Andromedas Divine Inspiration

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑊ℎ𝑦? 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡.

I write for fun for the macro-furry and macrophilia communities. My stories involve sexually explicit acts with consenting adults. I am open to collaborating with other writers in the macro-furry community on fun side projects.

All characters are my own and are written to be eighteen years and older.

Proofread by kenjisato

Andromeda was on the deck overlooking the magnificent landscape of the Maine woods. Golden brown, yellow, and reddish leaves fell slowly off the trees in the chilly breeze.

The smell of autumn lingered; its cool air prickled Andromeda's coffee-hued skin, but she was too focused on studying one of the oldest yoga texts from her teacher from the mysterious northern mountains somewhere in Himachal Pradesh.

Her frizzy hair was tied in a ponytail, and it felt good when the breeze picked up to caress her hefty shoulders. Many years of practice and teaching had made her body stronger than ever, but she was still obsessed with seeing how far she could go. Andromeda felt honored her yogi master had entrusted her with this book after she had shown her devotion to the practice, incorporating it into every fiber of her being.

The ancient text she was reading showed a picture of a woman in what looked like a goddess pose, but she was a bit confused as to why the woman was depicted as being as tall as the trees. Andromeda's initial thought was that it was probably depicting a oneness with nature. Doubt lingered at the explanation her mind had conjured up, but she wasn't one to throw in the towel once she set her mind to achieving a certain goal.

According to the text, it was only a pose that required fire breathing in a goddess pose squat before pigeon-toeing the feet into a perfect squat. Then, focusing on a specific body part, or the whole body, to let the spirit within her radiate and grow.

Andromeda didn't know what to make of that last part, but she was already dressed in her fall yoga attire--a short-sleeve yellow hoodie with the spirit chakra painted on the front, showing of her toned navel, matching her purple-and-red-striped yoga pants.

She loved how curvy her body had become thanks to dedicated practice at least four sessions per week if she could manage. Each and every stretch always cracked something loose within her body that relieved tension buried deep inside her body's temple.

She got up from her seat, put the text away, and rewrapped it in the red-and-gold-embroidered cloth, which had Sanskrit letters that read, "Achieve Inner Strength through Inner Wisdom."

She loved how the yoga pants hugged her greatly pronounced yet supple butt. Her hips lightly swayed as she walked to her mat in the center of her deck. Andromeda's navel recoiled a bit at the biting cold of the breeze which picked up for a moment on her back deck. The text said to make sure her mat was in the true center of where she would do this pose.

After making the preparations, she drew in a calming breath that filled her body and circulated the energy from the top of her head down to the tips of her well-manicured toes, which had nails painted dark purple. The text said to chant the prayer until the energy within had built up for the fire breath for the pose.

Each deep inhale and long exhale made her body feel light, as her thoughts focused on increasing the flow. She flared her butt out a bit and began to inhale and exhale in quick, rhythmic bursts.

Her thoughts turned to her biceps, and she wished they would grow and expand. Andromeda was pretty toned, but it wasn't enough she wanted to be stronger than any being on Earth--the strongest, if that was possible.

She felt the heat build in her biceps, it felt like her quads could burst at any second, but she held firm in the pose and continued with her breaths. Andromeda felt a light tingling at first--and as she continued with her fire breaths--the heat built up even more as light droplets of sweat dotted her dark-toned arms.

As she concentrated on her breath, the Zen state took hold of her and transferred the energy into her arms. She subconsciously channeled the energy as her biceps and forearms pulsed, slowly, beginning to grow.

Andromeda's biceps increased from 11.2 inches to 13.8 inches, and the different muscle groups in her forearm grew to accommodate her growth. She kept her fire breath going as the desire to become stronger dominated her mind.

Energy from the growth in her arms transferred to the rest of her body as she went back to normal breaths. Her yoga pants tightened as her leg muscles became more defined. The power she was gaining was enough to make her groan a bit with pleasure.

She followed up that bit with the counter stretches involving her whole body. After drying her sweat with a towel, she needed to shower off and rest before going to the photoshoot.

