Muscle Mountain S’mantha
By Ratlaf


I met her playing Dodgeball.  She’s a cute little thing, about 5’4” and very athletic.  Apparently she used to play volleyball but her lack of at least a foot of height kept her in the defensive Libero position.  That was good for her because she was quick and agile and played the position well.  

I first noticed there was something about her when she found herself the last of our players facing three of theirs and she tried to intimidate them with a mock “most muscular pose.”  It was obviously intended to be in fun but when she flexed I noticed that she had a solid layer of muscle under her soft feminine figure.  After taking a second look at her she did have quite the neck and traps, and her legs would balloon with sudden muscle and strength.

Intrigued and definitely turned on by this pint sized powerhouse I began to flirt with her and amazingly enough she flirted back and had this amazing look in her eyes.  Shortly after, I asked her out and she leap up to hug me around my neck.  We nearly fell over because she was definitely a lot heavier than she seemed to be.  Again I was encouraged and more than a little turned on.

Over dinner I asked her about her athleticism.  She said that she’s not really that athletic right now, but she used to be when she was playing volleyball for her high school and college teams.  In high school and especially in college the whole team would spend time in the weight room to improve their shoulder and chest muscles so that they’d have a harder spike, and their legs for higher jumping ability.  Since Sam was on average a foot shorter than these girls she focused on her agility and quickness, lifting weights for her whole body, and not just focusing on specific areas.

As a result of this holistic weightlifting she became quite the buff little volleyball player.  Actually she quickly grew stronger than all of her teammates, and was easilly stronger and more muscular than the average man.  Whenever they’d all go out, her clubbing clothes would look like they’d been painted on her because her muscles seemed to be trying to burst out of her clothes whenever she’d move or accidentally flex them.  She was the shortest of them all but definitely the strongest and most muscular.

She even noticed that she’d need to do very little lifting to grow quite a bit stronger.  During the off season she wouldn’t do much on her own so she’d shrink back down to her normal size, but after only a couple weeks of lifting with the team, she’d suddenly be exploding with muscle again.  Somehow her body was able to grow muscle at a highly accelerated rate, even compared with how fast the guys were able to build themselves up.  After a month of lifting she’d be easily lifting three times what she’d started with.

All this talk about her prowess with weights and strength and muscle was having a serious effect on me and after a while she definitely caught on that I was enjoying it because she just kept on talking about her strength and size when she was “hulked out” as she called it.  Granted she was no more muscular than a fitness competitor but she thought it was cool how she could go from a normal woman to a super buff athlete in less than a month.

“I can even make them grow at will, just by thinking about them growing bigger, watch this.”  She closed her eyes for a minute and then resumed chatting with me.  Over the next ten minutes I didn’t see her flex or tense up any of her muscles, but her shoulders and arms visibly grew more defined and quite a bit larger.  It was a subtle effect but when she asked me if she’d grown any bigger I noticed that she did have a bit of definition and muscle mass to her arms and shoulders now.  She raised her arm and flexed a sizeable bicep that I know wasn’t present earlier this evening.  She was about the size of Steph Park already!!

My shocked expression must’ve been obvious because she asked me if she liked what I saw.  Again my expression must’ve been priceless because she then asked if I wanted to see more.  I nearly passed out which was answer enough for her.  “Maybe next Tuesday when you pick me up for dinner, you’ll see more of me…”  Her implication was obvious and I couldn’t wait.

Tuesday was a good five days away and just about when my willpower was about to break down, she called me!  We talked for a bit, exchanging how our week was ending and what we’re going to be doing over the weekend and while she told me she had plans all weekend she was a bit vague about them.

Monday was Monday except that I got another surprise call from Samantha.  I’d already made a reservation so after chatting a bit I asked her where she lived and told her I’d pick her up at 7 tomorrow.  “Pick me up if you can but I think I’ll be the one to pick you up off the ground.”  My stunned silence told her all she needed to know and with an obvious smile in her voice she said “I’ll see you tomorrow!”

