The Proteus Effect

By MagnusMagneto

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1.) Mid September

Eric awoke to an email he had been waiting for: he was invited to the alpha test of an upcoming video game named ‘Live-Sim’. It was the latest incarnation of the most popular life-simulation series of games. The games were something of an oddity in that they solely featured relatively normal virtual people living their lives, with a few supernatural elements added for the sake of fun. There was little to no action, challenge, or even a story - elements that typically drew in players. The gameplay almost solely consisted of directing the inhabitants of a virtual world through their daily activities.

Despite his excitement, Eric still needed to go to school for the day. For the most part, his routine was the same as usual. Only a few things stuck out to him in particular: First, his biology teacher was wearing a shorter skirt than usual without any pantyhose, which showcased her proportionately long, toned legs. Her name was Julia Williams, though the students almost always referred to her as “Ms. Williams”. Julia’s attire was of particular interest to Eric because he harbored a fairly sizable crush on her. She was still fairly young, a couple years under 30, and wildly beautiful for a teacher. Her body was tall, lithe and well endowed. Eric was a fairly short 18 year old, standing at 5’6”, so his teacher’s 5’9” frame towered over him a fair bit; even more so thanks to added height from the heels she almost always wore.

The other interesting thing that happened to Eric, was an assignment to help tutor who was, in his opinion, the hottest cheerleader in the entire school: a senior named Chalsey. Chalsey was the spitting picture of a bombshell high school babe: blonde and blue-eyed with a beautiful body. She possessed an even greater advantage over the other girls as she was actually 20 years old due to having been held back twice while growing up. As a result, she was essentially a prime college student physically stuck in a high school.

Chalsey wasn’t particularly unintelligent, just entirely uninterested with her studies. While she could maneuver through social situations with relative ease, and was actually fairly bright, she simple did not care whatsoever about any of the lectures she slept through. This year was her last chance; if she failed out again, the administration was going to permanently suspend her from the high school. As a result, her teachers were desperate to do whatever they could to assist her towards graduating.

The initial meeting with Chalsey was fairly awkward, as the blond was somewhat hostile towards Eric. While Eric had difficulty understanding why she acted this way, in reality it was due to a number of factors. For starters, Chalsey was already quite self conscious of the fact that she had stayed back two years already, and required tutoring just to stay on track to finally graduate. Adding onto that, she viewed Eric as someone that was beneath her, as the boy was physically smaller than she was. It wasn’t a fair prejudice, but it was one she harbored regardless. This made the tutoring periods even more degrading for the young woman. Eric was unsure if the sessions were going to accomplish much, but he didn’t mind getting to stare at Chalsey, even if she was fairly rude.

Eventually Eric made it home, where he was greeted by his step-mother and step-sister. Eric was part of a joint family. His mother passed away from a terrible illness; and only about one and a half years ago did his father, a tall, thin man named Norbert remarry. He coupled with a beautiful woman named Camille who happened to also have a daughter his age: Selina. Conveniently enough, Camille’s husband also died a mere few years prior. When Norbert and Camille met, they couldn’t help but feel that the set of circumstances was too great to pass up. They eloped fairly quickly after meeting, and ever since were mostly happy with one another. Their children however had a slightly more difficult time adjusting.

2.)

Later that afternoon Eric was finally able to play the game he so desperately desired to. He was eager to see all of the latest additions in this version of the game. Of particular interest to him, he had read that an extensive muscle-building system had been added. Prior versions of Live-Sim had allowed the virtual people, named Live-Sims, to work out and grow stronger; but this had been expanded significantly for this alpha. Specifically, the Live-Sims could become extremely visually muscular - including the females. This last point was of particular interest to Eric because he secretly harbored something of a secret fetish for muscles, strength, and all around superiority on women.

After finally installed the game and starting it it up, Eric made himself acquainted with the user interface. It was quite similar to the last version, so he understood what was going on very quickly. Without delay, he created a new Live-Sim town, and commenced making his first Live-Sim, which was a virtual version of himself. While he could have elected to turn himself into a veritable stud, he opted to remain closer to real life. This meant that virtual Eric was just as proportionately small as the real one.

Having recreating himself to the best of his ability, Eric was prompted to give his character two traits. Once again, he saw a list of incredible things; traits that would make his virtual self stronger, smarter, faster - almost anything he could desire. He decided to keep it fairly realistic by making one of the traits ‘Video Gamer’, which indicated that Eric’s character enjoyed video games and was quite good at them. After choosing this trait, a game controller appeared in his avatar’s hand, which he frantically tapped the buttons of. Next Eric decided to indulge a bit and made his second trait ‘Attractive’, which simply made his character more liked by the opposite sex. His character struck a confident pose after the bonus was applied.

With his traits selected, Eric was met with another decision: to choose a life-goal for his character. These ranged from all sorts of things, such as to become president of the world, to becoming a video game champion, or even curing a disease. Eric eventually decided to indulge again and selected the one that seemed like the most fun to him: getting laid by at least five different women. In response to this, Eric’s Live-Sim appeared in a hot-tub surrounded by bikini clad girls.

With his own character finished, Eric knew he needed more residents for his town. He clicked on the ‘New Live-Sim’ button and was greeted by the same character creation screen. The young man stared at it for a few moments, pondering who he should craft next. “Well, I don’t want virtual Eric to be alone.” He said to himself before clicking the female gender symbol. A generic female avatar appeared in front of him. He moused over to the name field, clicked on it, and then stopped to think for a moment. Eventually Eric decided to enter “Chalsey”, the same as the cheerleader who he recently helped tutor.

From here Eric began recreating the older girl to the best of his ability. He made her fairly tall for a female, busty, blond, blue-eyed, and quite beautiful: just like he saw her in real life. After he was satisfied with the results, Eric moved onto the next part of Live-Sim creation: character traits. He thought long and hard as he pondered them over. If he were to recreate Chalsey as she was in real life, he would likely give her the ‘Anti-Scholar’ and ‘Popular’ attributes. As he looked over the choices however, something caught his fancy: a ‘Bodybuilder’ option. It explained that characters with this trait loved building muscle, were able to gain muscle faster than other characters, and even possessed a much higher genetic potential for muscle growth than regular people. Eric grew aroused merely thinking about the real world Chalsey with those qualities. Eagerly, he added the trait to the character, and her virtual avatar performed a playful flex in response, causing her thin limbs to move slightly.

Eric next had to choose a second trait. Since virtual Chalsey was already quite different from the real one due to her ‘Bodybuilder’ trait, he figured he may as well idealize her further. This led him to select the ‘Super-Scholar’ trait. The description explained that characters with this trait were able to learn things faster than others, enjoyed strengthening their minds, and even possessed a greater mental capacity for new knowledge. After choosing the trait, virtual Chalsey’s head expanded and pulsated for a second before contracting back down to its normal size; a cartoonish indication for intelligence.

