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The Story So Far
Eric, an 18 year old high-school senior with a secret penchant for muscular women, was invited to the closed alpha of his favorite life-simulation video game: Live-Sim. Upon booting up the game during its one day testing period, he recreated all of the pertinent women of his life: his 18 year step-sister, Selina; his step-mother and Selina’s biological mother, Camille; his teacher, Julia; his 20 year old cheerleading classmate he had a crush on, Chalsey; and his step-mother’s very attractive older friend, Maya.
Inside the virtual world, Eric endowed each of the girls’ avatars with a ‘body builder’ perk that gave the characters greater muscle-building potential, a faster rate of improvement. Additionally, Eric gave each of the women another powerful perk related to their personalities, along with a life-goal to further shape their personalities. Once the game started up, Eric forced the female characters to become supremely muscular, and to all romance Eric’s virtual self. He assured himself that this was harmless fun, and none of the women were related to him by blood.
Over the next few weeks, changes started to occur in the women around him. Eric couldn’t help but notice that they were growing stronger, and much more muscular. They were also, mostly, becoming far nicer to him.
By the end of Chapter 2, all five of the girls had developed extremely impressive muscular bodies. Camille, with bulging 17 inch biceps, announced that she was going to enter a bodybuilding competition at the end of January. At the end of the chapter, Camille tried to show her posing routine to Eric, only to be interrupted by Selina; who then disrobed, showing off her bikini-clad body, revealing that she had secretly built herself up to become even larger than her mother.
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1.) A few days after Chapter 2
Eric could hear Camille and Selina, his step-mother and step-sister, pushing their powerful bodies in the basement. The clash of weights, the heavy groans, and occasional yelling to get pumped up met his ears. It seemed impossible for Eric to ignore the noises. Even from his room, the loud, feminine grunts from the basement pierced his ears.
In a mere few weeks, Camille was going to be entering a local bodybuilding competition, and as a result, was taking her training even more seriously. Eric had a feeling that Selina would live up to her promise to do everything she could to try and beat Camille at the show. This meant that the two of them were likely going to bring their training to ridiculous intensities.
The young man, who thoroughly enjoyed muscular females, and had, so it seemed, accidentally empowered the women in his life, couldn’t help but imagine the girls pumping themselves up. Eric hated to admit it, but it drove him crazy: The thought of his step-sister and step-mother’s muscles growing even larger at that very moment. He knew damn well that their bodies reacted to weight training at a super-human rate, and they would almost certainly be even stronger, and possibly larger, tomorrow as a result of this training session.
Eric’s mind wondered just how much weight they were hurling, and what the atmosphere was like in that basement gym. He knew that Selina was competitive, perhaps to a fault, and Camille had a bit of that in her as well. At the same time, the mother and daughter duo did love each other, and Camille in particular wanted to see her daughter fulfill her full potential.
The whole thing was driving Eric crazy. How could he possibly just sit around while those two were going at it just a mere two floors beneath his feet? He wanted to simply sit there and watch as their powerful limbs pumped up and engorged with blood. Unfortunately, he knew that would be considered weird, and the last thing he wanted to do was cause any more friction in the household, especially not with the girls being as strong as they were.
Suddenly, an idea hatched in his mind: What if he brought them protein shakes? Surely they’d be grateful for the refreshing beverage packed with extra muscle-building nutrients. It’d be viewed as an act of spontaneous kindness that would win him ‘brownie points’ with both of the girls, AND he’d have a valid reason to see them up-close and personal during their workout. Eric couldn’t believe he had come up with such an ingenious idea, and quickly scurried down to the kitchen to begin his work.
Eric read the label of the protein powder, meticulously following its directions on how to make a shake. A few moments later, two finished beverages sat in front of him. On a whim, he decided to add in an extra scoop of protein powder, his femmuscle focused mind imagining Camille and Selina’s bodies utilizing the added resources to grow even larger.
His hands shaking with anticipation, Eric brought the tray down to the basement. As he approached the home gym, the sounds of feminine grunts and clanging weights became louder. Gulping, Eric prepared himself to cross the threshold.
Before he entered, he heard Camille yelling, “Selina! This isn’t safe, you can’t just-“
Suddenly she was interrupted by her daughter, “Just watch me! I can handle it! I’m going to become a god!” Eric then heard what sounded like a tremendous weight being unracked followed by his step-sister letting out a groan of effort.
Eric finally crossed the threshold, and saw a sight that he should have expected, but still instilled so much shock in him that he nearly dropped the protein shakes: Selina was on the bench press hoisting a tremendous amount of weight into the air. Eric quickly calculated how much there was, his many years of watching women work out finally paying off; the total was 500 pounds flat.
