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The Story so Far:
Tara, aged 35, and her son Cory, aged 17, were spending the summer at an unoccupied vacation home owned by Terry, Tara’s brother. Cory initially stayed inside his room all day, only playing video games. Upset with the direction of things, and with her life in general, Tara decided to use the time away from home to get into shape. She quickly found that her body reacted splendidly to any amount of training. Inspired, she tried to encourage Cory to join her in getting fit.
Cory refused, and went so far as to insult his mother and challenge her to a physical competition after five weeks. The idea being, that even if Tara had five weeks to train, she still wouldn’t be stronger, faster, or fitter than Cory.
Five weeks came, and Tara pushed herself to the limit. She ended up growing far faster than she imagined, gaining dozens of pounds of muscle, and even inches of height. When the competition came, she effortlessly dominated, and quickly began changing her son’s life for the better.
After some initial rough patches, Cory began to take his mother’s lessons to heart, and their relationship grew stronger than ever. During all of this, Tara continued to gain muscle, strength, intelligence, skills and even height at a supernatural rate.
Two months into their vacation together, Terry and his family came to visit. This included: Terry’s model-like wife, Estella; his eldest son, the plump Barry; his adopted daughter, the 18 year old Kiko; and his youngest son, the 10 year old Harry.
Tara, who was now standing over 6 feet tall at nearly 400 pounds of pure muscle, thoroughly frightened her brother with her presence alone. The rest of the family reacted in different ways, with Estella and Harry thoroughly enjoying her muscles; Barry strongly disapproving; and Kiko outwardly displaying mostly apathy.
In the previous chapter, it was revealed that Estella had developed a rather toned and impressive body, while Kiko had gained quite a bit of muscle mass herself. Kiko in particular had trained with various martial arts masters, quickly gaining everything there was to learn from them with unprecedented speed. The young woman lamented her muscular form, feeling that it was unfeminine, and cursing the fact that her body seemed to constantly gain muscle.
(In the full version, there will be a lengthy conversation between Tara and Terry at the beginning. I felt that it would be in the best interest of the preview to skip to the females and muscles. There will be plenty more femmuscle after this in the full version as well!)
2.) The Next Morning
Kiko awoke at the crack of dawn, like she always did. It seemed like it was impossible for her body to sleep in. This didn’t really bother Kiko, though it did further remove her from her peers who were always complaining that they could never get all the rest they required. Kiko never really understood this, for as long as she could remember, she was always full of energy, always ready to go; even if her quiet, outward apathy spoke otherwise.
The young woman dropped onto her feet from the bed, and trudged over to the bathroom. She had slept nude like she normally did. As her eyes met the reflection of the bathroom’s full-length mirror, Kiko shuddered. There was no denying it, it had happened again: her muscles looked slightly bigger.
Truthfully, most would scratch their head at why Kiko was ashamed of her body. She was strong, supple, and powerful, with next to zero body-fat aside from her pert breasts. Kiko had the kind of body that most women spent hours each week training and dieting to try and maintain. She could have entered a fitness competition and wiped the floor with her weight and age class; yet, unlike most extremely fit girls, Kiko constantly hid her form underneath baggy clothing.
Kiko sheepishly flexed her right bicep, the naturally tanned flesh jumped to life, and a formidable muscle erupted on demand. She squinted her eyes to better scrutinize the muscle. “Yup… it’s bigger…” she pumped it a few times, causing it to bulge out slightly further, “And badder.” Kiko sighed, referring to the myriad details of definition, split peaks, and choice veins constantly feeding nutrition to the limb.
She retreated into the room, rummaged through her travel-bag, and retrieved a measuring tape. Carefully, Kiko brought the tape around her arm, flexed, and measured the result: “Fuck. It’s over fourteen now.” She sighed even more loudly before tossing the tape across the room and collapsing onto her bed.
Kiko had been meticulously sedentary the entire summer. Things seemed to be going well, she had only gained a couple of pounds of muscle at most over the course of the past two months. This one tiny spurt of activity however had put a kink in everything. Kiko cursed herself for being careless.
After grumbling for a few minutes, Kiko finally got off of the bed. Upon doing so, her midsection flexed, and she noticed that her bottom two abdominals were fully visible in the process. Kiko glanced down, carefully tensing them, and let out a sigh of aggravation at the discovery that she now had a legitimate six-pack whenever she flexed.
Kiko proceeded to put on her clothing for the day: bra, panties, sweat pants, a t-shirt, and a sweat-shirt. She shuffled out into the living room, where she found Tara holding a highly advanced yoga pose in seemingly deep meditation.
To behold Tara in the morning light was awe-inspiring. She was simultaneously brimming with untold power and deep serenity. Tara’s breathes were deep and deliberate, absorbing the very life-force and invisible chi of the air around her; Kiko could recognize her meditation techniques from her time training under various martial arts masters. Truth was, Kiko could theoretically meditate just as deeply, she simply never saw the point in doing so.
