Chapter 4: Rebecca and Muscle Max 2.0
Dear Diary,
October 1st,
I took a double dose of Muscle Max 2.0 yesterday morning. When I woke up today, I weighed 280 lbs! I could scarcely believe my eyes. My body had morphed into a hulking mass of pure muscle. I was bursting with newfound strength and energy. I decided to demonstrate my transformation at the gym.
I had no clothes that fit this new goddess body. But it didn't matter my muscular body was perfect and I wanted to show it off, plus not like anyone would dare say anything to me.
I walked to the gym in the nude. I caused car accidents and I felt the ground buckle beneath my feet.
Every step sent tremors through the earth, as if the planet itself were bowing in reverence of my magnificence. My muscles throbbed with power, pulsing with vitality. I reveled in the feeling of absolute control, the exhilaration of limitless strength.
The crowd gathered at the gymnasium, awestruck as they watched me perform feats of unparalleled strength. I lifted massive weights with ease, making it seem as if they weren't even present. Each lift was a testament to my ascendancy, a demonstration of my indomitable spirit.
I flexed my mighty biceps, showcasing the fruits of my labor. The crowd erupted in applause, their cheers reaching deafening crescendos.
With a roar, I heaved a monstrous barbell skyward, defying gravity with my raw power. The steel groaned under the immense pressure, yielding to my inexorable might. As I released the barbell, it descended gracefully, its path unimpeded by the forces of nature.
It was my co-worker John. He had always been sweet to me.
A kind and gentle soul. He even brought me flowers on Valentine's Day. Now, here he was standing frozen with his eyes bugging out as he stared at me. I reached my hand out to touch his shoulder. To reassure him. He flinched and jumped back.
I sighed deeply. "John, it's okay. I won't hurt you."
"B-b-but you're enormous!" he spluttered, pointing at me with a trembling finger. "And naked!"
I looked down at myself and asked him "is that a problem for you?"
John shook his head vigorously, trying to regain composure. "N-no, of course not. I-it's just that... you're so different now. So strong..."
I smiled sympathetically, placing my massive hand on his shoulder. "I know, John. But don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to show everyone how far I've come."
John gulped, his eyes darting between me and the onlookers. "But what about the others?
" John asked hesitantly, gesturing toward the crowd. "Do you think they'll accept you?"
"Maybe some won't," I admitted reluctantly. "But what does it matter? They're basically ants compared to me."
I chuckled, my giantess laughter reverberating through the room. "Imagine if I crushed them with my foot!"
John's eyes widened, and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his own feet. "No, Becky! That wouldn't be right."
"Why not?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Wouldn't it be fun to test my strength?"
John shook his head vehemently. "People will get hurt!"
"Oh, come on, John," I scoffed dismissively.
"Don't be such a killjoy. Can't you see the fun in it?"
John pursed his lips, his frown deepening. "I'm sure there are better ways to entertain yourself without causing harm to others."
I rolled my eyes, exasperated. "Fine, fine. Let's try something else, then."
I scanned the gymnasium, my gaze landing on a pull up bar. An idea sprang to mind, a grin spreading across my face. I commanded John to jump on my back and began to knock out 100 consecutive pull ups
without even breaking a sweat. The audience gasped, their collective gasp resonating throughout the gymnasium. I could hear murmurs of both wonder and trepidation amongst the spectators. The crowd was captivated, engrossed in the spectacle unfolding before their eyes.
I completed my final pullup with a flourish, my muscles rippling with satisfaction. I allowed John to slide gently off my back, ensuring his safety. He landed on his feet, staring at me slack-jawed, clearly awestruck. The audience erupted in a thunderous applause, their enthusiasm palpable.
I ask john if her was thirsty and before he could respond I shoved his head between my thighs towards my dripping wet pussy
I wanted to use him as tool to satisfy my sexual desires. I spread my legs apart and told him to begin licking my juices. He complied, his tongue moving in slow circles around my sensitive nub. The sensation was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned loudly, my hips bucking involuntarily. I ordered him to increase the intensity, wanting to experience the ultimate pleasure. John's tongue moved faster, his breathing becoming ragged. He lapped at my pussy greedily, his hands gripping my thighs tightly.