Selina brought the weight down to her huge, thick, chest; her outrageous horse-shoe triceps quaked and trembled from the effort. With a loud, feminine groan, she managed to hoist the weight back up into the air, beads of sweat pouring down from her proportionately tremendous arms. With heavy pants, she finally gave in and re-reracked the weight.
“Holy sh- shoot dear!” Camille yelled, “I guess I shouldn’t have doubted you.”
After resting for a few more moments, Selina finally sat up. Every muscle on her upper half had grown engorged from the torture she just put it through. She was still breathing heavily, her thick, bulging pecs heaving with each exaggerated breath.
The buzz of the tremendous weight she had just lifted wearing off, Selina finally noticed Eric. “Looks like we have a visitor.” She said with a sinister giggle.
Camille turned and faced Eric, “Oh! Hey honey, didn’t notice you there. What’s up?”
Eric almost fainted. Camille and Selina were so… huge! They were bigger than almost every female bodybuilder he’d ever seen, and they looked far more beautiful and feminine than those who were comparable in size. Unlike any of them, Camille and Selina had no need for steroids that would endow them with masculine side effects; instead their natural feminine charms: their breasts, hips, and general beauty; continued to only increase as they packed on pound after pound of sheer muscle.
After an awkward moment of silence, Eric finally mustered up the courage to speak: “I-I b-brought you ladies s-some protein shakes.” He felt like a doofus for stuttering. In his mind, the whole thing went far smoother. In practice however, being around the overwhelmingly attractive and powerful women left him unable to properly formulate his thoughts.
“Wow Eric, what’s this? Bringing the muscle goddesses of the family an offering?” Selina asked with her usual teasing tone that bordered on cruel at times. “Or did you just come here to ogle the two women of your dreams as they pump up to even bigger and bigger proportions?”
Camille tried to stop herself from laughing, but couldn’t help but utter a few giggles, “Oh stop it Selina, no need to torture the poor boy.”
“I… I just wanted to help out.” Eric sputtered.
“See Selina, no need to be so rude.” Camille added warmly. “Eric has the best of intentions.”
“Well step-bro, I suppose I wouldn’t want to turn down some perfectly good protein.” Selina grabbed a shake and began to chug it down, her thick chest heaving from each gulp. Without breaking stride, she finished the entire thing before letting out an exaggerated ‘ahh’ of refreshment. “That’s good stuff. Let me guess Eric, you’re mentally getting off to this already, aren’t you? The thought of the very shakes you delivered making us bigger and stronger. In a way, you’re directly contributing to making us even more powerful in relation to you. We’re just going to keep growing and growing, all while you helplessly play along and contribute to it!” The young woman’s eyes were alive with fiery intensity.
Eric’s face was beet-red. He had to shift his pants to try and hide his growing pangs of arousal.
Camille’s face was also slightly red. “Selina!” she barked, “What’s gotten into you. That’s… that’s so… ridiculous!” Her words betrayed her true feelings. Deep down, Camille knew her daughter was right. She knew that Eric dug their muscles, and knew that he was directly contributing to helping them grow… but was that really so bad? How could she blame him anyways? He wasn’t related to either of them by blood, and he was eighteen – his hormones were at their peak – and she and Selina were becoming pretty physically dominating. Any guy who even remotely liked muscles would be all over them; Norbert for instance was already all over her new body.
“Anyways…” Camille continued, “Thank you very much Eric. Your kindness won’t go unnoticed.” She reached over and took the other protein shake, bringing it to her lips. After taking a few gulps, she stopped to comment: “Say, did you add more protein than the recipe calls for? Not that I’m complaining.”
Selina’s eyes lit up, “You definitely did, didn’t you? It tasted way stronger.”
Eric shrugged, “I might have.”
Selina laughed, “Wow Eric, you really ARE even more dedicated to making me superhumanly strong than I thought.” While her mother resumed drinking, Selina decided to terrorize her step-brother a bit. “Say, Eric, why don’t we have a little muscle comparison: brother versus sister?”
“Selina…” Eric quietly objected.
“Come onnn bro, don’t you want to get up close and personal with my guns?” Selina snickered.
Eric gulped. The truth was, he did. He really did. He wanted to get as close as possible to them. He wanted to feel them, and deep down, he wanted them to grow and grow to evermore ridiculous proportions. But this? Eric wasn’t so sure how much he wanted this; he knew exactly where it was headed. Selina would go on at length about how much bigger and better her arms were, how she was going to keep getting stronger, so on and so forth. On the other hand that WAS pretty enticing… and he also was curious to see Camille’s reaction to all of this. So long as he didn’t do anything too awkward or pervy, it was probably ultimately in his interest to go ahead with it.