Kiko stared at Tara’s heaving pecs, along with the natural ebb and flow of her traps and shoulders. She began to wonder how Tara became this powerful. The smaller girl had always feared building muscle, as she viewed as masculine and ugly, but here, witnessing Tara with more muscle than she thought was possible for a female, she felt anything but disgust. Wonder, awe, respect, admiration, and perhaps a deep subconscious lust: these were the things that Kiko truly felt. Of course, as a fairly angst-ridden teenager, she would never truly admit it.
“Morning Kiko.” Tara greeted without opening her eyes at all.
“Good morning Aunt Tara. How did you know that it was me? I didn’t see you open your eyes.” Kiko replied.
Tara shook her head. “There was no need to open my eyes. I could tell from the sound of your footsteps. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you have nice, strong legs that give you a distinctive and powerful sound of your own.”
Kiko blushed; Tara sensed even that. The young woman responded, “Dumb things keep growing. I think they got bigger since yesterday.”
Her eyes still shut, Tara cocked a brow, “You may be right. Your steps are slightly louder. What would have caused a growth spurt like that?”
Kiko shrugged; once again, Tara sensed it. “It seems that any amount of activity makes me get stronger. Yesterday… I had a tiny wrestling match with Cory, swam a bit, and played tug of war. Definitely enough to make these goddamn muscles grow.”
This statement intrigued Tara. She had undergone supernatural growth of her own, but it was only thanks to extreme effort and ample nutrition. Tara theorized that she had some kind of genetic mutation, and wondered if perhaps Kiko did too.
“Your muscles grow with that little stimulation?” Tara inquired.
Kiko sighed once more, “Yup. It’s pretty obnoxious. Even if I don’t do anything they seem to get bigger. Like all summer, I just sat around in my room, and I still packed on some pounds – muscle pounds.”
Tara couldn’t help but find the similarities and differences between Cory and Kiko to be amusing.
“You know Kiko, to the vast majority of people that would be considered a huge blessing. Some individuals go to dangerous lengths to improve themselves, resorting to drugs that can shorten their lifespans.”
“Did you…”
“No.” Tara’s voice was simultaneously firm and warm.
“Right, sorry. It’s just…”
“It’s cool. I get it. I’ll be honest with you Kiko, I don’t fully understand my own transformation. That said, I know from my own experience that what you have is truly a gift.”
“Uhh. Right.”
“What are you so afraid of anyway?” Truthfully, Tara already knew the answer – she just wanted to see what Kiko would say.
Kiko sighed yet again. “It’s… kind of embarrassing…”
“Let me guess. You’re afraid that guys won’t like your muscles?”
Another sigh. “Yes. How did you know?”
Tara laughed, finally opening up her eyes. “I was your age once. Wanna know the truth? After I started working out, I got more admirers than ever.”
“I guess I can see that…”
“Well, your mother is pretty ripped, isn’t she?” Tara offered, still maintaining the difficult position with no apparent expenditure of effort. “She’s pretty hot, right?”
“She isn’t my mother.” Kiko curtly replied.
“Kiko.” Tara started, “If she raised you, she’s your mother. Sorry if you don’t want to hear it, but that’s the truth.”
Kiko sighed once more, “Whatever. Anyways, yeah, I guess she’s pretty hot.”
“Right, and she’s clearly fairly ripped. So what’re you scared of?”
Kiko shrugged, “I dunno, I mean, sure, she’s toned… but she’s not like… buff. You know?”
Tara nodded before shifting to another difficult position, “Sure. Well, how about me then?”
“What about you?”
“Oh, you know. What do you think about my appearance? Good? Bad? Sexy? Gross? You can be honest. I may be immensely strong, but I don’t bite.” Tara giggled.
“You…” Kiko took a breath, “You’re pretty smoking hot. Yeah. Kind of surprising honestly. You’re bigger than those roid girls, but like… still really… sexy.”
Tara couldn’t help but laugh a bit – it was fun to indulge every now and then, “That’s because I didn’t take roids silly. If you worked out with me, you wouldn’t either. Instead, you’d be brimming with self-confidence. You should want to develop and foster your gift. Reach your full potential. I’ll help if you’d like, I’m pretty good at this stuff.” Tara smiled warmly.
Kiko absentmindedly rubbed her right arm with her left one. “I’ll… I’ll think about it.” She conceded before leaving the room.
Tara smirked, satisfied; she knew that Kiko would come around soon enough.
3.) Meanwhile…
Estella, wearing little more than an extremely tight, short-sleeved t-shirt, and panties, made her way into the kitchen. Cory was already cooking breakfast. The supermodel sauntered over, and without warning, wrapped her arms around Cory from behind.
