[El_Roy_1999]

A story for the classic muscle-transformation fans out there!

ReWriter
Alexis is not the most diligent student. Really not. She is struggling with her studies and fails her exams. One day, however, she downloads an app that allows her to rewrite her past. After a bit of fixing her academic career, she embarks on an intense journey of self-improvement!

This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth, height growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

http://books2read.com/u/mYe1rd

And a preview:

“Alexis, are you okay?”

Emily looked over to her roommate. Alexis was staring at her phone. Emily liked her, mostly. As much as one could like a person that was really mostly slacking. Not that Alexis wasn’t attractive, in a tiny way. She was just under five feet tall and slim, and she had this weird mix of Russian coolness and Japanese calm that made her seem a bit aloof. Dark hair, ice blue eyes. Next to Emily’s warm, friendly Latina looks, she seemed like an ice queen. Or rather like an ice princess. At the same time, Alexis was clearly the worst student Emily had ever met. It was odd. In her imagination, both Russians and Japanese were incredibly driven and focused, right.

Alexis was the exception to prove the rule.

“I failed. I fucking failed the exam! The professor hates me! He did this on purpose!”

“Um, Alexis, you literally didn’t study a single moment.”

The tiny ball of anger and frustration turned to her:

“Did I ask your opinion?”

“No … No. But seriously, if you had looked at the notes just once …”

“Oh, come on! Now you’re taking their side!”

“I … Sorry. I … I didn’t mean to annoy you.”

“Well, you did!”

Alexis got up and stormed out of the dorm room.

 

“Stupid Emily and her stupid ‘advice’!” She walked along, mumbling into her big scarf. It was getting warmer, but spring was still a while away. She thought about calling Julie, her other friend, and complain about Emily, but actually, she wanted to be alone for a bit.

Grumbling along, she walked down the path to the cafeteria, then climbed over the wall. She had discovered this spot one day, and there was an overgrown path going through the bushes here. People never came here, probably because the place was closed off, and she could be alone and relax around here. Also, there was a crumbling gazebo-thing that she liked to sit in and think.

Well, today was a sit-and-think day. Stupid professor!

She found the gazebo and sat down, looking at the little birds that were looking for scraps of food in the weeds.

“Stupid college. Stupid everything!”

That’s when she saw that something had been powerwashed into dust. There was some writing and a QR-code. That was unexpected. Someone must have come here to do this. It wasn’t the first thing she thought anybody would do.

In the dirt, she read:

“Feeling down? Want to fix things? Want to give it another go? Scan to ReWrite.”

She stared at the writing. That was super weird. Alexis didn’t get why this would be there. It probably was some kind of weird joke. Wouldn’t be some virus or something, because this would be the most pointless spot to put it. Maybe it was Emily’s or Julie’s idea of a joke? She called out for them.

“Julie? Emily? Is that you?”

Her voice sounded empty in the hollow. The birds flew away, scared by the sudden noise.

Since there was no answer, Alexis shrugged and scanned the code. What could go wrong?

 

As soon as she finished the scan, something happened on her phone.

“Oh fuck …”

There were cascading screens flashing on her device, and lightning-fast lines of text racing by.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck … What is going on with this day?”

She tried to switch the phone off, but she was locked out. She tried to tap on the surface, to do every movement she could think of, she pushed the buttons, it didn’t help.

“Not the phone …”

Suddenly, the flashes stopped and a new app could be found on her screen.

“ReWriter”

She stared at it. Trying the other apps and finding that they worked, she was relieved. Then, reluctantly, she started the app.

A quick flash of a logo, and then, there was a simple prompt.

“What do you want to ReWrite?”

She giggled. That was odd. Everything about this was odd. Still, why not try it?

“Okay, here goes.” She started typing. “’I studied for the test instead of slacking off.’”

She hit Enter.

The app did a green checkmark.

Nothing else happened.

“Okay … what was that? I kinda expected something …”

She sighed. This was the dumbest practical joke she had ever seen. Then she checked her grade anyway. Just to make sure.

“Holy shit!”

The shout was loud enough to make the returning birds fly away again.

She had a passing grade. Not a good one, but … passing. There was no indication it had ever been different. She just managed to get a passing grade. She tried to remember. Yes … she did study. It was a bit hazy, but yeah. Well …

She opened the app again.

“’I studied hard for the test so I could get an excellent grade.’”

And Enter.