“Well, okay.” Eric came closer.
“Go on Eric, flex us up a bicep.” Selina ordered.
Eric rolled his t-shirt up and flexed his thin, spindly arm; it expanded marginally as a small bicep tensed up slightly.
Selina giggled. “My turn!” she cheerfully exclaimed before bringing over her proportionately tremendous limb. Even without flexing it at all, she was far larger and better-developed than Eric; and after tensing it, the exaggerated difference between them grew even more. “Hold on, I can do even better than that!” she announced before untensing and retensing her arm a few times, forcing it to pump up to even more obscene proportions.
Selina couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Just LOOK at our arms Eric! Look at how different they are!”
“Y-yeah, yours are pretty impressive.” Eric said, trying to collect himself so he’d stop stuttering.
“Ha! Just impressive?” Selina was really getting into it now. This was her chance to REALLY show Eric who was the boss between them. She loved the idea of teasing Eric more and more; she just wanted to keep teasing him forever, it was so much fun! “Look at the sheer difference of muscle on our arms! I’d guess that my arm is almost twice as large as yours in raw circumference, yet ALL of the difference is muscle, none of that pesky bone or fat stuff. Pure, hard, MUSCLE, and I’m gonna get even MORE thanks to your protein shake!”
“Selina! Control yourself!” Camille cut in.
“It’s cool Camille. I can’t argue with that. Selina’s right, she’s got some great guns.” Eric was finally getting hold of himself, and was starting to come off more like the smoother talker he envisioned instead of a stuttering bumbler.
Selina looked flustered at how Eric simply deflected her taunt. “Don’t you remember Eric? Just this last summer I was just as puny as you. Now I’m three, four, or maybe even FIVE times stronger than you! And I’m just going to keep getting stronger and stronger and stronger and there’s nothing you can do!!” Selina was getting redder in the face from her almost maniacal rant than the five hundred pound bench press she had just accomplished.
“Yup. I look forward to seeing what you can accomplish.” The words were coming to Eric from some subconscious ether. For all of Selina’s strength, she would never intentionally lay a harmful hand on him, and Eric knew that fully well. He knew that Selina knew that he liked female muscle, and she only gained such a stupendous amount of it after confronting him about it.
“Aww, Eric, you’re such a mature, nice young man!” Camille said with a warm smile.
Eric felt like he was on a roll, he kept going: “Well, you know how it is – building you two up is a family effort. I just want to do my part, since you ladies are working so hard and all.”
“Yeah… well… well…” This time it was Selina who was having difficulty putting her thoughts into words, “If that’s the case, then you should go get us another round of protein shakes!”
Eric looked over at Camille, curious to see what her response would be.
Camille knew that Eric was looking to her to chime in. After a moment of consideration, she spoke up: “Well… I don’t want to boss you around or anything Eric, but, the truth is, we could actually use some more fuel down here… if you don’t mind that is.”
“Yeah, more fuel!” Selina spoke up, “And throw in ANOTHER scoop of that powder! Didn’t realize how tasty that stuff is!”
Feeling bold, Eric decided to try and barter a bit, “Well, I could, though if I’m going to help out so much, what’re you going to do for me?”
Selina was shocked, her dorky step-brother was going to challenge her like this? That was… kind of interesting. Selina liked the idea of Eric having a bit of a backbone, AND serving her at the same time. She decided to play into this. “Welllll…. I’ll work my biceps while you’re gone, and let you feel them when you bring those shakes down.”
Deep down, Eric was thrilled. This was his chance. He had been around numerous women who were all gaining obscene amounts of muscle, yet he had only been able to cope a very small number of feels.
“Selina!” Camille cut in.
“What? What’s wrong with that?” the younger woman replied.
Camille wasn’t so sure how to respond. Technically, there wasn’t actually anything wrong with the proposal.
Eric decided to chime in, “That’s cool Selina. I was mostly just messing with you anyways, I would’ve gotten the shakes regardless.”
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Eric returned to the kitchen, prepared another duo of shakes – making sure to add in even more protein powder per beverage – and made his way back to the basement. As he approached the threshold to the home gym, once again he was met with the sound of Camille warning Selina, “Dear, you can’t, that’s too muc-“ only to be interrupted by a tremendous feminine battle cry as Selina presumable hurled far too much weight into the air.
He entered the room, and his suspicions were confirmed as he witnessed Selina literally curling 100 pound dumbbells; her tremendous arms swelled with godlike power, a few choice veins erupting outward, and the deep split down the center of the bicep’s peak appearing even more impressive than usual. With another loud cry, Selina forced herself to curl the other dumbbell, giving her other arm a similarly intimidating appearance.
