Muscle Growth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I teased, even though I was a little concerned. “Weird,” Miles states, rubbing the back of his head. “I was rearranging my room; that way, there’s more room for extracurricular activities,” he states, staring directly at me, before turning his attention back to Beckett, “But I didn’t even have the strength to move my bed.” Now that’s unbelievable. Miles is the strongest of my mates; his muscles are nearly double the size of Aphelion’s, whose biceps are slightly larger than average.

I pulled around him eagerly and the smooth muscles of my cuntal fences clasped to hold the animal tight, quivering with the useless effort as he withdrew time after time, exploring my sex rapidly until the tangle of strength developed at the base of his cock demanded its proper place within me. The bulb was gigantic, but not fully grown up, and with a delighted barking howl, the wolf gave a final hard thrust to force the blood-engorged knot into the mouth of my cunt. It grew quickly then as my mate began the quick short thrusting which would bring his final release. I was lengthened now, and very full as the muscle trapped inside me grew even further. It blocked my sex completely, damming in

“I sincerely hope that it is as painful and ruthless as you are—” “SHUT UP!” I roared, trembling with uncontrollable rage that ripped me open from the inside. Silence tore through the room, only for a moment and then it began. A violent shudder ripped through me, my muscles locked tight, spine arched and then a deep guttural growl rumbled from my chest. My fingers clawed, nails elongated, and with no warning, my bones snapped, limbs reshaping as I fell to the ground, darting my gaze to her.

“Come on, let’s go home before my fiancee gets impatient and grumpy.” She just chuckled at what I said and started maneuvering the car. Moments later, I just found myself already in the arms of my clingy fiancee. “L-Love. . . it tickles,” I stopped him as he is nibbling my neck and I am now starting to get turned on. Damn, hormones! “I miss you, Love. Hmm, can we have one round, please?” he whispered and carried me towards our room with no sweat. He even got more muscular and strong as he include in his schedule to do some lifts, every morning once a week. Well, that's just because he wants to have long stamina for our steamy moments. And I think, that's what we are leading to now.

I asked him, squeezing his now very large biceps and running my hands down his very chiseled pecs. "I am not sure. Since I emerged from the ashes of my Phoenix, my muscles have been growing. I think it finally stopped like an hour ago. We figure it's a phoenix thing, but there's no way to really know. You like it?" He arched his brow with a sexy smirk.

“Yeah, sure. If that’s what you want to call it.” “No. I won’t.” The car swerved for a second as her head whipped to mine. Her eyes were wide, but I gave her a soft smile. It was apparent, even with all the supposed progress I was making, that I would never walk normally again. Hell, I didn’t even know if I could close my left hand into a full fist. If my muscles either refused to grow or grew wrong, without surgery to fix them, they could just be like that permanently.

He shouted. Elena fidgeted with his grasp on her but it was pointless. He was a towering 6.5 with bulging muscles. Although she had beauty to rival the goddess herself she was barely 5’5, no muscles at all, thanks to the zero combat training she’d received. “I just want to be a normal girl with a normal life. I want to go to school father!..” the words hardly escaped her mouth without a whimper.

She smiles brightly at me as she stands tall. “Have you grown more, Baby?" I cock my head as I realize she is standing taller. “Another inch and a half since you were here. After I shifted, Lex became stronger and my body had to accommodate that growth. Lady Camille thinks I could grow another inch. But don't use that as an excuse to buy me more clothes, Bronx. The ones I have at home will still be just fine. So, what are we doing here?" She asks. Her voice is bright and bubbly and excited. I love seeing her like this.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and he stood so that he could pull his pants and underwear off. The light to my room was still on, so I could see every detail of his lean, muscular body. His eight-inch shaft stood at attention, beckoning me. Blaze's muscles were more defined than I remembered. His hair and chin stubble had grown out longer as if he hadn't taken the time to get a trim. His black hair brought out the color in his sapphire blue eyes perfectly. God has made such a stunning masterpiece in making Blaze, and he is all mine.

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.