Battle Of The Griffins

This is fan fiction, depicting the two main female characters of Family Guy as very muscular (though without any added "features" as is usually the case in my stories). I find this scenario very erotic and very titillating; if you gappen to belong to the major part of the population who do not - I recommend you skip this one.

Also: no real sex.

All characters are 18 and older.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, connoisseurs of female beauty and men of culture - the Drunken Clam welcomes you to the sporting event of the year! Tonight, you will have the unprecedented opportunity to watch Quahog's most beautiful, most voluptuous, most MUSCULAR women fighting it out here, on the very floor of this, Quahog's most storied institution and cultural center!"

Lois smiled. Quagmire and his hyperbole...! He wasn't completely off; her daughter and herself WERE the most muscular women in Quahog, but calling Meg voluptuous - OR beautiful - was a bit of a stretch. She looked over to the far side of the small enclosure, where her 18 years-old daughter was slouched on a chair, texting away on her phone. Lois sighed inwardly. She did NOT like her daughter, but she did feel some maternal responsibility, and that damned, non-stop occupation with that damned phone... Good thing she spent at least 3 hours a day working out... And - hey, that had everything to do with her, right? Meg's hatred of her mom and her desire to take over her place as the alpha female of the Griffin household was what got her started with bodybuilding in the first place... So, maybe she wasn't such a bad mother after all?!

"My friends - at the end of this evening, we will have the answer to the question that has been on the mind of every citizen, every schoolchild and every sports lover in Quahog: who is the greatest Griffin of them all?!"

Meg looked up, noticed her mother's gaze and sneered at her. Lois felt a pang of sadness. No, her daughter did not like her... But wasn't she doing her job, preparing her child for the world? Meg still looked a little ridiculous, with her pink skullcap and giant glasses and her small boobs, but she had the body of a goddess; not quite as muscular as her mother - that would have been impossible, certainly in just a year and a half of working out - but her physique would have landed her on the podium in any bodybuilding contest, no two ways about it!

"Yes, my friends - tonight you will see two women, two GODDESSES, two perfect specimens of female power, a mother and a daughter, fight for the ultimate prize: the love and adoration of their family and friends, and the never ending adulation of their community!"

Yes, Meg's transformation has threatened to change the balance of power in the Griffin household - but there was no way in hell Lois would relinquish her iron hold over her harem of pathetic males; all it took was a few minutes of squirming and fighting for breath between her mighty thighs for any of them to see the error of their ways...!

She turned her head, looking down at the dog who was rubbing oil on the back of her thigh, putting the last touches on her magnificent body.

"Good boy, Brian! Go get the music ready!"

He scrambled over to the small table that held the sound system, his tail wagging furiously, yipping with excitement. She smiled, adjusting her well-stacked bikini top, readying herself...

"So, without any further ado, please give a big Quahog welcome to the one, the only, the incomparable -..."

Lois raised her hand, signaling for Brian to be on stand-by...

ֶ"...my friend and yours, and the mother we would all very much like to fuck..."

Lois dropped her hand sharply, and suddenly the air was filled with the first chords of the greatest rock song of all time, Barracuda...

"...Ladies and gentlemen - Ms. Lois Grriiiiiiiiiii-feeeeeeen!"

Lois waited a few seconds more, then pulled aside the heavy, red satin curtain and stepped out.

The room in front of her was filled to capacity. The fire department had only agreed to 23 people, but after the chief and the fire inspector received their complimentary tickets they agreed to look the other way - and there were now close to 65 spectators seated in every empty nook of the small bar. They were all male - and they were all shouting and yelling and whistling and hollering as she stepped up to take her place in front of the large satin curtain, swaying her hips seductively to the rhythm of Heart's choppy guitar riff. She smiled confidently, winking at her husband, who seemed to be experiencing an epileptic seizure. He and the other two judges, Joe and Cleveland, were seated at a table in the front, a few feet from her, and they were all doing some version of a cross between a fan at a Taylor Swift concert and a Tex Avery wolf freaking out. They were supposed to be impartial, but Lois knew the truth: there was not a man with a beating heart in Quahog who could keep his composure when she strutted in front of them, her muscles all oiled up and her lady parts barely concealed by her tiny bikini...

