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(Warning: This story contains female muscle, muscle growth, and graphic sexual content)

Gudao woke up in the middle of the night, the darkness of his room only exacerbated by his blurry vision and groggy mind still addled by coming out of his slumber. He mumbled, smacking dry lips together.

It wasn’t nightmares born from the haunting experiences in Lostbelts and Singularities. It wasn’t thoughts burdened with stress or guilt or fear. It wasn’t any alarm or anything like that. Sometimes people just wake up for no rhyme or reason.

But after enough invaders in his room (usually of the Berserker variety…) Gudao’s instincts were honed enough to warn him he wasn’t alone in his room.

As his vision focused, he managed to make out the figure standing at the edge of his bed. Tall, shapely, clearly feminine, her golden hair stood out even in the darkness of the bedroom. Her poncho and tribal accouterments were easy to identify, as well as the lovely visage smiling at him with such overabundant joy.

Gudao blinked a few times, muttering with a groggy throat. “Quetz?”

The goddess of lucha was uncharacteristically silent, merely smiling at him.

“What’s… What’s wrong, what time is it?” He slowly sat up on his mattress, removing half of his covers and unveiling the dark shirt he used for sleeping. “Is something wrong?”

Quetz finally spoke up. “On the contrary, mi querido Maestro” Her lightly accented voice was musical, carrying an eager tone to it. “Something wonderful is about to happen”

Several things happened at once.

First, Quetzalcoatl began floating a foot off the ground.

Second, her golden hair shined, illuminating the room. Same as her eyes which seemed to reflect the sun’s light.

Third, she was growing.

Quetzalcoatl was already one of the fittest ladies of Chaldea, with her lithe body and toned muscles, there was no questioning she was a fine specimen combined with her beautiful looks.

But now here muscles were expanding to staggering proportions. Her entire body swelled and bulged out incessantly in every direction. Becoming absolutely gargantuan in size and sheer rippling definition. The arms that could swing a build-sized axe for miles became mighty pythons of incomparable sickness, with split and striated biceps dwarfing the size of his head, the armguards cracked under the growth of her meaty forearms as veins crawled all over them with the thickness of his fingers.

Her legs bloomed into tree trunks of pure flesh, her calves shaped themselves into sinewy diamonds expanding beyond her shins, both footwear and kneecaps splintered into pieces under the swath of flesh, while her tremendous titanic thighs bulged with jaw-dropping thickness and glorious definition, group after group of corded muscles jumping in tandem on her quads.

Her toned abdominals deepened, creating ravines under in between each swelling bag of fibrous flesh as the light four-pack became six, and then eight. Her lats widened like wings, adding to the impressive width of her torso.

Her poncho suffered no strain, yet this too was being torn apart by the sheer pressure of her power. Exploding into tatters to reveal swelling breasts of behemoth size to the point they rivaled Barghest’s, supported by two granite-like slabs of pure pectoral meet. Her neck jewelry shattered at the growth of her bulking neck, while her crown and headband suffered a similar fate. Her proportions, her height, all of her was expanding in tandem with her godly musculature.

She spread her mighty arms and growled in a soft yet feral way, sending shivers down Gudao’s spine as he witnessed the end of this marvelous transformation.

Quetz had become a giant of a woman, enormous, beautiful, mighty, with a body that truly reflected her full power.

He thought he’d gotten used to the sheer beauties living in Chaldea, many of whom got into… compromising situations with him. Yet the sight of Quetz’s muscles gave him a raging erection under his briefs.

“Quetz…” He muttered his throat dryer than before. “What”

Quetz smiled lovingly and climbed over his bed. Her sheer weight made the whole thing groan. Gudao gulped as that beautiful face (which was easily twice the size of his head now) attached to that titanic body was so very close to him, eclipsing him fully.

“I want to invite you, Master” She whispered huskily. “To an event of a lifetime. A path for many women… and you have my blessing to help them see their journey through”

Then she kissed him. Two lips longer than his own captured his lips in the sweetest of gestures. He could barely react as a large finger easily pushed him back over the mattress, and then her hand sneaked down below the covers, below his briefs…

Gudao gasped, his world and cognition shattering, everything faded to white as Quetz wasted no time in mounting him, guiding his length into her canal as her enormous legs pressed his smaller form on both sides. He held on with desperation, dragging his fingers over great quads as Quetz’s form bounced up and down over his erection. She moaned, she laughed, she flexed, and those magnificent muscles only helped to stimulate him even more.

Gudao threw his head back and came. Then he came again. Over and over, shot after shot of pure pleasure, ropes of his seed filling her yet it was never enough to overflow.

As all energy drained him, Gudao slowly drifted back to slumber.

“Sweet dreams, Master” Quetz leaned in to kiss his forehead. “Go now with my blessing…”