Mommy's Grown Massive

*Hey all! I'm back... been a longggg time haha. this is a story that's been kicking around my head in a while. most of this chapter is build up and stage-setting, but still very erotic, if you're into massive muscular futas. Plot is... well, you'll see! Kinks involve: hyper, muscle, futa, growth, mommy/daughter stuff, bimbos, implied orgy, mindbreak. I'm a fairly new writer, so I'd love ideas for where to take this, and critiques on how I can improve! thank you!*

"Clank... Clank... Clank..."

the shifting of metal on the bar echoed throughout the basement, reverberating like only a barbell the weight of a large vehicle could. It's dingy, dark, a flickering lightbulb shining briefly onto the cold wet concrete floor, which several assorted gym machines and weights adorn.

Most bear marks that no man should be able to make, some are bent, broken in certain areas, and destroyed, and in the corner, there is an amalgamation of multiple pieces, crushed together, uniform, into a perfect cube, as if a trash compacter pushed it into position. However, one thing they all have in common, are the numbers lining them. and they go HIGH. 200kg, 500kg, 1ton, and higher still. pure, rock solid, weights the size of a mattress, lie stacked on top of each other.

"Clank... Clank... Clank..."

Lying next to those weights, however, are some of what could be the most beautiful women you've ever seen. As if you dived into a porno mag or a harem hentai, beautiful buxom ladies lie strewn across the basement floor. Petite, busty, thicc, fit, milfy, latina, ebony, spinners, Middle Eastern, Oriental, you name it. A horny teen's dream.

But their normally beautiful features are swapped with sunken, heavy, blissful eyes, and doeful giddy smiles playing over cracked lips, sometimes allowing a moan, or cusses, to escape them. Their complexions, caked in a white substance, some more solid and crusty than the others, some still running down their respective busts, dripping onto the floor, mixing with their juices. Their hair, perhaps once thick, shiny, textured, is matted, greasy, and sticky, clinging to their skin, some almost glued to it by the white substance. If you listen, you can hear squelches, as their orgasmic spasms cause their hair to unstick from the paste.

You'd assume some type of 1000 man orgy happened here, judging by the carnage left in their wake. But that would beg the question: where are those men?

And that's because, believe it or not, this utter demolishing of the opposite sex, wasn't caused by any man at all. It was caused by... her.

"Clank... Clank... Clank..."

Daria was a petite woman... and a mother to one. But, as the one spread her wings from her nest, she found a lot of spare energy to channel and use, that was previously devoted to helping her daughter become the woman she deserved to be, and to loving the man she lost, but the huge inheritance that he left for her only hurt her ennui.

Her daughter's absence drove her mad, needing something... ANYTHING, to put all of this excess energy into, otherwise she'd almost sprint around the house, obsessively inspecting every part of it, ensuring that it would remain spick and span, which everything above the basement was until the present day.

And so, she discovered the gym. lifting... freed her. Progress gave her something to look forward to, something to put her time in. She could obsess and fret and fuss about her diet, her technique, her discipline.

But it wasn't enough for her. It never really was. her petite frame could only handle so much mass before it plateau'd, stagnated, stopped progressing.

But... by pure happenstance, one of her long-time friends saw her gym progress, and pitched an experimental serum from the lab that she worked at. Meant to stimulate muscle growth and boost testosterone, it almost worked like a charm for Daria. Almost by the next day, she swore she could feel her bicep peak a little bit higher, her abs tense a little harder.

But it still wasn't enough... so Daria had a thought. What if she upped the dosage? 1 pill in the morning became 2 with each meal, which turned into 3 on the hour, which transformed into her shovelling them down her throat like a greedy boy with a bucket of candy.

And the results... well, they showed! Her strict workout and dietary regimen, combined with the growth aspect of the pills skyrocketed her growth. Weights she ordered became too light by the time they were delivered. She'd break, crumple, and ruin gym equipment that couldn't challenge her, and on account of this frustration, she adopted a very moody temperament.

but there was one... big side effect, that Daria didn't expect. It started just below her abs and above her thighs, but hung down below her thighs and above her shins.

That's right, Daria had a cock. It was one morning, as she felt her extra swollen clit, that she realized that her button had a slit down the middle, and skin to the sides of it. Cute as it was, initially, it grew. A lot. Angry red veins would push against the sides of it, the colour a deeper hue to her alabaster complexion. But it grew. And very quickly. it took a month for it to grow from 1 foot to 2, and a week to grow from 2 to 3, and it was still throbbing, growing, in fact, Daria could swear that there would be inches that weren't there before after a particularly large ebb.

And sometime in between the first and second foot of growth, 2 testicles descended from her pussy, and just like her cock, they grew, too. At this point, they looked like 2 beach balls stuffed into a meat sack, those same angry red veins pushed all the same against her tight ballbag, churning, rumbling, collecting that thick cum to inject into wombs, or to cover a slut with.

Speaking of sluts, there were many that noticed Daria's massive frame and awe-inspiring bulge, and Daria's testosterone-flooded brain saw no reason to reject their advances. It almost seemed that the growth agent Daria took, mixed with her semen, and once plain girls were transformed into the most beautiful models you could hope to see. All begging for more of Daria. More muscle. More cum. More cock.

And that is how they arrived at this scene, of an extreme behemoth of a woman, effortlessly lifting literal tons of weight on a sagging barbell, curling it with one hand, as no dumbbell could hope to provide anything near a challenge for the 10ft amazon. Her cock casually spewing cum out on her latest babbling, cum-drunk conquest.

But she knew that today would be different.

She had marked the calendar on her phone for this day, and even though her massive hands were too large for her screen now, she could still see the notification.

"April 18th, Amy returns."

Amy... Daria rolled it around in her tongue like a gobstopper. It felt foreign, yet so familiar, but the only reason it did was because Daria had no reason to use that name. Amy was finally... finally... coming home to mommy.

So Daria hatched a plan. One that could only work in the sex-addled mind of a muscle goddess, or in the kinkiest erotica, but she'd make it work. She was God's gift to sex-no, she was God's way of sex! And when she saw her daughter, she was going to love her like she loved so many women in those recent months. In the only way she knew how.

And so, Daria waited, patient, in the basement, for the telltale sign of the taxi pulling up outside her driveway. Lifting her heavy, heavy weights.

"Clank... Clank... Clank..."