[Early Access] + [Mini stories]

Hi hi ✨

Got something a little different for your early access today! Instead of the usual 5-6 images, I've got 3 for you, BUT BUT they come with short stories!

Now, don't get too excited - these aren't finished stories. They're more like snippets I wrote based on suggestions from one of you awesome folks.

Here's what we've got:

- 2 fmg-35 universe tales

- 1 non fmg-35 universe instant growth story

I'd love to know if any of these stories pique your interest. If one grabs you, let me know in the comments and I might just expand it into a full story!

Happy reading, and don't forget to share your thoughts!

---

# New actress

The glitz and glamour of the red carpet were in full swing as celebrities arrived for the 2037 Golden Globe Awards. Among the sea of towering amazons and dapper, yet diminutive men, one figure stood out - Lily Chen, the formerly petite starlet whose transformation had been the talk of Tinseltown.

"And here comes Lily Chen!" the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers. "What a change from last year's ceremony, folks!"

Lily strode confidently down the red carpet, her 7'3" frame wrapped in a stunning red dress that hugged every newly muscular curve. Her long legs, accentuated by six-inch heels, seemed to go on forever. As she approached the interview podium, the petite reporter, Emma, had to crane her neck to make eye contact.

"Lily! You look absolutely stunning!" Emma gushed, her eyes wide. "This is quite a change from last year's ceremony. How are you feeling?"

Lily laughed, a rich, melodious sound. "Oh, Emma, you have no idea! I keep expecting to wake up and find it was all a dream. But then I burst out of my bras and realise, nope, still an amazon!"

Emma giggled, gesturing to Lily's dress. "Well, you're certainly rocking it! Is this a custom piece?"

"Oh, absolutely," Lily nodded, running a hand down her side. "Poor Valentino nearly had a heart attack when I walked into his studio. He kept muttering about 'so much fabric' and 'where will it all go?'"

"I can imagine!" Emma said. "Now, Lily, you're nominated tonight for your role in 'Small Victories'. How does it feel to be recognised for a performance you gave before... well, before all this?" She waved a hand, indicating Lily's new physique.

Lily's expression turned thoughtful. "You know, it's surreal. When we were filming, I was this tiny little thing, barely 5'2". I had to stand on boxes to kiss my co-star! Now..." She trailed off, glancing down at Emma with a mischievous grin. "Well, let's just say I don't need boxes anymore."

"I'll say!" Emma laughed. "Speaking of co-stars, how has the industry adapted to these changes? Are you still being considered for the same types of roles?"

"Oh, it's been fascinating," Lily leaned in conspiratorially, nearly doubling over to reach Emma's mic. "At first, everyone was in a panic. 'What about all the romantic leads?' they kept saying. But then someone brilliant pointed out - hey, most of the women in the audience look like me now. Maybe it's time for some new stories, you know?"

Emma nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! And how have your male co-stars reacted?"

Lily straightened up, a twinkle in her eye. "Well, let's just say there's been a lot of... creative blocking in our scenes. But they're adapting. My current co-star, Jake, he's a real sport. Keeps joking about how he's always wanted to be the 'little spoon'."

As laughter erupted from the gathered crowd, Emma glanced at her prompter. "Well, Lily, we're almost out of time. One last question - what's been the biggest challenge in adapting to your new size?"

Lily thought for a moment, then grinned. "Honestly? Doorframes. I've lost count of how many I've walked into. Oh, and finding shoes that fit. Size 16 stilettos are not easy to come by, let me tell you!"

With a final laugh and wave to the camera, Lily continued down the red carpet, her head literally above the crowd. As Emma turned back to the camera, she couldn't help but shake her head in wonder. "Well, folks, if that's not a sign of how much things have changed in Hollywood, I don't know what is. Back to you in the studio!"

# Alone at night

The narrow, dimly-lit alleyway echoed with the distant sounds of the city that never slept. Luna, a vibrant redhead in her mid-thirties, strode confidently in her full-body leather bodysuit, the cool night air brushing against her exposed skin. Her work in the red-light district of Amsterdam had kept her late tonight, and the streets were emptier than usual.

