2 amazing short stories

Sharing Is Caring

By: Thesonandheir

The flavour of her post competition sweet treat was the same colour as the fitness couple’s golden brown spray tans. Cheryl spoon fed her boyfriend Ant a mouthful of her caramel flavoured yoghurt like he was a little boy. Standing tiredly in the late afternoon shadow of his bronzed and bulging goddess of a girlfriend, while reduced to a skinny and vulnerable weight of only 135 pounds, he might as well have been a little boy to her today.

Around 80 pounds of the muscle mass now bulging and twitching on her frame was on his body only the other week. He had “lent” it out to her to use for her bodybuilding competition. Cheryl had perfected her incantation which transferred his muscle and strength from his typically exceptionally buff and strong competitor’s physique into her beautiful bronze body, turning her bikini fitness figure into a bulked out female bodybuilding competitor’s frame just in time to pick up the first place medal and substantial  cash prize today. The money was all going towards a down-payment on the new house that they were saving up to buy together.

The magic transference took two weeks to complete, every day, 5-6 pounds would waste away from his ever depleting body whilst conversely her physique effortlessly swelled, her muscles filling out with the same 5-6 pounds that he was losing daily. Day by day she was also gathering all the strength and energy which came with wielding such a supremely enhanced physique. She was giddy and bouncing with energy for 20 hours a day now as she smashed PRs in all her lifts, runs and lap times in the pool while perfecting her poses every time she came across a mirror. She also crammed in as much housework as she could, cooking and cleaning up after the two of them since during this time of transference Ant’s body was so depleted of strength and drained of energy that he struggled to cook and eat and take care of himself. During a two week spell of abstinence (imposed by the nature of this powerful spell in progress, as much as by their old competition day/week superstitions) their going up to bed together had become adorably innocent. Ant had fallen asleep on the couch every night this week, and Cheryl had lifted and carried him upstairs to bed before tucking him in tightly before staying up for a further 8 hours to digest her many physics texts by the bedside lamp, studying in preparation for her master’s thesis next year.

Cheryl and Ant did their best not to get photographed like this, side by side, in their swimmers, in the naked light of day. If this picture found its way onto social media to be compared by friends and family against photos from Ant’s last bodybuilding meet only last month, where their weights and physiques were visibly reversed, it may raise suspicions. They hoped that anyone who took such an inquisitive interest would just believe the couple were incredibly good at cutting and bulking upon considerably short notice. Her forearms were thicker than the densest circumference around the flat, depleted bicep and triceps of his arm. Her hips and butt were wider than his shoulders.

One thing that the couple could never definitively decide on was who gets to go on top during their love making sessions.  Even at her usual weight, Cheryl had enough heft in her hips to flip him over and mount him if she moved deftly enough to catch him off guard and off balance while they “sex-wrestled.” But at her current strength and weight, with all his borrowed strength and muscle at her disposal, it wasn’t even up for discussion as to who was in charge in bed. She would be pinning him down and having her hot and sweaty way with him at every chance she got this weekend. She would try to keep her vantage point on top of the pile in copulation for as long as possible throughout the course of the following two weeks when the spell was broken and the couple’s bodies slowly restored to their natural balance. Meanwhile Ant would keep himself excited during this glut of passion by imagining that making her come each time was what was gradually restoring his strengthening body back to all of its muscular, masculine glory.

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Twin sisters

By: Canvasnap

Victoria and Fern always gave me goosebumps! In high school, it was impossible to find one without the other being close by, one could say they were inseparable! Even when I went out with Fern, I had to make a space for Vicki in my back seat, as I knew she'd want to come along too!

It was just one of those things, I had to accept if I wanted to date either one of them. You see they were two of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. But the one thing that stuck out about them was they're super strength! Their dad had done some bodybuilding in his earlier years and wanted to do some wrestling, in fact, that's how he met their mother.

She was a championship wrestler on the women's circuit and would take on all comers, just to make some extra money according to Fern. When she showed me some pictures of her mom, twisting her dad up into a pretzel I laughed out loud because I said; “How can some supposedly strong man let such a small woman, bend him up like that without a fight?”

But Fern managed to convinced me rather quickly, her mom was really capable of it, by doing the same thing to me!

“Alright! I give! Uncle! Uncle!”

“Okay sweetheart but next time, I won't be so easy on you.” Fern chuckled as she pulled me close.

As time went on, I sort of fell in love with her but her heart was elsewhere, she and Vicki were dedicated to their bodybuilding and I was put on the back burner. Vicki, on the other hand, was not quite as dedicated as Fern was. As you can see from above, her biceps are smaller than her sister's but make no mistake, she was just as strong as Fern!

A slow dance with Vicki, was sort of a nightmare because when she held me close, it became an effort to keep breathing! Turns out I was the only one to dance with her, all the other guys would run away. When graduation day came, I was very sad, in comparison to the other seniors, because I knew I would lose my twins to some college back east.

Along with their magnificent bodies, they had brains! Vicki helped me with math and Fern taught ME chemistry, not my chem teacher, Mrs. Fitzpatrick. She was always amazed at how much the girls knew about the subject.

As the summer came to a close and the girls would be heading out in the next day or so, Vicki gave me a special gift; she let me spend one final night with her! At first it was a little awkward but we eventually figured it out, it seems that math wasn't the only thing she was good at!

Looking at her, one would never figure her for a sex kitten but man was she ever! Good thing I liked those energy bars because she was like a hungry wolf as she ravaged me like a juicy bone! But it felt soooo good! And that next morning, when I was doing my chores around the house for mom, my whole body felt like it had been used as a tackling dummy for the Varsity football team.

At the train station, I received one kiss from each of them, a midst my tears and as the train slowly sped away, I felt lost because a piece of me went with them. Literally! Vicki ripped my shirt off and Fern took my pants, leaving me almost naked on the platform!  Brats!