I could feel myself growing wetter with each pass of his tongue. My moans grew louder, filling the air with a lustful melody. I leaned back, resting my hands on the pullup bar behind me. The metal vibrated beneath my touch, responding to the vibrations of my cries.
"Yes, John," I hissed, grinding my pelvis against his face. "That's it... taste me. Embrace your true nature."
John's tongue moved faster, his frenzied motions indicating his surrender.
He had accepted his role as my submissive servant, submitting himself entirely to my whims. The scent of his arousal wafted upwards, mingling with the intoxicating aroma of my arousal. Our combined essences formed a potent elixir, a heady concoction designed to ensnare the senses.
I grasped the bar overhead, my grip firm and steady. The cold metal contrasted sharply with the heat emanating from my core. My heart raced, pounding wildly in my chest. My breath came in shallow gasps, punctuated by guttural moans.
John continued to lap at my pussy, his tongue working diligently to bring me to orgasm. His hands squeezed my thighs, providing added stimulation.
"Harder, John," I breathed hoarsely, my voice barely audible. "I need more."
John responded by digging his tongue deeper, his movements becoming more aggressive. He licked and sucked at my swollen clitoris, his ministrations causing spasms of pleasure to wash over me. I writhed against him, my body begging for release.
My clitoris swelled, aching for attention. The combination of physical contact and mental domination proved irresistible. I thrust my hips upward, meeting his tongue with every downward motion. The friction was exquisite, arousing me beyond measure.
"Please, John," I begged, my voice fraught with urgency. "Don't stop."
"Mmm," he moaned, his face buried between my legs. "So wet... so delicious."
His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, heightening my arousal.
I felt my pussy quiver, a response to the sensual tension building between us. The desire to claim him as my own intensified, fueling my lustful cravings.
"Tell me, John," I coaxed, my voice laced with desire. "Are you enjoying this?"
John didn't respond. It was then I realized I blacked him out with my massive thighs and that pull up bar I was holding onto was ripped off of the wall.
I never meant to do that. I let go of the bar and it fell to the floor with a thud. I immediately grabbed his head and pulled it off my crotch.
John opened his eyes and tried to speak. But all that came out was a muffled noise. He struggled to free himself from my grip. He started coughing. I quickly let him go. He ran to the restroom to clear his throat. I followed him there. I needed to make sure he was alright. I knocked on the door.
"Becky, I'm fine.
Just give me a moment," John coughed, wiping his mouth with a towel. "Sorry about that. What exactly happened?"
I hesitated, my gaze fixated on the bathroom tiles. "I-I'm not really sure," I mumbled, averting my eyes. "I must have accidentally pushed harder than I intended."
John's eyebrows furrowed, concern etched in his features. "Accidentally? Are you sure everything's okay?"
I nodded weakly, forcing a smile. "Of course it is.
" I assured him, my eyes flickering nervously. "Everything's fine. Just a minor misunderstanding."
John's brow furrowed, his gaze piercing through the lies I'd just uttered. "Right," he replied skeptically, his tone laden with doubt. "Sure, Becky. Whatever you say. Honestly I've just had a terrible week. Steve fire me." Said John.
I asked "why did Steve fire you?"
"After you quit Rebecca, Steve hired another small woman and began treating her terribly. He would slap her ass. I stood up to him and he fired me." Steve said
, anger evident in his voice. "He was a complete jerk about it. And now she's gone."
"Gone?" I questioned, my heart sinking. "Do you mean she quit?"
Steve shook his head. "No, worse. She disappeared. No one knows where she went."
My heart ached for the stranger who bore the brunt of Steve's mistreatment. I had been fortunate enough to escape, but others hadn't been so lucky.
A wave of guilt washed over me, leaving me shaken.
