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🕑 Added 2022-03-20 13:11:41 +0000 UTCAmy took a deep breath as she approached the office. She didn't WANT to see a therapist, particularly not a new one, but her dreams were starting to become a problem. It had started some weeks ago, she'd been a jungle tribeswoman in a fantasy world, fighting off dragons for her tribe and returning with gold... and servants.... but she was more interested in the other tribeswomen.
When she woke up, she was soaked in sweat... and some other fluids too, apparently having gotten rather wet downstairs from the dream. She wrote it off as a bit of fun at the time, but the dream kept recurring. Every night she was back in the jungle... but what was more, the dream kept ESCALATING.
Her dream self kept getting bigger. STRONGER. More status. Dream Amy had gone from a six foot warrior to an eight foot goddess capable of ripping apart manticores bare handed, and her tribe's shaman and chief had started lining up to suck a tit each.
And every time Amy woke up she was more soaked than the last time. She never felt tired, no matter how much evidence there was of her having just cum her brains out, but it was starting to be a hydration issue.
Plus her dreamself was running out of ways to improve and Amy felt nervous about what would happen if it ended.
So she cleaned herself up and went to talk to Dr. Taylor about it. Wondering if it meant anything.
...Aside from the obvious, that was. Amy was short. She knew she was short. She'd hit five feet tall in her early teens and decided to stay there forever. Her body said 'nah I've got more important stuff to work on' and stopped.
Granted her body had done a good job WITH that other stuff, Amy's skin was clear even through her teen years, and now it practically glowed. Her long blonde hair was soft and shiny, and her tits were a pair of perky Ds. She looked great and she knew it.
It's what had her confused about having such fantasies of being so much... more. She was already gorgeous enough to be unfair. Should she really be... that?
Doctor Dani Taylor listened as Amy described her dreams, and the therapist took copious notes in her elegant handwriting, her fountain pen making soft scritching sounds on the notepad. She sat in an overstuffed chair, wearing an elegant sweater set, skirt, and gleaming black knee high boots with four inch heels. Her ponytail almost matched Amy’s own but looked far more prim on the doctor. She gazed at Amy over her glasses and asked her about everything she could remember about the dreams. Suckling smaller women. Uprooting and tearing apart trees. Smashing massive boulders with a single punch. She nodded, pursing her glossy lips as Amy gave a torrent of details when asked, her recollection of them was shocking in how complete it was. As if she was recounting actual memories and not the typically hazy images of a dream. Looking away from her notes she smiled at Amy. "You said that when you wake up, you've often orgasmed in bed, and those lead to far more substantial fluid release than what's normal for you during masturbation?" she asked, her face completely serious She had long ago learned that when asking anything about a patient's sex life was okay, provided she remained clinical and detached in how she asked. This usually minimized patient discomfort.
"A LOT more," Amy admitted. "I mean, some of it is definitely still sweat, but I noticed that it doesn't always have to be directly from the dream, either..." Amy blushed a little before plowing through it, she wasn't promiscuous, per se, but she very rarely hid her body or her habits with any kind of shame.
"I tried masturbating to a memory of the dream and actually found that I produced more even then, I've never exactly been 'restrained' down there but just the thought of being back in that world turned me into a squirter..."
Dani continued with taking notes clinically, but cracked a small smile at the use of the word squirter but then scribbled some more. There were two soft sounds as she underlined something twice. "So when you manipulate yourself to orgasm while thinking about the dream and the events in it, you experience far more vaginal lubrication and wetness than when simply using your typical sexual fantasies?" she asked, her pen poised. She was already thinking of a few small experiments to try…
"I experience more everything, kinda..." Amy nodded, "It feels like I'm slipping there or she's slipping here or... something! I started trying to workout a while after the dreams started, and admittedly that might be helping my libido too since I have made decent progress and in general feeling a lot healthier, but it doesn't feel like normal 'gym lust' or whatever that is, like when I work out I actually feel disassociated from the experience somehow."
Dani started a new heading in her notes, ‘Gym/Workout.’ "When you say decent progress can you kind of explain what that means?" she asked. "Just...help me understand how you feel the dreams and your workouts are connected," she said, not pausing her note writing for even a moment. . Jutting down a series of experiments under the heading ‘Inner Amazon?’
"Well when I started I did it slow, right? Stuff like ten pound weights and all the usual newbie things? But it's only been a couple weeks and I'm up to 25. I know supposedly that's just how warming up works but I still wanted to be a little proud of myself, I can't though when I know how much stronger I -should- be." Amy said before covering her mouth, thinking the last thought through again.
