FOUR – An Orgasmic Evening

I took a shower to get ready to date Lucille again and my cock would never rest, I could not stop thinking in what I could do with the Lucifer’s folder. I could not only morph and change any girl I wanted, but I was able to write it down on how, when, where those transformations could happen.

I could make the world my heaven, Perhaps making the beauty of female muscle on the top of the world order. Maybe making all women want to achieve to maximum muscular size, and all men to want it to go on, making them unable to hold their desire over size, symmetry and proportions of a muscular female body, making every male hardwired to female strength, maybe making all of them willing to give all they have and are to them, from money to every other trait like intelligence, sensibility, knowledge, everything. Limitless possibilities, infinite possibilities in infinite combinations, as Spock would say.

I dressed fast and drive to Lucille’s building, and again she said over the phone she was having real trouble to find clothes. I could notice she was nervous “Already grew?” I thought. She called me again and shyly told me to go upstairs to her dorm “something got wrong with her.”

As she opened the door my jaws dropped to the floor. Lucille was exactly my size, 5’9. She was wearing sweatpants glued to her legs that didn’t come up to her ankles. Shit! I wrote that she would grow little at each orgasm and she grew a lot. I could see that her arms bulged without even flexing, she seemed to worry to as she notices my reaction. I looked again at her feet and it was bare, no heels. “Lucille… you are… you’re big!”

“I don’t know what’s happening, I grew almost a foot since this morning! I can’t explain!”

Well, I knew what happened, Lucille masturbated too much. Of course I acted clueless. “How it happened?”

At first she didn’t know how to put it “I… I… woke and grew a little, I thought it was my imagination, but then after lunch it happened again, then again when I was showering, and then when I was at… bathroom, hmm, drying my hair”

“You don’t any idea what may have triggered it?” I kept staring at her body, it was surely stronger than mine, her arm were at least a couple of inches bigger than mine. And as tall as me she was definitely heavier than me.

“…I… don’t know!” I saw that she was omitting some details; she just got too shy to really tell me that she couldn't leave her clit alone. Maybe she got all too excited by her body evolving to this level of fitness and size.

“You look… amazing”

She flexed her arm to me as my heart sank “do you think so?”

I just nodded transfixed at the peak of her bicep. Lucille had that girl-next-door look with her nerdy librarian glasses, and now she had the definition and proportions of a Britt Miller. It made me go over the edge.

Lucille flexed up and down her arm looking at it “I bet I can win over you on arm-wrestling now...”

“Do you think it was your wishful thinking like you said to me last night?”

She closed the door behind me “I think if it was, I should stop wanting it by now… maybe a little more… what I’ll tell my to parents? My brother? What if I don’t stop growing? I feel better than ever, but what people will say about me if this keep going?

“Don’t worry about what people say. If they say anything will be pure envy”

“Look at this…” she lifted her shirt exposing her perfect cut abs “I never dreamed to have such muscles, aren’t they beautiful?” she flexed those muscles with a dance of her hips. I touched them while she kept doing that for herself and me.

I couldn’t hold it anymore and kissed those muscles, feeling it fill my hands with her hard curves. With her mouth semi-opened, she flexed every muscle that I touched. We were both entranced by her new size and strength. With losing no more time we kissed as she took out my shirt and we went to her bed.

Lucille took off everything over her bed while I was doing her breasts that were some cups bigger with her new pectoral muscles over her tight shirt. She unzipped me feeling my cock as she started to breath faster. Over her, my hand slid inside her shirt as her legs started to tremble a little as my other hand reached her pussy.

“No, John! Stop it! I can’t grow any larger! Stop!” It just made me insert my finger inside of her “No! No! Noooooo…” and I heard something rip, she had reach her orgasm as I saw her arms growing larger and filling and tearing her sleeves, her chest growing in my direction and she did not stop coming, she was having multiple orgasms and each second a pulse of muscle growth made her even more magnificent.

And suddenly after half a minute it stopped. Her pants were destroyed around her quads and calves, her shirt in rags exposing an elastic bra that exploded at my face as she took the last deep breath.

“Oh, my God!” Lucille said startled as she took me out of her like I weighted nothing and covered her now D breasts going to the mirror to inspect her enhanced body, flexing her arms and legs she checked the new proportions that she grew.

I placed my hard cock under my pants and gone behind her, she has the proportions of Nikki Fuller now and taller than me by some inches. Without my shirt we saw the difference between our bodies. I touched her bicep and my opened palm couldn’t cover her peak over her arm entirely.

“I grew too much this time!”

I was speechless. Her protuberant butt was higher than my waist, and she looked down at me “I said to you to stop!” she had a more resonant voice now.