“Morning favorite nephew!” she cheerfully exclaimed, giving Cory a loving squeeze.
Cory’s face turned beet-red. The combination of Estella’s incredible scent; her perfectly toned flesh pressing against him; her warmth; and, of course, her breasts, was fairly overwhelming.
“Haha, you’ve grown a bit since we last met, but I’m still taller than you by a couple of inches!” Estella teased.
“It seems like I’m probably going to be this height, unless I have one of those rare adult growth spurts. Basing off of my mother, well, before all this, and what I’ve heard about my dad, I think I’m five foot eleven for life.” Cory replied. He wasn’t really upset about it all things considered. “Wait a minute, I thought you were only six feet tall?”
“Shhh… that’s my secret. My real height’s a mystery. It’s a bit above six though! Don’t want the men in my life to get too insecure, ya know?” Estella giggled.
Cory could feel her entire body shaking slightly whenever she did that. “Y-yeah…”
She got up on her tip toes, her calves jutting out, and playfully placed her chin on top of Cory’s head. “Wouldn’t that be fun though? An adult growth spurt like you were talking about? I’d loooove to gain some more inches!”
“Yeah, I guess. I mean, I’m already techinically a little above average for a guy, so it’s no biggie.”
“I was talking about for ME silly!” Estella squealed, “You’re fine as you are.”
“But… you were just talking about how you keep your true height a secret? Why would you want to be taller?”
“Oh HUSH you!” Estella laughed, “You don’t really understand women, huh? Anyways, wouldn’t it be super-hot if my legs were even loooonger?” Suddenly her breath lowered, “Did you know, that according to most of the statistics I’ve seen, I’m already in the top one percent of height for a female? Wouldn’t it be sooo cool if your auntie was in an even higher bracket?”
Cory quivered a bit, Estella had been hugging him the entire time, and it was frankly a bit overwhelming.
“Y-yeah.” He said, tactically escaping from her embrace. Cory then moved over to the food he was preparing, which had finished, and offered to fix Estella a plate, which she gladly accepted.
A moment later, she was seated and eating. “I have to say Cory, this breakfast is just deeelightful!” Estella cheerfully exclaimed, joyously shoving a forkful of eggs into her mouth. The muscles in her arm, shoulder, and backed all danced together to perform the action. They weren’t as impressive as Tara’s or even Kiko’s, but Cory had to admit that Estella was in amazing shape.
“Th-thanks Aunt Estella.” Cory couldn’t help but act somewhat nervous around such a beautiful woman.
“Aww, come on Cory, you don’t have to put a title like aunt in front of my name every time. Loosen up, just call me Estella, or even Stella. ‘Kay?”
“R-right, aunt, I mean, uh, Stella.” Cory managed to get out.
Estella giggled. Truth was, she craved and loved attention, especially from men. Watching Cory sputter around and fawn over her was a fantastic way to start the day. Cory may have been her nephew, but he was practically an adult, and they shared no common blood.
“Boy, I have to say that you and your mother sure have transformed quite a bit since I last saw ya!” She said, continuing the conversation.
“Yeah. Well, I don’t think I have really.” Cory replied.
“Sure you have! You’re becoming more and more of a man. A handsome one at that! There’s something else different about you too. Your personality I guess. You’re a lot nicer, happier, and a great cook! Once you get back at school, if the girls find out about that, you’ll be beating them off with a stick!” She giggled again.
Cory blushed. He hadn’t expected a compliment on his appearance from someone like her.
“Well, thanks. Anyways, yeah, mom sure has changed… a lot.”
“How do you feel about it? Her transformation? You can be honest, I won’t squeal!” She giggled again.
Cory shrugged, “At first I was against it quite a bit and hated it, but, I’ve come around. It’s only right that I support her like she’s supported me over the years. It’d be pretty selfish for me to not want her to achieve her full potential, even if that potential is somewhat terrifying to really think about.” He laughed a bit.
“Awww, I’m so glad to hear you’ve adopted a positive mindset like that! If only I could get my boys to follow suit… Well, Harry’s already got a good head on his shoulders, but the other two…” Estella sighed.
“Speaking of which, where are they?”
“The boys always sleep in. Thank goodness too. I wouldn’t be able to do my morning routine and clear my mind if they were up and about. Harry, bless his little heart, just can’t stop hanging off of me. Barry is always moaning about something, and Terry… Well, let’s just say your uncle can be a bit difficult!” Estella characteristically giggled.
They continued to eat their breakfast, making little more than normal small-talk.
4.)
After finishing her breakfast, Estella made her way down to the house’s basement gym while Cory cleaned up. She found Tara hard at work, pumping her outrageous muscles to new heights.
