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Tags: muscle growth, height growth, breast expansion
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Author's note: This story is a direct sequel to 'Building Brand' by Lingster , which was released in July 2000—yes, twenty years ago. This was completed with the original author's permission, and I HIGHLY recommend reading part one (see description) before this. Partly because it's a good story, and also because parts of the story may not make sense otherwise. Due to NSFdA content, you can find the full story (as well as a link to the original story) at my website .

Ryan was thinking about his dick.

Unlike every other part of him, Ryan's penis had not shrunk after having the best sex of his life with Barb. Instead, it remained at the slightly enlarged size it had gotten to after two doses of Buck Studley's Hunk Cream. He didn't know why it had stayed that way, but he was grateful. He wanted to take a picture, but didn't like the idea of someone developing a picture of his dick.If only I could take a picture of my dick with one of those new digital cameras, he thought to himself.Like, a dick pic. He chuckled out loud. Man, what an awful idea.

In the passenger seat in front of Ryan, Uva Zamnouptolous was captivated by her boobs. While ludicrously impractical, her P-cups were also magnificent in both size and shape. She appreciated how she had less back pain than before she'd grown, her enlarged breasts nearly weightless thanks to her enhanced strength. I could make a fortune with these, she thought. If only I could widely disseminate pictures of my boobs to the internet without having to manage a website. If some type of vast, interconnected 'social network' actually existed, it would help immensely.

Despite trying to keep her focus on the road, Tara could not take her mind off her arms. Thick, bulging muscle shifted under her skin as she drove. She'd benched 145 pounds following her first growth spurt, and her arms were nearly twice as large now. I wonder if I could tear a phone book in half, she thought. There has to be a trick to it, but how could I find it? What would be handy would be a repository of user-created videos, but no such thing exists in the year 2000. And, even if it did, given the inevitable rise of mobile phones, how much longer would references to phone books—let alone phone books themselves—have any cultural relevance whatsoever? Tara groaned in frustration.

"Tara, chill. You're going to bend my steering wheel."

"Sorry!" Tara loosened her grip. "I'm just a little tense.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Sure. We can start with: my brother accidentally dosed me with magic muscle cream, which grew my best friend and me into She-Hulks with massive cans."

"You could just say 'She-Hulks.'"

"So, naturally, my brother then had sex with said monster, shrinking himself to muppet-size and growing her into an out-of-control sex behemoth who is probably growing even bigger as we speak."

"Thanks for the recap, but I was being sarcastic. Focus on the road."

"—and now I'm driving out to the middle of nowhere in a car that is WAAAAY too expensive than I have any business driving."

Uva sighed. "Well, with my boobs too big for me to reach the steering wheel and Ryan unable to see over it, you're our only choice."

"Tara, stop sign!" Ryan yelled from the back. Tara slammed on the brakes. "Stop staring at your arms and keep your eyes on the road!" Ryan's voice cracked, and both girls stifled a laugh. He straightened up the most he could, hoping to get them to take him somewhat seriously. It seemed the longer he remained the size of a child, the more they treated him like one.

While Ryan certainly wanted to grow back his original height, the idea of being surrounded by tall women for the rest of his life certainly intrigued him. Even though they weren't remotely as big as Barb's, Tara's arms were more impressive than any others he'd seen in person. He'd given up not staring, having justified it in his mind as they weren't really his sister's arms, and she'd be giving them back soon. It wasn't much, but given the ludicrousness of the scenario, he was willing to look past quite a bit.

"Are you staring at your sister's arms again?" Uva teased. "I sure hope that's jealousy in your eyes."

"Shut up!" Ryan said, pouting.

"Don't worry, Tara. With that dick of his, it would be incredibly obvious if it weren't jealousy."

"Gross!" Tara shouted. "Uva, jeez. How can you even be joking right now?"

"First: you haven't even met my uncle and aunt. They'll have a solution for this." Uva turned on the radio, "And second: what do you hear?"

"That new hit release by Santana and Rob Thomas."

"Exactly. No breaking news or emergency broadcast system. Barb isn't fifty feet tall and rampaging. She's probably still at your place sunbathing. Yes, I realize that's on the list of things not to do, but—I don't know, it's something."

I guess you have a point," Tara said.

"You know her better than I do, what do you think she's doing?"

"I have a pretty good idea."

Her inner horny beast satiated, Barb climbed up from the broken wood chair and stood to her full 7'8" height. Thrilled by her new body, Barb turned to check out her reflection in the sliding glass patio door. The height she'd added had given her more space to pack muscle onto her frame. She rubbed a soccer-ball-sized bicep, the muscle solid as an iron shot put. Her shoulders stretched wider than the door, and the top of the frame reached just above her magnificent breasts. Astounded and slightly intoxicated with her new size and power, she wanted to test the limits of her new strength...but, first, she would need something decent to wear.

