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By MagnusMagneto
1.)
You’re at the local state park with your girlfriend, Helen. The two of you are in your 20’s, and are both fairly average for your perspective genders: 5’10” and 165 pounds for you; 5’4” and 150 pounds for her (though she may actually be a bit more than that…).
It’s a beautiful day outside at around 10 AM. To your surprise, the park is fairly empty; in fact, you’re pretty much the only two people you see at all. It is a weekday, but you still suspected that there would be retired people walking their dogs, or shift workers like yourselves that have a day off.
Part of the reason why you’re out with Helen today is her new “initiative to lose weight” that you’ve been roped you into. Truthfully, you don’t really need to lose weight, though you’re certainly not in great shape either. Helen is very much what you would call ‘curvy’ or ‘thick’. You’re glad to see that she’s making an effort to turn things around, and you’re willing to help her by accompanying her on a hike today; plus, it’s fun to spend some time with her in a new setting.
Helen’s hair is brilliant bright blond, and shimmers brightly as the sun’s golden rays fall upon it. She’s wearing a tank-top and shorts; her ample figure spilling out of both. Her body is not unsightly however, as Helen is blessed with a form that is able to pack away extra fat into tight, feminine curves.
The two of you make your way onto the central hiking trail. This state park has a variety of interconnecting trails situated around an extremely large hill; large enough that many local residents have mistakenly referred to it as a mountain.
As Helen walks in front of you, her large round bottom sways to and fro. You can’t help but imagine what it will look like after she loses some weight. You wonder if it would be possible to convince her to start weight training in addition to her other exercises. With ample squatting, Helen’s bottom could ascend into something wondrous.
Suddenly, Helen says, “I’ve got such a great feeling about today!” She’s especially cheerful.
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” you respond.
“Hard to explain, just a feeling I have. I think something big is going to happen.”
“Riiiight. Well, maybe today is the day we have a little forest-action?” You ask, getting your hopes up.
“Hey! I can’t believe your mind has already gone to that!” she replies, shooting you a funny look.
“What? How can I help myself when I have this great view of your backside?”
“Oooh, you’re really cheeky!” She slows down and matches your pace, “Ha! That’ll serve you!”
“You think that’s going to stop me?” You reply with a smirk on your face.
“I don’t see how it doesn’t…”
Without saying another word, you reach over and grab onto her yoga-pants covered bottom, squeezing a surprisingly firm and ample cheek; your hand fails to encompass the sizable bubble.
“HEY! This is a public park!” Helen shouts.
You shrug, “It’s supposed to be, yeah, but I haven’t seen a single other person around. In fact, our car was literally the only one in the parking lot today…”
“Well… I guess you have a point.” She concedes. “I’m just surprised you like that thing so much.” Referring to her rump.
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s one of your best features.” You mischievously retort.
“I won’t disagree with that, but I’m telling you babe, once operation weight loss goes into full swing, it’s going to be way better than it is now.”
“Hmm… we’ll see.” You reply, still holding onto the feminine lump in question, “Say, I normally wouldn’t bring up this kind of thing, but since you’re going on about changing your butt, have you considered doing squats?”
Fortunately, Helen doesn’t seem to take the question the wrong way, “Actually, yeah, I have. I’ve been reading about how I really should be weight training if I want to change my body. I guess I’m just kind of afraid that you’ll hate if I pack on muscle. My body seems to put away fat so easily, which I’ve read may be an indicator that I gain lean mass pretty quickly too.”
You wonder how to approach this. The truth is, you love muscular women, though it’s something of a secret. You’ve dreamt many times what Helen would look and feel like if her excess body fat was instead replaced with proud, rippling muscle; although, in your fantasy, Helen still somehow retains her impressive bosom.
After a moment of consideration, you finally respond: “Well, obviously I don’t want to push you into anything you’re uncomfortable with, but if you were to build up your muscles, you can rest assured that I’d support you all the way.”
Helen seems somewhat surprised, “Really? You would? I mean… if I were to try, it’s possible that I’d get really buff…”
You quickly recall a cheeky quote to use in a situation like this, “Hey, you know what they say: Arnold Schwarzenegger didn’t accidentally become as buff as he is. If you start lifting and you feel like you’re gaining too much muscle, you can just stop.”
“True. True.” Helen concedes.
A few moments later, she starts laughing.
“What’s up?” you ask.
“I just” she laughs again, “Oh man, I can’t stop imagining myself with Ahnald muscles” she explains, intentionally mispronouncing the actor’s name for comedic effect. Helen mockingly flexes her arms, which, to no surprise, accomplishes little.
