Muscle Growth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He never leave me alone, but sat down on the black bench below the lamppost. My body stopped for a while; the curse seemed to be thinking of a way to defeat the man. In the few seconds that followed, I felt something was creeping in my veins. Until an incredible thing showed up. My eyes widened, as if they had their own brains too, in seeing that my muscles were slowly turning into bigger ones. My shirt had been torn by the muscles in my arms that wanted to get rid of the congested feelings. The muscles on my body also became bigger. They were the steel-hard muscles I dreamed of having, and I finally had them in a few seconds.

I see the way Mike holds his ribs and winces when he turns. “Yep,” He smiles but I can see the pain in his eyes. “Few cracked ribs, nothing that won’t heal. I’ve been worse.” “My turn!” Finn beams rubbing his hands together with excitement. I shake my head. There were going to be no more playfights for me. Finn was strong but I was stronger and now. I look down at my hands, I seem to be stronger. ‘Mate’ Arcas mentally tells me ‘She makes us stronger; our bond has grown, and we are changing with her.’

My muscles twisted and stretched unnaturally, as if they were being pulled apart and reshaped by invisible hands. "Alaric, it's too much," I gasped. "I can't take it!" "Hold on, Alina," he urged, his voice desperate. "I'm right here. Focus on my voice." My face contorted in pain as I felt my fingers deforming, nails becoming sharp and long like claws. My skin began to itch and burn as patches of fur erupted from my flesh. I could feel my spine elongating, the vertebrae shifting and popping. I let out a cry of agony as my legs twisted, the bones reshaping themselves painfully.

My cock reacted, swelling impossibly thicker inside him, stretching him further as if his voice alone fueled my growth, every vein pulsing with fresh heat and power. “Oh my goodness, why are you suddenly growing all big inside me?” he gasped, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and thrill, his body clenching around me in a way that made me groan. The tight ring of muscle gripped my shaft like it was trying to milk me dry. “Can you pull out a little… fuck!” he pleaded, but I held steady, buried deep, savoring the way his walls quivered and adapted. “Can you call me that again?” I breathed, my gaze locked on his, intense and unblinking, like I was staring into the depths of his soul, a fierce mi

I still hated him, and he made it clear he was forced to be there, but I actually started to look forward to our time together instead of dreading it. My body was taking nicely to the intense work outs too. In two weeks, I could feel the muscles start to form in my arms and legs. The little belly fat I had was barely noticeable, and my butt had begun to firm. Even though my entire body was still covered in bruises in different stages of healing, I looked healthier than I ever had. That could be because of Moira too of course. The girl never let me miss a meal, and treated me like a little sister she never had. She showed up like clockwork three times a day, and always had castle gossip even

My gaze licks over all that chiseled strength. And he thinks I'm the beautiful one? I almost snort as my fingertips drift over his muscles. When I tweak one of his flat nipples, a deep growl rumbles up from him. The throbbing between my legs grows. Cole is probably the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. Inside and out.

“Now imagine he is about ten feet to your left, and coming toward you. What do you do?” She growled, and pivoted to punch to her left with her right hand. Her arm stretched and grew some muscles before my eyes! “Holy shit! He was right!” I covered my mouth with my hands, and started to jump up and down. “Nate was right!” I squealed. Rose opened her eyes, and looked at me confused. “What do you mean?” “Your arm visibly grew stronger, and lengthened! You’re a shifter!” I hugged her and was jumping in circles around her.

I could feel his internal muscles pulsing around me, pulling me deeper into his soul, demanding everything I had to give. The heat reached an unbearable, explosive peak. Overwhelmed by the fever, Lucian suddenly surged upward, his teeth sinking sharply into the hard muscle where my neck met my shoulder. I let out a rough, guttural growl as the sting of his bite shot directly through my veins, anchoring me completely to his desperation.

I shut my eyes to calm myself down, but it only found its way of getting stronger. I could feel every single ounce of blood race through my veins. I could feel every hair on my skin standing out and even growing thicker... I felt myself growing in mass and in strength. I balled my hands into fists to control myself, but only ended up breaking my knuckles, and new sharp bones suddenly piercing my skin and growing out. I felt my teeth grow sharper, and my canines suddenly touching my lower lip. I felt myself growing crazy, and it was happening within seconds!

The heels of my feet rapped and danced on the flatness of his ass and the muscles of my twat began to milk his reaming cock. His body seemed transformed into steel as I clutched it with my clawing fingers and scissoring legs. My nails scraped him, but it was like scraping a piece of iron. I could feel his knotty muscles, standing out like thick cords on his broad back, and the pace of his fucking doubled up. Our mouths weren't touching now, thank God, for my teeth were chattering and I'd surely have bitten his tongue in two.