As she turned a corner, Luna felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She wasn't alone. Three figures emerged from the shadows, their intentions clear from the menacing grins on their faces. "Looks like we got us a real wildcat," one of them sneered, his voice dripping with malice.

Luna backed away, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew the risks of her job, but tonight, she felt particularly vulnerable. "Stay back," she warned, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain strong.

"Or what?" another taunted, closing in. Luna's hand fumbled in her pocket, her fingers brushing against a small, cylindrical object. It was a pill she had picked up earlier from a mysterious vendor, who claimed it was a potent self-defense aid. Without thinking, she popped the pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry.

Within seconds, Luna felt a heat surge through her body, starting from her core and spreading rapidly throughout her limbs. The pain was excruciating, like every muscle in her body was being torn apart and reassembled. She screamed, collapsing to her knees, as the men looked on in disbelief.

"What the hell is she doing?" one of them muttered, taking a step back.

Luna's vision blurred, but through the haze, she could feel her body changing. Her muscles expanded, pushing against her leather suit until it strained at the seams. Her height increased, her spine elongating, her head brushing against the low ceiling of the alley.

When the transformation subsided, Luna stood, towering over the men who had ambushed her. She now stood at an imposing seven feet, her muscles bulging with raw power. Her eyes, once filled with fear, now burned with a fierce determination.

"You should have stayed back," she growled, her voice deeper, more resonant.

The men exchanged nervous glances, their bravado fading under the sheer size and strength of the transformed Luna. "This... this isn't possible," one stammered, his legs visibly shaking.

Luna took a step forward, her massive frame casting a shadow over them. "Leave. Now," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

With a collective nod, the men turned and fled, their footsteps echoing down the alley as they disappeared into the night. Luna watched them go, her breathing heavy, still adjusting to her new form. She flexed her hands, feeling the immense power coursing through her veins.

Alone in the alley, Luna realized the extent of her transformation. Her leather suit, now skin tight to her body, revealing her colossal physique. She needed to get out of here, find somewhere safe to assess her situation. But first, she had to move.

Stepping out of the alley, Luna emerged onto the main street, drawing stares from passersby. She ignored them, focusing on finding a way to blend in or at least find clothing that fit her new stature. Her mind raced, trying to process the implications of her transformation and what it meant for her future.

As she walked, her thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice behind her. "Excuse me, miss?" Luna turned to see a young woman, her eyes wide with awe and curiosity. "Are you... are you okay? You look different."

Luna hesitated, unsure how to respond. She was far from okay, yet she couldn't deny the woman's concern. "I... I'm fine," she replied, her voice still deep and unfamiliar. "Just a bit of a change, that's all."

The woman nodded, her expression softening. "If you need help, I know a place nearby where they might have something you can wear. It's a cosplay shop, but they have everything."

Luna considered the offer. It was a start, at least. "Lead the way," she said, hoping to find some semblance of normalcy in this bizarre new world she found herself in.

Together, they walked towards the shop, Luna towering over the petite woman. As they approached, Luna caught her reflection in a store window—a giantess, her muscles defined, her presence commanding. She paused, taking it all in, before following the woman inside, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

# Muscles in Pink

Jessie "Pinky" Thompson stepped into Smitty's Boxing Gym, her 7'2" frame ducking slightly to clear the doorway. The familiar scent of sweat and leather filled her nostrils, bringing a grin to her face. She adjusted her bright pink sports bra, which strained against her newly muscular physique, and made her way to the locker room.

As she passed the main training area, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. Even after three months, the sight still shocked her. Gone was the petite, 5'4" girl who'd first walked into this gym a year ago. In her place stood an Amazon, all rippling muscles and long limbs, her shoulders twice as broad as before.

"Oi, Pinky!" a gruff voice called out. "You gonna admire yourself all day or are you gonna train?"

Jessie turned to see Coach Murphy, a stocky man in his fifties who now barely reached her chest. She grinned down at him. "Just making sure everything's in working order, Coach. You know how it is."