As Ann Wilson started to sing, Lois went into her posing routine. She knew all the moves, and she knew that she looked amazing. She was 43 years old, but she had no doubt that she looked much, much hotter now than she did as an 18 years-old - and she was pretty hot as a high school senior! The start of her routine was a tribute to that sexy little minx, playing it as a strip club performance, pouting and putting her finger against her plump lips, pushing her perfect buttocks out, giving her audience a roguish look - just like that teasing little bimbo debutant would...

Of course, she was now 6'3", and weighed 215 of rock-hard, curvy, feminine muscle - the result of her early transformation, brought on with the assistance of her baby-genius of a son, Stewie, and his almost-magical injections. He had of course refused to assist her, at first, his hatred for her knowing no bounds, but a few, well-directed threats - the direction they were aimed at being the welfare of his beloved toy bear, Rupert - and he wisely decided to play ball...

He had of course also helped Meg when she started out on her journey to overthrow their mother's dominance, but Lois put a swift stop to this, by grabbing the bear and placing it in the bedroom safe. The implication was very clear: you mess with me, the bear buys it...!

She remembered with a pang her baby's distress at this. She didn't like doing it, blackmailing her own child was not a thing she was proud of, but he had left her no choice. And now Meg was stuck, only 5'11" and way behind her mom in her muscular development...

You gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn to the wick

Ooh, barracuda, oh yeah

Ann Wilson was singing her ass off as Lois Griffin took her first full bicep pose, giving the hollering audience its first view of her body in all its glory. Her jet-black bikini was not the teeny-tiny affair she'd wear to the beach; she was not going to risk having it fly off her body during one of her more strenuous moves. She of course didn't mind showing a nipple or two off, but the chief of Quahog PD was in attendance, and he might feel compelled to haul her off for public indecency... No, her bikini was more on the sturdy side, holding her considerable breasts securely, while showing them off to spectacular effect as she spread her trunk-like, pumped-up thighs and raised her arms to the sides, delicately clenching and pumping her fists. With her 3" heels she towered over her audience, a picture of powerful femininity. The small triangle covering her crotch directed their eyes from her small waist, up through her brick-like 8-pack, the torso flaring out, featuring the heavy breasts atop the prominent pecs, the wide, bulging delts, and then - those killer arms, the purpleish veins throbbing as they rushed blood to those massive guns, 21 inches of explosive power, bulging biceps that put Arnold himself to shame...

Lois smiled, delighted, holding her pose as the audience noise almost drew out the music. She then directed her attention to the 3 judges. Her husband was virtually spread on the table in front of them, smiling dementedly, panting, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. 'Yes, honey, drool for mama!' She thought smugly. Joe, as usual, was more aggressive, pounding the table with his ham-like fist and hollering lustily. And Cleveland - sweet, dumb Cleveland was staring at her, his eyes glassy, drool drizzling down from his half-open mouth... Lois broke her pose and strutted over, to stand in front of them, her body moving to the rhythm of the music.

She raised her hand, pointing at each one of them in turn, biting her lower lip in that demure, sexy way that she knew drove men crazy with desire. Then slowly, deliberately, she leaned forward, rolling her shoulders and flexing her massive traps. She brought her fists close, one over the other, under her globular breasts, and flexed hard. Her pectoral muscles grew in size, the tiny veins crisscrossing all over them popping up, a purple latticework that seemed ready to explode off that breathtaking chest, her magnificent breasts almost seeming to grow in size, tiny purple veins creeping up them as the two small black triangles of her bikini grew tighter around them, the ample flesh spilling to the sides...

"Most muscular", indeed... Eat your heart out, Betty Pariso!

The rest of her routine was lost in the thunderous applause, the music drowned out by the cheering of the crowd. Lois finished with a classic Greek pose, legs slightly apart, one hand on her hip, the other raised high in the air, her face glowing, looking up and to the side. She held it for a long time, basking in the applause. After a moment Quagmire stepped up, breathing heavily, his face all flushed. Lois smirked as she noticed the barely contained bulge in his pants; she knew all too well the effect her body had on her constantly-horny neighbor!

