph. Going to need to train much harder then.”
Eric gulped. He was beginning to wonder if there could be some detrimental side effects to the girls carrying so much muscle mass.
“Anyways, what were these wishes you made?” Camille asked.
“Well, the first was for the car. Which I know is selfish, but she told me to make a selfish wish… Then the second was for my family to be taken care of. Then finally I asked for her to be happy.” He explained.
“For her to be happy? Did that result in…” Camille gave herself a slight slap on the face. “Well, you are 18, and quite handsome. But…” She shuddered a bit, “I’m not going to dwell on this, you’re an adult.”
“I am?” Eric asked. “Quite handsome that is?”
“Yes.” Camille’s face turned a shade pink, “But that’s just me speaking as a mother, you know? We always think our children are handsome. But you are genuinely handsome too…” The tables had turned, and now the muscle-mom was endearingly embarrassed. Even Eric could piece together that she likely harbored some level of attraction for him, which made sense considering all of the Live-Sim girls were acting increasingly suspicious around him.
“Anyways, nothing that crazy happened.” Eric said, trying to reassure her.
“Riiiight.” Camille was still flabbergasted, “Anyways thanks for being honest.” She gave him a soft pat on the bottom, then realized how forward her gesture might be perceived, “Um, yeah. Okay, I’m going to continue going over these documents Eric. You’re, er… dismissed.”
Eric spared his step-mother any further embarrassment and left.
2.)
Now that Eric had a car, organizing a meet-up with Chalsey was easy. She gave him her phone number via social media, and the two texted back and forth a good deal. Eric actually found himself intentionally trying to not text her too much, as she seemed to always respond almost immediately – unless she was doing something. Even through text, Eric knew her tone was flirtatious, and she frequently eluded to having undergone a significant transformation. Chalsey hadn’t uploaded any new pictures to her social media since her transformation, so Eric would simply have to wait and see. The two decided to meet up after class the next day.
–
Eric had been told he was to report to the principal’s office after class. This caused him great anxiety as he had no idea what he possibly could have done to get into trouble. He texted Chalsey informing her that he’d have to be a little late for their meeting.
–
Eric entered the room expecting to see their principal: a portly, balding man with chubby fingers. Instead, a tall, massive figure in a powerful looking suit had its back turned to him. He quickly discerned a long pony tail, and… visible calves – massive, bulging, jutting calves – situated atop extremely tall pumps that were likely custom built.
Was that…?
The figure turned around. It was Julia. “So, the big man with the expensive car is finally paying me a visit.” The woman said with an effortlessly sultry and dominant tone.
Chills ran down Eric’s spine, and he found himself wanting to submit to the figure in front of him. It was hard for Eric to gauge just how large she was now, but there was no doubt that she completely filled her suit out. As a result, Julia had an almost blocky appearance to her; though even with the dark suit coat, he could still discern a vast V-taper to her build.
“Have a seat.” Julia commanded. Eric felt utterly compelled to comply. It was a feeling that worried him, but he couldn’t fight it and sat down in a chair next to the desk.
Julia took long, forceful strides towards him. As her powerful legs pressed against her heels, piercing clicks rang out with each step. Eric began to wonder how Julia managed to find a suit to fit her. There was so much wool covering her that her massive natural bulk was enhanced significantly further. It was difficult to gauge if Julia was as big as Maya or Camille, but under that garment, she cast a larger shadow than them.
“Seems we’ve both been promoted, in a way.” Julia mused.
“You’re the principal now?” Eric asked.
She nodded. “We haven’t made a formal announcement, as I was supposed to start next semester… But as you can see I’ve gotten a head start on my duties.”
“I’m sure you’ll do a great job.” Eric offered.
Julia nodded. “It’s strange. Ever since last Fall, when I started lifting weights, my life has been changing far more drastically than I envisioned.”
“Seems things are working out for the better.” Eric added.
Julia nodded again. She closed the distance between them, her sheer presence intensified as a result. “You know, you always were my favorite student, Eric.” she purred.
“I-I was?!” Eric sputtered. This made little sense to him. Sure, Julia had become a bit more friendly towards him after the Live-Sim alpha… And yeah, she had assigned him to tutor Chalsey. But she never really indicated that he was his favorite, not like this.
Slowly Julia lifted the chair with Eric still firmly seated within it. Despite the lack of leverage from the position of her arms, she was utterly unphased by the feat. If anything, she was raising Eric inch by inch for dramatic effect, and to make sure he didn’t fall out or otherwise get hurt. The feeling of weightlessness while sitting in a place he mentally associated with being grounded was fairly disorienting for Eric; he clung onto the edges of his chair, despite the fact that it was ultimately an unnecessary precaution.
