Fair Price(FMG story) written by Steeleblazer (Patreon)

What would you consider a fair price to pay to have the body of your dreams?
What would you do to achieve it, how much money would you spend, what would you risk?
Would you take?
 
You might not think it’s smart to take some strange chemical elixir you found in the darkest corners of the internet. But, then again you’re not me and let me tell you, I’ve tried everything else. So I might as well try this strange and potentially dangerous concoction I have right here in my hands.

You see ever since I was a teenager I always wanted big, strong, hulking, not to mention HUNKY, muscles. But, being that I am a woman, genetics seemed to have played a cruel trick on me. Oh, I’m not saying women can’t grow big and strong muscles… Some can… As for me… I haven’t had much luck.

Don’t think it’s not for lack of trying either. I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried. I’ve done everything you’re supposed to do. I joined a gym, hit the weights, drank the protein smoothies… Rinsed lather and repeat… Or rather in this case lift, replenish, rest and repeat. I know all about working out, the sets the reps, the protein, the diets. I did it all for years and years and years, and still I never seemed to be able to put on any REAL muscle.

Oh, sure I’m fit… And sure, I’m strong for a girl. But, I don’t want to be strong for a girl. I want to be STRONG. PERIOD. Full Stop. End of Sentence. End of debate! But, tried as I did, I never got the size that I wanted. The size that I craved.

My genetics just wouldn’t let me build the type of body I wanted. They call it bodybuilding for a reason you know, but try as I did I just was lacking the genetic materials to build one. So, I might of tried a few performance boosters as you might want to call them. Most people call them steroids, or PEDs. I thought they could be the necessary building blocks that I required to build my dream body.

Only that’s not what happened. Instead of forging the fantasy body that I desired, I got a nightmare of complications and side effects. Body hair, enlarged clit, deeper voice, and thinning hair on head. I may want big massive muscles, but I also want to keep my femininity as well. And I just didn’t want to have to choose between my womanhood and muscularity. That’s not the price I wanted to pay for my muscular dreams and I don’t see why they have to be at odds with each other.

So needless to drone on and on about the PEDs, but suffice to say I stopped using them. Glad to say that all those aforementioned side-effects have gone away… Sadly, what little muscular gains I did make when taking them, too went away. Not that I made a lot. Heck, I barely had put any size on. No, it seems that fate has decried that I would never be able to attain the massive muscular body that I covet.

That is until one day I went down the strangest of all rabbit holes and came across this weird, weird site. At first I thought its claims were crazy and impossible. A real true to life Female Muscle Growth serum. The kind of which I only read about in smutty online fantasy comics. It didn’t seem possible such a thing could exist. And yet there was this page with all its claims and countless testimonials complete with pictures and even video.

Click after click, I sat there and I read through and viewed and watched each and every testimonial that was on that page. A couple hours later and I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This all had to be some kind of hoax or scam, but those videos all looked mighty convincing. I’d seen incredible hulk “HULK OUT” sequences that looked less convincing than these videos. Yes, I know those are tv shows and movies, but don’t be pedantic. I mean they say seeing is believing and watching all those women hulk out in those shoddy selfie and cellphone video testimonials, the moaning, the clothes tearing and ripping, the muscles growing. Crazy as it sounds it looked legit to me, and it got me excited.

I had tried everything and nothing has worked. So I thought to myself. Why not try this. What do I have to lose… Well, besides my entire bank account which I emptied and maxed out another of my credit cards to pay for this. But, if this works, I mean truly works… It’s a fair price to pay.

And yes…  Well…, my life… My health… And not just maxing out my credit card, but also my social security number, as this site seemed sketchy as all FUCK! Still I’d risk a little identity theft and consider it a fair price to pay to get the muscular dream body I desire. Sometimes for your dreams you have to just go ahead, even if it seems impossible or stupid. And while fate has been cruel to me so far, I felt why not take another roll of the dice. It just might come up finally in my favor.