“Heh, yeah…” The truth is, you HAVE imagined this; well, something like it at least. “That would be pretty crazy… huh?” There’s something off with the tone of your voice. You know that it’s because Helen having super muscles is a fantasy of yours, though you’re pretty positive she doesn’t understand this.
“Yeah… crazy…”
A few moments of silence pass before she finally speaks again, “Well, what WOULD you think if I had Schwarze-muscles?”
“I’m not really sure how I can respond to that since it’s impossible.” You try dodge the question for the time being.
“Oh come on, that’s no fun. Just imagine it. Like, if I had big, bursting muscles on my body. I’d be the same height, but, with like… I dunno, biceps as big as my head!”
Deep down you want to exclaim that you’d love it and would go so far as to worship those mighty arms, but you don’t want to freak Helen out. Instead you decide to keep deferring for the time being to determine precisely what she thinks about the topic. “If that were the case, your arms would be a lot larger than Arnold’s. Most human heads are around 28 inches in circumference when measured vertically around. Although, they’re really like 22 inches when you measure horizontally for a hat or whatever, but that doesn’t really match up to the visual of a flexed bicep. I guess, when following the second measurement that Arnold biceps would match up, but, yeah, I think you get the point.”
“Errr… Why do you know that?”
You blink a couple of times. The truth is, you know this because you once read a female muscle growth story in which one of the girls flexed up a bicep “as large as her boyfriend’s head” and you wanted to know exactly how big that was.
“Oh, I took an anatomy course in college.” You lie.
“Huh. Interesting you remembered such a weird fact. Well, okay then, what if I had arms even bigger than Arnold’s?”
Uh oh. You mentally curse to yourself that your attempt to sidetrack the conversation was entirely ineffective. Not ready to quite play out your hand, you continue the game for a bit longer, “Well, I guess it depends on if you still have your boobs and hips.”
Helen takes a few moments to process what you’ve said before she responds, “Huh. You know, that’s a good point.”
“It is?” You instantly realize that it actually IS a good point…
“Yeah, it is.” Helen confirms, “Like, I guess if you think about it, most of those bodybuilder chicks end up looking kind of gross to most guys since they lose their breasts. The ones that really take it to the extreme have altered faces, deeper voices, that sorta stuff. So… Huh. Well, I guess for the sake of this little thought-experiment of ours, let’s presume that I’m somehow able to keep my boobs, and that my hips remain proportionately wide. My voice also stays feminine, as does my face and everything else.”
“So, just to clarify, you’d be something like one of those muscular female comic book characters?”
“Huh… I guess? I can’t really think of any. But, sure, I guess I’d be pretty unrealistic. It’s a fantasy afterall.”
Time to finally admit some truth, “Well, sure. Under all of those stipulations, yeah, some Arnold muscles would be cool on you.” You explain before quickly adding: “Of course, I’d always love you regardless of you look like. What really matters is what you want.”
“Hmmm…” Helen starts to giggle
“what’s so funny?”
“I just can’t stop thinking about me with big, powerful muscles. I mean, let’s get real, assuming I did get to keep my curves, I’d definitely look a lot better with them than all this flab.”
You remain silent.
Fortunately, Helen continues to speak: “And, you know, since I’d have some body fat, I’d get all the benefits of muscles. So I’d be full of energy and super strong. In fact, if my understanding is correct, I’d potentially be a lot stronger than most bodybuilders since that super-ripped look lowers their performance. This little fantasy is sounding better by the moment. I bet I’d be able to pick you up and carry you around all the time!” She giggles again.
“Would you… be bothered by that? Being stronger than your boyfriend?”
Helen shrugs. “I’m a modern girl. I’m cool with being the powerful one. I think the real question is if YOU’D be bothered by having a stronger girlfriend.”
“Yeah, sure. As long as our relationship doesn’t suffer or anything like that.”
Helen considers the past exchange for a few moments, then replies: “Well… What would you think about me having some realistic muscles? You know, like, maybe I lift heavy, go hard, and see what happens?”
“I’d support you all the way.” You reply with a warm smile.
“But would you like it? Real talk, this isn’t a trap or whatever. Do you think I’d look better with muscle on my body instead of fat? Don’t lie.”
You’re somewhat reluctant to respond despite her assurances, but ultimate give in, “Yeah. You would. Again I have to reiterate that I love you just the-“
“That settles it!” You’re interrupted, “This afternoon after this hike I’m going to hit the weights! It’ll be all your fault when I turn into a muscle-beast!” Helen giggles playfully.
Your heart rapidly accelerates as you spend the next dozen minutes in silence wondering what lies ahead in your future.
2.)
You’ve been hiking with Helen for about 20 minutes since you had your discussion about her building muscles. Despite her initial bravado, Helen is trailing behind you. Your mind has been wandering for a bit, and you failed to notice just how far back she is.
