Muscle Growth Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Our tongues danced with each other. We let us go after we were full of breath . My head was spinning as it still resting on a soft cushion . He parted from me to remove his shirt . My eyes widened as his muscles were visible . My breath hitched. His tan chest and ripped muscle appeared fantom . He got a lion inked on his chest roaring . I peeked through my lashes . he kept his one knee between my legs . I licked my lips involuntarily . He was stirring all my insides . I took a long breath as he bent toward me .

I say in a raspy voice after not using it for a long while and crying the entire time. As his gaze intensified, his powerful hands closed in around me. There was no retreat this time; instead, he effortlessly scooped me into his arms, revealing the strength of his muscular frame. Attempting to wriggle free, I was met with the undeniable reality of his immense size, a sign of the robustness of his form that held me captive in its embrace. Not embrace, captivity. "You better stop wiggling around if you want us to reach the ensuite," he grumbled close to my ear, making me jump in his arms, and his muscles flexed beneath him. Fuck, so many muscles.

But my body wasn't listening. My eyes burned. In the mirror across the room, I could see them glowing gold in the dark. Bright and wild like an animal's. The shift was trying to happen. I could feel my bones wanting to reshape. My muscles wanting to stretch and grow. But then it stopped. Just like always, it stopped. The pain when it halted was worse than anything. Like someone had started tearing me apart and then changed their mind halfway through. I doubled over, biting my lip to keep from screaming.

He seemed convinced enough. “That,” he shifted in his seat, his leg coming in between mine, “I can understand.” Sparks flew where our skin touched, and the defined muscle of his calves tensed against my own. My own muscles were toned, but Tucker’s were hypnotizing. I imagined him in some sort of luxurious private gym—because, of course, Tucker would never work out in a crowd—working on his leg muscles that helped him fuck me into mental oblivion. Every inch of him was carefully sculpted by the most meticulous of angels.

Everything I had imagined and just like Vee said it'd be. Feeling the pain gradually morph into pleasure, I started to enjoy it and increased my pace. I bounced up and down fast on his cock, the wet sounds of our flesh meeting, my soft moans and his deep grunts filling the air. "Yes, yes! Oh my God, yes!" I cried out, sweat trickling down my spine as I rode him faster and harder, bracing myself with my hands on his chest. Had James been working out more? He suddenly felt way more ripped and muscular than I remembered.

The cock inside me grew thicker. I could feel it changing inside me, the veins growing bigger, and the head taking its final form. It was stretching inside me, demanding more space, while the feeling caused me to give out an involuntary cry of pain. "Missed me?" He withdrew slowly, causing even more pain as he slid out of me. "Well, I have. I miss how tight you felt and how it clenched when I took you.” “Malphaus, wait. I'm not ready yet.”

The connection flickered in response. Soft. Uncertain. But there. And for a moment I almost believed it would hold. Until Pain. Sharp. Sudden. It tore through my chest like claws ripping me open from the inside. I gasped. The connection surged violently in response. Too fast. Too strong. “No no no” I choked. Something was wrong. Very wrong. It wasn’t collapsing. It wasn’t breaking. It was… Growing. The connection expanded suddenly pulling more than just the rejected mates.

He was the man he had always wanted to be. He was pleased with the results that he now wanted to keep. His arms which, because of their length, had never had much muscle tone before. They were now much more fit, and they were beginning to show the muscle growth in his biceps. They were much bigger than they were before he started working on them. His legs were the same. However, when he lost the weight from his chest and abdomen, he was able to work that area on his body much better as well. He was looking like the man he really wanted to be. He wanted it for a few reasons, but Henni was one of them. He knew that was in the front of his mind.

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