Julia continued to raise the seat upward, bringing it closer to her face. She thrived off of the expression of wonder, fear, and secret arousal that was plastered all over Eric’s face. The fact that such a trivial display of her talents prompted this reaction from Eric was even further empowering; and Julia loved to feel empowered.
“Why don’t you go ahead and climb onto my shoulder?” Julia asked. “Unless you don’t want to, I suppose.”
Eric looked around a bit, unsure of the logistics of complying with the request while mid-air.
Julia spoke again, “Aww, come on, I’m doing all this work for you, and you can’t chip in to help with the fun?”
He swallowed, gathered himself, and shifted out of the seat. To Eric’s surprise, despite his moving around, chair desk remained perfectly stable, as if it were still on the ground.
The back and shoulder muscles beneath him were so wide and so firm, that Eric was able to firmly sit on them as if they were a strangely shaped chair; his bottom failing to encompass the entirety of that half of Julia’s upper body. With his legs dangling over Julia’s right breast, he realized that this was irrefutable proof that a little less than half of Julia’s upper body was wider than his entire form. This fact, combined with the fact that Julia held a far greater amount of muscle mass proportionately on her frame; and every muscle was stronger per pound than Eric’s; and the feats of strength she had just displayed, painted a detailed portrait of how vastly superior Julia’s body was to his own.
With Eric on her right shoulder, Julia gently placed the chair onto the ground. Slowly, Julia flexed her free arm, and Eric could see a huge mound of feminine muscle collecting beneath the fabric; a powerful shape took form, pushing against the constraints placed on them. Julia let out a soft grunt – it was cute and feminine: a small reminder of the mere schoolteacher she used to be. As the arm pushed against the sleeve, it began to tear – the top of her deeply split bicep began to peak through; even the bulky material couldn’t contain Julia’s might.
“Be a dear and help free my arm.” Julia commanded.
Eric reached over and began the awkward process of trying to tear the sleeve open. The fabric was of high quality and quite thick, and after making some small amount of progress, he found that he couldn’t actually tear it any further. Julia giggled, reached over, and effortlessly finished the task. The muscle that emerged was indeed impressive, but Eric mentally let out a sigh of relief as he realized it was smaller than both Camille or Maya’s. While Eric liked Julia—liked her enough to recreate her in Live-Sim at least—he felt personally more secure with greater power lying in the other women’s hands.
“Y-your suit is ruined now.” Eric said, trying to contribute something to the conversation.
Julia shrugged, moving Eric in the process. “I’ll just have it tailored. Or pick up a new one. Believe it or not, this was a gift. I’ve picked up quite a few… admirers.”
“Oh, I believe it.”
Julia giggled again, “Lots of guys want to worship me it seems. I indulge them time to time. Within reason.”
–
Julia showed off some more, destroyed her other sleeve, and manually hemmed her top so she could go fully sleeve-less. Eric estimated her arms to be around 32 inches of circumference. They carried particularly large and deep blue veins – a contras made more sharp thanks to her fairly pale skin.
She gave Eric a pop-quiz on different parts of her arm’s anatomy, correcting him time to time as she detailed lesser known muscles like the brachialis, brachioradialis, extensor carpi radialis longus, anconeus, extensors, flexors… so on and so forth. Julia was able to make each individual muscle pop up in a way that he had no hope of replicating.
Before long, Julia received an urgent phone call which she had to take. Her principal duties reared their ugly head. Julia playfully warned Eric that she would be summoning him to her office more often, and told him to brush up on their anatomy: while they had covered her arms today, there would be other bodyparts to be quizzed on in the future.
After being dismissed by his new principal, Eric made his way out to the school’s track and field, where he originally planned to meet Chalsey.
3.)
Eric seemed to be alone. He half-expected to see the track team running laps, and half-expected to see Chalsey herself cranking them out. Both expectations weren’t met. Eric hoped that he wasn’t too late and Chalsey went home already; or she never showed up. He sat down at a bench and stared up at the sky. Spring hadn’t fully come around, and it was still fairly cold outside.
Eric considered how Maya had literally taught him how to kiss; how Julia had come dangerously close to ravishing him in her office; how Camille blushed and acted oddly giddy around him that morning – and had always been awfully intimate with him; how Chalsey was acting so outwardly flirtatious in their texting; and how Selina was… affectionate—or something like it—in her own way. It was true that he gave himself the ‘attractive’ trait in Live-Sim, but he certainly didn’t look or feel that much different. But he also made all of the girls max out their love meters with him in-game. Was it possible that was having a bleed over effect into reality?
