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janrockart · 1 year

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The blood pumps. The limbs obey!

The serum is working.

#fan art #muscle girl #female muscle #fmg #darkest dungeon #dd plague doctor #plague doctor #janrock

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sweetie-bri · 1 year

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Instant Growth Aid [Giantess growth, Light Female Muscle Growth]

“Charlotte, fetch that new fertilizer from the shed,” Mr. Thompson commanded, treating her as more of a servant than a farmhand. Charlotte collected the instant growth aid & as she made her way back from the shed with the fertilizer, she accidentally dropped a bag. Thankfully, when it ripped only a small portion spilled. Charlotte quickly went to retrieve the instant growth aid. Charlotte was astonished when it instead seeped into her hand. Charlotte was in disbelief but was more concerned about what Mr. Thompson would do to her if he didn’t get the growth aid. Her fear was quickly replaced by a pleasant tingling sensation. Gradually, Charlotte’s body began a subtle growth. The feeling was exhilarating! She stretched, and closed her eyes to embrace the euphoria. Once the growth was over, the now-taller Charlotte hoisted both bags effortlessly. Clearly stronger, too.

Confidently, Charlotte towered over her boss; she was shorter than Mr. Thompson an hour ago. Relishing in the surge of power she felt as he stared her chiseled body up and down. The clothes fit her form snugly and were plastered onto her from sweat. “Is there something wrong, Mr. Thompson?”

Charlotte feigned modesty and embarrassment as her boss eyed her form up & down, flabbergasted. “You didn’t always have such a toned physique…” Mr. Thompson retorted, “Did you…?” He’d never paid Charlotte much mind at all. “Oh, I’ve been working hard, Mr. Thompson.” She replied, subtly flexing every muscle she knew how. “Just trying to keep up with the demands of the farm.” Mr. Thompson might have objected if he wasn’t hypnotized by Charlotte’s chiseled sweaty abdomen in his face.

Mr. Thompson, feeling emasculated, shrugged dismissively. “Hey, one of these bags is torn. Probably a field mouse. It’s contaminated now, I’m not using it for the farm. I’ll buy an extra. Dump it somewhere.” He commanded Charlotte. She knew just the target.

#giantess #sweetiebri #bri #sweetie #growth #caption #macro #giant woman #giantess caption #giantess growth #growth caption #growing woman #female muscle growth #fmg #macrophilia #ai image

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kimrinzleycreations · 7 months

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Patreon minicomic of a dweeby human boy turning into an elf beefcake badass. And the altersex version of Cass is the canon version of her :3

#trans #tf #transformation #genderbender #tg #transgender #mtf #my art #fantasy #elf #fmg #muscularwoman #muscles

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sageofrhun · 6 months

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Bloodlines - Crimson Blossom Memories

A solemn oath to silence As they lay under the red fields Forefathers of nations to be Sons of the soil that never reached Or even had a chance to say their last farewells Yet, one cannot forget In Flanders’s fields she stands Her heart in lockstep with the stillness Of those who lay underneath her Yet, through the mildew, she gently plucks And places crimson laurels near her face She treads earth slowly and deliberately And feels the cool Flemish breeze Kiss her delicate yet tough skin As she turns And visits the closest cemetery She can feel the presence of their spirits She imagines their boots marching along Row by row, she lays crimson laurels On each tombstone Paying her respects To the men and women Who never made it home Yet, she hears their singing She hears their voices She holds them close together And she marches on Until she stops Her eyes scanning over a tombstone That has her surname on it ‘Oswell’, her eyes close She kneels and lays another laurel Her eyes open once more Emotion wells up in her As she stands and salutes To the men who spilled their blood For their nation On the Flemish fields Yet, she feels particular She kneels once more Offering a small prayer To grandpa Oswell Misty-eyed She holds her hands close To her heart She departs ever so gently Under the dying pangs Of warm November

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#fmg #female muscle #amazon #bodybuilder #female muscle growth #veterans

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femuscleblog · 15 days

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This was one of the first women’s bodybuilding and female muscle related sites I would read. After 27 years, Diana the Valkyrie ended. It will be missed.