"What did I tell you, ladies and gentlemen, what did I tell you?!!" Yeah, if she so much as winked at him right now he would have started humping her leg, and there were not enough buckets of water in the whole of Rhode Island to make him dismount! She laughed as she walked away, deliberately swinging her muscular buttocks, feeding the crowd's frenzy; yeah, let's see little Meg top THAT!

***

The crowd gradually grew quiet, and Quagmire, still visibly shaken, raised his hand.

"Seriously, folks, I have no idea how you follow THAT - but Meg Griffin seems to think that she can, so - good luck, I guess?"

There was some scattered applause, but most of the crowd seemed to still be under the spell of Lois's masterful performance. Quagmire scratched his head, looking almost sad.

"She's a good kid, you guys, and a great competitor, so let's give her a BIG hand. Ladies and gentlemen - Meg Griffin!"

There were some cheers, the audience trying to get into a more charitable frame of mind. From her vantage point near the bar, Lois shook her head, almost feeling sorry for her daughter. How indeed does a girl adapt to having what was essentially a super-mom? Not for the first time, she felt a sense of pride, and even some admiration. Her daughter WAS putting up a fight, trying to make a place for herself in a family that had all too often ignored and even mistreated her; she really should be on her side...

Still, going up against her mom in a contest of physical superiority... Yeah, that was just plain dumb.

When the music started, it caught everyone by surprise. Lois literally groaned. Billie Eilish? For real?! She wasn't a fan of the young singer's never ending teenage angst-filled songs, and this one was one of the worst offenders: When The Party's Over??!! Seriously? You're going to try and get your audience pumped with THIS whine fest???! Aaargh...

There were some cheers when Meg stepped out from behind the red satin curtain. There was nothing grand or dramatic about her entrance - she just walked to the center of the room and stood there, facing the audience, her face blank. Lois stared at her, dumbfounded; was this IT? This was her big plan to dethrone her mother?!

She thought the kid looked good, even great. Her body was sculpted to perfection, and she wasn't slouching - her almost natural position, a HUGE improvement - and she could have been a real knockout; but, of course: the dumb hat, the stupid glasses, and a less-than-thrilling choice of a bikini, all combined to destroy the effect of her amazing body. Her boobs were a B cup, not as big of course as her mom's double D, but they were perfectly fine - so she of course chose to wrap them in a shapeless strapless bra that just squashed them together, rendering them completely ineffective! And she of course never bothered to oil herself up - god knows her brother would have given his left nut for the privilege of helping her with that! -and the overall impression was of an emo teen who had played a bit too much with her mother's weights, trying to alleviate her depression...

Lois sighed in frustration. Maybe after the humiliation she's about to suffer here, she will FINALLY start listening to me, she thought grimly.

Meg changed her stance, her legs now slightly apart, her fists side-by-side in front of her crotch. She looked down, her face tense, her small mouth pulled tight in concentration. The crowd grew quiet, the music coming through loud and clear, as the younger Griffin gal started to slowly pump her muscles while standing absolutely still, a slowly intensifying storm rippling across her body. Lois looked on in surprise. Yeah, she did not see this coming... Interesting choice. Probably won't do her much good in the context of the competition - there just wasn't enough MASS there - but, hell, yeah, good for...

...her...

Lois blinked.

What...

What... was going on?

Her daughter's body seemed to shimmer. You couldn't quite put your finger on it - the rippling of muscles all over her body seemed to be turning into a storm - but there was more taking place, an... expansion... Lois rubbed her eyes, to make sure they weren't playing tricks on her. Was her daughter... Was Meg actually growing right in front of her?!

The whole room watched in stunned silence, as Meg's body seemed to shimmer and shift and swirl. She moved her legs further apart as her thighs bulged and grew, her hard muscles expanding further out. She pulled her arms apart, uttering a low, guttural snarl as her deltoids - and then her biceps and triceps - seemed to balloon in size, pushing outwards and forward. Standing in the corner of the bar, Lois's jaw fell slack as she watched her daughter's chest expand outwards, the thin fabric trying to contain the growing fleshy mounds, expanding nipples pushing through it and ripps appearing all over it, soon leaving it in tatters. Lois clutched at the bar counter for support, her head spinning at her daughter's inexorable mutation. She was now taller than her mother, at least 6'3" - and still growing...

There was only one explanation.

Stewie.