It had been a while since they last saw her, and she was nervous as all hell. People online would be picking apart her looks, especially as a yoga instructor about to make her way into the world of fitness modeling.

She peeled off her clothes, making her way to the shower. Andromeda paused at the bathroom mirror and looked. Oh my god, she couldn't believe how strong her arms and upper body were as she flexed.

Gains that would've taken weeks had happened in an hour of the pose and breath work.

She grinned as she watched her back muscles connecting to her shoulders' bulge with new strength in one of the room's mirrors. Her slightly enlarged breasts were sensitive to the cool air.

Andromeda turned to the shower handle to let the hot water hiss out, room quickly being filled with steam. She placed her palm to feel the water and quickly adjusted it to a warmer setting and her other hand on her butt cheek as the warm cascade of water caressed her body's curves laced with smaller rows of muscle along her abdomen. She bit her lip as she kneaded some of the tension out of her rear from the deck workout. The heat inside her loins began to build.

The Black woman felt more powerful with her body as her hands traced each curve. She was more solidly built than before, and began teasing her clit at the thought of getting even bigger.

Her breath work seemed to have aided in gradual transformation of her body, but she wondered if she would achieve faster results in strengthening her entire body with tantric breathing. Her mind wandered a bit with fingers playing between the folds of her hot pussy.

A soft groan escaped from her supple lips; the water felt like strong hands massaging around and between her boobs. How strong her body felt as her other hand felt along her stack obliques--almost rolling into her visible six-pack, a bit more pronounced on her abdomen.

Previously, she had been trimmed, but not in the process of getting ripped with muscle.

She untied her weave and let the hair flow down her chiseled back-shoulder muscles, which had been tightened from years of perfecting her poses.

Andromeda felt the steam on her glistening ebony skin, the heat in her body building, like a furnace about to ignite. She stroked her pussy a little slower and reached for the loofah sponge. Briefly stopping the pleasure ride, Andromeda made sure to lather up the sponge with plenty of cucumber and ginger spice-oiled body wash.

The scent made her tits tingle, with nipples swelling for attention on her firm and rounded breasts. She foamed up the loofa and began to rub down her toned legs, biting her lip at how firm and solid they felt.

She traced back up to her hips, taking the sponge in the other hand while she scissored her fingers around her clit.

A wave of bliss soaked into her, as a soft moan escaped her quivering lips.

Andromeda imagined her body pumping up more. She wanted to be as big as an Amazon, towering over men and women alike.

"Aha, oh, that would be orgasmic," she affirmed aloud.

Her thoughts were cut short by the sound of her phone ringing. Shit, of course, they would call her where she couldn't reach it in time.

Andromeda slowed her pleasure session to feel the sexual energy gradually pulse through her muscles. Later, she would have to try her experimental tantric breath in the ancient pose. For the time being, it was time to get paid for looking so strong.

She kneaded the suds into her brown skin and ensured the sponge was thoroughly wrung out before turning off the water.

***

Andromeda adjusted her tight-fitting sports bra with her emerald eyes adjusting to the flashing lights of the cameras capturing her new form.

Her smile brightened the room of fitness magazine photographers. Other models eyed her direction, a little jealous of the attention the Black woman was receiving.

Armed with the excuse of having a late growth spurt, for which no one seemed to care, she flexed her muscular arms in a few different poses.

"Okay, that's it, beautiful." Her photographer was a skinny Latino man who led her through each pose and experimented with different angles.

Andromeda focused on making each pose for the camera stunning, with some direction at different angles. She flashed her green eyes toward her rival model, a six-foot-four-inch-tall Southeast Asia model wearing a body stocking for some fitness water advert.

She smiled and blew a kiss with a light pucker from her glittering lips. Her rival rolled her eyes but raised an eyebrow to indicate she knew something was different about Andromeda.

"Perfect. Let's take a little break, beautiful," said the photographer in between shots. He wore casual clothes but took hundreds of shots from various angles, with only a select few making it for submission before the magazine's deadline. He had dark and curly hair, which Andromeda thought was a cute look for him.

"Thanks, Miguel!" Andromeda's attention snapped back to the photographer, who handed her a cool water bottle.