Finally, Eric had to select a goal for his new creation. After going through the collection, he noticed a few different ones from when he had to choose a goal for himself. One in particular caught his attention: a goal named “Ubermensch”. The description stated that characters with it wished to improve themselves as much as possible. Eric noticed that this wasn’t really the proper use of the term, but shrugged and selected it regardless, as he wanted virtual Chalsey to make the most of her traits. In response, the virtual avatar’s muscles momentarily swelled up to huge proportions , and a large stack of books appeared to her side. This sight alone made Eric shift around in his chair from excitement.

With Live-Sim versions of Chalsey and himself finished, Eric could have simply started the game up, but he wanted to have more fun. He started making a new character, another female; this time opting to recreate his school teacher, Julia. Similar to Chalsey, virtual-Julia was tall and beautiful, though possessed brown hair with green eyes. Next came the traits, and once again Eric was more than eager to grant his ideal version of the woman ‘Bodybuilder’. He scrolled through the other traits and saw another one that caught his eye: ‘Dominant Leader’. It explained that those with this trait tended to naturally lead others and command obedience more easily. He imagined his teacher wielding this power over her students, which was almost as exciting as the thought of her with muscles.

As was customary, Eric had to decide on a goal for Julia. He eventually settled on “Corporate Climber”, which was simply to excel at work and seek out promotions. While Julia didn’t exactly work at a corporate job, she did seem to do everything in her power to make the most of her career.

Once again Eric was faced with whether he wanted to start the game or keep making more Live-Sims. Recreating the two women he had was somehow quite thrilling, so he felt compelled to continue doing so. Next he moved to recreate his step-mother’s friend, someone who hasn’t been introduced in this story yet: Maya Sanders. Maya was an older lady, 37 to be precise, but could have easily passed as someone a decade younger. Virtual Maya was similar to Chalsey’s avatar - attractive, tall, blonde and blue-eyed. Of course, Eric also had to keep her enormous H-cup breasts, which looked pretty ridiculous in the game. As with the other girls, Eric slapped on the ‘Bodybuilder’ trait, eager to watch his virtual harem of girls pack of pounds of muscle. With the second trait, Eric was at a bit of a loss until he read over the description of ‘Seductress’, which actually described the real world Maya fairly well. Characters with this attribute were naturally flirtatious, and possessed a bonus towards romancing others. Her virtual self performed a ‘come hither’ movement after it was elected. Finally, Eric chose the ‘Immense Wealth’ goal, which was fairly self-explanatory, meaning that virtual Maya wanted to accumulate a ton of money. A huge pile of money-bags appeared behind virtual Maya as she flashed a toothy grin. All in all, aside from the bodybuilder aspect, the avatar of Maya was startlingly similar to her real world counterpart.

With three custom girls and his own avatar Eric could’ve simply started up the game. Then again, his character’s goal was to sleep with five separate ladies. On the other hand, the town would surely come populated with some prerendered Live-Sims; but they might not possess the bodybuilder trait. Eric felt some turmoil at this decision until his mind turned to two other women in his life: his step-mother and step-sister. He immediately felt slightly dirty for envisioning them joining his virtual conquests, but it wasn’t like they were blood relatives; plus this was just a game, a bit of a pervy fantasy - it didn’t mean anything. After mulling it over for a bit, Eric took the plunge and started creating a virtual version of his step-mother.

Virtual Camille was the first female to actually be shorter than virtual Eric, if only by a mere inch. Staying true to reality, he made her slightly less attractive than the younger girls, but still quite well-preserved for someone nearing middle age. Her dark-red hair and green eyes looked fairly exotic in the Create a Live-Sim viewer, and her D cup breasts were well proportioned with her height. He quickly slapped on the obligatory ‘Bodybuilder’ perk, which by now he had memorized the location of. The second trait was a bit trickier. While his growing pangs of arousal wanted to direct Eric towards granting her an attribute that increased her power, he eventually felt that the ‘Nurturing’ trait would be a better fit. The description explained that those with this characteristic were naturally great mothers who loved and protected their offspring. Eric felt a bit guilty because while the real-world Camille tried, she simply was not a naturally gifted mother. Despite this, after having the trait applied, a baby appeared in virtual Camille’s arms, which she snuggled for a bit before it disappeared.

As with every other character, Eric had to finish the creation off by choosing a goal. Another unique goal due to virtual Camille’s traits appeared: ‘#1 Mom’. The description explained that a Live-Sim with this trait wanted to be a better mother than anyone else, at any cost. The wording was fairly ambiguous, but Eric found it amusing enough and decided to select it. In response, a mug with the words “No. 1 Mom” appeared in the avatar’s right hand.

Finally, Eric moved on to creating the final Live-Sim, his step-sister Selina. He recreated her as best as he could, making her the same height as him, and ultimately a younger, hotter version of his step-mother; except with blue eyes. Once again, the ‘Bodybuilder’ trait was applied, followed by the avatar giving a flex. Eric browsed through the various options for the second attribute before ‘Extremely Competitive’ caught his attention. He couldn’t help but laugh as soon as he saw it, as the description fit a caricatured version of his sister; basically Live-Sims with this characteristic wanted to win every competition, pushing themselves and growing stronger from challenges. Virtual Selina punched the air a few times in response to the choice. Keeping with this theme, Eric opted for the ‘Champion’ goal, which was similarly ambiguous to the #1 Mom goal, in that it simply stated that the Live-Sim wanted to dominate every competition it entered. After making the choice, Selina’s avatar donned a crown and a wrestling champion’s belt, striking a proud pose.

It was a lot of work that took over an hour, but Eric had pain stinkingly recreated himself and the five ladies with only a few minor changes. It was finally time to play the game.

3.)

For an alpha test, this version of Live-Sim was extremely functional. After becoming acquainted with the user interface and controls, Eric started playing. First he allowed the characters to do whatever they wanted. It was fun to watch the virtual versions of himself and the various women in his life move to and fro, doing whatever they pleased. Eventually, however, Eric felt that they weren’t quite dancing to the tune he desired.

Eric proceeded to assume control over the denizens of his Live-Sim town. He started off by forcing all of the women to start working out at the local gym. Sure enough, they were eager to comply, and Eric watched with bated breath as the progress meters towards gaining more strength levels rose with each workout. Things moved along fairly slowly however, and Eric only had today to play the game. He needed to acquire more in-game currency so he could procure better equipment and nutrition for his Live-Sims. To accomplish this, he sent out his Live-Sims on various career paths to bring in some money.

