Muscle Growth Fanfic Novels & Stories

The child kicked violently, feeding on the energy, growing another inch in seconds. Damian followed with a roar, burying deep and flooding him—hot, endless pulses that leaked out around his cock, dripping down Alex’s thighs in luminescent trails. But the mutation refused to let them stop. Damian stayed hard, still buried, grinding slowly as aftershocks rolled through them.

Clementine Liam gripped his father’s hand, and both men erupted into a large orange glow. The air around them shimmered with power, and Liam started to grow larger as if it were possible. He was already a muscly, marbled god, but now, his shoulders seemed to become slightly broader with the power of an alpha. His arm muscles bulged out of the short sleeves of his button-down, and the buttons began to strain with his chest getting wider.

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he murmurs, taking possession of my ass in his hands and settling me against him. I didn't exactly do this to make Elliot jealous. I did it because today was a long day and my body is tired and weak and I like being in a man's arms like this. But when Franco starts with his typical douchebaggery and starts doing squats with me, I can't help but look up at Elliot and notice how his body is totally tense as he watches us. "... then the testosterone levels go up and make me even stronger than before." I don't know what the fuck Franco is talking about, but surely it's something to do with his big sculpted body, his alpha designation, hot omegas, his dick, protein, gym, sports and whatever the f

It seems weird that it could do both, but it does. I stand in front of my full-length mirror in my bedroom, making sure I look suitable for tonight. I’ve had to revamp my entire wardrobe because my time at Blue Meadow has caused my entire body’s musculature to grow, significantly. My suits couldn’t even be tailored or let out to fit my new size. I had to buy new ones, along with new jeans, slacks, t-shirts and button downs. I’m not sure how I grew so much in just eight weeks, but I did. And it’s not fat either. I am solid muscle, and my abs are just insane. I’ve had excessive definition before. More so in my early career years, but now, I have an intense 6-pack. Bigger than ever. I hate to s

A crowd upward of two hundred people (mostly young women and teenage girls wolf and human alike) chatted excitedly, some were passing out drinks like it was a tailgate party. So here I am, in a sea of young women chattering away excited and anxious to catch a glimpse of the newly pronounced Beta. I suppose his fan-base is just as wide in the novel world as it is in real life. The only difference is that they get to actually see what he looks like. Lucky bastards. “I heard he’s gained over thirty pounds of pure muscle.” A blushing teenage girl giggled to her friend who gasped as her cheeks reddened. “You’re serious?! In three months?” They chattered away with a gleeful smile. I couldn’t help

But I wanted him to be back on his feet before making a move on him. When he woke up, he was lean and less muscular but after six months of feeding him, he grew in weight and his muscles came out. I would always drool whenever I see his abs, they were just too masculine. You must know that in my clan, the men were more feminine because of our skills. Larry's looks and physique got me completely hooked and obsessed. The only thing that made me frustrated was that he would turn a blind eye to all my advances. I never made a major advancements due to his health but I would make subtle movement and still, he was unmoved.

His muscles arm muscles would bulge on days he wore t-shirts and he was sporting a well defined six pack. Me and Aaron became friends and started to become closer over time, but I was always sexually attracted to him. I would always fantasize about him, when we went swimming together and I got to admire his gorgeous body, when he would sleepover and he stripped down to just his boxers, anytime we started rough housing it was hard to contain a boner because I would 'accidently' rub my hand on my crotch and sometimes his hand would meet my crotch. But what always turned me on was when he played football. His muscles would bulge and we would start glimmering with sweat and it would turn me on s

I said, running my tongue over his lips before slowly sliding downwards. "Yeah! Consume me!" "Your mouth is literally competing with your cock!" "You have no idea," he moaned. His voice grew rough as my tongue roamed over his skin. The V-line muscles I'd been touching in my fantasies for so long were finally under my hands. I had just found my release, and I had plenty of time to savor the moment and drive Darian absolutely crazy. My hand wandered over his stomach, his muscles trembling beneath my touch. Seeing him writhe from my hands and my mouth was making me wet all over again.

My muscles tightened under her touch. “You’ve grown harder,” she murmured against my mouth. “Good. We like our men strong.” “The past few years weren’t pretty.” I said, trying to catch my breath. Vanya’s laughter was low, vibrating against my skin as her lips moved lower. “You’re strong, but still ours.” I closed my eyes, heat pooling low in my body as their hands and mouths claimed every part of me they could reach. I was caught between them, their bodies molding against mine, their touches a cage I didn’t want to escape.