"No worries," he said, slipping the camera into his bag. "Say, did you put on a bit more muscle since last I saw you?"

"Who me? It must be the new diet I've been trying out." Andromeda feigned surprise at the question, but Miguel didn't seem convinced.

"You are going to have to start giving me some workout tips with results that quick," he remarked.

Andromeda ignored him, as she paid more attention to her rival's shoot. She had long legs and had been slightly taller than Andromeda, but Andromeda had flipped the script and stood over her at about six feet seven inches.

The tan and ripped Filipina woman had wide and thick hips with a large, buxom chest that filled out her yellow sports bra.

"Keep it up, and you might surpass Divina," Miguel said, as he packed up his equipment. "She came from halfway across the world to be here, and I don't think she is going to let you surpass her."

"From somewhere in the Philippines, if I remember correctly?" Andromeda said.

She took a sip of her water and wiped a rag across her face. The air conditioner in the medium-sized studio was supposedly on the fritz, but Andromeda didn't buy that since Miguel said the sweat made her shoot more authentic as she had really just been through a tough workout.

"Yes, I think it was Cebu," Miguel said. "But I hear her boyfriend originally brought her over to get married, although it might not work out, so she's been hitting the gym hard to keep getting gigs like this."

"You think she does any cam work?" Andromeda teased Divina by kissing one of her biceps, which oozed with might.

Divina gave her a sneer in between shots and alternated poses, focusing on her abs. Divina flexed her quads to show how much ripped they had become since last time, which would've concerned Andromeda, but that was before she had a secret weapon.

Miguel scratched his mustache in thought. "Maybe it's one of those fetish channels, but she has fiery red hair, you know. Gargantua, I believe it's called."

"And how have you heard of it?" Andromeda asked with an arched eyebrow.

Miguel playfully backed away with his hands in the air. "Hey, hey. Before you throw accusations like that around, I'll have you know a friend of mine is into that. I had the displeasure of looking through his search history, and there she was."

Andromeda placed a hand on Miguel's shoulder and whispered, "I am sure that's how that happened."

Miguel shrugged and motioned for her to get back in position. Andromeda threw her best confident look, as the sweat rolled down the contours of her muscles. Her mind went elsewhere to imagine herself coming back bigger and stronger than ever before. First, she needed to test out her control before amassing an audience.

She flashed her biggest smile as the flash from the camera captured her every curvature.

***

It was evening when Andromeda shut the door to her home and threw the keys in the bowl. The rest of the shoot went without incident, and she felt satisfied once her paycheck hit her balance.

However, her mind was more focused on giving more of the ancient poses a try, and there was a space in her living room to do it in.

She took her time setting up the space and reading through the ancient texts and it was getting more obscure the more she read on. From what she could gather, she needed to store her energy in her gut and let it spread out to her body to achieve her greatest heights.

"Huh, my Pehari might be a little stale." The Black woman adjusted her pink sports bra and matching booty shorts so she could really stretch out her entire being.

Once she was ready with the space, dimming the lights and burning the incense, Andromeda got right into the routine.

She followed what was instructed to the ancient letter flowing between each pose with ease, her breath sinking into every muscle that burned and relaxed. Andromeda could feel she was working up a good sweat, letting the energy build more in her body.

Once she got to a more tree-like pose, she could feel all the energy waiting to explode outward, but she maintained her controlled breathing. Then, she felt it in her booty shorts as they split down the side as her muscles grew outward. Andromeda smiled and focused on her deep and slow breaths, which boosted her growth, little by little, as she expanded in height.

"Ah!" Andromeda breathed out. "Yes, it's happening again. I don't care what explanation I use on set tomorrow, it'll be worth it to... oh, see their faces when they see me coming."

As her breasts grew larger, with nipples erect through the tightening fabric, she moaned as the pink sports bra began to tear down the middle. But the growing Black woman switched from one leg to the other to give each side equal time for the tree pose. Her hands stretching upwards toward the ceiling, she easily passed the seven-foot-four-inch mark.