So, that’s what I did. I rolled the dice and ordered this FMG Elixir that I’m holding in my hands right now. The really great thing is this website had shipping almost comparable to amazon prime free shipping. I was not expecting to be holding this in my hands so quickly… Heck, I wasn’t expecting to actually receive it at all. I really thought it was a scam.

But, its not. I’m holding it in my hand.
Although, it still could be a scam. They say the truth is in the pudding… Well, technically for me to be pedantic…  The truth is in EATING the pudding. And so much as that pertains to me and this situation. I guess you could say the truth is in drinking the FMG shake.

It doesn’t look very good, and it doesn’t smell very good. I really shouldn’t drink it…
It’s risky. This could kill me.
But, its either live the rest of my life as some skinny weakling, which I would rather die than do. Or, its drink this strange possibly dangerous concoction.

As you might have already guessed, it’s really not a hard decision and I’ve already made up my mind.

“Yuck!”

It tastes worse than I thought. But, so far besides this horrible aftertaste, I don’t feel any ill effects… But, that is the problem I just don’t feel anything. The online video testimonials made it look like the results were instant.

What a scam, what a cruel trick of fate to set up my hopes once again, only for yet another failure. I want my money ba—

And that’s when it hit me. An intense wave or surge of power… I don’t know quite how to describe it. All I can say is it felt good. It was a type of tingling, a burning, an ecstasy that spread throughout my entire body.

I could feel it welling up inside of me and spreading out from head to toe. I could feel it inside my body, I could feel it inside all my muscles. It felt like power. It felt like my muscles were expanding and growing second by second, layer by layer, sinew by sinew. My body pulsed, my body shook, my body trembled, and my body quivered. And most importantly, it was GROWING!

“MMMMMmmmm…”

It felt so good.

Better than any sexual experience, better than anything I ever felt. Its not hyperbole, this felt so damn GOOD!

I could feel my clothes tighten as I kept growing and growing and growing. I felt my back thicken and flare out as I could feel my shirt tightening against my rapidly expanding back muscles. But, it wasn’t just my back. My shoulders widened, my delts formed into bowling ball mounds. My traps popped out of my neck. My triceps slithered and snaked its way down my arm as it grew thicker and thicker.

“Riiiiiip” Went my sleeves as they cried out in protest against my ever expanding arm muscles. I brought my arms up into a flex in a primal celebration of my dreams of muscularity finally coming true. Triumphantly I flexed my arms, pumping them up and down, and up and down. Each time I flexed them they were bigger than the last.

Bigger and bigger they grew and I just kept right on flexing them. I could feel the power and strength welling up within them and I was able to pump them harder and harder. I was really able to squeeze those bicep muscles of mine, to make them pop and dance.

I never had biceps before. Thanks to all my years of training I had toned arms, but I never had any real kind of bicep peak, but thanks to this strange FMG concoction I already had tennis ball sized biceps and they’re still growing.

“RIIIIP” Once more my sleeves cried out as I gave my meaty biceps another flex adding inches and inches onto them with each new flex.

“MMMMMMM… “

With just a few more delicious and sensual flexes I they had nearly doubled their size and were about the size of a softball. But, don’t let that description fool you. My biceps were anything but SOFT. They were hard like granite. Hard like steel. And yet, my skin still just as soft and silky smooth as ever.

“OOHHHHHHH” My moans were getting louder, and I couldn’t help myself. There is nothing more I have wanted and I wanted this for so very long. This is my dream, and I’m finally growing MIGHTY FEMALE MUSCLES and it feels so fucking GOOD!

“Pop, pop, pop” Went the stiches and seams of my sleeves as I gave them another mighty flex and my biceps tore through, and a magnificent mighty meaty mountainous mound of pure female muscle rose up upon my arm bursting right out of my shirt. They went from softballs to cannonballs, and I kept on pumping them.

I let out a soft moan for every hard flex I made. Flex and moan, flex and moan, and my body would just keep growing and growing as I did so.

But, it wasn’t just my arms growing. Sure, by now my forearms were so densely corded with thick meaty muscles that they were thicker than what my entire arm use to be before I had taken this strange, but wonderful FMG elixir.