Murphy snorted, but there was a glint of pride in his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Get changed and meet me at the bags in five."

As Jessie changed into her pink boxing shorts, her mind wandered back to her first day at the gym...

---

One year earlier

"Are you sure you're in the right place, love?" the receptionist had asked, eyeing Jessie's petite frame and bright pink attire dubiously.

Jessie had squared her shoulders, trying to look taller than her 5'4". "I'm here to train. Where do I sign up?"

The gym had been full of burly men and a few tough-looking women, all of whom towered over Jessie. As she'd made her way to the punching bags, she'd heard snickers and whispers.

"Look at that, boys. Barbie's come to play."

"Ten quid says she doesn't last a week."

Jessie had gritted her teeth and started pummeling the bag, her tiny fists barely making it sway. But she'd kept at it, day after day, week after week. She might not have had the strength, but she had the heart.

---

Back in the present, Jessie chuckled at the memory. If only they could see her now. She finished changing and headed out to meet Coach Murphy.

As she approached the bags, she noticed a new face - a muscular bloke about 6'2", his chest puffed out as he threw powerful hooks at the bag.

"Pinky!" Murphy called. "Meet our newest member, Jake. Jake, this is Jessie."

Jake turned, his eyes widening as he took in Jessie's towering form. "Bloody hell," he muttered. "You sure you're not part of the equipment?"

Jessie raised an eyebrow. "Cute. Wanna see what this 'equipment' can do?"

Murphy chuckled. "Now, now, Pinky. Play nice with the new kid."

Jake scoffed. "Play nice? Come off it, mate. I can handle myself."

"Your funeral," Murphy shrugged, stepping back.

Jessie took her stance, pink gloves raised. Jake, still cocky, threw a quick jab. Jessie dodged it effortlessly, her new reflexes making his movement seem almost comically slow.

"My turn," she grinned, unleashing a lightning-fast combination that sent Jake staggering back.

"Fuckin' hell!" Jake gasped, steadying himself against the ropes. "What are you?"

Jessie's grin widened. "Just your friendly neighbourhood Amazon, mate. Welcome to the new world order."

As Jake gaped at her, Jessie caught sight of some of the gym's older members watching from the sidelines. She recognized the faces - the same ones who'd laughed at her a year ago. Now they watched her with a mixture of awe and envy.

One of them, a woman named Sarah who'd always been particularly nasty to Jessie, stepped forward. "Think you're hot shit now, don't you, Pinky?" she sneered, though Jessie noticed her eyes darting nervously.

Jessie turned to face her, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement caused her biceps to bulge impressively. "Nah, Sarah. I'm just the same girl I've always been. Just in a slightly... larger package."

Sarah's face reddened. "You think just because you've grown a bit, you're suddenly top dog around here?"

"I don't think anything," Jessie replied calmly. "But if you want to test it out, I'm always up for a friendly spar."

Sarah opened her mouth, then closed it again, clearly thinking better of it. With a huff, she turned and stalked away.

Coach Murphy chuckled, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, show's over. Back to training, the lot of you!"

As the gym returned to its usual rhythm of punches and grunts, Jessie turned back to the punching bag. She threw a few experimental jabs, still marveling at the power behind each strike. The bag swung wildly, chains creaking under the force.

"Easy there, Pinky," Murphy warned. "We've only got so many bags."

Jessie nodded, adjusting her stance. "Sorry, Coach. Still getting used to all this."

Murphy's expression softened. "I know, kid. It's a big change. But you're handling it like a champ."

Jessie smiled, touched by the rare compliment. "Thanks, Coach. I couldn't have done it without you believing in me... even when I was just the little girl in pink."

"Ah, don't go getting sappy on me now," Murphy grumbled, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "Now, let's work on controlling that new strength of yours. You've got the power - time to refine it."

As Jessie settled into her training routine, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She'd always had the heart of a fighter - now she had the body to match. And pink gym wear or not, she was a force to be reckoned with.