The encounter with Julia had his blood pumping, and his loins longing for some kind of release. But that would have to wait. Eric was kind of relieved that Julia seemed weaker than both his mother and Maya, though he wasn’t able to truly test the extent of her strength. She was definitely smaller than the other two at any rate. All Eric had to do was check in with Chalsey, then he would know the current progress of the Live-Sim five. The anticipation was killing him-
“Long time no see.” A lively and feminine voice called from behind.
Eric turned around and was so shocked by the sight in front of him he fell out off of the bench. He got up and dusted himself off, and tried to take in… Chalsey!
The blonde was, unsurprisingly, huge. She was dressed in a gray sweatshirt and sweatpants. They would have been doubtlessly baggy on himself; and yet, Chalsey’s prodigious muscles pushed against the fabric so hard that he could see each individual line and curve to their shape.
After getting over the initial shock, Eric realized that Chalsey wasn’t actually as big as Maya, Camille, or even Julia. In fact, he wasn’t certain if she was bigger than Selina. But she was still far larger than any other woman, and certainly more muscular than any man he’d seen in person.
Eric noticed that he could see a perfect outline of Chalsey’s thick, block-like eight-pack protruding against its constraint; a gap of skin was revealed beneath, showcasing an immensely deep Venus-belt, and a network of pulsing veins unlike anything he had ever seen before. In fact, the thick garment failed to hide even her obliques, serratus, and ribs, the shapes of which were fully visible – something Eric hadn’t thought possible.
“It’s cool, you can stare for a while.” Chalsey giggled, and the network of muscles in her midsection danced in a way that sent shivers down Eric’s spine. “Seriously, take some time and soak it all in.”
Eric wordlessly obliged. While not as large as any of the other girls’, Chalsey’s thighs also totally engulfed the thick sweat pants on them. Through their opaque covering he could see the wide chords of definition on her quadriceps; and he wasn’t sure if his eyes deceived him, but he swore that even the outline of her veins. He stared longer, and his stomach churned as there seemed to be a visible pulsing emanating from the pencil-thick arteries – seeming to confirm his suspicions.
He finally turned his attention back upward. Eric’s eyes hooked onto her chest. Chalsey always had a great rack, but her breasts had still been upgraded considerably over the past few months. Just like her ironclad muscles, the individual details and outlines of Chalsey’s breasts were fully visible, and it was abundantly clear that she had opted to not wear a bra today. Facilitating this choice were her pecs – which could also been seen underneath the sweatshirt. Not even that bulky garment could hide the wide plunging valley between each half, nor the spiderweb of striated definition bursting forth.
A quick glance at her shoulders and biceps revealed what Eric expected: four staggering spheres of power: two biceps, two deltoids – each with their own splits, peaks, and valleys of definition, stubbornly poking through the sweatshirt.
And finally her face. This was the real kicker. Chalsey had always been the most beautiful girl at school—it’s what led Eric to recreate her in Live-Sim. But the Chalsey of Fall’s past utterly paled in comparison to the goddess in front of him. Her entire facial structure had changed ever so slightly, in all the right ways to effortlessly signal untold beauty. Even in the cold months, her skin was tanned and lively; and her emerald green eyes utterly pierced straight through Eric’s soul. His heart beat a mile a minute as it gazed upon her lips – perfectly plump and ruby-red (and Eric would later floored to learn that she wasn’t even wearing lipstick). It had been difficult dealing with Maya’s beauty – yet somehow, Chalsey seemed to have surpass her in that category.
Around Chalsey’s shoulders was an illustrious mane of blonde hair that physically shimmered, even in the overcast lighting. This too had grown considerably in the past few months, and instead of cutting it, she allowed it to flourish. It was a choice that Eric found favorable.
“So… I like the attention and admiration, I really do – but are you just going to stare at me all day?” Chalsey said, placing a hand on her hip – even through the sweatshirt every muscle in her frame visibly rippled from that minor action.
“Oh! H-hey Chalsey!” Eric sputtered. All semblance of ‘game’ was out the window.
“You like my looks that much, huh?” She asked rhetorically, closing the distance between them.
Chalsey had always been a few inches taller than Eric; but just like the other Live-Sim girls, her improved posture and sheer musculature seemed to visibly add another inch or two to her effective stature.
“I… Oh jeeze.” Eric blushed, “I’m sorry for making this weird Chalsey… but yeah.”
“Mmm… An honest reaction.” She came within an arm’s distance of Eric – her sheer presence utterly overwhelming him. Despite being smaller than the other girls, Chalsey somehow exuded far more energy and metaphysical dominance. She lifted her hand – her bicep swelling as a result – and brought it underneath Eric’s chin. “I like it. Such raw admiration for me. Don’t be embarrassed dear, I flourish from your worship.” She purred.
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