The innocent woman whom I inadvertently led to her fate was gone, vanished without a trace. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, a sharp reminder of the consequences of my actions. My pursuit of power and dominance had resulted in unspeakable suffering for others. I knew of Steve's ways and had the power to deal with him but did nothing.
I was furious with myself for being so oblivious to the pain I had indirectly caused. I had become consumed with my own ambitions, blind to the suffering of others. I vowed to change, to use my strength for good. I would help those who had suffered because of my ignorance.
Dear Diary October 26
Today was Michael and mine 6 month anniversary. I wanted to do something special for him. He loved my mucle bound form
and I loved pleasing him. I decided to plan a romantic evening full of surprises. I made reservations at our favorite restaurant, where I requested they prepare his favorite meal. I also purchased tickets to a concert featuring his favorite band. I spent hours preparing for the evening, ensuring that every detail was perfect. I even bought a new outfit to wear during our special celebration.
When the day finally arrived, I got ready early, hoping to impress Michael with my thoughtful planning. I slipped into my new evening gown, a sleek, form-fitting number that hugged my curves and highlighted my newly acquired muscles.
When I saw Michael my muscles took on a mind of their own and started pulsating.
It wasn't until later when I found out that it was because I was excited to see him. I couldn't help but smile when I saw him walking towards me, his eyes lighting up with recognition and affection. I could feel the electricity between us, a palpable connection that seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
"Hello, beautiful," Michael greeted, his voice husky with emotion. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."
"Thank you," I replied softly, blushing slightly.
"I hope you enjoy these surprises for our anniversary."
Michael smiled warmly, his eyes sparkling with fondness. "You always know how to make things special," he said tenderly, his voice filled with admiration. "I love spending time with you, Rebecca."
As my horniness increased so did my muscle size. My once form fitting dress now didn't fit. My pussy and tits were out
. My nipples had grown to the size of silver dollars. My pussy was soaked, leaking fluid all over the place. I stepped closer to Michael and we embraced. His erection pressed hard against my thigh. I wanted it inside me now. I lead him to the table and we sat down. Pussy juice was pooling beneath me. I must have produced a gallon.
I could smell my pheromones filling the air. I broke the silence. "Michael, I want you. Please, fuck me."
Michael looked surprised by my request. "Rebecca, I-I'm flattered, but-"
"Please, Michael," I pleaded, my voice thick with desire. "I need you. Now."
Michael replied "were inside a restaurant and your tits are out."
I giggled nervously, my cheeks flushing red. "Oh, right." Then I stripped to be completely naked. "Fuck me here" I commanded Michael "your muscle goddess needs service. "
"Rebecca," he began hesitantly, his voice strained. "We should probably wait until we're alone."
"No," I countered swiftly, my determination unwavering. "I want you now. Right here. And I'm not asking."
Michael taking a look at my 280 lbs of pure muscle
, soaking wet, and naked in public, decided to comply. I noticed a familiar couple coming near our table. I recognized them from the office.
They were staring, mouths wide open in disbelief. I didn't care though. I bent over and whispered in Michael's ear, "I want you to fuck me right next to them."
His eyes widened at my bold demand, but he simply nodded and reached between my legs. He stroked my wet slit, probing with his fingers. My pussy contracted around his digits, yearning for more.
I commanded Michael to grab a cup and fill it up with my pussy juice. Then I took it and force fed it to the couple. I'm the most dominant being in the world
. The man choked on the liquid. He coughed and gagged. I enjoyed it too much. His wife cried hysterically. I laughed and pulled her close. She was tiny compared to me. I threw her onto the table and fucked her brutally. Michael held her legs up high. I slammed into her. The table cracked under my powerful thrusts. Her cries echoed in the room. The man stopped choking and was forced to watch helplessly. I fucked her relentlessly, savoring every moment. She begged me to stop but I couldn't resist.
"Look at your pathetic little wife," I spat venomously. "Crying and begging for mercy. How does it feel to be so utterly useless?"
