Muscle Growth Fanfic Novels & Stories

"It is not enough. I need... more. I need you." It wasn't just him. The energy we had shared—the raw, ancient starlight of the Moon Well—had stripped us. It had burned away the last of the logic in my brain. Biology and magic were screaming for the same thing: fusion. My muscles were locking up, a wall of tension that demanded a release. "I know," I breathed. I stood up. My knees shook, but I forced the muscles to lock. I was a monster. A parasite. And I wanted this violation.

*Bang* Old Fan stopped his retreat by depending on Durandal’s weight, stabbing it into the soil. His eyes narrowed as his arm which had blocked the attack continued to tremble. While his bones remained intact, his acute understanding of his body allowed him to discern that he had torn a few of his muscle fibres. This wasn’t abnormal, given that anyone who worked out their muscle fibres when they broke past their limits, and it was the healing of those fibres that strengthened their muscles; but in this case, Old Fan had torn them by attempting to block the kick of an Elemental, a race known for being physically weak!

God I dreamt about these muscles for days. Felix's grip tightened around my waist, his fingers digging into the flesh, asserting his control. “Always so dominant,” I mumbled and he pulled me closer. Felix's eyes darkened with desire and I leaned in, capturing his lips with, tasting myself on his mouth. As our tongues tangled together, my hands roamed his chest, tracing the contours of his muscular physique. I could feel cock getting harder, aching for my touch, and my wolf preened at the power I held over him.

The warmth of the water made my muscles feel relaxed, and before I knew it, I had spent half an hour inside. Looking in the mirror, I noticed that my arms and legs that had been spindly all my life, had started showing some signs of muscle growth due to the rigorous training routine. The bruises on my torso and upper thighs from the sharp kicks had begun to fade away, restoring my milky white skin to its original appearance to some extent. My curves had also started to appear fuller, after my waist and core had gained some definition. I was busy gazing at myself, analyzing the changes, but just when my eyes caught on my scar that stood out against my skin, I heard the sound of footsteps in t

He grunted and squinted, and I chuckled in reply. If there was someone I looked forward to meeting, it was him. "You never changed, do you?" he muttered, clutching his stomach. “Damn it. Those little arms became strong, doll. You can punch a giant with that,” he teased and ruffled my hair. Glaring at him, I shot back, "And you are still the same crybaby I know. What kind of spell did you use that you did not stop growing, huh? Oh. Look at these damn muscles." I pressed his arms. It was hard as a rock.

The burn blends with pleasure, my body craving more. He pushes his cock in, inch by inch, and I moan around Kaelen, overwhelmed, Zane’s thrusts rocking me forward, Ardyn’s filling me back, Kaelen’s cock hitting my throat. Fuck, I’m their center, their everything. My fangirl soul’s screaming, this is better than any fanfic, and it’s mine. “More,” I gasp, pulling off Kaelen briefly. “Everything...don’t hold back.”

Fuck Hilda and her judgment. Fuck Kraven and his view of where humans belong. Fuck my pack and world if they don't accept her. This is my mate. And right now.....she could be dying. VANESSA POV My body is on fire. I can feel my muscles and my bones growing. It is like a growth spurt on steroids. It started at my feet and is slowly crawling up my legs. I have no idea how I am going to make it to midnight. The only reason I'm not screaming at the top of my lungs is because Gunnar is holding my hand.

My body was tearing itself apart. I screamed as another wave of pain crashed through me. My spine cracked loudly, forcing me to arch backward in Damien’s arms. Fur spread rapidly across my shoulders and down my back. My legs lengthened and reshaped, muscles burning as they grew stronger. The worst pain came from my face. My jaw stretched forward, teeth sharpening into deadly fangs, while my nose turned black and sensitive. Damien held me tighter, his bare chest pressed hard against my shifting body. Sweat and blood covered both of us.

I could feel his body change… his weight increase. Double… Triple. The bones in his body cracked and shifted. His muscles expanded, pressing me harder into the cold floor. His hair growing longer. Thicker. Dark fur spreading across his shoulders. Fangs growing out of his mouth. Sharper. Longer. The tip pressed against my neck, right where he'd forcefully mark me. Once those fangs broke skin, the bond would form. Irreversible. I'd be his forever, whether I wanted it or not. His body pressed against mine. Intent clear.

Touching her chest, she feels them becoming sore against his touch as she connects to what he means. "Yeah. Been eating flax." Says the girl, smiling widely. "Then I'll help you grow nice and round. On your knees." The girl widens her eyes. She's been researching a lot on growing the chest. One way was to double up her estrogen. The other one was, "Boob-job?" She asks innocently. The panting man nods, removing his short sighted glasses and keeping them on the desk. "That's right." Excited for her very first fantasy to come true, the girl jumps to kiss him. He smiles against their kiss, Cassandra draping her arms over his neck.