It wasn’t just my biceps, the growth was all over. Every inch, every cell, every muscle fiber, every sinew. I was growing and expanding like the incredible freaking hulk. Only the hulk never looked so good.

Abs… I want to see my abs… I need to see my abs, and my stupid shirt was obstructing my view. So I tore it right up the middle, and thanks to my newfound musculature it was as if I had torn a sheet of paper.

ABS… I HAVE ABS! You don’t understand. I always had a flat stomach, but I never ever had a six pack before. But, now I have abs on top of abs. And right then and there looking at my abs I decided to count the reasons why I loved this strange FMG brew. I had 8 very special reasons to love them. That’s right… I didn’t just have a 6 pack, but I had an 8 pack. And the muscular ridges and valleys of my abs were deep, my abdominals looked like they were chiseled from stone itself.

Ohhhh, how I moaned as I ran my hands up and down those spectacular ridges, it felt so sensual. I’d never felt so sexy in my entire life, I’d never felt so powerful. And I just had to scream in delight.

But, I still wasn’t done growing. My legs were getting awfully tight as the muscles welled up inside of my jeans. Perhaps it wasn’t wise to wear jeans before taking this FMG drink, as my jeans were starting to pinch and chaff against my ever expanding muscularity.

I fumbled as I tried to unbutton my jeans. They were so tight now and I couldn’t really get my fingers in there, and the chaffing kept growing and growing and growing as my body just kept growing and growing and growing as well. This was becoming painful and hopefully something would have to give, just hopefully it would be the jeans and not my delicate skin.

“AHHHHHHHH” I cried out, but luckily it seems my body won the battle with the jeans for the button popped off and my body just kept on rapidly expanding.

“ZIIIIP!” Went my zipper as my body grew bigger and bigger filling the jeans with newly formed muscularity. I think I’m not just getting more muscular, but taller as well.

Looking down at my legs I could see the jeans riding halfway up my beautifully engorged muscular calves. Why they must be the size of softballs already.

“RIIIIP” The bottom of my jeans tore apart as my calves grew larger and larger. More ripping and tearing sounds came from my jeans as my thighs shook with thunderous might and exploded right out of their denim prison. The fabric exploding off my muscular body like a ticket taker parade of confetti.

Quadriceps are the official anatomical name of thighs, or quads as the bodybuilding lingo goes. And its called that way for the 4 muscle groups that comprise them up. And really, never before had I’d ever been able to see any real definition in my quads, they were quads only in name, but now. You can see every fiber, every sinew, each and every single of the four distinct muscular groups on my quads stood out in magnificent and glorious definition.  Before my eyes they grew and grew. Growing, and pulsing, and throbbing and bulging. Oh how sexy and powerful they look.

I just had to touch them, but first I better remove the rest of my jeans. And with one mighty heave I tore free the remnants of my jeans to fully expose my sleek, sexy, thick, thunderous thighs.

“MMMMmmmm”

And they felt even better to the touch, as I ran my hand up and down them… My body felt so good, so strong, so powerful, so wonderful. This was a dream come true. And yet like all dreams I could feel this one coming to its end.

But, I still wanted more. I want to squeeze every possible inch of muscle growth out of this fantastic and wonderful FMG elixir as I can. And that’s not hyperbole, I mean that literally.

I bring my arms together in front of me and I FLEX. I raise them back and I bring them together again, and again. And I flex, and I flex, and I FLEX! Concentrating as I do to flex not just my arms, but my entire body.

“OH… OH… OHHHHHH… YES!”
I can feel it. I can feel myself growing larger and larger still.

I hear a tearing coming from my shirt. I’m a little amazed it’s still on and hasn’t completely disintegrated yet. The sleeves are gone and its really more like an old looking battered tank top. Looking down I can see it starting to split right down the middle.

I take a deep breath expanding my chest, and the middle of shirt tears and splits further apart, revealing the deep muscular canyon that is my bosom. Yes, I got muscle cleavage now. I got not just tits, but tits on top of pecs.