Ann pursed her glossy lips. "Going up multiple sizes in two just weeks feels very, very impressive to me, though I admit I'm not a sports medicine expert," she said, as she recorded the growth in her notes. She glanced over at the petite, beautiful blonde. "And is that the level you're at now? 25 pound dumbbells?" she asked.
"I... guess..." Amy said, clearly not overly willing to admit her 'weakness' out loud.
Dani chewed her cheek, nodding. It would take a fool to miss that Amy was unhappy because she wasn't lifting more. She scribbled more and then paused before jotting down ‘Strength lust?’. "I want to try something. A few small little experiments. Would that be alright with you, Amy?" she asked, setting her notes aside and pulling open a desk drawer.
"Sssure?" Amy said, not really sure what to expect. She had come here without much of a plan, just an awareness in her subconscious that she should be working on something, approaching something. Admittedly getting RID of that had been the idea, but some part of her liked the word 'experiments.'
Doctor Taylor took a stethoscope from her drawer and stood, towering over her patient at 6'1". It wasn’t a tool she typically used in psychiatry, but looking more doctor like carried its own uses. She walked over and crouched slowly, boots squeaking tightly over her calves as she crossed the room. She placed the stethoscope's two ends in her ears and then placed the bell on Amy's chest over her heart. "Amy, I want you to think about walking into a gym. It's full of huge musclebound men. One of them, the biggest, is lifting a huge dumbbell," she said, her voice soft and smooth. "And you walk up to him and PLUCK it out of his hands and lift it over your head with one arm. It's very easy," she said softly. "So very easy for you."
"Naturally..." Amy said after a moment, clearly getting into the idea. It took her a moment to get used to the stethoscope, and a moment more to figure out what the idea behind the experiment was, but she quickly closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply. To Dani's surprise, her heart rate almost immediately started plummeting. But Amy was still mostly alert, clearly reacting, she hadn't fallen asleep... her heart rate was just... lower... as if it was beating for a slightly more athletic girl.
Dani's eyebrows shot up. Lower. MUCH lower. In fact it was dropping to maybe one beat per minute. But she was alert, awake, and looking expectantly at the doctor. Incredible. "He stands up. He's angry. He's humiliated. You look up at him. And slowly, smoothly, you begin bending the huge weight, Amy. The steel is thick. It's protesting.The creak and whine is very loud. Everyone can hear it. Everyone is looking at you, now." She moved the stethoscope a bit on the younger woman's chest.
Amy began to grin, her eyes slightly glassy as her muscles twitched. Dani found her stethoscope got caught between the blonde's tits. Her D-cups seemed just a little higher and thicker, nipples rock hard and sticking out of her T-shirt, ignoring her bra almost entirely. Even the pec muscles behind them seemed just a little more heavily swollen, more flexed, like a fresh pump ran through them.
It took a moment for Dani to realize that Amy had fallen into a hypnotic state and one of the notes she had written flashed to the forefront of her mind ‘Strength-induced fugue state?’ The fantasy itself had placed her in a highly suggestible state. Dani gently tugged on the stethoscope as Amy smiled a beautiful little smile, eyes glassy and unfocused. There was a tremor in her body and a loud CRUNCH as her pecs leaped larger and crushed the stethoscope’s bell between them. The doctor gasped and gently tugged the mangled thing from within the chest as Amy's breathing grew deeper. Huskier. It was mouth-breathing and somehow sensual, as if arousal was growing as well. The doctor stood and stepped back, watching in amazement. No. Don't stop! YOU have to keep going, she told herself. The momentary doubt already banished, she counted the scene. "The steel bends so easily. It was made by men. But you're far stronger than men. They look at you in awe and fear. You smile and lift the U-shaped bar over the man and around him. The steel screams as you bend it and now twist the ends, trapping him in it. And when you let go he tumbles to the floor, the weights far too heavy for him."
Amy was unmistakably growing. Genuinely, visibly growing. Her ass expanded in the chair, pushing against the armrests as they sank into a tiny bit of plush fat. Her tits grew out, quickly hitting and then passing double ds, raising her shirt into more of a crop top. But that was all of her that was soft. Raw muscle was forming over all the rest of her. Her rising shirt revealed the beginnings of abs along her midriff, her jeans stretched taut over thickening thighs, her arms changed from slender and feminine to undeniably muscular before the doctor's very eyes.