Time passed and the progress of his avatars’ efforts to earn money grew apparent. Virtual Maya in particular was earning an obscene amount of money, in fact, she was increasing her earning potential at a far faster rate than the others, meaning they had no hope of ever reasonably catching up. Julia’s avatar was in second place for earning money, and the others were all far behind. This continued for a while until the combined money earned was enough for Eric to start reasonably spending it all.

The first thing he did was built a mansion to house all six of the characters. With the residents situated, Eric built multiple top-end gyms within the building, to allow the women to work their bodies. From here, he had accumulated enough in-game money that he didn’t have to worry about that, so he simply had the female Live-Sims exercise. Sure enough, their frames packed on muscle at an alarming rate. Eric wasn’t sure if this was a glitch, unbalance, or if that was how the bodybuilder trait was intended to function. Regardless, the female denizens gained a huge amount of strength, leaving Eric’s character, who was preoccupied with playing video games far in the dust physically.

Eric began to have some fun by allowing virtual him mingle with the ladies. Their in-game measurement for how much they liked Eric, succinctly named the ‘Affection Meter’, slowly began to fill out for each girl. It was only matter of time until Eric’s character began to “wow-wee!” with the others, the game’s child-friendly term for sex. These sessions consistent of Eric’s avatar and one of the females moving to his bed before disappearing underneath the covers, causing the entire bed to shake.

For the most part, Eric’s Live-Sim world was something of a utopia. The girls kept growing larger and stronger, possesing nearly twice the muscle mass of Eric’s, and easily three times as much strength. They also had far more endurance, and their other traits kicked in as well. Of particular note, the Chalsey character was becoming immensely intelligent, while the Maya avatar was having affairs with the other women; and their neighbors; and everyone else within the vicinity.

There was one unfortunate side-effect of the characters following their personality traits however, Selina’s Anger meter, a display indicating her general frustration, was growing alarmingly high. Eric theorized this was due to two primary things: first, that the other girls were gaining muscle comparable to her own; and secondly, that she had to share virtual Eric with the others. Instead of letting this bother him, Eric simply laughed and allowed the simulation to continue. After all, he only had the rest of the day to enjoy this vision of paradise.

Eric played the Live-Sim alpha the entire day, going so far as to eat his dinner at his computer. His step-mother seemed slightly concerned, but he assured her this was a one day thing only. The teen had to admit that it was a little jarring seeing Camille in the flesh after having turned her into a sexual muscle goddess inside the game. Fortunately for him, he was able to keep the details of his activities a secret.

Before long it was 11 PM at night. Eric was tired. Not only from it being so late, but from having been sedentary the entire day. His eyes in particular burned a little. He wiped them and took one last hard look at his Live-Sim world. The girls had sprouted into absolute powerhouses. They could lift untold amounts of weight, and possessed nearly endless stamina. Compared to virtual Eric, the women were like super humans. A bit of sadness crept over him as he knew that he would have to wait until the full game finally released in order to do this again. He worried that the bodybuilder trait may be toned down then, though on the other hand, maybe the girls would be able to become even more powerful in the full version. His mind spun for a bit until he decided that enough was enough and powered the game off. That night he dreamt of female muscle.

4.)

The next few days went by without much incident. Eric’s mind kept wandering back to the femmuscle utopia of the Live-Sim alpha, and he longed for the full version of the game to finally come out; or at the very least another testing period.

Time continued its course, until one day, a thought entered Camille’s mind. The 36 year old woman was home alone, watching television, as both her biological daughter and step-son were off at school, while her husband was busy making a living for them. Her phone vibrated as she had received a message, it was from her lifelong friend Maya. The message included a collection of images focusing on Maya’s recent vacation to an exotic beach. Despite being close to Camille’s age, Maya had a slender body that even showed some hints of muscle definition.

After looking at her friend’s lithe form, Camille glanced down at her pudgy belly and grimaced; it was only a mere year and a half ago that she was in shape similar to Maya. Camille had let herself go. Between the sedentary lifestyle afforded to her through her second marriage, and a lack of impetus to improve herself, she had fallen out of shape. She looked up at the television and realized that it was pointless; the show wasn’t improving her life in any way, it was simply helping the time pass by more quickly. Her life was almost half-way finished according to the average life expectancy, and here she was droning away her precious existence with vapid programs.

Frustrated, Camille got up and started performing a basic bodyweight exercise routine. She was shocked and slightly disgusted to find that alone challenged her quite a bit. Still, she had to start somewhere. As the blood pumped throughout her body, she felt a sensation of euphoria. Camille was familiar with the usual rush of endorphins from exercise, but this was on a much more intense level than ever before. Thoughts of growing fitter and stronger entered her mind, and were becoming increasingly appealing to the woman. She envisioned herself like Maya in the pictures she just saw, flat with lines of definition. No… she imagined herself even further: with visible biceps, capped shoulders, a six-pack, and tear-drop quadriceps. The thought of herself like that was almost arousing in a primal sense. Her mind continued to wander, and she envisioned herself with greater and greater amounts of muscle. Before long, her day dream consisted of her possessing muscles larger than any living human being; strength beyond compare; power emanating from her at all times. She imagined herself on the beach from Maya’s pictures, with unfathomably large muscles, lifting multiple people up to an adoring crowd. The Camille in this vision possessed arms with biceps that must have measured at least 30 inches in circumference; the rest of her body just as absurdly packed with muscle. A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as she thought about this.

Finally, Camille snapped back to reality. She was panting from both the exercises she had just performed, and the elaborate fantasy that crossed her mind. The woman wasn’t sure what had come over her, and it quickly dawned on her how ridiculous those thoughts were. No man alive possessed a body like that, let alone a woman. Besides, she didn’t want to scare her loved ones, even if having that much strength would be incredibly fun. Regardless of the specifics, Camille’s mind was set: she was going to become fit. Very fit. She was going to reach the best shape of her life; no, she was going to reach the pinnacle of her personal physical potential.

Camille began planning her next step. She would clear out an unused room, possibly in the basement, and organize it as a home gym. After the body weight exercises could no longer challenge her, she’d try to get Norbert to furnish it with equipment. Perhaps she could even get the rest of her little family to join her. She knew that both her husband and step-son could stand to gain some muscle, and there was a distinct possibility her daughter’s competitive drive would kick in after witnessing Camille’s results.

It was settled. Camille had made her decision, and nothing would stop her. In fact, she had never felt so determined about anything in her life before - there was a slightly eery sensation, as if Camille was compelled to follow this course of action. Despite this, Camille was positive that these changes would benefit both her and her family.