Her genius of a son had ignored the threat to his beloved pet toy, and went ahead, concocting the miracle potion that was transforming her daughter into a muscle goddess right in front of her very eyes! Lois's hands opened and closed in ineffectual rege, as if tearing at the felt of an inanimate teddy bear. You're dead, Rupert, DEAD!

Her inner turmoil was matched by a lusty roar, emanating from her now-monstrously huge daughter. She was standing triumphantly, DDD-sized bust stretching her almost-shredded bra out, her hands raised in triumph, her arms bulging with unimaginable power. Lois felt a shaking, furry body cling desperately to her leg - the dog, scared shitless, whining in distress. She patted its head.

"Don't worry, boy, mommy will protect you..."

But she knew that didn't sound all too convincing. If that terrifying she-hulk wanted to do anything - like punish the pet that chose to side with her mother against her - who was to stop her?

The crowd, having been stunned into silence by Meg's rapid growth, has now exploded into cheers. People were standing on their feet, clapping and cheering wildly as Meg looked down at them, her inhuman arms held high, an amused smile playing on her lips. Lois looked over at the judges, who were all three in various stages of collapse: Peter was still sprawled on the table, his drool running like a river. Joe was sitting straight up in his wheelchair, his head clutched in his beefy hands, his mouth moving without making a sound. And Cleveland - oh, he was probably dead, his glassy eyes staring ahead (though, could the vein in your forehead still throb if you were dead? So, No, probably still alive.)

Quagmire stumbled forward, looking dazed. He tried to speak, but his brain seemed incapable of forming words. It took him a few moments - moments in which the crowd finally settled down - but he finally managed one:

"Judges...?"

Joe, the one judge who was not completely comatose, looked at him in disbelief.

"Who do you THINK, moron?!"

The whole room broke into laughter, breaking the spell that the hyper-muscular goddess standing at its center seemed to have cast on it. Quagmire smiled sheepishly.

"Fair enough... But, just to make it official..."

He pulled a yellow tape out of his pocket, and showed it to Meg. She shrugged, and lifted her arms back up, striking a double-bicep pose.

"Sure, cutie, knock yourself out...!"

Quagmire took one look at the colossal mass of muscle towering over his head - Lois estimated that her daughter was now at least 6'8", maybe even 6'9" - and scampered over to the seating area. All the spectators were now on their feet, and he had no trouble finding a chair. He glanced over to where Lois was standing.

"This is it, Lois, you better come over...!"

Lois had no wish to take any part in this clown show - she was CHEATED out of the crown that was rightfully hers! Her daughter CHEATED! She was A CHEATING CHEATER! - but she had her pride, she had her dignity, she would NOT show weakness by storming out like a whining child/ex-president...!

Also, she herself got her start via Stevie's magic chemicals, so... yeah, whatever.

She walked over to stand next to her daughter, who glanced her way, smiling smugly, but said nothing. Quagmire had by this point brought the chair over. He climbed it, but it was still a little short, and he had to toss the tape over Meg's humongous bicep. He caught it on the other side and brought the two ends together, his eyes bulging as he saw the number.

Lois felt sick to her stomach. She hadn't seen the exact number, but she had a idea of what it was, and it made her sick to her stomach...

"OK, guys, better hold onto your hats... This is going to blow your minds!"

Lois looked on with barely concealed fury, as he read the result:

"Thirty-three inches!!!"

Thirty-fucking-three fucking inches. A new world record. Sure, why the fuck not...!

***

Lois stood dejected, looking at the crowd mobbing her daughter. She stood head and shoulder above them, graciously smiling down at all the well wishers. Lois could see her husband's head, resting on his daughter's pumped-up shoulder, looking up adoringly at her as she carried him in one arm, the other probably shaking hands. Lois snorted in disgust.

'Com'n, Brian, let's pack up and go home. Those people make me SICK...!"

But the dog just stood in front of her, his eyes cast down - and then he started to slowly, deliberately back away. She looked at him in disbelief.

"You TOO, Brian? Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The dog muttered something under its breath, not looking at her.

She barked at him in anger: "what?! Speak up, you damned mutt!"

He raised his eyes, looking directly at her, and spoke:

"I'm sorry, mistress, but you shouldn't have done it. It wasn't right..."