The room grew warmer and Dani felt her lips go dry as she watched. There was a soft hiss as Amy's hair grew thicker, longer a magnificent mane suitable for...for an Amazon, something deep in her brain helpfully supplied. There were soft whines as Amy's hands on the arm rests of the chair gripped and deformed the leather and the steel frame under it. She was just...the mass was generating out of nowhere! How? HOW? Dani's scientific brain was rebelling but she also knew, based on the dreams that she'd written down, that the Amazon destroyed weak people. Poachers and soldiers were slaughtered in the dream. "Amy," she said quickly. She had to act while the girl was in this state. Amy look up at me. Look at me."
"Of course shaman, are you well?" Amy said politely... but in a very unfamiliar voice. Her pitch had gotten much lower, the entire effect of her voice husky, breathy, and a little arousing. Her tone, though, changed in a different way, becoming much more confident, businesslike... and demanding. Amy looked at the doctor but her eyes were clearly still glazed, seeing something far away... and her body was still growing, GROANING in defiance of all sense as her jeans began to split.
The voice was sooo deep and rich and Ann felt heat and dampness grow in her black satin panties under her skirt. It was like having an amorous tiger looking at her. "Y-you will adore me and treat me as something to care for and protect with your tremendous strength," she said quickly as the growth continued, Amy's jeans starting to split apart with noisy rips. "My happiness is very important to you!" she said, as a rich scent of honey and wildflowers...exotic jungle flowers...seemed to fill her office as Amy looked up at her even as her shoulders swelled and arms thickened and with a noisy rip, her bra gave up the struggle.
"All the tribe is important to me, but as you wish, shaman." Amy responded, bowing her head slightly and running afoul of her own increasingly massive chest. The more she grew the more her shirt bunched up, and Amy took the moment to simply rip straight through the cotten, tearing her top off and letting her bra flutter to the ground as her now G-cup chest stood perfectly perky in defiance of gravity. "I will treat you as any daughter too young still to fight."
Ann felt arousal crash through her at the sight of Amy's new form, her abs literally thickening as she stared, growing more pronounced. She was almost out of time. She could sense the transformation was nearing its end and Amy's mind would return to normal and she would have a LOT of explaining to do to the new Amazon. "Amy...when you hear me say the words "I think you can grow even bigger", you will gain...." she paused, scrambling for a number and then realizing that she had no idea how they were measured. "You will gain another...10 percent of your mass. And equivalent strength."
"A perfect spell to repay me..." Amy's amazon self grinned as she began to fade out, the trance slowly wearing thin as Amy's clothes could say the same. Her jeans had popped in several places, great rips showing perfect, creamy skin taught over massive muscles that could crush a bowling ball or worse. Her panties had stretched out into a thong, caught up on her first layer of obliques and rising out of her pants to highlight the now eight pack abs. Pheromones hung around her as thick as a cloud, making the office smell like a combination of deep rain forest and a lesbian orgy, a temptation for the doctor to fall into a trance herself...
Dani sat down heavily at her desk, the chair rocking a tad side to side as she beheld what Amy had become. What Amy had become was something out of a comic book. Or legend. A massively busty, massively muscular, massively beautiful blonde woman filled the chair and looked back at the doctor as the spell faded and she blinked back to present awareness. "Jesus," Dani whispered. Because it was very real. This was not a dream.
Amy came back to reality and briefly shook her head, her massive mane of shining gold flapping about her shoulders as she blinked. "Huh, y'know? I think I do feel better just having shared it with somebody!" Amy's voice was still as thickly sexual as her amazon self had been, but the light, flirty tone of her modern day counterpart was back. "Thanks doc! You're pretty good at this, cute too!" Amy pushed an arm against the armrest and it snapped, leaving her to smile awkwardly before standing up. "Sorry, guess I'm getting chubby," she laughed, standing topless in the office as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
The steel arm had bent slowly down and was totally sheared apart. And yet, Amy showed no awe or disbelief. She merely played it off as being a bit heavy. ENORMOUS breasts jutted out, crowned by perfectly round areolas capped with bullet-thick, beautiful nipples. Despite their immense size and obvious weight, there was no sag to her breasts at all. They sneered at gravity from atop massive pectoral slabs. And she didn't seem to notice or care. Dani licked her lips and shook her head. It was astonishing. "Oh, you...you think you're a bit chubby?" she asked, finding her voice.
