April Fool's Day (Female Muscle Growth Story)

April Fool’s Day
By MagnusMagneto

[Just a quick, fun story.  Hope you enjoy!]

Mick stared at the letter.  It had arrived in a conspicuous envelope addressed to his house, with no specific name on the envelope.  It read:

“Congratulations, you’ve been selected to join the Intergalactic Council of Gods!  All mentally sound human beings from your planet were placed into a lottery, and you alone were chosen!  What you do with your gift is entirely up to you.  A few moments after this message is read, you will feel your body ascending to what we believe is the minimum stature for a god-like figure of your species.  Soon after that, your muscles will similarly begin their first transformation as they expand to at least what we feel a human god would look like.  Of course, if you choose, you can make your stature and muscles larger, much larger.  

After that, your body will start filling up with inter-dimensional cosmic energy.  Your first dose will grant you to the basic suite of god-powers.  Once that is finished, what happens next is up to you.  The more you use your abilities, and the more you want power, the more strength you’ll be granted.  We do hope that you ultimately accomplish something morally good and eventually join us at the Council of Gods.  That said, there are no bars on what you’re allowed to do, and we won’t interfere, unless absolutely necessary.

P.S – Unsure of where we are?   Fear not, if you become powerful enough, you’ll figure it out.  Have fun, and enjoy your gift!”


Mick stared at the letter, his hands trembling.  Was it real?  Was this possible?  It seemed too good to be true.  It must have been some kind of prank; it was April 1st after all.  He continued to stand there, wide eyed, as he waited, desperately hoping, for his body to undergo its initial transformation toward godhood.

A few minutes passed, and nothing happened.  Mick let out a sigh and came to accept that it must have just been a joke.

Suddenly, Mick heard a feminine moaning coming from the living room.  He walked over to find his sister, Milly, hunched over, clutching her sides.  She was wearing her usual ‘uniform’ of a tank-top and short-shorts.   She let out another groan, and Mick thought he saw her…  No way.

“Milly!?”  He called out.

“Oh, hey Mick, uh… something weird is going on…”  She let out another feminine moan as her entire frame grew wider and taller right before Mick’s eyes.  

Mick took a step back, his breathing grew more rapid and his heart raced.  No, it couldn’t be…

Mick’s fears worsened as he watched Milly’s spindly limbs rapidly develop, muscles emerging out of thin air. No!  Not her!  Anyone but her!  Mick thought to himself.   Milly was already so obnoxious as she was, how would he be able to deal with her if she became an all-powerful god-like being!?

The young woman let out another moan, “Feels so good!” she exclaimed.  

A few moments later she was at eye-level with Mick, then a few more later, towered above him.  She was wider than him in all the right places, yet maintained a narrower waist.  Milly’s body was brimming with vitality, and Mick could literally feel the sheer unbridled energy emanating from her form, like he was close to a radiator.  

“God DAMN, check this out!”  Milly shouted before flexing her arms; a pair of thick, steely biceps erupting as a result.  “These too!” she pounded her abdomen with a hollow thud, which was comprised of eight jutting bricks of muscle that stretched her shirt to its breaking point.

Mick instinctively backed away, his mind racing with what he should do; wondering if there was anything he could do.  

“Mmmm…” Milly cooed, “This is so cool!  I want MORE!”  She exclaimed, and right on command, her entire body began to quake and tremble before growing once more.  Milly’s muscles continued to develop until she looked like a towering amazon with the musculature of a body-builder, and the grace of a supermodel.

She took a single stride towards Mick, her long legs effortlessly closing the gap between them.  “Whadya think bro?  Wanna feel?”  She offered before leaning down and tensing an arm right in front of Mick; an explosion of thick, blue veins came to life to indicate her expert conditioning.

Mick gulped before reaching over and grabbing onto the bicep.  It was harder than anything he had ever felt, and…  “HOT!”  He exclaimed before retracting his hands, which were lobster-red and smoldering – Mick’s exclamation was literal, he had actually burnt himself on his sister’s bicep.

“Wow.  Sorry Mick, I had no idea.  I guess I’m just too…”  She extended her arms outward, “POWERFUL!” she yelled as she flexed them again, which forced them to grow even larger, beyond what should have been possible for a human to naturally achieve.
Milly continued, “I feel like there’s so much power flowing through me!  So much that…” suddenly, lightening appeared and danced around her tremendous form.  Milly let out another groan and started to float in the air!  “Haha, I’m turning into a god!” she announced, twirling around while defying gravity.

“No… no… no…”  Mick repeated out loud, still mentally shell-shocked that his sister was the one that letter was referring to.

“Yes…” Milly cooed, unleashing yet another growth spurt, “Yes!” Another, “YES!” A flash of light and Milly had transformed into a towering monolith of feminine power; muscles cascaded across the unfathomable expanse of her form; the aura of lightening strengthened, and fire joined the mix – passively displaying her ability to generate all forms of energy: a sight that was eldritch in nature for Mick to behold.

Then Mick remembered something that made the entire situation even worse: the letter.  The letter mentioned that the more the chosen one used their powers, the stronger they’d become.  If Milly kept using her abilities, and was as power hungry as she seemed…

“Whatcha thinking about?” Milly asked.  Her voice had transformed into a breathy, booming, all-encompassing melody that sounded as if it came from the heavens themselves; yet, it was still expounding playful childish dialogue.

“N-nothing!”  Mick stuttered.

“Hmmm… I don’t believe you!”  Milly announced.  “Let’s see if I can…” she held a hand out towards her brother, “Oh, yes, I can!”

“You can what?”

“Read your mind, duh!  Uh huh.  I see now.  So the more I use my abilities, and the more power I want, the stronger I get?  And to think you DIDN’T want your dear sister to become as godlike as possible?  Tsk tsk Mick.  You know what this means, don’t you?”

“N-no…”

“It means, that you have to be… punished!”  Milly laughed.

“Punished!?”

“Yup.”  Milly giggled again, “Punished in the worst way possible.”

Mick’s mind raced.  Milly was capable of so many tremendous things now, there was no telling what she would do to him!

“Oh, it’s nothing like that.”  Milly responded to his very thoughts, “It’s something far, far worse.  What could possibly be worse?  Well, for a selfish little boy like you…  I’m going to make sure I become as STRONG” The lightening around her grew even more intense, “POWERFUL” Her body gained even more height and muscle, “and GODLIKE” Her hair turned crimson red, and her eyes began to glow bright supernatural blue, “AS POSSIBLE!”  She giggled.

“W-wait!  It’s not fair!  I read the letter!”

“Poor, poor Mick.  Life isn’t fair.  Anyways, it looks like my mere presence is going to destroy the house at this rate.  I think it’s time for me to stretch my ‘wings’, and explore the world.  Who knows?  Maybe when I find that intergalactic council, they’ll grant me even MORE power!”

And with that Milly disappeared, leaving Mick to pass out from the sheer insanity of what had just occurred in the past few minutes.


The End!