Solomon's "The Perfume" continued

[Historian]

Introduction: Several years ago, I received permission from Solomon, one of the founding giants of Internet FMG, to continue some of his stories. I've finally gotten around to doing so. The first three chapters are Solomon's original work; the chapters after that are mine.

Standard disclaimer: Those of you who are fanfiction readers are probably familiar with the acronym "PWP?". This stands for "Plot? What Plot?", and is usually applied to erotic fanfiction. Well, my work tends to be "TPEOAAEFFMG"; i.e. "The Plot Exists Only As An Excuse For Female Muscle Growth". I warn you now, don't expect deep characterization or complex plots. With me, it's all about the growth.


The Perfume [Part 1]

By Solomon

Jimmy, 17, locked his bedroom door and closed his Venetian blinds. He was not going to be disturbed today. Not now. Not with what he had inside his coat.

He unzipped the coat and the magazine fell out onto the floor. Hands trembling with guilty anticipation, Jimmy reread the cover -- Tall Hard Bodies -- and almost drooled over the picture: a statuesque, elegantly muscled blonde wearing daisy dukes and a ridiculously-tight black halter top which bunched her artificial but still lovely cleavage up close to her neck. Jimmy ripped the magazine from its plastic shell and immediately began to flip through it, eagerly perusing each picture. Tall, strong and naked women. Some flexing. Some...relaxing. Oddly, a part of Jimmy wished that they were still wearing a little clothing, or at least shreds of clothing they had 'outgrown.' But he still enjoyed the magazine. Much. The pages of the magazine were perfumed, as usual, but it was an uncanny aroma, and left Jimmy a little lightheaded. But still very...able.

About a half-hour later, there was a knock at the door. Jimmy hid the incriminating magazine and opened the door. And there were Julie, his 15 year-old sister, and her friend Cindy. Her gorgeous friend Cindy. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Cindy was wearing a white blouse and jeans, which Jimmy took ample view of -- discreetly, of course.

'Can we borrow your Collective Soul c.d.?' Julie droned. Jimmy complied and they left to his sister's room. Jimmy was still picturing Cindy in his still slightly dazed mind when he returned to his picture book. God, he thought, she would look great like this. And if she wanted me...

There was another knock at the door. Grunting, Jimmy hid away the magazine again and opened it. It was Cindy again.

'Hi,' he said.

She had a peculiar expression. Very content. Almost...stoned, although Jimmy knew she couldn't be. Cindy was not that type of girl. And that perfume she was
wearing...it smelled so familiar...

'Hi,' she whispered and entered the room. And closed the door behind her.

'What's up?' asked Jimmy.

'Your sister's downstairs helping your mom out with some things and...I thought we could be alone.'

Jimmy's heart raced. What was this? Was this for real? Was he dreaming?!

'Do you find me attractive?' she asked.

Jimmy nodded. He could not speak.

'I knew you did. I want to make you happy, Jimmy.'

And she tilted her head back and let out a huge breath.

Something seemed different about her suddenly. She seemed...bigger somehow. She had been about six inches shorter than Jimmy, but now she had to be at most three. And sure enough, her clothes look tighter on her body. Her breasts -- what breasts! -- were closely outlined by her white blouse. Her legs, long, were defined in the tight jeans, which now only ran down to a little below her knees. And there seemed to be muscles there, across her legs, strong and hard muscles that couldn't have been there before.

'Touch me, Jimmy.'

And she grabbed his hands and pressed them against her soft breasts. He could feel her nipples playfully poking at his palms through her blouse. And then she ran his hands up across her shoulders. Were those muscles? His hands traveled further, down her arms. Her hard biceps. He squeezed them and shuddered. They were powerful! Since when did Cindy...

Her growth had drawn her blouse out of her jeans, and Jimmy could now see her hardening, incredible stomach muscles. He reached forward and ran his fingers across their stony hills. She was now a few inches taller than Jimmy, and still growing. Her breasts, which must have swelled at least one cup size, were putting tremendous strain on the front of her blouse. And her rounding, strong shoulders were threatening the same to the sleeve seams. Gaps appeared between the taut-drawn buttons of her blouse, and Jimmy could see glimpses of wonderful breasts, confined within a white lace bra matching her underpants.

Cindy flexed her arms and watched her forearm muscles burst open the cuffs of her blouse. 'Oh yes,' she muttered, gently rocking in ecstasy. Jimmy looked up at her. She had to be almost seven feet tall now, and showed no signs of slowing. She was more beautiful than any of the women in the magazine!

The magazine...?

Her jeans screamed as the side seams split open along her ballooning thighs and calves. Two buttons from her blouse tumbled forward at Jimmy as her chest increased ever more in width and...depth. The fabric across her back and shoulders split open on her massive muscles. She was crossing the eight foot mark now. Her blouse fell off her body and travelled the growing distance to Jimmy's carpeted floor. Cindy flexed out her arms and inhaled deeply and her chest filled up and pressed against her weakening brassiere. The shoulder straps and front both ripped open at the same time, and it too fell away, revealing to Jimmy a pair of amazing, large, firm breasts, and an incredible chest. Her jeans had also fallen away, and her underpants were fraying along her thick, wonderful legs.

'Oh, Jimmy!' She was less than a foot from his ceiling. She flexed again and grabbed?

Jimmy and squeezed him into her substantial, bare bosom. Jimmy came again, automatically.

'Save some of that for me!' Cindy cried, and reached down and tore open the front of his jeans as if it were tissue paper and, lifting him like he was a doll, brought his erect penis into her now naked, wet vagina. Jimmy trembled in sweaty paradise.

And then, the inevitable knock at his door.

'Hey, Cindy? You in there?' It was Jimmy's sister, Julie!

Jimmy fell to the floor and looked up at Cindy. Her brow furrowed; she looked confused. Suddenly, she shrank. Rapidly. Her size and massive strength just vanished as she quickly returned to her normal 5'6'' height. She looked down at Jimmy with a look of utter bafflement, as if she had total amnesia and was absolutely lost. Then she looked down at her pile of clothes.

'Cindy?' Julie called again.

Cindy picked up her bra and tried to put it on, to absolutely no avail. She looked to Jimmy for help. Jimmy immediately got up and ran to his closet and took out the first t-shirt and jeans he could find. They would be big on her, but they were better than what she was wearing now! He tossed them to her and she put them on. He also found an old pair of sneakers that she were only a little big on her.

Finally, after kicking her shredded clothes under the bed, and putting on a new pair of jeans, Jimmy opened the door.

'Cindy, what's going on?'

'Julie, I can explain...' Jimmy began.

'It's a long story,' Cindy replied. 'And it's definitely not what it looks like. Definitely.'

'Definitely,' Jimmy repeated.

'Okay...' Julie said, and she and Cindy left. Jimmy closed the door and sat on his bed and picked up the magazine.