"No... I guess I just screwed up your chair then, I was trying to play it off with humility. I'll fix it, then." Amy bent down to the chair and grabbed the steel arm, finding the jagged metal part where it was supposed to connect and SQUEEZING, hard, putting a palm on either side and rubbing them together fast enough to become a red blur. When Amy withdrew her hands, they were still glowing with heat... and the chair was fixed. "I know I'm a healthy weight! Exactly 15% bodyfat in exactly the two standard storage places ever since I was a teen."
The superhuman usage of her strength captivated Ann due to how instantaneous and instinctual it was. Almost absent mindedly she took her pen and wrote ‘Dreams = instruction manual/primer?’ in her notes. She didn't even hesitate. She lifted the steel arm and crumpled it like soft clay in her grip and then began moving her hands at blinding speed. The steel went red and then white hot and then was smeared...literally SMEARED by her bare hands. And then she was done. "I...y-yeah, I...yes you...your weight is certainly healthy," she managed to choke out.
Amazon Shortstack "Thanks!" Amy said and then paused awkwardly, "Ah, sorry! I'm wasting your time, aren't I? I can't actually remember why I came in here. Did I say anything weird?" Amy seemed idly curious.
"Ah, just...you..." she paused, realizing that some sort of short term amnesia had occurred with the transformation. "You talked about how much you enjoy using your strength and..." she paused, then took a deep breath and played her hand. "...and confessed to feeling some affection for me, which was very....I found it flattering. And quite....charming. No, more than charming. I liked hearing it very much."
"Oh! That's good," Amy nodded, "I didn't remember how you reacted, but if you're into it wanna go on a date after this?" She asked conversationally. "I promise I've got more than just the one hobby! I just lead with my strongest foot, although the strength talk was only half flirting. I am seriously addicted to pushing my body. It's been a real problem lately since I don't get a workout from much these days!"
It was fascinating! She'd actually altered and created new memories during the transformation! She was a completely different Amy. Dani leaned back in her chair. A test. "Oh? What's the....uh...I mean how strong ARE you, then?" she asked, trying to sound conversational.
"Yyyyyyes?" Amy answered tentatively, holding her arm up to her face and flexing it almost experimentally, like she was trying to measure something. The peak of her bicep just rose and rose, passing twenty inches even on her tiny frame with no trouble at all and continuing to rise. She relaxed it a moment and then put a penny on top, flexing it between her bicep and forearm and visibly flattening it. "Just gonna go with yes right now."
The penny was squished like a souvenir. Fascinatingly, Amy didn't treat it as amazing or any sort of impressive feat. To her, it was a small thing to do to answer Dani's request. "That's very impressive," the doctor murmured, her voice hoarse with awe and excitement as the petite but massive younger woman lowered her arm.
"Sure, I guess!" Amy said in a friendly tone before considering, "Not much of an answer though, hey if you really want to figure it out we could make it a science date and try to swing by the gym?" Amy asked tentatively, noting how the doctor hadn't actually agreed to go with her yet, "If I'm training for you I could probably go even further!"
"I think the gym might be a bit easy for you. But....." she paused. "Wherever we go," she said, standing up and walking toward the only actual Amazon on the planet, "I'm sure we'll have a pretty wonderful time," she smiled, keeping her eyes on Amy's face and NOT on her jaw-dropping body.
"Awesome!" Amy lunged forward and pulled the doctor into a hug, pushing her head between those massive breasts. Despite all their strength, up close like this they still felt undeniably soft. Amy coughed and let her go, "Right, later, well should I work out the itenerary, then, surprise you with all my favorite haunts?"
Dani was 6'1" and was YANKED down deliberately, head mashed to the enormous bust. It was a clear choice on Amy's part to embrace her this way. "You have favorite haunts?" she asked a bit breathlessly as she straightened up again. The idea that Amy already had favorite places to go to in her Amazon form was shocking to her. But she was still trying to think clinically.
"Sure, wanna go now?" Amy asked, eyes twinkling.
Dani couldn't resist. She had to know this was real. She plucked the heavy steel stapler off her desk. She felt it in her hand. Cold. Dense. Solid. She squeezed it. Her knuckles whitened but the thing didn't yield in the slightest. She chewed her cheek and then turned and handed it to Amy to clutch in one petite, graceful hand. "Can you crush that with a squeeze? Are you able to do that?" she asked. Frankly she wasn't sure because she didn't really know just how mighty Amy had become when she'd gained 300 pounds of mega dense, mega curvy muscle.