“I… sorry…” I removed my hand from her arm and she gazed down at me as I saw her nipples starting to get stiff like bullets some inches below my nose. She almost entered in despair “Get out of here! Now! I… Can’t grow any larger! Out!!”

“But Lucille!” she took my arm and pushed me out of her dorm throwing my shirt at my face and closing the door hard. Shit, I didn’t know she was THAT orgasmic. How could I guess? She always seemed so contrived. What body she has now, I thing I never saw any bodybuilder with that body. She had Monica Martin’s butt, Heather Policky’s legs, Kristie Hawking’s arms… I need to blow; with no one in the corridor I relieved right there.

I put my shirt on and went back to my dorm.

FIVE – So Far, So Good

In my computer, I opened Lucille’s file in Lucifer’s Sandbox. I had to put some control of the situation, or Lucille will not fit inside her dorm anymore until the end of the week. I liked the idea but it was her life that I was messing with. I added a line to her text file:

‘Lucille can grow a little taller, muscular and bustier on each orgasm, but she has the choice to not to.’

Done. That’s enough. With my conscience a little more clean now, I entered to see the news. I googled my Super Sarenna to see if she was behaving, to see if she didn’t overthrown the government or assaulted the Federal Reserve. “Hmmm… she helped to save people in a bridge collapsing in the Equator, that was nice of her. I wish she could save me one time or another” I saw her images, she was buff, younger and tall like I morphed her. She loved to be photographed in her supes uniform, she craved the attention and made her pinup/heroine poses for her audience. I didn’t know if people were baffled by her superpowers or by the size of her breasts. Well, since she was that nice to people, I resolved to add some more powers to her:

‘Sarenna also has the power to change her size to Giantess scale. She also has the power to control the gravity on anything with her breasts. Her powerful milk can grant other big breasted women the same powers she has’

It was a little too wicked, but I didn’t care. Her red high heeled boots and the wind lifting easily her floating skirt was way too sexy, and as a giantess she would give quite a view to anyone. And I shouldn't be high while messing with Lucifer.

In all femuscle forums and sites, all my morphs turned reality made people nuts. And I didn’t even use the more exaggerated ones. I felt that I should help all bodybuilders to get prettier, younger, taller and muscular as possible. I would make them achieve their most delirious dreams, specially those with the that right attitude like Melissa Dettwiller, Luciana Andrade, Lisa Bickels that ones that loved to flirt their physiques to the photographers and webcams, doing pec dances, pumping their arms, stretching their legs for their anonymous worshippers like me.

I wrote down all bodybuilders that came to my mind, scrolled down to my folders to not miss any of them, searched in the Internet for new girls in innumerous sites that I even knew that existed. It took some hours. With it I typed down below:

‘All those female bodybuilders will develop their muscles four times faster than their best workout in their lives in everyday session. And with each pound of new muscle their skin will became cleaner and softer, their age marks will fade, their breasts will get fuller, rounder and bigger as their voices be more feminine and authoritative; their bones and tendons will be also be stronger and longer to accommodate more muscle mass and strength, maintaining the luscious proportions of the female body with longer legs and a small waist.”

I had to be careful with each word because I was changing the life of one thousand bodybuilders and fitness girls. Some girls I decided to morph myself, I wanted to make some of them that had their faces and bodies deteriorated by the too much sunbath, or the chemicals they probably abused, the dried look that they had to reach for contests. Those women, some old, some retired, will in some hours have the look they had when were twenty-something years.

And then I Beatrice came to my mind, which will be here tomorrow for another meeting on our CAD project. I wondered if I could change some personality traits in her. She wasn’t so fat anymore, but she’ll gain that weight back fast in the way she compulsively eats. So I wrote down on a file made especially for her:

‘The more Beatrice eats, more her body will be womanlier and taller, her face will be more attractive and her body will gain muscles to compose the sinuous female form of a ballerina. Her breasts will grow even more, defying gravity, and her confidence will nurture each day more as her body and face will draw attention from anyone.”

And now all the other guys will die of envy for not having the fat Beatrice in their groups. Swell. But then I remembered that I didn’t work anything at all of my part on the project, my group would kill me. I was the only one who knew kinematics programming so I needed a solution to this, and I completed the file:

‘And her knowledge of Kinematics programming will grow exponentially as she eats’

I thought then: “hey, that’s very useful. It was only her and me that were doing the entire CAD project anyway” so I added the last line:

‘As Stress Analysis, Event Simulation and Post-Processing’

Saved. It was a good idea to form other groups with her on all other classes. I had to propose it to her soon, would be nice to have a gorgeous genius to help my grades.

I went to sleep after another productive day.