Barb remembered seeing a bin of clean workout clothes in the basement. Ducking back inside, she squeezed her way down the stairs to the basement, where the ceiling was even lower than upstairs. She hunched over, grinning at yet another reminder of her incredible stature. Standing two feet taller than Ryan had before he'd shrunk limited Barb's clothing options. She pulled on a pair of his basketball shorts that stretched taut over her colossal thighs, popping several seams. Seeing the discarded sleeves from Tara's earlier sweatshirt mod, Barb followed suit, leaving her with a sleeveless top that stretched taut over her broad chest and displayed the entirety of her washboard abs. With nothing above her breasts visible in the full-length mirror, she leaned down and waved at herself. Hey, you big sexy thing.

She noticed Ryan's measuring tape on the weight bench. Kneeling to give herself clearance, she wrapped the tape around her arm and measured twenty-five inches before she flexed, raising the number to twenty-seven inches. Her arms measured wider than her waist did yesterday! Barb then scanned the weight rack for the heaviest dumbbell she could find. Grabbing a 50-pound weight, she was amazed that it felt as light as a pack of candy. Ryan had left the bench loaded at 145 pounds (which would be bad etiquette in a public gym), and she comfortably curled it with a single arm. "Looks like I need bigger weights!"

Barb recalled how the previous day she'd managed to press out a single rep of her dad's Jeep Wrangler following her initial growth spurt. What was she capable of now? She headed out to the garage, where she found a 1978 Buick town car still on cinder blocks. "Well, that's convenient," she said, drawing closer. "It's like you're just asking to get lifted." With some difficulty, she maneuvered her bulk underneath the car. Applying her hands to the dirty chassis, she pressed upward, the metal machine finally providing her an adequate challenge. Regardless, she powered through rep after rep handling two tons of steel like an actual hydraulic press. Having taxed her strength at fourteen reps, she lowered the car but missed the cinder blocks. Her first impulse was to panic, but the vehicle stopped at the first thing it encountered—her breasts. Barb giggled. I'm holding up a car with my tits!

Managing more scrapes to the car than to herself, Barb emerged from under the vehicle feeling invigorated. She wanted more, and, as she'd learned from her session with Ryan, she preferred an audience. Unlikely to fit in a car, she figured it was about time to go public with her new body. Leaving the garage, she vaulted herself over the six-foot fence, landing in the front yard. Her sneakered feet (Oh, I'm sorry, did I not mention Ryan and Tara's dad won a pair of Shaquille O'Neal's Size 22 shoes at an auction? She's wearing those.) left indentations in the yard where she'd landed. She chugged a mouthful of water before capping the gallon jug and jogging down the road, the sun hot and high in the sky.

Description
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Tags: muscle growth, height growth, breast expansion
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Author's note: This story is a direct sequel to 'Building Brand' by Lingster , which was released in July 2000—yes, twenty years ago. This was completed with the original author's permission, and I HIGHLY recommend reading part one (see description) before this. Partly because it's a good story, and also because parts of the story may not make sense otherwise. Due to NSFdA content, you can find the full story (as well as a link to the original story) at my website .

Ryan was thinking about his dick.

Unlike every other part of him, Ryan's penis had not shrunk after having the best sex of his life with Barb. Instead, it remained at the slightly enlarged size it had gotten to after two doses of Buck Studley's Hunk Cream. He didn't know why it had stayed that way, but he was grateful. He wanted to take a picture, but didn't like the idea of someone developing a picture of his dick.If only I could take a picture of my dick with one of those new digital cameras, he thought to himself.Like, a dick pic. He chuckled out loud. Man, what an awful idea.

In the passenger seat in front of Ryan, Uva Zamnouptolous was captivated by her boobs. While ludicrously impractical, her P-cups were also magnificent in both size and shape. She appreciated how she had less back pain than before she'd grown, her enlarged breasts nearly weightless thanks to her enhanced strength. I could make a fortune with these, she thought. If only I could widely disseminate pictures of my boobs to the internet without having to manage a website. If some type of vast, interconnected 'social network' actually existed, it would help immensely.

Despite trying to keep her focus on the road, Tara could not take her mind off her arms. Thick, bulging muscle shifted under her skin as she drove. She'd benched 145 pounds following her first growth spurt, and her arms were nearly twice as large now. I wonder if I could tear a phone book in half, she thought. There has to be a trick to it, but how could I find it? What would be handy would be a repository of user-created videos, but no such thing exists in the year 2000. And, even if it did, given the inevitable rise of mobile phones, how much longer would references to phone books—let alone phone books themselves—have any cultural relevance whatsoever? Tara groaned in frustration.

"Tara, chill. You're going to bend my steering wheel."

"Sorry!" Tara loosened her grip. "I'm just a little tense.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Sure. We can start with: my brother accidentally dosed me with magic muscle cream, which grew my best friend and me into She-Hulks with massive cans."

"You could just say 'She-Hulks.'"

"So, naturally, my brother then had sex with said monster, shrinking himself to muppet-size and growing her into an out-of-control sex behemoth who is probably growing even bigger as we speak."

"Thanks for the recap, but I was being sarcastic. Focus on the road."