5.)

After some gentle coercing, Camille managed to get Eric and her daughter to assist in her cleaning out the basement room she had selected to be dedicated towards fitness.

Eric was surprised to find that his step-sister apparently possessed far more energy than he did, as multiple times he needed to stop for a break while she soldiered through the work tirelessly.

-

A day later, the mixed family held a meeting in the room Camille cleared out with some assistance from the kids. She had spent numerous hours getting it to pristine condition. For the most part, it was simply a small, clean area with workout mats on the floor, a television set, and a few accessories.

“Well, I have to admit that I’m impressed with your initiative and enthusiasm.” Norbert said in a genuine tone, his voice filling up the room. While Eric was pretty short for an 18 year old male, his father was a fairly tall individual - standing at a flat 6 feet in height. Despite this, he was very thin; his small frame measuring in around 140 pounds.

“It’s going to be great honey!” Camille chirped. “I’ll be doing all of my exercises in here every day, finally getting into the best shape of my life.”

As he stared at the small exercise room, Eric couldn’t help but think about his Live-Sim world. Thoughts of his step-mother using the space to become as strong as her virtual self did flooded his mind. He shook himself from the fantasy. Eric knew it was simply that: a fantasy, and nothing more. Even if Camille did take her training seriously, the results obtained by her Live-Sim were impossible for anyone alive, man or woman.

“I don’t get it.” Seline cut in. “It’s just an empty room, other than a handful of mats and a television.” Her tone was flat. “Oh, a couple of resistance bands, and some small weight balls too I guess.”

“Well, it’s good for a start, I think.” Eric said.

“Indeed it is son.” Norbert agreed.

“Then again…” Eric started up again. “Maybe a weight set would help make it more legitimate? I’ve heard that weight training can actually speed up progress a lot, at least in comparison to bodyweight exercises. Especially if one focuses on lots of compound exercises like dead lifts and squats, which would be fairly impossible to in this setup. Mom here could get into great shape in no time if she had that kind of equipment. No offense intended. It also wouldn’t be that expensive, probably the same price as going to a big gym for a year. Getting an Olympic barbell, weight bench, and dumbbells that is.” Eric was strangely animated and excited, his words flew out quickly like a river that had been dammed for too long.

Norbert and Camille shot a surprised glance at one another. Not only was shocking that Eric was so randomly animated, but he also referred to his step-mother as simply “mom” for perhaps the first time in his life.

The silence was shortly interrupted: “Since when are YOU an expert on exercise?” Selina asked with a somewhat cruel laugh. While her mother and step-father would never admit it, they knew it was strange that Eric possessed this knowledge; especially given his size and lack of fitness.

Camille responded: “There’s nothing wrong with being knowledgeable on random things Selina. I think it’s great that Eric knows this kind of stuff!”

Selina rolled her eyes.

Camille continued: “If what Eric says is true, then maybe we could look into buying some weights. The uh, barbell, bench, and dumbbells was it?” she asked, her body language inviting Eric to respond.

The young man nodded. “Yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Norbert stroked his chin a bit before coming to a conclusion. “Well, I’m all for this family getting fit. I just don’t want to drop money on weights and have them sit here. Our finances aren’t bad per say, but we still haven’t quite squared away everything for the future.”

Camille looked fairly dejected.

Norbert continued: “That said… I’ll tell you what. If you keep exercising for the next week, and are still enthusiastic about it, I’ll buy a starter weight set. How does that sound?”

Camille immediately pepped up at this proposal. “Alright, just get ready to buy those weights in a week!” she declared with a grin.

-

Over the next week Camille held up her end of the bargain, actively using the workout room every day. Of course, Norbert had no real way of knowing that she was telling the truth, considering he was away at work. Regardless, on the seventh day, Norbert did some shopping for various deals and ultimately spent a little over $800 on some simple weights. A few days later, they arrived. Camille took what Eric had said during his pitch to heart, and researched the most effective weight training programs. From there, when the children were away at school, and Norbert was at work, Camille was hard at work pumping her body to new heights.

Sometimes at night, Camille would sneak in a second workout. Occasionally, Eric would go down from his room into the kitchen to get something while his step-mother was hard at work and he could hear the clanging of iron coming from beneath him. He felt pangs of both arousal and accommodating guilt upon hearing these noises. It meant that his step-mother really was earnestly building muscle, but Eric couldn’t help but feel bad that he found this prospect so attractive. From a pure objective standpoint, there was nothing morally wrong with Eric feeling this way; Camille wasn’t related to him by blood, and he was a legal adult. Still, it was his father’s wife, and there was still a bit of a societal taboo against feeling that way towards one’s step-relative. Either way, the young man knew he needed to temper his expectations. Camille was past her physical prime, and a woman; meaning, bluntly, that there was no way she could ever physically compare to the virtual incarnation of her that he had created in Live-Sim.

-

The next few weeks crawled along without much incident. To Eric’s despair, Camile kept wearing baggy, conservative attire. It was difficult for him to judge whether or not she was making much progress with her weight training. Despite this, the older woman did seem to

6.) Early October

It was a few weeks into the semester. Julia had finally put on the professional looking skirt again that she wore earlier in September, which exposed her legs. Eric wasn’t sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him, but his biology teacher’s gams looked greater and more supple than ever before. She was wearing her heels, which were quite tall - 5 inches in length; this in turn added about three inches to her actual height, bringing her up to a daunting 6’ flat. Of particular note, she towered nearly a full head over Eric when equipped with those heels.

Despite the unwieldy looking foot ware, Julia was quite graceful, moving quickly with ease across the classroom; a loud, feminine clicking accentuating every step. Eric noted that while wearing those heels, Julia was able to command attention more easily. In fact, beyond the heightened stature, everything about his biology teacher was more… dominant, and confident than usual. Her body language was assertive: implementing the position of placing her hands on her hips akimbo whenever she stood; and the femininely powerful trademark of crossing her legs while seated, combined with a relaxed placement of her hands behind her head.

At one point during this particular lecture, Julia took the liberty of sitting directly on top of Eric’s desk. This caught Eric entirely off-guard. Being in such close proximity to Julia caused his heart to race, and a slight blush to meet his face - a blush he direly wished he could get rid of. It was a strange thing to observe, but Eric couldn’t help but notice how good Julia smelled. She was radiated energy and heat, which rubbed off on the young man and everyone else in the class.

Eric tried his absolute hardest to not fully stare at the exposed quadricep sitting directly in front him. It was a nearly impossible task, and the red-blooded young man settled for intently observing it from the corner of his eye. Julia continued to drone on and on about the functions of animal and plant cells. Meanwhile, Eric was far more interested in observing the motion of her legs as discreetly as possible. It seemed that every breath she took caused the slab of muscle to move ever so slightly. He could even see the beginning of a tear-drop streak across the center of the leg’s top; indicating the beginning stages of expertly defined muscle.

