Darlene's Assets

By Ivy Maxwell

A Breast Expansion and Female Muscle Growth Story

Tim and Val are the perfect match: he pumps her up, she returns the favor. Everyone goes home happy, right? Well, apparently not...

A mysterious figure nearly murders Tim’s girlfriend through a cruel act of sabotage. Only his quick thinking—and a creative, sexy use of his growth powers—saves Val. And that is only a start to their problems, relationship issues notwithstanding.

As Tim and Val mature as a couple, so too is Tim’s insight and control over into his own abilities. He can transform women in every way imaginable, make their bodies big and their sexual appetites even bigger... even modify himself to please them with tactical precision.

But only now is he coming to terms with his power’s unpredictable, double-edged and, at times, sinister nature. For everything it gives him—inflated bodies, insatiable babes—it promises to take something in return. Tim’s bill is coming due.

Gone are his days of normalcy as a carefree, ignorant college student. He is deep down the rabbit hole; he hears the siren’s call. The growth power is going to his head, turning him into a power-hungry man that, if left unchecked, will coldly and calculatingly dominate his life and everyone in it—exacting every pleasure possible in the bedroom—at any cost.

As he changes, Tim keeps trying to convince himself that no matter what happens, everything will be okay between him and Val. When you can grow your girlfriend’s breasts and muscles and desire to gigantic dimensions, why trouble yourself growing small, silly things like emotional connection and faithfulness and... love?

Oops. Tim is about to learn a hard lesson.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivy Maxwell
• Release date: Jan 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463727362

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.

Book preview

Darlene’s Assets

J ump, Tim! Jump! screamed Val over the roar of the wind .

Tim gulped and grimly clung to his support handlebar, refusing to relinquish his hold. Feet away, the gaping maw of a skydiving door whistled its crazy tune, a siren song for the adventurous and the brave—personal qualities which Tim found himself lacking right at that particular moment.

Fuck. Training went off without a hitch. I thought I had this. Lost my nerve at the eleventh hour… Val’s gonna be pissed.

A spastic dervish of a gale whipped through the interior of the Cessna plane and sent Val’s flaming ginger dancing madly, though the jumpsuit that stretched across her ripe, full chest and thick musculature parted the slipstream effortlessly. Her smarting eyes locked with Tim’s. Through involuntary tears, they gleamed like emeralds and conveyed a singular, unmistakable question: What the hell is wrong with you?

Oh, nothing and everything, all at once…

The fact of the matter was, Tim’s confidence had been slowly eroding with the passage of time since the winter holidays. He’d figured himself a new man after he’d tamed Val and gone steady. That had all changed when he found himself straying while she was out of town.

Now, months later, their relationship hummed along well enough, wrought with all kinds of passion and tender moments and adventure—they were going bloody skydiving, after all, were they not!?—yet Tim felt off, like a neglected clock. Marking the time, yet unwinding, slowly but surely.

Hey kid!

Tim tilted his chin sullenly to acknowledge the only other person in the cabin, their flight instructor Henry. Sporting a garish orange jumpsuit—sky-blue and rose-red graced Tim and Val’s own attire, respectively—that did nothing for the man’s portly figure, Tim was suddenly struck that the bearish man rather reminded him of a rotund tangerine and, despite his terror, felt hungry. He stifled a nervous giggle.

Wake up! It’s your turn! shouted Henry in a low voice that was nearly swallowed by the guttural rumblings of the engine. Remember what we all agreed to in training? No staying in the kangaroo pouch when it’s go-time! Jump now, or you ride this bird to the ground.

Tim lolled his head back towards Val. Even now, he was struck by her raw power and sensuous beauty. She had a tendency to appear larger-than-life—and, amusingly, Tim had the ability to transform that sentiment from the metaphorical to the physical realm.

If I had only… if I could only keep myself from getting so carried away with this growth power.

Tim grimaced as the wind burst a keening howl like a wounded wolf.

Charlotte… Erin… Lauren… all of those girls, grown by me while Val was away. It’s so tempting to expand and enthrall women whenever I want… the way they pant and moan and beg for more as their breasts swell up, their bodies and muscles engorging with reckless abandon… there’s no resisting my power.

Tim licked his dry lips, hungry in a different way.

They get a briefest taste of it, and they want it more than anything. They crave it—they want me inside them, using them, pleasing me as well so I’ll give them more—as surely as Val does every time I pump her up. It never gets old. And the only thing standing between stoking their lust—and my own gratification—the only thing damming the flood, is me. My own self-control.

Under the jumpsuit, Tim grew hard. Staring at Val, in all her fine, sexual beauty, he imagined jumping on her and taking her then and there, rapidly expanding her in one quick burst so that her jumpsuit would explode, shredded as easily as origami paper, revealing her sculpted curves.

Oh, how she would wail in pleasure! Of course, there was the tricky business of Henry’s presence… what if Tim happened to accidentally push Henry out the open door before he made his move on Val?

Tim shook his head fiercely, interrupting his daydream, his Nordic face beet-red with shame.

Throw our sky-diving instructor out a mother-fucking plane in the name of joining the mile-high club? What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s this Machiavellian attitude towards doing whatever I want that landed me in hot water with Charlotte and Erin and Lauren!

Tim felt his feelings of adoration for his girlfriend mingle and twist with covetous hunger.

I want to be a trustworthy boyfriend, and that means exercising restraint. But can I trust myself? All I need to be happy is my relationship with Val…

Tim! Jump! mouthed Val, frustration and concern and… something else... etching her visage. Doubt?

...Isn’t it? Isn’t this what I want? Shit.

Tim jumped.

Not surprisingly, his reckless exit from the Cessna was immediately followed by regret. Their skydiving instructor Henry had stressed the importance of exiting with enough energy in order to clear the aircraft. The man had chuckled and warned them they would otherwise ‘perform rivet inspection for free,’ which Tim hadn’t understood at the time.

Unfortunately for him, Tim didn’t leap so much as flop out of the plane like a limp noodle. Air resistance cared not for his sense of panic as it slammed into him and drug him violently along the airplane fuselage, stunning and knocking the breath out of him. Briefly, as his body tumbled along, Tim saw a flash of sunlight on metal screws.

Rivet inspection. Oh. I get it. Hah. Fuck me.

Then gravity, that cruel mistress, yanked him mercilessly toward the Earth. Coming out of his daze, Tim found himself wishing he could holler but couldn’t—the wind stuffed his mouth like cotton and