The man's face contorted into a grimace of disgust. "Stop it," he whimpered weakly, attempting to shield his beloved from my wrath. "Please, leave us alone."
I decided she was enough of an appetizer and now was ready for Michael's cock.
I turned to him, my gaze locked onto his erect cock. "Take it out," I purred seductively, my voice like silk against his ears. "Let me taste you."
Michael's eyes widened, his cock twitching in anticipation. He wasted no time, tugging down his pants to reveal his magnificent member. It was swollen and throbbing, a testament to his desire for me. I licked my lips, savoring the sight of his erection.
"Now, Michael," I commanded, my voice low and seductive.
"Show me what you've got."
Michael swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto my naked form. "Rebecca," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "I've never done this in public before."
"Well," I purred, running my fingers along my damp skin. "This is a first for me too."
Michael grinned nervously, his excitement mounting. "Alright," he conceded, his eyes shining with mischief. "But I have a condition."
"Oh?" I arched an eyebrow, intrigued.
"What sort of condition?"
Michael paused, weighing his answer carefully. "I want you to be the one in charge. I want you to take control and tell me what to do."
A sly grin crept across my face. "Sounds like a fair trade," I agreed, my confidence swelling. "After all, I am the one calling the shots here."
The couple was still watching us, their faces twisted in horror and fascination. I seized upon this opportunity to assert my dominance further. "You two," I declared imperiously, addressing the hapless pair.
"Get on your knees and worship us."
Their expressions shifted from shock to resignation, and they complied with alacrity.
Kneeling before us, they prostrated themselves in supplication. Their terrified faces were mere inches away from our genitals, their eyes darting between our aroused forms.
"Now, lick our genitals clean," I demanded, reveling in the power dynamics at play. "Obey us without question."
Their tongues flickered nervously, grazing our nethers with a mixture of fear and fascination. I could sense their inhibitions melting away, replaced by an insatiable hunger for submission. Their humiliation fueled me, driving me to crave more depravity.
I reveled in the power I wielded over this diminutive couple, exploiting their vulnerability with relish. Michael's cock swelled in my hand, the veins bulging with blood as it stiffened. My fingers traced its length, feeling the warmth radiating from within. I lowered my mouth onto its glistening surface, tasting the muskiness of his arousal.
"More," I murmured, my voice barely audible. "I want more."
Michael obliged, withdrawing his cock from my grasp, and pressing it against the trembling woman whose husband knelt beside her.
He rubbed the tip against her lips, smearing her lipstick with his pre-cum. She whimpered softly, her eyes pleading for mercy.
"Lick it clean," Michael instructed firmly, his voice devoid of compassion. "Or else."
She obeyed, her tongue darting out to taste the salty residue of his arousal. Her husband watched them intently, his expression a mix of shame and arousal. I knew he secretly wished he could join them, sharing in the degradation that was unfolding before his eyes. He slapped her across her face with his cock.
She recoiled for a second, stunned by the impact. He then plunged his cock into her willing mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, her eyes gleaming with lust. The man, despite his initial apprehension, was enthralled by the spectacle. He watched as his wife serviced Rebecca and Michael, his loins stirring with suppressed lust.
"Is this turning you on?" Michael taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Watching your wife getting dominated and used isn't exciting, huh? Well, I guess you're just a prude, aren't you?"
The man's face reddened, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Shut up," he seethed, his voice quivering with rage. "You don't know anything about me or my wife."
And no one will be allowed to talk to me or Michael like that. I picked up the man with ease, crushed his pelvis with my hands and threw him across the room
. He smashed into the wall, creating a dent. The woman screamed in terror. I silenced her with a single swift gesture. I raised my hand, striking her across the cheek. The sound of flesh connecting echoed in the room. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
I returned my focus to the man, his face pale with fright. "Now, listen closely," I intoned, my voice deepening. "You will never forget this lesson. When you meet someone like me, you will bow down and respect.