His mind was entirely dominated by his teacher; though not in the way she likely intended. Eric couldn’t stop thinking about her body. He wondered if she really had become fitter and more muscular over the course of the year, or if he simply never noticed since he was never this up close and personal to her before. At any rate, a light blush was beginning to form at his cheeks, and he had to devote mental energy towards controlling his breathing for fear of bursting out into full-out panting.

Eric finally diverted his full attention back up to his teacher. She continued to speak with energy, wildly gesticulating in the process. Then, out of the blue, she asked him a question about the function of a plant’s cell wall. Fortunately for him, the difficulty of her query was trivial, so he was able to respond quickly and abruptly. He feared that some of his classmates noticed how curt and pained his response was. At any rate, a small giggle from Julia followed by a ruffling of his hair indicated that she certainly knew that she was having some kind of affect on him.

After informally quizzing the class a bit more on various cell functions, Julia finally rose from Eric’s desk. As she stood up, he was greeted to a full site of her round, jutting buttocks, which were supremely round; much more than he had ever noticed before. The mere act of standing up caused them to bounce slightly. This in turn forced Eric to shift slightly in his seat to try to hide his growing arousal.

Julia continued strutting across the classroom, a loud click of her heels adorning each step. She filled the room with her presence even more than she used to. Fewer students were distracted than ever before, as most were actually paying attention to the lecture at hand, despite it being considered a rather dry subject. Eric noticed that Julia seemed to circle around in proximity to his desk, frequently calling upon him to answer questions. He couldn’t help but wonder if this was just a coincidence, or a sign of something else.

-

One week into October

It was time for Eric to have another tutoring session with Chalsey. He was surprised to find that she had made considerable progress during the past few lessons. Eric also noticed that the cheerleader took him more seriously, actively listening to his instruction; and, unless he was imagining things, smiling a lot. Of course, Chalsey had an extremely popular and athletic boyfriend, so Eric doubted this meant much beyond an attempt at being friendly.

Due to the cold weather, Chalsey had been primarily wearing long sleeved clothing. Despite this, Eric felt that she looked different from the beginning of the semester; as if she was filling out her top more. In particular, he could’ve sworn that he could see a rounded pair of shoulders that were wider than at the beginning of the year. Chalsey’s sleeves also seemed to cling to her arms more tightly.

7.) The third week of October, Saturday Morning

Eric had stayed up far too late playing video games. It was strange; he felt more compelled to play them than in the past, and he was already a pretty avid gamer. Regardless for fear of upsetting his sleep cycle, he woke up with his alarm at 7 AM and forced himself down to the kitchen for the usual breakfast. He could smell the food that his step-mother was undoubtedly already making. Still in a daze from getting so little sleep, Eric continued to rub as his as he took a seat at the kitchen table.

That’s when something caught him by surprise: Camille was wearing nothing more than a sports bra and workout shorts! She turned to face him and… Ab-ab-abs! Eric mentally stuttered. He was so surprised by the sight in front of him that the young man couldn’t even think properly. Not just any abs, but thick, stacked slabs of sheer power. The tiniest movement by his step-mother caused them to dance to and fro, squirming and bustling with life. As far as Eric could tell, there wasn’t an ounce of body-fat on Camille’s midsection - instead she had valleys of exposed muscle; jutting obliques; an Adonis belt; and shredded serratus ridges.

“Morning Eric!” Camille greeted with a grin as she placed the plate of food in front of him. Even her arms were full of burgeoning muscle, as a well-formed bicep jumped up from the mere act of lowering the vassal for Eric’s morning sustenance.

“M-morning…” Eric stammered, staring directly at his step-mother’s rippling midsection. He knew it was rude to stare, but he simply couldn’t help himself whatsoever.

Camille then realized that she had forgotten to cover up as she normally did after her morning workout. “Woops!” she exclaimed. “I’ve gotten so used to wearing this while I exercise that it’s become second-nature. I can go throw on a sweatshirt if you’d like.”

Eric continued to look straight ahead. “Oh no! It’s perfectly fine. You look great! Really!” Eric blurted out, eager to make sure that the muscle-bound woman didn’t hide her results.

Camille giggled. It had been a while since she received a candid compliment like that, aside from those that her new husband peppered her with of course. “Well, I HAVE been working very hard.” She added, taking a step towards him before performing a classic double-bicep pose. A pair of sharply defined arms with great visible shape appeared. There was a sizable separation between the top of the muscle and the bottom of her arm, and a wide; fierce split down the middle of the bicep’s head. On each end of the arm was a well-capped shoulder that accompanied a bundle of visible trapezius muscles.

Eric knew from lots of experience looking at muscular girls on the internet that his step-mother’s body was actually more muscular than that of a bikini competitor, and possessed better definition as well.

“You’re not scared of my new muscles, are you?” she asked with a tinge of concern in her voice.

Eric slowly shook his head. “Of course not!” a deep blush met his face.

“It’s just that you’re giving me such a strange look right now…”

Eric shook his head again, this time with far greater speed and ferocity. “You just look really, really good.” He explained, instantly realizing that it was actually probably fairly weird for him to give a compliment like that.

“Wow Eric, I have to say I’m surprised you like them so much.” Camille giggled again.

“Check this out!” She exclaimed before around and performing a lat spread, causing her sharply toned back to expand outward. Valleys and ridges of muscle sprang to life, accompanying Camille’s thick, wide, muscular ‘wings’. She brought her arms forward and back a few times, forcing the muscles to dance in tandem with the motion. Even facing away from Eric, Camille could tell that he was watching with rapt fascination.

Giggling once more, Camille turned around and moved a bit closer, giving Eric a full view of her perfectly honed form. Eric stared intently at her abs again; he had never seen a six-pack like this in person. He had seen some toned girls, especially on the cheer-leading squad of his school, but none of them could compare to this 36 year old woman in terms of sheer muscle quality. The abs in front of her were so full and perfect.

“Can… can I feel them?” Eric sputtered.

Camille couldn’t help but continue with her giggling. The nearly middle aged woman hadn’t felt so youthful in over a decade. “Sure thing.” She took another step towards Eric, putting her prodigious midsection directly in front of his face. Before Eric could lift his hand, she brought her entire core upward and crunched it down, causing the muscles to erupt slightly further outward. Eric finally placed his hand on them, was immediately met with a sensation he never wanted to let go of. Camille’s abs were extremely hard, like rocks, but simultaneously warm, fleshy and soft thanks to her velvety skin. While Eric lingered, Camille brought her torso upward again and crunched it down once more, causing the ridges to harden even further within Eric’s very grasp.