“Oooooh, looks like I found you hard at work in the iron temple!” Estella greeted with a giggle.
Tara finished her current exercise, uttering feminine grunts with each repetition. After completing the set she replied, “Yeah. What’s up Estella?”
Estella took a few delicate strides towards Tara before answering: “Oh, nothing much. Thought I’d pop in and say hi while we had a chance to be together one on one.”
There was something strange about Estella’s vocal inflection and body language. Tara considered it for a few moments, and eventually concluded that… Estella was going to initiate flirtation with her? Intrigued, and somewhat unsure of her own analysis, Tara decided to probe the other woman and see where things went.
“You say that, but are you sure you didn’t want to get a better look?” Tara teased, wiping down the bench she had just used.
“Ooo, whatever are you talking about Tara? A better look at what exactly?” Estella drew closer.
“Maybe… these?” Tara performed a double bicep flex, her unfathomable muscles rising to life. They were huge, ripped, striated, and perfectly proportioned. There were few human beings on the planet with larger arms than Tara, but none of them were as well-conditioned.
Estella reached over and grabbed onto Tara’s right bicep, squeezing and kneading it futilely, her long slender fingers contrasting with the tremendous ball of power. “Mmm… maybe.” There was a palpably growing sexual tension coming from Estella. Tara had never really humored the idea of acting physically with a woman like her. The truth was, in the past, Tara was bitter and envious of Estella, always jealous of her height and natural beauty. Today however, it was Estella who was looking up to her, and Tara’s mind began to amuse entirely new fantasies.
The blonde supermodel went so far as to draw in close and kiss Tara’s luscious limb. “You’re such a sexy stud! Hotter than any guy I’ve met, and trust me babe, I’ve met the hottest guys in the world.” Estella complimented, giggling again.
Nearly any man (and many women) in the world would have effectively melted at this point, but Tara wouldn’t fall for Estella’s wile.
“Trust me Estella, I know better than anyone else what a blend of beauty and power I represent.” Tara generally tried to be humble, but in this situation she knew that it was most advantageous to be boastful.
“Mmm… of course you do…” Estella brought her hands down to Tara’s thick, pulsing abs, rubbing furiously against them. “Plus, you’re clearly extremely knowledgeable about the female body in more ways than one…”
“Oh yeah? In what kind of ways are you thinking of?” Tara asked, playing dumb.
Estella decided it was time to reverse things a bit on her end, to keep Tara somewhat on her toes, “Well, I’m sure you’d be a hell of a personal trainer. I wouldn’t mind ditching the ‘toned’ look and following you down the path to, what is it the boys say, ‘the road to gains’, or something like that?” she laughed.
“You sure about that? The only training I know how to do is the path to pure muscle power.” Tara internally winced a bit, that last part was somewhat awkward. Despite all of her acquired knowledge about dealing with people, she still hadn’t had that much practice – especially not in a somewhat sexually charged situation like this.
Fortunately, Estella loved cheesiness, and played along, “Ooo babe, you know I LOVE power. Why do you think I married Terry? I have a real good eye for knowing who’s going places. That said… I think it’s high time I took some of that into my own hands. Built up my own dynasty, and I think that starts with beefing up my bod, you know?”
“What about Terry? He’ll surely hate that.”
“Fuck Terry.” Estella let out a sigh of aggravation.
“You sure you want to do that?” Tara giggled.
Estella rolled her eyes, “You know what I mean Tara. I’m sure anyone with half a brain can figure out that our marriage is pretty much just for show at this point. Can’t rock the boat too much with all of the kids still in school.”
“And so much money at stake. It’d be quite messy considering your collective net worth. I can only imagine the court-case if you two ever did split up.”
Estella cleared her throat, “I… Yes. That is also true.”
Before their conversation (and potential flirtation) could go any further, Cory suddenly came into the room. Tara sensed this, and was able to immediately halt and redirect the flow of conversation. “Hey Cory, here for your workout of the day?” Tara asked warmly.
“Yeah, I am. H-hey Aunt Estella…” The young man was clearly taken off-guard by the presence of the supermodel.
Tara decided to preempt the usual bumbling introduction by getting to the point: “Your aunt is going to be joining us in the gym. She claims she wants to build big muscles like me. We’ll see if she has the discipline and drive to stay on that course though.”
Estella giggled, “What do you think Cory? Would nice big biceps, thick quads, and bulging abs suit me?”
Cory stared, somewhat dumbfounded.
Estella continued, “Well?”
“Oh, sorry.” Cory shook himself to. “Yeah, I mean, I’m sure you’d look great with big muscles.” He admitted.
“Alright then, let’s pump some iron! Tara, will you show me the ropes?”
Tara shrugged, “I don’t think I really have a choice either way, now do I?” she laughed warmly.
You can buy this story here: Mother Knows Best Rebirth 6