[Fixed Caption] New Desires [Muscle Growth]

You married your thin supermodel girlfriend because you loved her personality, but your secret desire for a bigger built body starting to subtly wear on your relationship. What better way to get what you want, than to make her want it instead? 

You were careful putting in the bluetooth earbuds each night, and removing them before she woke. The earbuds connected to her FitBit and your iphone, and was programmed to play a custom made hypnosis track during her most suggestion-receptive sleep phases. 

And after only a couple nights exposure, she announced that she was going to start going back to the gym, recalling how her manager mentioned an increasing demand in the fitness model sphere. 

After the typical first weeks of floundering, she really honed her routine and diet. Initially didn't really look any different, but whenever you held her in bed she definitely felt more dense, and you really noticed it when you delivered her nightly massage (your anonymously delivered penance for brainwashing her), what was once hard bone and skin was being covered in slabs of thickening muscle. 

After her second month, she looked like she had put on some serious muscle. She was on par with the other fitness models in her field, and had completely migrated her career into the more niche, and more lucrative fitness modeling sector. You were satisfied, she seemed satisfied, and the money was amazing. Content with the fruits of your labour, you decided to stop the nightly hypnotic therapy.

Your sneaky plot was a success! But.. you've never done this before. Do you keep redosing her so she keep her from relapse, or have you done enough? Erring on the side of caution, you decided to keep the routine up. Since when has hypnosis every hurt anyone?

While you were content, she was anything but. Over the past months, what started as a passing desire to get back in shape slowly grew and evolved into a primal drive to grow. Every day her previous passions and desires faded, less interesting, until forgotten before her new obsession: to get bigger. Every motive and action was serving that greater goal, her career and her relationships only worked to serve afford the nutrients to get bigger. She enjoyed the company and humoring her partner, and loved belittling them with her expanding form. Their increasingly diminutive form was the anchor which she used to measure her progress, to get bigger. Bigger. Bigger.

Her drive didn't fade when she matched the size of the other fitness models, or when she surpassed them and started to resemble a soft-skinned bodybuilder. She didn't stop when she surpassed what was previously thought as the biological limit to the amount of muscle that can be housed on a single body, and without pause she continued. The money kept coming, her partner kept massaging, and she kept growing. Bigger. Bigger.