I hope everyone has a super Memorial Day Weekend, I sure plan on it!
Sorry I didn't get our story up Josh. I have it started and will post it after the long weekend.

XOXO Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 18

Previously: Week 17
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

It's been a fun journey but all good things must come to an end. It's time to wrap up "Meg's Growth" so this will be the last chapter. I hope everyone writes in and makes it a great ending. XOXO Meg

I pull up to 125 Pinewood Crescent at precisely 1pm. It looks like an old abandoned warehouse in the run down industrial section of town. I sit in my car for a moment, trying to get up the nerve to go inside.

"C'mon Meg, you can dot it," I say to myself as I turn the engine off and open the car door. What is there to worry about? I'm much stronger now in this new smaller body than I was at my biggest. I feel so unbelievably powerful and it seems to grow by the second. I pull one of my old dented Silver Bullets from my purse and hold it in my hand. A gentle squeeze reduces the titanium device to powder.

What has happened to me? I feel strong enough to throw my car for miles. Did the Myostatin cocktail do this or was it something with Bill's attack & rape? Was it both?

The main entrance is large and full of rust as I finally get out of my car and walk up to it. I hear a creak of the hinges as it slowly open, revealing my old friend Angelo.

"Welcome my Megan. Come inside. We have much to talk about."

Muscle Modeling

My favorite personal photographer is back with some great shots from our latest fashion shoot. Oh, I can't lie, the pictures may have been doctored... a little. Anyway, we hope you enjoy. Thanks to my super sweetie Mav for his awesome morphs.

Meg's Growth: Week 17

Previously: Week 16 Next: Week 18
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

Bill's body is dripping with the largest muscle I've ever seen on a man. I'm getting so turned on, the most I've ever been while on the Myostatin. Control yourself, Meg. This is still Bill Sanders, one of the most vile men I've ever met.

He walks up close to me and I dwarf him by quite a lot. But still, how could he get so big in such a short time. He was always big, but slightly overweight and a little flabby. He's now has rock solid muscle that's larger than any male bodybuilder I've seen.

Andrew and I were the only ones with the formula. Then it comes back and hits me like a brick. The missing Myostatin package!

He looks terrified as he asks for help, but his eyes are glued to my body and I see the enormous bulge in his pants get even bigger. I thought he had an erection we he came in... but it was still his flacid penis. What the hell did he do? The front of Bill's pants grows and stretches until the fabric can't take any more and gives way. My GOD... now that's an erection that would make a horse envious.

Bill pleads, "Help me, please!"

Hiya Everyone!
I can't believe I'm blogging on a Saturday night 'cause I'm staying home this evening. Hard to believe, I know.

It's been a long couple weeks and I haven't really done much here. I want you all to know that I'll be back at it soon, stronger than ever. I also didn't realize that I've had my blog for over a year now. Yay!! I think we've really accomplished a lot in that time.

Everyone's been really great and I've made sooo many friends. Who knew you guys out there liked muscle chicks :) Well, there's females a LOT bigger than me but I don't think they have as much fun on a blog as we do.

All my love,
Meg

Angelo's Gymnasium

How cool is this!! Ben from Area Orion sent me this poster he made of Angelo's Gym. Much different than a morph and I LUV it!

XOXO Meg

Meg's Growth: Week 16

Previously: Week 15 Next: Week 17
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

My movement is really restricted from the enormous muscles and have started a yoga class to help with flexibility. You should have seen the instructor when I walked in with tights clinging to every crevasse of my body. I could barely do the basic poses but was surprised how well my body limbered up after the first class. I think this will be good for, especially with the movie coming up.

I heard back from my agent and they want me to be She-Hulk. I've grown so much since my screen test and I'm not sure if I'm right for the role. I now look bigger than the Hulk! Another problem is that production starts soon and I would need to be on set for the duration. The thought of being away from my new gym frightens me, I guess which is another sign of addiction.