I pulled up to her house giddy with anticipation.  I almost began shaking as I went up the steps of her bungalow and wasn’t at all surprised when I missed the doorbell three times.  I knocked instead.  I heard footsteps bounding towards the door and when she opened the door my jaw dropped and my eyes turned to dinner plates at the sight of exactly how much Sam had changed over the past five days.

She was literally bursting out of her clothes with muscle.  Granted she was still wearing her usual clothes but the transformation she’d made over the past five days was incredible.  Every muscle on her body was visible either through her skin tight clothes or bared by her outfit.  She wasn’t huge or anything but she’d easilly be able to win any fitness contest.  It was the contrast between her former, normal athletic self and this vision of strength and muscualrity standing before me that just floored me.  

Litterally.  

I sat down on the porch because my knees had unhinged and with a knowing smile she sauntered up to me, taller than me, put her hands on her hips, flared out her lats while simultaneously flexing her arms, shoulders and neck.  She almost doubled her size with this flex and while she held this incredible pose that sent my brain gibbering all the way to the sanitarium I noticed that her muscles were visibly growing larger and larger.  She then brought both arms up into a double bicep pose and flexed her now golf ball sized biceps.  These also proceeded to grow larger while she flexed and I noticed that they weren’t just becoming engorged with blood, the muscle itself was growing at a hyper accelerated pace.

With a wince she dropped the pose and shook out her arms.  “I can only be “Little-Miss-Miracle-Grow” for a short while.  Then my muscles get tired and they need to rest and recover.  Stand on up here my big strong man.”  She grabbed me under the armpits and lifted me off the ground, completely, and set me on my feet.  Her strength was incredible!  She didn’t hold me there but the force she used to stand me up made my hard-on that much more pronounced.

“Oooh, we’d better take care of that before we have dinner.  It’d be really embarrasing to go off in the middle of the restaurant.”  She pulled me inside, shut the door and opened my pants.  She turned her back to me and the halter top she was wearing exposed every inch of her rippling defined back.

Ever so slowly she flexed her back and the symphony of muscle that greeted me was never ending.  Her back just contined to grow wider and wider until she had a “V” taper that was obscene and definitely rivalled Belle Turelle’s, even though Sam was a fraction of the size of Belle.  Then, as if reading my mind she performed a back double bicep pose, my all time favorite.  I was stroking myself vigorously by now and when she noticed that I was shaking with desire for her she dropped to her knees and took all of me in her mouth.  Looking down at this little muscle mountain of a woman swallowing all of me made me explode into her mouth.

She seemed to be waiting for this because she moaned with pleasure, as if taking her frist drink from an oasis after being stranded in the desert for weeks.  After making sure she didn’t miss a drop she stood up, forcibly pulled me down to her and kissed me.  Just as quickly she broke off the kiss because her whole boddy was shuddering.  Right before my eyes her body added another layer of muscle.  She was bulking up in front of my eyes and quickly turning into an amazon with more muscle than I’d ever be able to build.

“Aaahh, that’s better don’t you think?”  she asked flexing her now raquet ball sized bicep which again began to grow at that hyper accelerated pace.  “I’ve never actually tried to grow as big as I can, as fast as I can.  This is fun!  And you’re totally mine to toy with.”  All rational though gone to me she closed up my pants again and led me to my car.  Somehow I drove to the restaurant and over dinner she explained to me what was going on.

“My body seems to convert any protein I ingest almost immediately into muscle.  I already told you that my muscles grow super fast, and that I can will them to grow by flexing them, or even just thinking about them, so since I met you I’ve been eating nothing but protein, beans and meat mostly, going to the gym for hours a day, flexing and thinking myself bigger and more muscular.  Just for you.”  My mind was still checked out.  “Ever since I realized this about my body, I’ve wanted to get as big and muscular as I could, but until I met you I didn’t want to do it on my own.  With you by my side, obviously being supportive of me and my soon to be inhuman muscles, I’m having the time of my life, and I’ll rock your world in the process.  By the way, watch what happens to me after every bite of steak…”

Snapping my attention from her eyes to her body I realized with some degree of horror that she was even bigger now.  Every bite of steak that she’d swallow was followed up, about 90 seconds later with a corresponding swelling of every one of her muscles.  They’d shrink back a bit but would settle larger than the previous bite.  She’d ordered the largest steak on the menu and was only halfway through it!  With a smile she took another bite and moaned with pleasure when her body swelled.  “This growing is turning me on…  you’d better be ready for me my big strong man!”