A deep blush met Eric’s face, and Camille could easily tell that her step-son was more than enjoying the display. Metaphysically feeding off of this, the older woman repeated the crunching motion a few more times, allowing her abs to engorge to their maximum potential. This small moment was like paradise for Eric.

Before Eric could say anything, step-mother and step-son were interrupted by none other than Selina. “Good morning.” She said loudly, letting her presence be known.

Camille quickly lowered her arms and reverted to a neutral stance, while Eric quickly lowered his eyes towards his food.

Selina took a few steps into the kitchen, still taking in what she had seen. “So… mom got buff and is showing off to Eric, who is blushing profusely while feeling these muscles?” She observed, her voice filling the room.

“Well-”

“Uhh…”

Eric and Camille stumbled with their words for a bit.

Selina shook her head “I’m not getting involved in this one.” She quipped as she grabbed a plate and piled a large breakfast onto it before taking a seat directly across from Eric.

Eric avoided eye contact, preferring to stare at his food whenever possible.

The next few moments were that of awkward silence, until Selina finally spoke up again. “I have to say mom, I’m really impressed that you’ve transformed like that.”

“Aww, thanks dear!” Camille responded. “Do you want to feel your mom’s muscles too?”

“I think I’ll leave that to Eric here.” Selina responded somewhat venomously.

“Well, uh…” Eric stammered, at a loss for a proper response.

Selina shook her head again. “It’s whatever. Anyway, you did a pretty good job of keeping your progress hidden.”

“Well,” Camille started. “Your father knows of course-

“-He’s not my father.” Selina interrupted.

Camille rolled her eyes and cleared her throat. “Norbert knows, and he seems to appreciate it; as does Eric here. I was hoping to get a bit more progress made before showing off, but I suppose the cat’s out of the bag.”

“Well, good for you I suppose.” Selina conceded.

“Thanks dear.” Camille replied with a warm smile. “By the way, if either of you would ever like to join me for a workout, or simply use the equipment yourself, feel more than free!”

It was an offer that Eric was far too terrified to ever consider accepting. What he didn’t know however was the series of gears spinning in Selina’s mind.

8.) The fourth week of October

Eric was watching television in the living room after school. It wasn’t something he did particularly often, but every now and then he wanted nothing more than to sit back and turn his mind off for a little while. His alone time was interrupted by his step-sister who suddenly took a seat next to him. This was of particular note to Eric because Selina had been a relatively distant and cold individual to him.

“I know your secret Eric.” Selina said, her voice somewhat chilling.

“Wh-what?” Eric stuttered.

“Yeah, that’s right. You can’t hide it.” Selina continued, her tone somewhat sadistic.

Eric blinked a few times. His mind was racing. Was it possible that she really knew? Was there some way that Selina found out about the Live-Sim game?

Before Eric’s train of thought could veer off into the supernatural, his step-sister continued talking: “That’s right Eric. I know all about your dirty little secret involving MUSCLES!”

“Wh-what?” Eric sputtered once again.

Selina smirked. “There’s no point in hiding it. I’ve seen the way you looked at my mother that morning. That stupid expression on your face as you felt her abs. Let’s not forget that she’s probably only buff like that BECAUSE of you in the first place.”

“What do you mean, because of me?” Eric was afraid that maybe she really did somehow know about the game and the potential that it was having some effect on reality.

“Oh, come on Eric. You’re the one that got the idea of actually lifting weights into her mind. You’re the one who mentioned the specific equipment and the exercises involved. Hell, it’s only because of you that your father bought them. Otherwise my mother would’ve just kept doing push ups and jazzercise or whatever. And best of all? I know that you feel like some kind of smug little mastermind for orchestrating this!”

Eric was taken aback by this accusation. What had happened wasn’t really something he planned out ahead of time, but it was true that he had hoped his little spiel would lead to his step-mother getting fit.

Despite knowing it was essentially true, Eric wasn’t ready to roll over and admit his tastes just yet. “I… I’m not too sure what you’re talking about Selina. I just wanted to help our mother get stronger and lead a better life. That’s all.”

“She’s MY mother, first off, and on that note if you view her as your mother you shouldn’t be creeping on her body like that.”

Eric blushed a bit.

Selina continued: “Then again, you are both non blood-related adults, so you can do whatever you want. Anyways. As I was originally saying, I’m not stupid Eric. I’ve seen the way you stare at her, always looking at her arms, not her breasts. Always trying to peak and see if she’s filling out her pants a bit further. Always paying special attention whenever she picks something up. I bet you’re pretty pissed that she keeps wearing loose, baggy clothing, huh? I bet you wish she’d just wear that sports bra and gym shorts all the time so you can ogle her progress.”

Eric was mostly bothered that she was right. He really did lament his step-mother’s choice of apparel. “Hey-”

Before Eric could get a word in edgewise, Selina continued. “- Hell, I bet when you’re at school you get hard just thinking about her lifting weights in the basement, pumping those muscles up to new heights.”

Eric’s face was now flush red. “Selina…-”

“-Don’t bother.” She interrupted. “I know I’m right. Anyway, it’s not like it matters. I just think it’s funny. Then again, maybe I should start using this to my advantage, you know?”

Eric raised an eyebrow.

Selina continued: “I mean, I’m sure my mom knows, she’s not stupid; and I wouldn’t want to stir up shit by telling your dad. But… there is another person in this equation. Me.”

“What… what about you?”

Selina laughed a bit. “Just think about it for a moment. I’m Camille’s daughter. If she can pack on muscle that quickly, just imagine what I can do!”

“Uhh… I’m not really following along.”

Selina rolled her eyes. “I’ve got her genes. Those genes that let her build those big, sexy muscles. Plus, I’m in my prime. She’s nearly middle aged. I bet I can gain way more muscle than her. Just imagine it Eric. Imagine me with huge hulking biceps, tight hard abs, thick throbbing legs… Why, I bet you’d practically become my slave!” she laughed.

A chill ran down Eric’s spine.

Selina continued: “Don’t worry your little head too much about it bro. I’m just shooting the shit here. Everyone says they’ll get off the couch and get buff, but very few people ever do. I’m sure I’ll get distracted and do something else.”

Eric remained silent.

“Anyways…” Selina continued, getting up. “Just wanted to check in and have a little chat, sister to brother. My mother’s always nagging me to spend more time with you. Just remember what I said, and sweet dreams.” She gave a playful wink before sauntering off.

Eric’s stomach churned.