Amy just smirked, closing the still slender, well manicured fingers of her hand, carefully keeping the nails away from the steel as she SQUEEZED... the stapler snapping cleanly in half. Then, to drive the point home, Amy took half the stapler and slipped it into her cleavage, pushing it all the way to the back as she pumped her pecs... before squeezing them together, the rock hard muscle behind all that softness alone able to crush it even further, a cascade of sharp staplers and metal shrapnel sweeping down her alabaster skin leaving it unblemished.
And just like that, it was real. In the space of time it took to turn the steel and plastic desk accessory into utter ruin with first her hand and then, good God, with her enormous bust, Dani understood that this was really happening. That Amy had become something impossible and yet utterly real. As impossible as a myth but as real as the desk behind her. She licked her lips and found them bone-dry, tongue rasping over the gloss. Fascinating the psychologist more than the brutal superstrength and the physical changes were the mental ones, the new incarnation of Amy having memories of a life she hadn't lived. And yet to her, it was as real as her hand in front of her face. "Well, that looked easy," Ann managed to smile though she felt dizzy with shock and arousal, the petite woman being awesomely attractive to her.
"Well yeah it's just a stapler," Amy agreed with a nod. "I'd make a really bad joke here about 'showing you something hard' later in the evening but I try to be at least a LITTLE classier than that." Amy stuck her tongue out teasingly. "Besides, I'm a girl, I don't have anything on me that gets hard." The minizon said in brazen defiance of what her body was doing, what it was showing off to her baffled therapist. Those abs had just deflected shrapnel untensed, and with Dani's gaze now upon them it became clear that Amy simply breathing in and out resulted in showier undulations of muscle mass than some bodybuilders could manage at contest time.
The doctor stared at the shorter woman. Who was now swollen with muscle and curves befitting a horny comic book artist's wildest dreams. She was absurdly glamorous and beautiful and yet it was balanced with immense muscles, beautifully defined and well, feminine. That was the odd part, Dani thought. She never, ever would have imagined so much muscle to be feminine and yet on Amy, who acted as if she'd always looked like this, they looked delightfully feminine. This was a woman who could lift a dumptruck, but do it in a sensational minidress and four inch heels. Dani recovered enough from her shock to smile a bit and murmur "I'm really, really not supposed to date my patients. And it sounds like you're asking me out on a date." Of course she was going to go. Good God, she HAD to go Because LOOK AT THAT WOMAN! Look at what she DID. And it wasn't just that she'd crushed a stapler in two with a squeeze of her hand and then ground it into ruin with her CLEAVAGE. It was that she'd done it all so easily. So absurdly, laughably easily.
"Yes. Very unsubtly. Please date me. If you're worried about an ethics thing I don't have to qualify as a patient! I mean this was the first visit and as far as I know we never got around to doing anything." As far as Amy knew, yes.
"You could just say that the little ball of girl power who wandered into your office was here to pick you up for after work!" The strangest part of Amy was how little she had changed, not how much. Some of Dani's younger patients might refer to her as a 'gremlin'. A very forward, dorky, energetic and demanding sort of girl. Her curves could make a supermodel quit in shame, and her face had a bright and effortlessly glamorous look to it that makeup companies would kill for, but to her mind she was just... like that.
Dani was never, ever going to NOT date this goddess-girl who'd walked into her office for help with dream interpretation and been transformed into a staggering muscle packed bombshell with a bit of deft hypnosis. Hell, Amy wasn't being subtle about voicing her attraction and desires and Dani found that both validating and fascinating, realizing that the woman possessing muscles like those and capable of feats of tremendous superhuman strength didn't NEED to be subtle. And probably wasn't used to being indirect. "I'd love to go out with you," she smiled, making a mental note to destroy Amy's patient file and her notes immediately after the smaller woman left. Well shorter, Amy wasn't small. Not in her curves nor her muscle mass and definition.
"Perfect!" The minizon seemed genuinely pleased, smiling brightly and touching the doctor's shoulder before withdrawing politely. "I'll pick you up at seven! Later!"
Amy just left, secure in her goal and oblivious to the world... right down to her own complete lack of top. On Amy's way out the doctor heard an alarmed yell... and several much louder pleased hoots, but the swolestack didn't come back, and when the doctor checked she WAS down an office plant.