I tore away the scraps of my shirt to get a better view of a my meaty muscular mammaries. As I bring my arms together in front of me to flex them, I feel them thicken. I pump my arms up and down and really focus on flexing every strand and fiber and sinew in my entire body.

I grunt, and I flex harder.
I grunt again, and I flex harder still.
I grunt once more and let out the loudest most guttural cry of passion that I ever uttered in my entire life.

I feel my whole body swell and grow one last time. I feel the muscles in my back thicken and the bra strap tortured for so long, could take no more. It cried out with a sharp snap and my bra flew off my chest as if it was launched from a canon.

Talk about a pair of cannonballs. And I flexed them and popped them off one at a time.
Boom, Boom went my boobs.
One after the other I fired them off, making them dance up and down, up and down, and up and down. How I just loved making my powerful pectorals dance. These babies weren’t just beautiful, but powerful. I could feel it inside them with each and every flex. And nothing feels better than pure MUSCULAR POWER!

Yes, oh yes! YES! YES! I cried out in passion as an orgasmic wave of pure euphoric ecstasy swept over me. That was the best orgasm of my life. And as the orgasm subsided, I knew too so had the muscle growth.

But, I wasn’t disappointed, how could I be. This weird but wonderful female muscle growth concoction gave me even more muscles than I ever thought it was possible for a woman, not to mention myself to ever have. Standing naked… Well… Mostly naked, I still had my panties on, but truth be told they were really tight and giving me a mighty fierce wedgie, not to mention they were completely soaking wet.

Anyway… Standing naked as I was, I looked down across my newly grown fantastic muscular female physique. My clothes laid tattered and torn across the floor, bits of fabric strewn across like confetti, almost as it was a celebration of my newly grown Mighty Female Muscles.

I’m big. Bigger than what I ever dared to dream big. I’m so big, something tells me it’s going to be a real major hassle to find cute clothes in my size. But, that’s a fair trade off if you ask me. Besides, with a massive muscular body like mine, I know I can make any outfit look good.

So just how big am I now… I’m really freaking big. Like I’m so big I make Mr. Olympia look like a pencil neck dweeb. I’m so big I don’t know if they have a measuring tape big enough to measure my muscles. And yes, that is hyperbole. First thing I did was grab my tape measurer, the one I had to keep track of the progress that never seemed to make, and I did a quick measuring of my muscles.

Thirty two inch biceps.

I would tell you more of my measurements, but as I flexed my biceps to get the biggest most accurate reading, my biceps peak actually rose up so much that I actually snapped the measuring tape.

Oh, well… Guess the measurements will have to wait until I get a new one. But, trust me. I’m really freaking huge.

So looking across the room I notice the barbell that I use to work out. Its only forty pounds and it use to be super heavy. But, now I can lift it with basically my finger.

Pumping it up and down with one hand feels like nothing… Still, I wonder. Just how strong am I.

So I grab the iron barbell with both my arms and I decide to truly test my strength with it. The barbell proves to be no match for my newfound strength and Mighty Female Muscles as it lets out a metallic cry as I bend it in my hands.

Only I’m not done. I bend it in half, then half again. Lastly I squeeze the ends together and crumple the barbell as if it was just a wad of paper. The sound of metal bending was just sweet music to my ears. And with the barbell no more than a mere paperweight, I let it drop to the floor and it makes a loud thudding sound as it put a dent into my hardwood floor.

Oops… I guess I really don’t know my own strength, I forgot just how heavy it was. Still, what’s the price of a new floor when you have the body of an absolute muscle goddess.

I can’t believe it. This strange FMG brew actually worked, I have the body I always craved and desired. So what do I do next… Well… For starters I got to find some clothes of mine that fit. Then I’m going to order a whole lot of takeout as I am STARVING… Then… I’ll probably find some hunky guy who wants to worship my Mighty Female Muscles. He better hope that he is man enough to satisfy me, because something tells me I might just be way too much woman for any man to handle…

But, that is a fair price to pay for such a muscular body like mine.