“Hey, can we hold up for a bit?” you hear her voice calling from behind.
You turn around, and head over towards Helen. The two of you stop at the half-way point between you.
You look over at Helen, panting and heaving as she catches her breath. Sweat is dripping down from her forehead, and is accumulating at her joints. The truth is, you don’t really find her to be especially attractive in this state. You really hate to admit it, and feel horrible for feeling this way, but if she did have a body chiseled with rippling muscle, you’d likely feel quite differently. In fact, if the sweat was accentuating a statuesque physique, you’d likely be quite aroused. Instead, she’s just a little off-putting right now, and your stomach wrenches with guilt.
Still, you reason to yourself that as long as you love her, that’s all that really matters. Plus, maybe she really will build up a diesel body…
Fortunately, the awkward silence is broken by Helen finally speaking, “Hey, look at that.” She says, pointing upward at the sun, covering her eyes as she looks directly at it.
“Whoa…” You immediately know what she’s getting at: the sun is… pink; the sky is painted like a sunset, but it’s 11 AM. Or is it? You pull out your phone to double-check the time, and maybe to catch a weather report about the weird looking sky. After tapping the screen, it’s confirmed that the time is indeed a little after 11, but for some reason you have no connection at all.
“Hey, Helen…” you start, “Is your phone working? I have no service apparently.”
Helen reaches into her pocket and retrieves her phone. A few moments later she reports, “Same here. That’s weird, I’ve been on this trail before and never had a problem…”
You wonder if the sudden loss of cellular connection is correlated with the strange pink sky.
“Wow… I’ve never noticed how great the sun feels on my skin.” Helen says, stretching her exposed arms upward and outward towards the sky. Her skin appears slightly pinker due to the hue of the rays beaming downward.
“What do you mean?” You reach up with your own arms, but feel no different. “Same old sun to me. Plus, I thought you were actually a bit more outdoorsy than I was.”
“True. It’s just different this time. Hard to explain.” She continues twisting around, allowing other parts of her body to be more directly exposed to the sun, absolutely reveling in this alleged sensation that you don’t understand.
“Right… Well, whatever floats your boat.”
“Mmmm… Gosh, I could just sit here forever! I want more sun!” Helen takes her tank-top off, revealing her flabby midsection. She lets out a soft moan of ecstasy as she exposes a greater surface-area of her skin to the sun.
“Well, the hill, mountain, whatever you want to call this, it’s tall enough that the higher we go, the closer to the sun we should be; though I’m not sure if the difference will matter that much.” You explain.
“Good enough for me! Plus, I’m suddenly feeling really recharged. Let’s get going! Guess I should put this back on…” she says before redressing the tank-top.
You feel somewhat guilty that you have no objections to her doing so, once again your mind drifts to fantasies of what Helen would look like with a rippling six-pack. She takes off in front of you, brimming with newfound energy.
Somewhat perplexed, you follow suit.
3.)
You continue walking with Helen for quite some time. The two of you have been idly chit-chatting to pass the time. To your surprise, despite being fairly winded not so long ago, Helen seems perfectly fine in keeping pace with you.
Randomly, Helen looks down at her arms and starts poking them a bit. A few moments later, you hear “Check THIS out!” she exclaims, flexing her arms; instead of a small rise of muscle causing her fat to shift around, you notice a large collection of hard looking flesh to form a fairly impressive looking limb. She reaches over with her left hand and grabs onto her right bicep, kneading it. After playing with her arm for a short while she lets go, “You should feel this!” she offers.
You reach over and squeeze her arm; to your surprise, underneath the initial layer of fluff it’s hard, really hard, and you can barely budge it. A wicked grin forms on Helen’s face, and you feel yourself twitch with arousal at the implausible possibility that your girlfriend has spontaneously developed muscle.
“You like it.” She states with a sparkle in her eyes.
You let go, retracting your hand, thinking about precisely what to respond with. Finally, you decide, “Of course I do. It’s your arm, and I like you.”
Helen’s eyes narrow, she seems to be onto your game, “I meant the muscle, dummy.”
“Right. You’ve always had muscles on your body. That’s why you’re nice and thick.”
A half-smile forms on her face. You’re somewhat notorious for being difficult and playing games, and Helen can tell that’s exactly what’s going on. “Sure, I’ve always been thick, but I’ve never had guns like these.”
“Hmm… I dunno about that…”
“Oh yes you do. You think I haven’t noticed that you always grab onto my arms quite a bit during our sessions?” The half-smile has transformed into a full-on smirk.
“Well…”
“So, either you’re an extremely inattentive boyfriend, or you have to admit that these muscles are new.”
You swallow. “Alright. Fine. Your arms do seem more solid than usual.”