Green checkmark.

“Okay, now the grade check …” She stared at the screen. “Wow …”

It said 100 %. The thing even had a personal comment by the professor:

“Excellent work. I am glad you started to study. You see it’s paying off!”

Alexis felt her heart beat intensely. This ReWriter was incredible! She could fix her grades! This was amazing! She could continue slacking off, and just rewrite things afterwards …

Then she realized she actually knew the things she had studied.

“Whoa.”

She grinned.

“Let’s see how far that thing goes back …”

“’I studied hard for every test in college, so I would always get perfect grades.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

She felt a shiver run down her spine. Suddenly, she remembered all the stuff they were supposed to learn in class. She checked her online reports. Straight As. All the way down.

The grin on her face only got broader. This was amazing!

She opened her social media profile without thinking and found a bunch of pictures of her getting all kinds of commendations for being the star student of the college.

Her heart jumped.

She’d have to tell Emily!

 

A moment later, she burst into their room.

“Emily!”

She gasped and was out of her breath, leaning against the doorframe. The Latina smiled:

“The nerd queen is back! Did you enjoy your walk?”

“Nerd queen? What do you mean?”

“Um … I know it was a bit ironic, but … you’re the best student at the school? And all the nerds respect you? So you’re the nerd queen? Everybody calls you that?”

“They do?”

Emily squinted her eyes.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh … oh yes! Oh yes! Yes, it is. Everything is amazing!”

“Good. Good …”

She gave her Alexis a worried look.

The tiny brunette had recovered enough to walk over to her room.

“Okay. Um … To celebrate, I’m going to hang out in my room for a bit, okay?”

“Sure. To celebrate what exactly?”

“Just to celebrate? Can’t a girl just be happy on her own?”

Emily snorted:

“Okay, I get it. Have fun.”

She rolled her eyes.

 

Alexis plopped herself on her bed and smiled. This was incredible. She thought about what had just happened. Then she realized she was all sweaty from the running.

“Maybe this app can fix other things too …”

She opened it again.

“’I started running track when I was a kid and always trained hard so I could be fit.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

Alexis was nervous now. What would it feel like? After the shiver, she just hoped it wouldn’t be uncomfortable …

That’s when something happened. She gasped.

“Oh God …”

It was all over her body. She panicked. Did she fuck herself up? She gripped the sheets of her bed. There was a ripple going through her arms and legs … It felt amazing!

She bit her lip so she wouldn’t cry out loudly.

Then she felt her body change. Quickly, she pulled up her pants and saw her legs swell and harden. In a matter of moments, her thighs had grown stronger, her calves too, and the transformation spread to her butt, which firmed up significantly … Then she lifted up her shirt and felt her abs tighten. She could watch live as she grew a faint six-pack …

“Holy shit … This is incredible!”

She saw that her arms were changing too, growing a bit of muscle. She jumped up and found herself moving with perfect grace and ease.

Then she saw herself in the mirror.

She looked like an athlete. She ran her hand over her abs. Those were the real deal. She lifted an arm and flexed her biceps, enjoying the tiny bump appearing now. She did a little jump and felt as if she were flying. Those legs were not for show. She had a lot of power in there …

“This ReWriter is fantastic … I … Wait …”

A broad grinned spread over her face. She took her phone again and loaded a trading app, checking out the changes of the various stocks. She picked a particularly wild one and started typing.

“’I bought Torun Corp stocks on the fifth of June three years ago, and sold them a year ago on the third of December.’”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

Alexis opened her account. Her jaw dropped. There was so much money. It was a long row of zeroes. A long row.

She did a little air punch. A big grin spread across her face. She was going to have a lot of fun with this app …

 

The young woman spent the next few hours making plans. She had to be careful. Being very wealthy now was fine and useful, and being fit was equally nice, but she should not change anything that could cause trouble. This was an amazing opportunity, and if she screwed this up, she would lose everything she had managed to gain now.

She had filled a whole piece of paper with sentences which she hoped would help her without jeopardizing her situation, but the more she wrote, the more nervous she got.

Alexis was pulled from her thoughts by Emily’s sudden interruption.

“Alexis, Julie just sent me a message. We’re going out for cocktails!”

“We are?”

“Yes! Stop moping in your room, nerd queen, and get dressed. Julie said the first drinks are on her!”

“Um, I can invite you …”

“We know, but this is a matter of pride!”

“It is?”