Andrew is starting to get results back from his testing of me and the Myostatin blocker. It seems my genetic code is being re-written, which explains the rapid growth and even the height increase. He said my muscle is becoming much denser than typical tissue which will increase my strength exponentially. I have the innermost desire and need to see how far I can go. I mean, I'm already a few times larger than anyone else on the planet, but I'm just beginning to feel my true potential.

I get the next vial ready and plunge a fresh dose of the serum into my vein...

The Buffies - Rebirth

This is my story, of how I was reborn, as a BUFFIE. I would like to thank the BUFFIES for their help with writing this, especially Meg, Diana and Cele. You may also notice some references to my fav shows in it.

Kisses, Belle.

Previously on The Buffies
Written by Belle | Photo by Cele7110

As I lay in my semi-conscious state I catch parts of conversations going on around me.'We found this in the ruins of the building where Belle was trapped' I hear someone say 'it's a brooch with her name engraved on the back'.

Cel looks at it 'I remember this, it's a kind of heirloom, handed down from generation to generation. Belle loved it and wore it all the time, she never took it off. It's the crest of her Clan, made from Scottish gold and a meteorite'. 'That's Diogenite says' Nic. 'Yes', Cel continues 'the legend is that is was made from a rock that fell from the sky. I have an interest in Celtic arts, and Belle told me the story one day.

It was always worn by the daughter of the Clan chief. Only once was it worn by a male of the Clan, and he was killed at the Battle of Culloden. Since then any female who wore it has suffered an early, gruesome death. The Clan was dispersed in the 19th century, and the last one to wear it was on her way to America, but her mother made her remove it, so she gave it to her mother for safekeeping. It did her no good tho', she went down on the Titanic. The mother was going to throw it away, but her sister took it. It was thought to be cursed, so was never worn again, eventually it was handed down to Belle. I asked if she was not worried by the 'curse' but she would just laugh, saying she was modern and did not believe in all that. The motto on it means 'This I'll Defend'.

'She did that alright' says Meg.

'The strange thing about it is that name has always been there. Belle would laugh about that and say it was meant for her anyway, as it had For My Belle on it' Cel said.

'Well' Benji says 'maybe it will help her recovery, on the sub-conscious level, to have something familiar with her, as it were'.

'I will put it on her' Diana says, and fixes it round my neck as she kisses me on the forehead.

'There is nothing more we can do now' Benji says 'it's up to Belle to do the work as it were, all systems are operating normally, it will just take time for her to heal. If her condition gets worse the alarms will sound. We may as well turn in for the night'.

Cel asks if there is a spare room he can have, as he would like to be around when I recover. Josh mumbles and fidgets, but Meg says there are plenty of spare rooms for him to chose from. As they leave Nic switches the lights over to deep blue uv to clean the room of bacteria.

As darkness descends on me again I dream, strange, disturbing dreams . . .

Meg's Growth: Week 15

Previously: Week 14 Next: Week 16
My ongoing, real-time, Audience Participation journey to becoming the ultimate muscle woman. Story addition comments take place in real time so help me grow.

My desire to be strong and muscular became an obsession and now it's an addiction! Could this new Myostatin (blocker) cocktail have something to do with it? I feel my body aching and starving unless I'm pumping cold hard iron... and lots of it.

My body weight has exploded to 400 lbs but there's hardly any fat, just massive ripped muscle which gets larger by the second. Angelo and my trainer have been with me over the past day. They force me to take a break every few hours, to refuel with protein and nutrients until the pain becomes unbearable. I begin to break into sweats and my body starts to ache. I go back... lifting even more than I had before, pushing myself farther.

The weights of the gym are almost maxed as I can lift nearly all of them combined. I need more and Angelo has ordered even larger ones. I offered to reimburse him but he wouldn't think of it. Some of the other gyms have been sending over their equipment to help, but I quickly devour the weights. How long can this go on and how strong could I possibly become?

My doctor was called in and ran tests while I continued to lift. My heart is strong. No signs of stress or fatigue and he's never seen anyone so healthy... ever. "It's almost an evolutionary step in human development," were his words as he encouraged the growth process. Angelo didn't seem convinced, seeing the mountain of inhuman muscle before him.

I'm a little frightened where this will take me but I can't stop.