“And you LIKE it!”
You shrug. “Of course. Didn’t I JUST say that I’d be all over you with Arnold arms?”
“Actually, you said you’d be all over me if I had arms bigger than Arnold.”
“Whatever. Same difference.”
–
A few moments pass, and Helen extends her arms outward, as if to flex her triceps. To your surprise, a discernable bump rises outward. Wordlessly, you reach over and squeeze it. While it isn’t the rippling horseshoe of power that you’ve come to associate with a tricep, it is certainly hard; hard enough that you’re pretty positive she’s never had this before, and it’s pretty arousing to touch. Then again, you can’t really recall a time that Helen has ‘flexed’ in this manner before, so maybe she’s always had this muscle underneath.
4.)
You and Helen continue walking for a while. She’s managed to keep pace the entire time, and, in fact, seems to actually be doing better than you are, as you’re starting to feel the initial tinges of exhaustion.
The sky is still pink, although it seems a bit darker than it was before, as if the salmon hue is drawing closer toward red.
It’s been about 15 minutes since Helen flexed her arms, and you glance down at her, scrutinizing her body. You notice that, unless you’re mistaken, there’s a slightly visible separation between her deltoid and arm. There are some details in her upper back that you don’t recall seeing before. In general, Helen is looking a lot more appealing than she did earlier this morning. You’re uncertain if this is the result of the darker color of the sun’s rays producing flattering lighting, or if she’s pumped up from all of this activity, or something else…
Curious, you glance downward and notice that her calves… are positively bulging out! Instead of a sheen of fat covering her thick lower legs, you can see the distinct outline of a jutting upside down heart of muscle.
Truthfully, you’re getting a little bit winded and could use a few moments to catch your breath. You decide to kill two birds with one stone by taking a little break while you discuss Helen’s calves.
“Hey… Helen… hold up a minute.” You say, the two of you stopping.
“What’s up?”
“Uhh… Funny question, but… Well, are those calves new?” You ask, looking downward at the bulging muscles.
Helen looks perplexed, “What? Of course I’ve always had calves, how do you think I walk-“ she interrupts herself as her eyes meet the muscles in question, “Oh. Oh my…” she stands up on her tip-toes, causing the muscle to shift, bulge, and ripple outward. After pumping herself few times, Helen reaches down and grabs onto her right calf, “This… Where DID this come from?”
You invite yourself to also grab onto the limb, finding that it’s incredibly hard; much harder than her tricep earlier. In fact, as you dig your fingers in, there’s very little give, and you realize there’s next to no fat at all.
“Like a little rock, huh?” Helen mentions with a grin.
After lingering for a few more moments, you finally collect yourself and withdraw your hand. “It’s impressive yeah. To answer your question, you’ve probably always had some decent calves, and all of this hiking has pumped them up, making them more apparent.”
“Hmmm… I guess that makes sense. Say, since it is all amped up right now, wanna have a little comparison?” She giggles.
“A comparison?”
“Yeah, my calf next to yours. Let’s do it now while we’re both pumped, and before I start lifting weights.”
“I’m not so sure-“
“Come on!” She interrupts. “Don’t be a spoil sport.” Not giving you any more room to negotiate, Helen flexes her right calf right next to your legs.
You don’t want to start a fight over something as trivial as this, so you relent, tensing your own right calf; the thin slab of muscle tenses slightly. You’re slightly flabbergasted to find that there’s no real way to deny it, Helen’s calf is visibly larger than yours, and from what you’ve felt, harder too.
“Wow! This is awesome! I gotta get pumped up more often.” Helen giggles, “In fact, I wonder if…” she walks over to a nearby log, stands on top of it with her right foot alone, and proceeds to pump herself up and down with only that leg. The muscles dance as they suddenly become larger and more striated right before your very eyes. You turn your gaze upward, and notice that there seems to be less fat covering her hamstrings; in fact, there appears to be visible chords of muscle straining against the back of her thigh.
After pumping her calf up further, Helen walks over and compares it with yours again. “Wow babe. There’s no denying it, I may have a bit of fat, but my leg muscles are way harder, more defined, and probably a lot stronger than yours!” she giggles. Helen glances over at the tent forming in your pants, “Jeeze, if I knew you liked muscles on me this much, I would’ve started working out months ago!”
You find your arousal rising to uncomfortable levels. You want to take Helen right there and then. There’s nobody around, so you can’t imagine there being any consequences, but you still ere on the side of caution. Wanting to keep your mind off of your girlfriend’s sudden muscles, you propose that you keep walking. Helen smiles and agrees.
You glance up at the sun, which appears to be slightly darker and slightly closer to crimson. What does it mean, and is Helen truly transforming right before your eyes?
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