I looked at her tennis ball sized biceps and couldn’t finish my dinner fast enough.  “You’re done already?  Well you’ll just have to wait while I finish my steak.  I want you to watch every minute of my “Miracle-Grow” transformation tonight.”  My whole body shuddered uncontrolably and she smiled as she took another bite of steak and grew a bit more muscualr.

It was torturous how slow she was eating, and she was obviously doing it on purpose to get the greatest effect out of me. Finally she was done and in the course of one dinner she’d grown from a champion fitness compeditor to a champion lightweight bodybuilder.  She was definitely more muscular than any average man and incredibly cute and sexy to boot.  I sped all the way to her house because as we were walking out of the restaurant to my car she couldn’t keep her hands off me, nor I mine.  Just as we got to my car she pinned me to my car with such surprising force that my feet came off the ground and I immediately kissed her with passion to equal her strength.

That night was the best night of our lives as she totally overpowered me with her strength and muscles and passion, and I matched her intensisty perfectly, we orgasmed at the same time.  As the little death ripped through her she began to grow again, every pulse of pleasure provided her by the orgasms we’d created in her was mirrored by a pulse of growth of all of her muscles.  

She very quickly grew into a middle weight bodybuilder, then a heavyweight, then beyond any size a woman had ever achieved, and as I continued to empty my load into her she grew to the size of any champion male bodybuilder.  At her short height her 26 inch arms looked gargantuan.  She easilly lifted my entire body off of her, spun me about and proceeded to make me hard again by inserting me into her mouth, not to mention by holding me above her with one arm while she lay on her back, playing with herself and me at the same time.  

It was intense and I came again in short order while she gave herself yet another orgasm.  The combination made her grow again and this time it seemed she didn’t just grow more muscular, she grew bigger somehow too.  Her now 30 inch arm threw me up into the air and caught me as gently as a feather.  The next thing I knew I was surrounded by her warm muscular body that felt like marble and yet held me so comfortably.  Happily trapped by her we fell asleep.

The next morning she’d shrunk back down to the size of a ligthweight bodybuilder again.  “Darn, I was hoping it’d be that easy to grow that humungous.”

“Well, maybe this will help max you out faster,” I said as I slipped deliciously inside her again.  She wasn’t expecting it and her gasp of sudden pleasure was accompanied by a growth pulse of her muscles.

“Oh yes, I can feel myself growing as you fill me up!”  she moaned and as we went for round two she very quickly grew to her max size from last night well before we climaxed and this time she litterally exploded with muscular growth when it hit us.  Her body was almost cartoonish in it’s muscularity and again her body seemed to get bigger somehow as well.

We lay in each others arms enjoying our afterglow, watching her slowly shrink back down to a middle weight bodybuilder’s size, probably about as big as Kris Murell when she first appeared on the scene.  It’d still take Sam another day or two until she’s rivalling Kris’s current size.

We got another surprise when we finally got up out of bed.  When Sam stood up to kiss me she stood on her toes as she was always used to doing, but this time by doing so she was now taller than me to the point where I couldn’t kiss her without standing on my toes, and even then I was barely able to reach her.  When she realized what was going on she dropped back down and was still looking down at me.  She was now about six feet tall with the muscles of a champion female bodybuilder.  Each of her maxed out growth spurts had added about four inches to her height.

“This is so amazing!” she exclaimed with glee as she reached down and lifted me effortlessly into the air to kiss me.  “And it’s all thanks to you my inspiration.  Soon I’ll be the biggest, strongest, tallest woman ever and you’ll be my man and we’ll both be in heaven because we have each other.”

Perched in her arms, half a foot off the ground feeling her hard muscles work and swell while holding me convinced me and I kissed her again, growing hard in the process.  This was the response she was hoping for and it caused her to grow even more muscular as we kissed and made love yet again...