Megster02

I had the strangest dream last night. I woke up in my own body but it was last week. I know this since I just bought a new home elliptical machine but hadn’t set it up yet. I got up, tripped over the box and gashed my hand on the nightstand. It seemed so real and the pain really hurt. I went to the bathroom to clean it up and put on a band-aid. That’s all that happened which really doesn’t sound like a weird dream, but when I woke up and started getting ready for work, I looked down at my hand and saw an almost healed gash. I glanced to the corner of the room and my new machine was there, all set-up with the box tossed in yeste

The Awakening I truly believe everyone is special in their own way, but I have a uniquely special gift. My name is Meg and this is a story of how I became... well, let me start from the beginning. Spunky was the word most people used to describe me growing up. Great personality and attitude but not the prettiest by far. It was a nice way of saying dumpy. That all changed when I hit puberty. The first time I noticed my special gift was at Jessica's slumber party back in 7th grade. It was late at night as overdoses of sugar and caffeine kept us up talking and laughing until dawn. We compared bra sizes since most of us were starting to develop

Blossoming Middle School ended and Summer came. It was a time of change and growth for all my friends, just more so for me. I realized what my special gift was and spent the Summer exploring just what I could do with it. When boys were close, I could feel their innermost thoughts and desires. I could absorb them and mold my body to match. Bigger boobs, longer legs, flatter stomach, it didn't matter. It was the greatest discovery of my lifetime. I spent countless hours of experimentation at the swimming pool. A glance from someone was all it took but also found that a simple touch or casual flirtation made the feelings and transfer stronger.

A Taste of Power It must of been late in my Junior year when I dated someone who liked to play... well, rough. Not abusive just more physical than I had ever experienced before. I don't even remember the guys name now but he took my transformation in whole new direction. Fooling around in the back of his car and getting pinned to the back seat, I felt a new desire coming from the large varsity wrestler sitting on top of me. He loved the dominance over me but digging deep into his emotions, I felt his urge for me to fight back. My muscles began to slightly swell and fill with strength I had never known. He looked surprised as I pushed back,

Qualified To say I was “built” was putting it mildly. Venice Beach was the Mecca for bodybuilding, so I left my home in the middle of the night with what little money I had and decided to make a new start. No need to pack much since my clothes didn’t fit anymore. I grabbed an extra pair of loose sweats then left my parents a note and a kiss on their sleeping cheeks as I crept out the door. I drove through the night and arrived at first light. Muscle Beach. After a quick bite to eat, my first stop was a local beach-ware shop to get a new bikini and wrap. Straight from the dressing room to the checkout counter, I could tell

A fan wrote in and wanted to do an Audience Participation growth story on a slower scale. To highlight the struggle and sweat it takes to achieve strength. I think it's a great idea and started a new ongoing series dedicated to my daily journey to becoming huge. Nothing magical, mystical or scientific here, just hard work and proper training. Story additions are written in real-time, so each comment takes place at time of posting. I post a new entry each Monday to start the week off. Visit my blog http://megsfmg.blogspot.com/ to join in on the story. Thanks to all my wonderful friends that have participated. XOXO Meg Week 1 January 25, 201