Understand?" I barked, my voice echoing through the empty dining hall. The man lay unmoving in the corner, his face drained of color with shock and terror. The air crackled with tension, the silent observer.
The tension was almost tangible, the air heavy with anticipation. Michael silently approached me, his eyes locked on my muscular form. "Rebecca," he whispered, his voice shaking slightly. "Can we please leave now? This has gone way too far."
I could sense his unease, his discomfort palpable. But he also told me he wanted me to be dominant. So I told him no and that he had to finish his service of me.
I made him crawl over to me and kiss my feet. He did as commanded, his tears streaming down his face. I was pleased with his obedience and decided to grant him a reprieve. I offered him a chance to redeem himself by serving me properly. I guided him to stand and gave him detailed instructions on how to please me.
I reminded him that he was under my command and should follow my orders without hesitation. He listened intently, his eyes wide with fear and awe.
"First," I began, my voice low and commanding. "Insert your shaft." Then I clenched my strong pussy and locked him in that position.
I controlled him entirely, my body and muscles demanding absolute submission. With each contraction, I could feel Michael's shaft throbbing in response to my tight embrace. I began to grind against him, my pelvic muscles flexing and releasing rhythmically. Each movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of us.
I knew Michael was entranced by me, unable to resist my charms. His cock was rock-hard, throbbing with lust and desire. He wanted me, desperately. I took hold of his shaft, guiding it towards my entrance. My vaginal walls stretched and accommodated his girth effortlessly.
I released him from my grasp, allowing him to explore the depths of my inner cavern. His cock slid in and out, lubricated by my natural fluids. We grooved together, our bodies melding into one harmonious dance.
"Bite me," I demanded, my voice husky with desire. He hesitated, unsure of what I desired. "I want you to bite me, deeply. Show me how much you crave me."
Without hesitation, he lunged forward, his teeth biting into my shoulder. The pain was intense, yet stimulating.
I could feel Michael's teeth sinking deep into my flesh, his desperation evident in his actions. He wanted me, needed me, and I reveled in his desperation. I began to grind against him, my muscles constricting around his shaft. His screams of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with the sounds of our flesh slapping together.
"Yes, Michael," I hissed, my voice dripping with lust. "That's it... scream for me.
"
Michael's pleas echoed in the room, his voice growing louder with each word. "Please, Rebecca," he begged, his eyes pleading for mercy. "I can't take any more of this. Let me go."
I could sense his agony, his torment reaching a fever pitch. Despite his pleas, I remained resolute, determined to break him. I knew that breaking him would ultimately allow me to dominate him fully. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him.
"Michael," I cooed softly, my voice soothing.
"You don't understand.
I'm going to save you."
He looked at me incredulously, his face a mask of confusion and uncertainty. "Why?" he managed to squeeze out, his voice strained. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"Because," I replied simply, my gaze locking onto his troubled eyes. "I love you."
Michael blinked, his surprise evident. "Love?" he repeated, his voice cracking slightly. "But you've hurt me."
I inform him that I didn't hurt I just dominated him and now that he is under my control there is nowhere safer in the world.
He seems to relax hearing those words. "Rebecca," he says, his voice trembling slightly, "I believe you. I trust you. I'm so exhausted. "
I carry him out the restaurant like a baby.
I lay him in the backseat of my car. He is a big guy, but I manage to lift him with ease. I buckle him in, making sure he is secure. I climb into the driver's seat and start the engine. As I begin to reverse, I glance at the unconscious woman lying on the floor. I can't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation.
As I accelerate onto the highway, I decide to call Michael's mother to inform her that I've taken her son. I dial her number and put the phone on speaker.
As it rings, I lean back in my seat, waiting patiently. The call connects, and the familiar voice of Michael's mother fills the car.
"Hello?" she asks, her voice sounding concerned. "Is everything alright?"
My heart races as I consider how best to respond. I take a deep breath, steadying myself. "Hello, Mrs. Johnson," I reply calmly, my voice steady. "I hope this call finds you well."