#female muscle #big muscle women #muscle women #female bodybuilding #strong women #fbb #fitness #fmg

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lotitheism · 3 months

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clementine? more like clemencrime amirig *gets shot

#art #artwork #digital art #heartz art rot #heartz art #fmg #ferryman's gambit #clementine laurels #ocposting #oc artwork #ocs #artists on tumblr

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growthgoddess · 7 months

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Elara's Enchantment

An unruly mob has gathered at your palace gates. They are voicing disdain and disappointment over your rule as king of their lands. They were promised bountiful seasons and everlasting joy, perhaps overpromised. You only wanted to be loved, but now your subjects have overpowered your guards and are now threatening to tear down your palace gates with a battering ram.

You furrow your brow, feeling desperation sink in. If they catch you, they would probably see you hanged, or even worse, burnt at the stake. The last remaining guards of your palace have deserted you and a cold sweat trickles down your forehead as a chill rushes down your spine.

However, relief washes over you when your beloved queen, Elara, puts her hand on your shoulder. The weight of her hand along with her warmth, envelopes you. You are loved with her, you are safe with her.

Queen Elara: My love, leave this to your queen. I will deal with them personally.

Confused and worried, you try to turn to her and reach out. What could she have meant? But before you could even say a word, she vanishes from your balcony and materializes at the grand staircase from the castle gates below you.

Thunder rumbles and the orange sunset sky darkens, your queen stands before the palace gates, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

She reveals a large tome that crackles with mystical, purple energy in her hands, as she begins her monologue.

Queen Elara: Hahaha! Oh, dear subjects, you thought you could challenge the throne? How amusing! Your pitiful king may have been weak in his promises, but you will soon see that he pales in comparison to your dear Queen Elara! You wish to raid the palace? Oh, you will get more than you bargained for.

With a flourish and a series of exotic hand gestures, the queen opens the tome, revealing ancient runes and incantations. Her voice takes on an eerie, demonic tone as she recites an unholy spell.

The mob grips their pitchforks, torches, and swords tighter. Their leader, the man who seeks to usurp the throne, rallies them to push on and continue breaking down the gates.

The two last palace guards standing beside Queen Elara begin cowering in fear over the events that are transpiring before them.

Queen Elara: Unnamable Gods, O Powers of Old, I call upon Thee! Fill my supple form with your might. I offer to Thee my flesh that I can strike fear in Thy names! Grant me strength beyond measure, make me a terror they will never forget! Let your essence seep into my muscle, bone, and sinew. Let your bounty embolden my body! Let them cower at my raw might, bless me with your succor!

A dark aura envelops your queen, and power surges to her veins. The very air is stirs with an unspeakable energy. The people could taste the metallic flavor of the wind as powers beyond their recognition twist the body of the woman before them.

You stand in both awe and terror at the capability of your wife. She has always been fond of perusing the scriers archives during her free time, and now you are witnessing the very fruits of her passion take shape as she defends your last bastion.

The incantations from the weathered tome fills the grand staircase leading to the palace entrance as she raised her arms, the words flowing off her tongue like a wicked melody.

Then, it began.

At first, the change appears subtle. Her regal gown, once a symbol of her grace, tightens imperceptibly around her form. The fabric shifts around, trying to accommodate something moving inside, something growing. Smooth embroidered silk strains against her skin, hinting at the growing power within. Queen Elara, however, remains composed, her eyes fiercely fixed at the terrified mob attempting to break down the formidable gates.

Then came the first audible rip. Her tight corset immediately loses to the growing woman's burgeoning body.

Next came her gown, the exquisite fabric, woven with threads of gold and silver, surrenders to the queen's expanding frame. With each passing moment, she feels herself grow taller, her limbs elongating, and her body stretching. Her breasts, once modest, have begun to fill with mass and milk. Her arms thicken with muscle and girth.

Audible moans escape her lips as she grows in spurts that feels like orgasms at every release.

The gown protests but could not keep up the losing battle, her seams burst open like fireworks, the sound audible throughout the area.

Queen Elara's lips curl into a malevolent, triumphant smile as her once regal gown now hangs in tatters around her.