“Hey, you told us to treat you like a normal person despite all the cash, so let us!”

“Okay, yeah. Makes sense.”

“Your words, nerd queen. Get dressed!”

And she was gone again.

 

Alexis got up and looked through her wardrobe. She didn’t have much fancy stuff in there. Weird. Wasn’t she supposed to be wealthy?

The only dress she found was a black minidress that was … okay. No heels either. Yeah. Of course. These were just her normal clothes. The dress was the only cooler piece she had. After all, she had spent most of her time in comfy, shapeless clothes. But with a body like this …

She closed the dresser, took the phone again, fired up the app and typed:

“I assembled a stylish and fashionable wardrobe with matching jewelry and shoes over the last months.”

Enter.

Green checkmark.

She opened the dresser once more. Wow. Now those were some fancy outfits!

Alexis went through them. The black dress was still there, but it looked lost amidst two dozen other, very nice dresses that looked amazing! Now she was spoiled for choice, but she would figure it out …

[El_Roy_1999]

A story for all those who just like their women growing big, muscular and green … You know who you are!

The Trial Run
Claire is a very plain, average-looking person. She is also an accomplished scientist and she has made a name for herself as the person that managed to chart the genome of the first extra-terrestrial bacteria. Those bacteria have the most stunning effects on the human body … This erotic fiction contains female muscle growth and breast expansion. All characters are at least 18 years old.

Read it here:

http://books2read.com/u/mqx6Kd

And here’s a sample:

Claire opened the hotel room door. She tossed her handbag on the little desk and sighed. The conference had been very interesting and her audience had been gracious and attentive, but she was still exhausted after all this. Exhausted, and excited.
She stepped out of her heels and looked at herself in the mirror. She had been a little nervous about her looks. Lately, the transformations had left some little artifacts, hadn’t they? She was sure no one would even think of that, but … She knew.
The scientist smiled at her reflection. She had definitely gotten lucky in the genetic lottery, but … she now definitely played fancier games. At 5’9”, she was average, and being a thin, 130-pound thirty-something was just about what people liked to see. To her, this look was a bit boring already. She knew what her body was now hiding.
She undid the tie on her long black hair and let it flow over her shoulders. Her slim frame matched her perky chest quite nicely. Her B-cups were nice and tight, without even a hint of drooping. For the occasion, she had picked a white top to go with her anthracite pantsuit, and the top’s neckline gave the audience just a hint of her cleavage.
With growing excitement, she got rid of the little makeup she was wearing. One time, she had forgotten to do so, and it had looked all weird …
As she worked with the little sponge, she felt her heart beat faster and faster. The excitement was definitely mounting now.
To herself, she said:
“You did great, Claire! They loved your presentation. You really knocked it out of the park!”
Her soft voice made her chuckle. She couldn’t wait to hear the … other voice … again. Just thinking of it made her shiver.
As she put away the makeup set, she looked at her hands. They were so dainty and soft …
One more look at the mirror.
“Sometimes, I wish I could give all those people a real demonstration … All that theoretical talk is nice, but nothing beats show-and-tell.”
Her presentation had worked nicely. Of course, speaking to a room full of experts was worthwhile. The students in the back might not have caught every detail, although she really tried to explain it in as much a depth as the situation allowed. The other scientists had been visibly impressed by her analysis.
Charting the genome of the first complete bacterium of extraterrestrial origin that had been found on Earth was quite the achievement. It was one of these “lightning strikes twice” moments. She had been on an expedition in the high North, looking for frozen specimens in the permafrost, and just then, a meteorite had gone down only fifty miles away from their basecamp. Despite instructions to stay in position, she had immediately commandeered a snowcat and driven all the way there through the deep snow. She had reached the impact site as night started to fall and the snowfall was getting worse. As quickly as she could, she hammered away, taking as many samples as possible.
One of the pieces had broken off and flown right in her face, on her lips. Without thinking, she had pushed it away with her tongue since she was still working, and that’s how she’d discovered the strange interaction between those bacteria and the human body.
Thankfully, the snowsuits were very ample, or she would have ended up exposed to the elements, and she would probably have died.
Claire remembered her first transformation in the middle of that storm. It had been an exhilarating sensation, completely unbelievable. The moment it hit her, she decided that that was what she wanted. Back at the lab, she had returned to normal, and she immediately started her analysis, isolating the bacterium and proceeding to cultivate it. It took a few attempts to find the solution that actually sustained extraterrestrial life, but it proved to be surprisingly hardy.
Just thinking of her first use of it in controlled conditions made her body tingle with lust. She had to grip the desk to focus.
“Calm down, Claire. You’re almost ready … Just … relax.”
She went to the mini-fridge and took out the capsule with the bacteria. A quick checker whether everything was okay … It looked fine. The indicators were correct too. The green goo in the container was moving in a swaying motion.
She licked her lips. The taste was a bit unusual, but what did she expect of something that literally came from outer space? Deep inside, Claire knew that what she was doing was a little insane. She should report what she was doing, and she definitely shouldn’t experiment on herself alone in a hotel room …
But she also knew that if any of her findings became public, the bacteria would instantly be confiscated by the government, and she would end up in a secret lab somewhere. That was unthinkable. Besides, the bacteria could barely survive in a human body for a while, and it definitely couldn’t spread!
This was as safe as it could be …
She knew she was lying to herself, but she was getting way too excited already. She had to go through with this.