There's a brief pause, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in her mind.
"Rebecca," she says cautiously, her voice betraying her confusion. "Why are you calling me? Is everything alright with Michael?"
I swallow hard, steeling myself for the inevitable confrontation. "Mrs. Johnson," I begin, speaking clearly and deliberately. "I'm afraid I have some rather distressing news."
Her gasp echoes through the phone, her distress apparent. "What kind of news?" she questions, her voice rising in alarm. "Is Michael injured? Has something happen to him?"
I hesitate, uncertain how to proceed. "Mrs.
Johnson," I continue, my voice softening, "I'm calling to let you know that your son is safe and sound. However, he's currently in my possession."
Silence envelops the line, punctuated only by the faint hum of the car engine. Mrs. Johnson's breathing grows ragged, her anxiety spiking. "What do you mean, 'in your possession'?" she demands, her voice quivering with outrage. "Where is my son? What have you done to him?"
I remain composed, my voice steady, and reassuring.
"Mrs. Johnson," I explain gently, "I assure you that Michael is unharmed. In fact, he's quite comfortable. At the moment, he's resting in the backseat of my car."
Her voice wavers, the strain evident in her tone. "You…you've kidnapped my son?" she manages to whisper, her incredulity clear. "How could you possibly think that's an acceptable course of action?"
"He is now my property. I own him. He will only have contact with you if I give him permission. " I tell her
matter-of-factly. "I won't tolerate anyone questioning my authority."
"I'm afraid you misunderstand me," she replies coldly, her voice thick with anger. "If you harm my son, I swear I will hunt you down and make you pay dearly."
I snort derisively, dismissing her idle threats. "Mrs. Johnson," I say sharply, "I'm warning you. Do not dare challenge me. Tell her Michael what happens to thosethat oppose me"
I say sternly.
"Michael," I call out, my voice firm and commanding. "Tell your mother what I did to that man at the restaurant."
There's a brief hesitation, then Michael clears his throat and speaks into the phone. "Mom," he says quietly, his voice cracking slightly, "you wouldn't believe what happened at the restaurant. Remember that man who tried to interfere? Well, Rebecca crushed his pelvis, then threw him across the room. She warned him to never disrespect her again."
I can practically hear Mrs.
Johnson's jaw drop, her astonishment palpable. "Michael," she gasps, her voice strained. "Are you okay? Did she hurt you?"
"Mom," Michael responds, his voice cracking, "I'm fine. I'm safe. She's protecting me. I'm with her now."
"But why would you willingly submit yourself to such a dangerous situation?" Mrs. Johnson protests, her voice filled with concern. "Michael, you're better than this.
You can't let this woman manipulate you and treat you like a puppet," Mrs. Johnson implored, her voice quivering with concern. "Please, come home. I promise you'll be safe and protected."
Michael sighed heavily, his voice laced with regret. "Mom," he began, his voice wavering, "I appreciate your worries, but I can't abandon Rebecca. She's saved me, shown me a whole new world."
"Michael," Mrs. Johnson rebutted, her voice laced with frustration, "this woman is unstable.
She's dangerous!"
"Mom," Michael retorted, his voice firm and defensive, "you don't understand. Rebecca's not like that. She's taught me things I never knew existed. I've grown so much since meeting her."
"Michael," Mrs. Johnson pleaded, her voice trembling with anxiety, "please reconsider. There's no telling what this woman might do!"
"Mom," Michael sighed, his voice resigned, "I've already made my decision. I'm staying with Rebecca.
After our heated phone conversation, Mom finally accepted that I was making my choice. It wasn't easy for her, but she reluctantly consented to my wishes.
Over the last few months, Rebecca has become my mentor, my lover, and my protector. She introduced me to a world where desires reign supreme and boundaries dissolve. I've learned so much from her, including ways to harness my deepest fantasies and transform them into reality.
However, I can't help but worry about the consequences of my actions. I've walked a thin line between satisfying my urges and destroying the life I once had.