9.) The second to last day of October

School had been going fairly well for Eric. Unfortunately for his tastes, Julia had all but entirely reverted to conservative clothing for the cold weather. Despite this, Eric couldn’t help but shake the feeling that with every passing week she looked… fuller. Her mastery over the room also grew, and Eric noticed that students very rarely spoke out of line or tried playing on their phones.

He continued his tutoring sessions with Chalsey, and her development in biology proceeded rather rapidly. In fact, Eric suspected that she had almost entirely caught up with the rest of the class by now. She also mentioned a few times that her other grades were doing extremely well in relation to her performance in the past. Eric wasn’t actually entirely sure why they continued the tutoring sessions, but he wasn’t about to complain as he enjoyed spending time with the beautiful girl.

During their latest session, something particularly intriguing occurred - their fairly peaceful meeting was interrupted by someone. It was a 6’2” tall man with a full, powerful figure wearing a sports jacket. His name was Tad. He was a senior student at the high school, and Chalsey’s current boyfriend.

With undeniable swagger, he strolled over and looked down at the studying table. “If it isn’t my favorite fuck-toy, and her little study pal.”

Chalsey performed a double take as she heard those words come out of his mouth. Did he really just say that out loud? She blushed lightly. On one hand she was repulsed by the language he had just used to refer to her by. On the other, his confidence, assertiveness, ‘aura’, and the fact that he had the body to go with it was still quite attractive to her.

“Uh, hi Tad.” Eric greeted.

Chalsey rolled her eyes and remained silent.

Tad continued speaking again. “So little fella’, having fun eyeballing my plaything?” he asked moving closer towards Chalsey, eventually standing directly behind her.

“I’m 18 Tad.” Eric said somewhat defiantly. “We’re all legal adults here.”

Tad chuckled. “Right, sure thing champ.”

The tall young man placed his hands on Chalsey’s shoulders and began squeezing them. “Christ babe, the fuck did I tell you about laying off the exercise?” he quipped, his face bunching up out of disgust.

“Really Tad?” Chalsey spoke up. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” Tad affirmed, as he continued to rub the shoulders, kneading against them. “For fuck’s sake Chal, you’re becoming a fucking linebacker or something.” He shook his head a bit before moving his hands down to her arms. “Jesus, just look at these pipes.” As his large hands encompassed the limbs, Eric could see that Chalsey’s biceps were indeed pressing against her sleeves; that it wasn’t some kind of optical illusion or lighting trick. Eric squeezed them, causing them to budge only slightly. “You make my little bro, a very well-built kid for his age feel like a shrimp or something.”

Chalsey let out a loud sigh.

Tad’s rant continued. “Tell me Eric - what’s your opinion on this?”

“On what?” Eric asked, somewhat meekly.

“On my bottom bitch. Duh. Is she jacked out or her mind or what? Kind of gross, huh?”

“I really don’t know Tad… I think she looks great…” Eric murmured.

Tad broke into a laugh. “Sure, of course you’d say that. Anything to please your mistress here.” Tad turned his attention back to Chalsey and continued. “What’re they feeding you girls anyway? Steroids or something? Or is that just what you’re doing on the side to stay competitive? Or maybe just to piss me off?”

“Tad. Stop.” Chalsey said bitterly.

“Oh come on Chal, we’re just having a discussion about how you’re trying to turn into a man or something.”

“Tad.” Chalsey started in a loud tone. “We both know that it’s just from cheer leading practice. I’m obviously not on steroids or anything.”

“I dunno Chalsey.” Tad started up again. “I don’t see many of the other cheer bitches getting jacked like you.”

“Real talk?” Chalsey was nearly shouting. “I DON’T necessarily NEED you Tad. I DO however NEED to be STRONG and ENERGETIC for cheer leading. So how about you back the fuck off?”

The well-built 18 year old snickered, shook his head, and threw his arms up in the air. “Alright, I’m outta here. Catch you later.” He said before walking off.

-

The next few moments were full of awkward silence. Eric was unsure of how to approach what had just occured, and Chalsey seemed fairly embarrassed by it all. Eventually however, Eric mustered up the bravery to ask the obvious: “So… what was that all about anyways?”

Chalsey let out an extremely loud sigh. She was clearly agitated and on edge, not wanting to waste time talking about this subject. Wordlessly, she rolled up her right sleeve, revealing her bare arm before flexing it; causing a lemon-shaped bicep with splended definition and detail to pop up. A single vein ran across its front head, and like Camille’s, a thick split down the middle indicated it was expertly built.

Eric’s eyes grew wide at the sight.

Before he could say anything, Chalsey proceeded to stand up and lifted her shirt, revealing the bottom half of her midsection; showcasing a collection of sharply toned abs. The collection reminded Eric of Camille’s midsection when he ran into her that one fateful morning, although Camille’s abs were a bit larger and more pronounced, while Chalsey sported a six-pack in the beginning stages of development.

Finally, Chalsey brought her shirt down and re-rolled her sleeve. “That. Tad’s throwing a temper tantrum over those muscles.”

Eric tried to hide his mounting arousal and embarrassment, but it was a futile effort. He found himself shifting around in his seat, his red nearly beat-red.

Chalsey continued speaking again: “It’s kind of unusual to be honest.” She started. “I’m not really doing anything to cause these muscles to sprout up, just regular cheer leading practice. I’m not even lifting weights, and I’m certainly not taking steroids.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of that last part of her statement. “It’s just… my muscles keep growing.” She explained. “I have to admit, while I’m afraid of how they look, they are really useful. I have waaaay more energy in general, and I can do all kinds of moves with ease that used to challenge me. Still, weirdest thing, these muscles just growing like that. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about it, would you Eric?”

Between his step-mother, Julia, and now Chalsey, Eric was starting to genuinely believe that the Live-Sim game was somehow influencing reality. Still, he couldn’t just up and say something like that. He could already imagine what it would sound like if he tried to explain this theory: Yeah, I totally know. You see, I recreated you in an alpha test for Live-Sim, you know, the Live-Sim series, that famous video game? I mean, I doubt someone like you plays video games (no offense, nothing wrong with that), but I do know a lot of girls who like Live-Sim. Not to say that Live-Sim is a feminine game or anything, just that a lot of girls appreciate it. Well, anyways, I recreated you and turned you into a bodybuilding scholar uberwoman, then inside the game I made you ‘wow-wee’ with me countless times inside my virtual harem of girls while gaining muscles bigger than any male bodybuilder alive. Anyways, it’s pretty clear to me that this is what’s happening here. That is to say that you’re turning into the ultra sexualized Live-Sim I made of you to jerk off to. Yeah. Totally

Eric snapped to. “No idea. You look great though!” he added quickly, blurting the compliment out.