Claire took up position in front of the mirror and buttoned her blazer. She wouldn’t deny herself the most intense feeling. One more checkup, then she poured herself a glass of water and put the capsule in her mouth. With a gulp, she swallowed it and drank the water down.
Then she stared at her reflection, eagerly looking for any signs of its effect. Her heart was pounding wildly.
“Come on …”
Her eyes darted all over her body, but then, they rested on her cleavage.
Yes …
“Yes!”
It was starting … Her lightly tanned skin was starting to shift. There was a faint hint of the green goo’s color mixing into her natural skin color. Just seeing this tint made her gasp.
“I love this …”
She felt inside her body, trying to catch the exact moment when the transformation began to affect her. There was this slight shift in weight … It was starting! Her eyes burned a little. She should probably blink now, but she didn’t want to miss a single moment.
Claire felt a slight tightness in the shoulders. A moment later, her hips were brushing against the sides of her pants a little harder. She shifted her position, trying to get more comfortable, but knowing full well that what was going to happen was going to be impossible to shift away.
The greenish color was slowly spreading all over her chest. Her bra was feeling a bit tighter, and she sensed its straps dig a little deeper into her shoulders. Her cleavage was stirring too, and Claire could see that her breasts were rising now, getting squished together by her brassiere.
At the same time, the blazer was hiking up ever so slightly, just as the sleeves were feeling a bit tighter. The same was happening in her pants. She could feel the fabric against her legs. One look confirmed what was happening. She could see the shape of her thighs become more evident under the cloth.
Her excitement was making her giggle.
“Oooh God … I love this …”
Her voice had become a bit deeper, just a little more melodious and intense. The squeakiness had disappeared.
She heard a creaking sound from the back of her blazer. In front, the buttons were moving to the edge of their holes. Her top was slowly shifting upwards, moving out from under her pants. Her belt was starting to feel tight. Should she loosen it?
“Nah. I want to feel it all …”
She looked back at her chest. In a matter of moments, she had grown quite the cleavage. Her breasts looked fascinatingly round now, and she could feel them press into each other. The bra was feeling tight, uncomfortable, even, but that turned her on even more. She reached for them and gave them a bit of a squeeze. This only made her breasts well up more between her fingers. Touching them made her sigh. She looked at her reflection, and the greenish sheen on her skin was shifting to become more dominant, slowly overtaking her natural skin tone. Also, she could see a big vein snaking down her chest now. And there were slowly emerging blocks of muscle there too …
Man, her clothes were so tight now …
“I … I should take that blazer off … It’s going to be ruined …”
Her voice sounded deeper now, with a rich timbre. Not masculine, but intense …
She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the increasing tightness of her clothes. There were plenty of little creaks and groans coming from her outfit. As she moved, she felt the fabric rub her expanding body. It was a bit like a full-body caress.
She wondered how long that suit would last …
As she looked again, her breasts had expanded to double Ds, and the buttons were reaching their limits. She could feel her bra slowly getting pushed downwards as her growing bosom overflowed its cups. One look made it clear: The bacteria’s strange abilities had made her gain mass, and tremendously so. It was just a quick estimation, but she was pretty sure she was at least twenty pounds heavier already. And it was all loaded to her muscles and her breasts …
The tightness of her clothes was becoming hard to tolerate.
It was just a matter of moments before she would burst through the fabric …

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