Little Debbie 2 (Paid Post #4) (Patreon)

It had been years since that night with Debbie. You'd been searching and trying to find something to make that one night real, something to actually make her bigger and stronger. It started to become all Debbie thought about. Even when you weren't in the mood for it, Debbie would flex her biceps as she was on top of you. “Can't you just imagine it? My biceps getting too big for my sleeves?” Her shirt would just wobble as she flexed, No hope in the world they would ever rip around her little toothpick arms.

There were other signs too, like how she would lift empty milk gallons far above her head like they were 1,00 pound weights, or how she would wear snap button shirts exclusively so at the end of the day she could just rip them open again and again. She would always do it right after saying something corny like, “I'M HULKING OUT!”

It was clear to you she was becoming even more interested in the fetish than you are.

You loved it!

But the more time went on the more depressed she got. She was really bummed this was no more than a fantasy, and she didn't have the patience or the time for weight lifting, nor the discipline. She wanted immediate results and she wanted them now.

You were getting a bit worried about her so you took her to a scientist friend of yours, Cheryl. Cheryl was an alt kind of lady, bright pink pixie cut, she often spiked up in a faux-hawk, alternative face piercings, and always a punk aesthetic to her wardrobe. Cheryl was showing Debbie around the lab, telling her there was no possible way to make her grow right now, but they were making strides to get there. Maybe in a few years. But all they've been able to do is progress to rat trials.

“Can I see them? Please!?” Debbie begged.

Cheryl reluctantly walked her over to the cages where the rats were kept. There was the control group, and then there was the rats that had been administered the drug, that were three times the size of the others.

Debbie's eyes widened to the size of coke bottles. “A-a-and what did they drink?” She asked with trepidation in her throat.

“Cheryl,” you tried to warn her, but before she picked up on it, she was pointing over to a desk full of vials.

Debbie dove over to it, her oversize flannel flapping as she did. You and Cheryl tried to stop her but by the time you got to her she had drank three of them.

“Ohhh yes!” She gasped.  She bent over the desk, her breathing slowly turning into grunting. You watched as her legs swelled into her black pants, When you tried to approach her Cheryl pushed you back. Her pants were getting so tight, along with her plaid top.

All you and Cheryl could do was watch as the grunts were turning less painful and more pleasurable. You and Cheryl took a step back as Debbie's back stretched out the back of her top. “Yes!” she groaned as her hands stretched form her sleeves. “MORE!” she begged as you heard the first rip.

“Holy Fuck!” she yelped as she stood up and flexed her bicep. You watched as the fabric stretched momentarily before splitting with ease. You watched in awe as her legs stretched up and up and up as her thighs tore through her pants. “This. Feels” You watched Debbie grab her top. “Fucking.” She lunged forward as her back burst from her shirts. “Fantastic!”

Debbie looked over her muscles as both you and Cheryl gawked up at her. The pump in her biceps and Quads were so impressive, and HUGE!

You and Debbie had a special code word that always meant you two needed to stop doing whenever you said it and go have sex right that second. You usually tried to work it into the conversation naturally, but all of the blood had flown from your brain and it's only thing you could think of.

“Pineapple!” you breathed out heavily. Debbie grinned a soul stealing smile, bent and listed you off the ground and fireman carried out out of the lab and into the car before anyone could stop her. You were getting a heavy dose of Snu Snu tonight