Chalsey raised an eyebrow. “You think this looks great?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone.

Eric nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Like… really good. Better than ever!”

Chalsey squinted her eyes slightly. “Really? Or are you just saying that? Let’s get something clear Eric, you’ve seen my boyfriend, you know you aren’t getting in my pants. Are you really saying that you like these?” She flexed her still-sleeved arms, the lemon-sized biceps still popping up through the outline of fabric.

Eric nodded. This time he collected himself for a more genuine-sounding response. “Yeah, really. I mean, you’ve always looked great, but now you’re, well, even better.”

Chalsey pondered this for a moment before giving a follow-up question: “So, let’s say that I were to actually lift weights. If I did that, I’d probably gain even more muscles at an even faster rate. What would you think about me then?”

Eric knew he would never have a chance in hell with a girl like Chalsey, and she was so much higher than him on the social pecking order that just letting loose and admitting the truth had no effective repercussions. “Actually, I think you’d be way hotter if you kept gaining muscle. I bet it’d look really good on your frame and accentuate your curves. Err… not to sound like a perv, just giving you some real talk.”

Chalsey chuckled. “Well, thanks for your honesty Eric. Maybe it’s kind of weird that you’re into that sort of thing, but I can kind of see where you’re coming from. Who knows, maybe I will start lifting weights. If some cheerleading practice gave me those guns, I wonder what pumping iron would do.” She teased with a wink.

That night, Chalsey’s body and the thought of her improving it with weight training was all Eric could think of.

10.)

November was an interesting month for Eric. During the first week, his current dreams came true: Camille stopped wearing conservative clothing. He wasn’t sure if this change was spurred on by that fateful morning in the kitchen, or if her confidence simply reached a point where she no longer wanted to hide her growing form. Camille had all but abandoned long sleeves, always wearing either Either way, Eric finally got to witness his step-mother’s transformation first hand.

And transform she did.

Every few days it seemed like Camille’s muscles were just a bit fuller and a little more defined. Whenever she was alone with Eric, the older woman would indulge him with an unprompted flex, often letting him cope a squeeze.

When he wasn’t getting his femmuscle fix from his step-mother, Eric often found himself straining to see if Chalsey or Julia were continuing to make improvements. To his despair, they both continued to wear loose, conservative clothing during the cold weather, and Chalsey hadn’t mentioned her muscle woes whatsoever. Selina too almost exclusively wore sweatshirts in his presence now, and would frequently perform a flexing motion with her arms; though it was impossible to determine if she was actually developing her muscles, or simply trying to antagonize her step-brother.

-

The last weekend of November

-

Eric had forced himself awake after another evening of staying up too late playing games. He slowly shuffled into the kitchen and took a seat at the table. His step-mother was busy at work, preparing a large batch of eggs for the family. That’s when Eric glanced up and… holy shit he thought to himself, performing a double take. Is that REALLY Camille? He continued to mentally inquire, staring at her backside. The older woman was adorned in the same attire as the last time they had an encounter like this in the kitchen, back in October. This time however, the clothing seemed to be brought to its limit against her bulging, rippling muscles.

Every inch of Camille was now decorated in powerful looking flesh that Eric imagined was just as hard, if not harder, than ever. Her back in particular had formed into a wide V of power that cascaded down to her slender waist. Her glutes had expanded into perfectly round globes of power and femininity that had grown so much they literally peaked out from underneath the workout shorts that once fully covered them. Camille’s legs had similarly grown immensely, even from behind Eric could see her quadriceps jutting out, not to mention her seriously impressive hamstring and calf development.

Eventually Camille turned and faced Eric, bringing him a plate of eggs. Her front half was just as impressive as the back. Eric estimated from his extensive experience that Camille had actually become as muscular as a Physique competitor. In fact, if she were to be compared on a stage, Camille would likely clock in as slightly larger than average for the category. The mere act of lowering a plate on the table allowed her entire arm and capped shoulder to burst forth with life.

Camille basked in her step-son’s silent admiration, drinking in the reaction. After a few more wordless moments, she finally spoke up. “So Eric, I’m not too sure if you noticed, but uh…” she then proceeded to crunch her midsection, which had also similarly developed over the past month. Her washboard was now adorned with serratus and Adonis belt, coupled with even larger individual abs. “Of particular note:” she announced, bringing her fingers over the bottom two abs of what was now an eight-pack. “Eight abs!” she exclaimed with jubilation.

Eric’s jaw dropped at the awesome display in front of him.

“I had a feeling you’d be interested in those.” Camille explained with her usual warm smile.

Eric averted his gaze.

Camille continued speaking: “It’s okay Eric. I’m really glad that you’ve become my little admirer of sorts.” She giggled. “It honestly helps motivate me to keep pushing myself!” She then took a seat directly across from him at the kitchen table.

After poking at his food a bit, Eric finally spoke up. “Say… uh, just how strong are you trying to become?”

Camille shrugged. “How strong would you like me to become?”

This response surprised Eric. “I’m not so sure that should be my decision to make, you know?”

Camille laughed. “I’m teasing you Eric. On the other hand, it is kind of fun to imagine myself as your big strong mom, building herself up to protect the family!” she flexed her thick, straited arms, which must have now been around 14 inches in circumference.

Eric blushed.

“So seriously Eric.” Camille continued: “How strong would you like your muscle mom to become?”

“Well…” Eric realized that at this point there was no use in holding back anymore. “As big and strong as you’d like.”

“Hmm…” This time it was Camille who hesitated for a moment. “What if I got… huge.”

“Huge?” Eric nearly choked on his food.

“Yeah.” Camille affirmed. She thought back to her daydreaming session. The one right before her fitness journey, with her on the beach as a muscle goddess. Back then it seemed outlandish, scary and freaky. Today however… “Like, what if I was the most muscular person alive. Would that scare you?”

“N-no.” Eric admitted.

“Are you just saying that? What would you really think?”

“I’d think it was really awesome, to be honest.”

Camille smiled before getting up. “Well, as glad as I am to hear that, it’s probably an impossibility since I’m a woman and all. Still, I’ll be sure to try extra hard for my little admirer.” She explained with a wink.

Eric smiled genuinely nodded, unsure of what to say.

“Speaking of progress.” Camille started again, pacing to and fro around the room, her thick quads bouncing to life in the process. “I thought you might find it interesting that I’ve actually outgrown the weights your father bought me. I’m going to bug him to upgrade the gym so I can continue training.”

Eric’s eyes grew wide and he almost choked on his food. Camille laughed warmly as she knew what that really meant.

- To be continued!