She stands tall, her figure outlined by the shimmering remnants of her attire. To her, the world seems to shrink from her ascending perspective, the threatening size of the amassed townsfolk dwindling as she continued to grow.

Queen Elara: BWAHAHA, Look at me! I am growing into a force that will quell your insolence!

Your queen, now a monstrous growing behemoth, turns to look at you looking down from the balcony.

Queen Elara: My beloved king, you need not cower any longer. For it is they who will fear me now, and through their fear, they will understand the consequences of betraying the crown!

Her laughter, now dark and melodic, blast their ears as she guffawed. The torn gown fell away in tatters, unable to contain her majestic size any longer.

Queen Elara, now a giantess, stands amidst the ruins of her regal attire. She was a monument to dark power, her eyes ablaze with the might of ancient forces.

Then, with a booming voice, she declared.

Queen Elara: A queen must protect her king, no matter the price! I shall be your shield, my love, and none shall dare to defy us again!

The malevolent tome that has begun floating around her as she grew suddenly glowed and flew towards her, ramming her chest with immense force. She winced and took a step back. Her heavy feet cracks the floor to the castle door and she tries to lean on something for support.

That was when it hit you and her. She was leaning on your elevated balcony for support! She has grown even bigger now!

Queen Elara glances at her chest to see that it is now pulsing with purple energy. The tome has entered her body to become a more efficient channel to this otherworldly power flowing within her.

Queen Elara, now confident with her might, strides forth, her steps like seismic rumbles. The ground shakes beneath her feet as she surveys the peasants below with eyes that glitters with both malignant glee and unbridled fury.

Queen Elara turns towards her beloved king and picks you up with her hand. You seemed like a child's doll compared to her now. She winks at you and places you on her shoulder. Then, she grasps a nearby guard tower and yanks it off the bastille foundations. With ease, she breaks it with her bare hands.

Queen Elara: We will no longer need this petty castle! I shall be your fortress, my king! My love will protect you from every danger, every threat! Hold on tight, my dear, this will be perilous!

With a powerful heave, she breaks through the castle gates, her massive form now emerging to engage the fleeing masses. Your once mighty castle now seems minuscule behind her.

Queen Elara: This is my new order, hear your queen's decree! Guards, rally to me! Let us crush this rebellion and restore order!

The remaining castle guards drew courage from this and cheer at the massive Elara. They gear up and start pouring out of the castle behind her and into the town. A massive civil war breaks out, but the odds are in your favor with your beloved queen taking to the front lines.

She turns to you and whispers gingerly.

Queen Elara: Fear not, my beloved king! Your queen shall be your protector, your shield, and your wrath! Those who defy us will meet their end at my hands!

But before you stands one obstacle. The leader of the mob. The one who organized this whole rebellion - The Usurper.

He stands before you and Elara with unmatched courage as he draws his sword which he anoints with blessed oil and enchants with a glowing yellow aura.

Queen Elara: Ha! You dare raise your blade at me? You are defeated, your mob routed. Kneel before your ruler, your queen, and we may yet spare you! O Usurper, should you still dare challenge us, then you shall feel the consequences of my ire!

Queen Elara charges at the hero with all her might. The darkened sky above breaks out into a chorus of unspeakable melodies and chants to herald the incarnation of the Unnamable Gods that is your wife. An epic battle between a force of order and chaos ensues.

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goattrain · 9 months

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YCH 045 Beefpose

Sometimes you swell into a big ol' beefcake and can't really explain why! YCH for Agentxy14 on FA!

#commissions #anthro #mouse #muscles #fmg

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kinkyutterances · 1 year

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AmazonBod 3 - Absorption Vore FMG Audio Areli returns, trying to get her life back to normal after the AmazonBod pills turned her into a monster. Her body craves the muscles of others and her strange mutations allow her to pacify others with a pheromone and them absorb her victims before adding their mass to hers.

A young bodybuilder, Collin, finds her in the gym late at night, pumping iron harder than anyone he'd ever seen. Intrigued, he approaches Areli, and seals his doom...

#fmg #female muscle grow #muscle inflation #absorption vore #absorption #soft vore #audio tf #audio transformation #tf audio #voice acting

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imheretocheer · 5 months

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