Andromeda felt she was in the best shape of her entire life, flexing her growing muscles and kept breathing by sucking her stomach in and out under growing abdominals.

Before her hands could touch the ceiling at just under eight feet in height, she breathed out a closing breath, and her growth slowed down in edging pulses. There was a knock at her door, but she paid it no mind. She focused more on her closing routine and laid out her large body, pushing furniture aside without a care in the world.

Her butt consumed more than half the mat and barely reached her lower back. She felt how powerful and strong her body had become and felt more heat building up in her chest and loins.

There was more knocking on her door, whoever it was was really trying to get her attention. Andromeda didn't care as she was in the process of settling into her new body. Then she heard the doorknob turn, and she smiled to herself; whoever wanted to see her would be the first one to see the new her.

"Hey Andromeda, you home? I came by to drop off the photo set from my flash drive," Miguel said.

When no reply came, he walked further into the room. He was wearing a three-button-down long-sleeve shirt with semi-formal dress pants. He had been to Andromeda's place often, along with the other models, to drop off photos and possibly do a nude photoshoot as an after-hours service.

"I see you have moved some of the furniture around and--"

He had spotted her on the floor, completely naked in her new form. She finished with her breathing and smiled at him, rolling over on her hands and knees, but even that, her head hovered slightly above his as she looked down on him.

"You know, Miguel, I think I am ready for those nude photos you had mentioned before," Andromeda said, and stood up to her full height and flexed one of her impressive muscles with trickles of sweat streaking her brown skin.

Miguel was stunned and couldn't think straight. It was just earlier that she had been tall for someone like him, but here she was at an entirely new level. He usually kept his composure around stunningly beautiful women like her; all part of the job, but this Andromeda had gone from a tall woman to a magnificent Amazon.

"W-Wha? Right now?"

Andromeda leaned down and cupped her thick breasts. "Did I stutter, little man?"

Miguel shook his head. "No, I need to get my equipment from the car fir--"

He gasped, as Andromeda grabbed his shirt and ripped it from his chest, shoving his face in between her legs.

"You're a bit slow on the uptake, but that's okay. You can get your equipment together after we blow off some steam," she said, biting her lower lip and pressing his head deeper into her thighs.

Andromeda cooed, as Miguel began working his tongue around as much of her vagina walls as he could. It was against the rules to be up close and personal with clients like her, but he went with the flow, having admired her from a distance the moment she took him on as her photographer.

She easily lifted him up with her strong arms and brought her lips to meet his in a warm and wet embrace. Both their bodies felt electrified, with Miguel feeling slightly diminished as his feet didn't touch the floor, and Andromeda felt in complete control, wanting to explore her passionate impulses even more.

The Black Amazon lay back on the couch, causing the wooden frame to creak and groan under her heavy body and Miguel's added weight. She unbuttoned his pants, and he unfastened his belt and let his pants and underwear drop to the floor.

"Hmm, a bit small for someone like me," Andromeda teased, but she looked at the Latin man's veins throbbing on his cock and licked her lips. "Let's see how you handle it."

Miguel wasn't intimidated by her; however, her talking down to him aroused him more than he had expected. It was a whole new experience since he had never slept with any of his clients before. Andromeda sent over a strong invitation; he may not know exactly what was happening, or how she had gotten so big in a short time. None of that mattered as he took as much of her quads as he could hold and inserted his cock into her hungry pussy.

Andromeda felt waves of pleasure wash over her large body as Miguel did his best to please the tallest woman he had ever slept with.

The Black Amazon hummed and played with her engorged nipples; he was barely putting a dent in her pleasure zone, but she rode with him a little. He must've been picking up on her body's reaction because he slid one of his hands to her clit and began to rub it, slowing down his thrusts.

Andromeda's toes curled slightly, as she sucked in breath through her upper teeth pressing into her lower lip. However, Miguel was having trouble holding back the pressure building in his member. Andromeda took her large hand, while she couldn't hold him in the palm of her hand yet, she ran it down his back, making his whole body tingle from the sensation. She was becoming more turned on, though not close to climaxing herself, and offset this lack of ecstasy by massaging one of her big breasts.