Selina eyed Eric, and casually dropped the dumbbells leading to a deafening crash.
“Selina!” Camille shouted, “We need to be more careful with the weights, these aren’t children’s toys!”
Selina shrugged, her thick traps bunching up, and her wide lats flaring in the process, “Nobody got hurt. Now give me that shake and you can have your reward.”
Eric handed the shake to his step-sister, and she quickly chugged it in its entirety. “Mmm… yes! More fuel for me!” she exclaimed with glee. “Okay, time for your reward.” She tensed her arm, the tremendous bicep bulging to obscene heights. “Almost as big as your head.” She observed with a giggle.
As Eric placed both of his hands on the bicep, he felt a nearly overwhelming flood of sensations. The limb was radiating an inhuman amount of heat, and Eric could palpably sense the sheer amount of energy and strength it yielded her. For a brief moment, Eric thought about how fast Selina’s metabolism must be now, as the furnace that was her body had to burn more and more fuel to both function and grow.
Selina gave him a look, and Eric instinctively knew that she was urging him to try squeezing the bicep within his grasp. He dug his fingers in, and there was absolutely no give whatsoever. This impenetrable arm could literally curl 100 pounds with the strength of its bicep alone. The heaving pecs a mere few inches away from him could press up a quarter of a ton. Selina’s strength was reaching worldwide records for women, and was far greater than 99% of men; and Eric had a feeling that it wouldn’t be too long until she shattered all of those.
“That’s right Eric. All that after just a mere few months, and I have no plans to stop. I’m going to keep going and going, as far as I possibly can. Nobody is going to outmuscle me, ever!”
“Oh, we’ll see about that dear.” Camille giggled grabbing the other protein shake before drinking it down.
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Eric lingered for a short while later, but he was starting to become overwhelmed. The sensation of witnessing the girls lift such tremendously heavy weights, the feeling of Selina’s bicep within his fingers, and the newfound knowledge that he could get a peak whenever he wanted by delivering shakes; it was a lot for the young man to take in. Eventually, he excused himself, and retreated to his bedroom.
2.) One Week Later – Mid January
Despite the fact that Chalsey had completely turned her grades around, she managed to convince her teachers to allow her to continue meeting with Eric regularly for a study group. She reasoned that she only achieved such high marks to begin with thanks to the sessions, so they should be allowed to continue.
Eric looked at the papers sitting in front of Chalsey; they were a collection of quizzes from the past two weeks, all of which had perfect or near-perfect marks. Truthfully, Chalsey was consistently scoring better than Eric now.
“I gotta say Eric,” Chalsey’s voice cut in, “My classwork alone isn’t really enough to stimulate my mind anymore. I don’t really get that feeling of my head pounding after a study session with this stuff.”
“Oh, oh yeah?” Eric still wasn’t entirely positive what Chalsey was referring to whenever she discussed this study induced head-pounding.
To Eric’s despair, Chalsey was wearing a thick winter jacket, that manged to hide the details of her form. Despite this, he could tell that she was definitely getting… bigger. Her face remained as slender and beautiful as ever, she almost definitely wasn’t gaining fat. Eric had a pretty good idea of what was going on underneath, as the pattern of the five girls her recreated in Live-Sim becoming more muscular was too strong to doubt.
Still, Eric wanted to see just how developed she was now. Was she as tremendously large as Selina? As ripped as Camille? Maybe she was closer to what Maya looked like in the picture she sent. Or perhaps… Chalsey’s body had a different appearance altogether?
“So… I guess you’d like to know that I broke up with top douchebag. Well, maybe he broke up with me. I dunno. I guess it was mutual.”
Eric’s ears perked up, “Oh, sorry to hear that.” He lied.
Chalsey snickered, “Don’t be silly Eric, I know you’re secretly relieved. I hope you are at least. Anyways, yeah. He kept going on a rant about how he didn’t want to date ‘a man’. Kind of hurt to hear that, though, really, what man has these?” Chalsey gathered and pushed her bosom forward, which was still somewhat visible through the heavy jacket she was wearing.
Eric blushed.
Chalsey giggled, “So yeah. For now, I’m just going to focus on me. Becoming the best Chalsey that I can. I don’t want to get too full of myself, but I feel like I have some kind of great potential within me, and all I have to do is continue working it. I want to keep pushing my body and mind; I have this feeling that I can transform myself so much that I can change the world. Know what I mean?”
“Y-yeah.” Eric gulped.
His mind was swimming with thoughts. Just how far would the transformations of the five girls go? How strong could they get, and in Chalsey’s case, how intelligent? How would they differ from each other? Who would end up the strongest?
He’d just have to wait and see.
You can buy this story here: Proteus Effect Chapter 3