Lauren's Curves

By Ivy Maxwell

A Breast Expansion and Female Muscle Growth Story

Tim has the gift that keeps on giving. Or in the case of the women around him, gets them growing. And he’s losing control.

With Val heading out of town for the holidays, Tim has modest plans to wait out her return. Knock out his finals, hit the gym, maybe have a little fun. Be an ordinary, boring college student.

Too bad he is capable of expanding women’s bodies, inflating their breasts and muscles, turning them into insatiable babes. When you can make any woman desire you, life is never going to be that simple.

Tim thought his troubles were over when he went steady with Val. Assassin vanquished? Check. Bombshell girlfriend that transforms into a giant goddess? Check. Mastery over his growth abilities? Check. (Or so it seemed.) Burgeoning self-confidence? Definitely not.

That’s a problem. As Tim struggles to come to grips with who he is and what he wants, his growth powers are beginning to act up. Almost as though they have a mind and agenda all of their own.

Every woman that crosses his path is falling under his sway. On the one hand, the pleasure and gratification of it all is incomparable; on the other hand, he desperately wishes he could talk to someone about what is happening... but how do you find someone to confide in that will believe, much less appreciate, that you have supreme erotic powers? Especially when they have a pesky tendency to become a bimbo before they finish listening?

Will Tim be able to hold out against the onslaught of lustful attention—and swollen breasts and engorged bodies—before his girlfriend arrives home? Or will his loneliness and raging powers go to his head, make him crack?

Tempted ceaselessly, will he remain faithful to Val?

This story is Book 3 of an erotic romance series featuring egregious breast expansion and female muscle growth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivy Maxwell
• Release date: Jan 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463249420

Ivy Maxwell

In her teens, Ivy Maxwell stayed up late watching Dragon Ball Z--the transformation scenes left a vivid impression on her psyche and desires that has persisted to this very day. By day she's a mild-mannered teacher raising respectable young citizens--by night, she drops all pretense and lets loose by writing romantic erotica. Ivy's stories feature breast expansion, female muscle growth, giantessism, body growth, succubi, bimbofication, hucow transformation, and a big dose of fun, adventure, and sexy hot intrigue.

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Lauren’s Curves

Below the depths of the earth, deep in a obsidian hall sculpted angular and harsh, a hooded man slammed his arms on a long marble table in frustration .

This situation is spiraling out of control, he said, ancient voice wheezing with effort through his snowy beard.

A dim light, emanating from the cold stone floor, pulsed amber and crimson. The glow illuminated five seated figures—two men and three women—all black-robed and wizened and haggard-looking, their backs to a grotto wall emblazoned with strange symbols that arched away into impenetrable shadow.

Velkor, we’ve never had to deal with two altered beings at once. When the power manifested in one vessel, we never had a problem sorting it out… but two… two… muttered a crone to the man’s left.

Yes, Elrenda, two vessels, as the prophecy warned of, said Velkor. And of course, they gravitated to one another without hesitation. Such is the inclination of this… unnatural force. He swept his hand down accusingly at the floor. It continued its rhythmic throbbing relentlessly, like a heartbeat. Like the stone was alive.

The other woman hissed and said, We have stood guard for centuries, thwarted its every gambit and feint. This pup of a boy… of all men for the power to choose, this stupid whelp… he and the girl must be reined in.

But of course, Velkor said, the fate of mankind depends on it. We shall do our duty…

Towering double-doors at the far end of the hall creaked open, rusty hinges setting up a cacophony that echoed throughout the hall.

...by whatever means necessary, Velkor whispered to himself. As the noise settled, he raised his voice and bellowed, Enter, Jade!

A feathery Korean woman, slight of frame and dressed in a simple yet bulky white robe, her eyes milky-clouded, glided silently across the obsidian floor. She glanced down at the rhythmic pulsing and gulped, then tugged at the collar of her clothing. A futile gesture; it already strained tight across a bust that seemed comically large on her petite frame.

Velkor rose shakily to his feet and spread his palms in astonishment.

What is the meaning of this? You reported that you had failed your mission… but this...

Jade sighed in exasperation. Great leader, I have been punished thoroughly for my carelessness. Please do not humiliate me further. She tapped her bosom. I carry the mark of my defeat with me everywhere I go. It is all I can do to stay lucid these days, what with that idiot’s fel magic coursing through me.

No, Jade, another robed man said, your failure has set in motion a chain of events that are infinitely harder for us to manage now. You deserve every scrap of disdain heaped upon you.

"You will show us exactly how potent the power of this idiot that bested you is," said Velkor.

Master, please, as fate would ordain it, I am childhood friends with the female vessel. I can still use my old ties to strike at her without suspect, I can—

Silence. Velkor held out a wrinkled, arthritic hand. You will de-robe.

Red-faced, Jade undid the clasps her clothes. As the robe fell away from her shoulders, the council collectively gasped.

Her naked breasts gleamed palely, bloated wide and full, each nearly twice as large as her head. Faint veins traced across the swollen flesh; her tits looked like they were in need of milking, the tips in particular jutting out to match the size of her thumbs. Jade’s back bent subtly, a sign of strain as her delicate body fought a losing battle against gravity tugging at her engorged top-heaviness.

The immense boobs were unnatural—no woman alive had ever been born so well-endowed.

Exposing herself to the council, which remained frozen in shock, Jade fidgeted. Light strobed across her naked flesh from the floor. Her face went slack. She raised a hand to a tit, rubbing her thumb and pointer finger together in an absent-minded bid to grope herself.

Jade! Velkor shouted. Gods below, control yourself child. Ward your chakra!

Jade shook her head. The dazed look fled.

I’m… I’m sorry, master, I… sometimes I… the urge comes onto me, so powerful, so hard to resist… Jade trailed off.

You have indeed received a punishment more severe than we could have possibly rendered for your failure. I can tell you tried to channel the forbidden power to your own ends as you fought the boy; in your foolishness, you were warped by its corrupting influence. So long as your form is tainted, your abilities will be subverted. Jade, you are useless to use now as an assassin, Velkor said.

Tear sprang to Jade’s eyes. She clenched her fists. No, I can still fight. Give me a chance to reclaim my honor. I can still—

No! In your weakened state, if you attacked again, he could milk you like a cow if he cared to. Look at yourself! He has outmatched you, the third woman croaked.

Throughout the conversation, the ground continued its rhythmic pulsing. Splashes of yellow and red gleamed shadows off Jade’s curvaceous body. Without warning, the pulse quickened. At that moment, her gigantic breasts began throbbing in time with the sinister light.

Jade could not restrain herself. She reached up with her both hands and kneaded her breasts. The flesh reacted, expanding slightly, which in turn caused Jade to rub herself even more vigorously.

Nuuuuuugh, yes, more, grow more… she moaned.

The council erupted in panic.

She is unstable! cried Elrenda.

Eunuch guards! Take her away at once. Get her out of this chamber, this instant! barked Velkor.