"—and now I'm driving out to the middle of nowhere in a car that is WAAAAY too expensive than I have any business driving."

Uva sighed. "Well, with my boobs too big for me to reach the steering wheel and Ryan unable to see over it, you're our only choice."

"Tara, stop sign!" Ryan yelled from the back. Tara slammed on the brakes. "Stop staring at your arms and keep your eyes on the road!" Ryan's voice cracked, and both girls stifled a laugh. He straightened up the most he could, hoping to get them to take him somewhat seriously. It seemed the longer he remained the size of a child, the more they treated him like one.

While Ryan certainly wanted to grow back his original height, the idea of being surrounded by tall women for the rest of his life certainly intrigued him. Even though they weren't remotely as big as Barb's, Tara's arms were more impressive than any others he'd seen in person. He'd given up not staring, having justified it in his mind as they weren't really his sister's arms, and she'd be giving them back soon. It wasn't much, but given the ludicrousness of the scenario, he was willing to look past quite a bit.

"Are you staring at your sister's arms again?" Uva teased. "I sure hope that's jealousy in your eyes."

"Shut up!" Ryan said, pouting.

"Don't worry, Tara. With that dick of his, it would be incredibly obvious if it weren't jealousy."

"Gross!" Tara shouted. "Uva, jeez. How can you even be joking right now?"

"First: you haven't even met my uncle and aunt. They'll have a solution for this." Uva turned on the radio, "And second: what do you hear?"

"That new hit release by Santana and Rob Thomas."

"Exactly. No breaking news or emergency broadcast system. Barb isn't fifty feet tall and rampaging. She's probably still at your place sunbathing. Yes, I realize that's on the list of things not to do, but—I don't know, it's something."

I guess you have a point," Tara said.

"You know her better than I do, what do you think she's doing?"

"I have a pretty good idea."

Her inner horny beast satiated, Barb climbed up from the broken wood chair and stood to her full 7'8" height. Thrilled by her new body, Barb turned to check out her reflection in the sliding glass patio door. The height she'd added had given her more space to pack muscle onto her frame. She rubbed a soccer-ball-sized bicep, the muscle solid as an iron shot put. Her shoulders stretched wider than the door, and the top of the frame reached just above her magnificent breasts. Astounded and slightly intoxicated with her new size and power, she wanted to test the limits of her new strength...but, first, she would need something decent to wear.

Barb remembered seeing a bin of clean workout clothes in the basement. Ducking back inside, she squeezed her way down the stairs to the basement, where the ceiling was even lower than upstairs. She hunched over, grinning at yet another reminder of her incredible stature. Standing two feet taller than Ryan had before he'd shrunk limited Barb's clothing options. She pulled on a pair of his basketball shorts that stretched taut over her colossal thighs, popping several seams. Seeing the discarded sleeves from Tara's earlier sweatshirt mod, Barb followed suit, leaving her with a sleeveless top that stretched taut over her broad chest and displayed the entirety of her washboard abs. With nothing above her breasts visible in the full-length mirror, she leaned down and waved at herself. Hey, you big sexy thing.

She noticed Ryan's measuring tape on the weight bench. Kneeling to give herself clearance, she wrapped the tape around her arm and measured twenty-five inches before she flexed, raising the number to twenty-seven inches. Her arms measured wider than her waist did yesterday! Barb then scanned the weight rack for the heaviest dumbbell she could find. Grabbing a 50-pound weight, she was amazed that it felt as light as a pack of candy. Ryan had left the bench loaded at 145 pounds (which would be bad etiquette in a public gym), and she comfortably curled it with a single arm. "Looks like I need bigger weights!"

Barb recalled how the previous day she'd managed to press out a single rep of her dad's Jeep Wrangler following her initial growth spurt. What was she capable of now? She headed out to the garage, where she found a 1978 Buick town car still on cinder blocks. "Well, that's convenient," she said, drawing closer. "It's like you're just asking to get lifted." With some difficulty, she maneuvered her bulk underneath the car. Applying her hands to the dirty chassis, she pressed upward, the metal machine finally providing her an adequate challenge. Regardless, she powered through rep after rep handling two tons of steel like an actual hydraulic press. Having taxed her strength at fourteen reps, she lowered the car but missed the cinder blocks. Her first impulse was to panic, but the vehicle stopped at the first thing it encountered—her breasts. Barb giggled. I'm holding up a car with my tits!

Managing more scrapes to the car than to herself, Barb emerged from under the vehicle feeling invigorated. She wanted more, and, as she'd learned from her session with Ryan, she preferred an audience. Unlikely to fit in a car, she figured it was about time to go public with her new body. Leaving the garage, she vaulted herself over the six-foot fence, landing in the front yard. Her sneakered feet (Oh, I'm sorry, did I not mention Ryan and Tara's dad won a pair of Shaquille O'Neal's Size 22 shoes at an auction? She's wearing those.) left indentations in the yard where she'd landed. She chugged a mouthful of water before capping the gallon jug and jogging down the road, the sun hot and high in the sky.