*When Did You Get Implants* Hello boys, it's time for a new..

*When Did You Get Implants* Hello boys, it's time for a new story! I went on a quick trip out of town this past weekend and saw some extended family members for a Labor Day get together. Like my recent work meetings, I haven't seen many of these people since late 2019. By and large, they're not aware of my 25lb transformation, and their reactions to my new size and power are just delicious. A few takeaways that you might enjoy.... 1) One of my cousins is a nurse for a Plastic Surgeon. Years and years ago we spoke of breast augmentation (aka boob jobs), as I've always been lacking in that department. After exchanging our pleasantries, she grabbed my hand and said... "OMG Eva, you finally got them!" A comment like this would have made me feel so awkward in the past. Very few people understand my desire for huge muscles, and I always felt a twinge of shame. Not any more. Showing off and growing for you guys has given me total confidence. I quickly corrected her and said... "oh no, these are actually all real. And all muscle." I smirked and bounced these two muscular boulders on my chest and loved watching her eyes get as wide as saucers. As usual, I wasn't wearing a bra, so you could easily see these thick bulging pecs rolling and bulging against the thin, gauzy fabric of my dress. It's been insanely hot out here, but I could feel my temperature shooting up even more as showing off got me instantly excited. I used to also feel ashamed when my nipples would get engorged from arousal. But it's basically my default state these days, LOL. Given how thick and pumped my pecs are, it makes total sense that my nipples would be prominent and powerful too. 2) My cousin Steve was there. Steve is actually a economist by trade, but historically was the most fit person in our overall family. He's does crossfit and "functional strength" stuff, and would always be in strict control of his diet. He's that boring guy who turns down all of the cake and brings his own chicken and rice to the meal. Steve loves to get attention for his body, and he'll be the first to refer to himself as "jacked" or "brolic." He'll flex in photos and have little kids hang off of his biceps. That whole thing. Well guys... I couldn't tell you how exciting it was to see Steve and realize that I'm now SOOO much bigger than him. OMG, it was honestly overwhelming. I realize that only a crazy person would say this, but I never claimed to not be insane. Steve is a bit taller than me (he's about 5'11, I'm 5'9"), but I outweigh him by a full 25lb. He's a bit leaner than me, but not much. Which means I've got a HUGE amount of muscle on him. His arms are maybe 16"... mine are nearly 18". Our legs have no comparison whatsoever. Whatever gains he has, my muscles have totally eclipsed. He might be able to impress normal people with his physique, but he's simply no where near my league. The funny part is how none of this was spoken about. For a guy who talks about lifting and muscles all freaking day, he didn't make a single comment to me. Didn't acknowledge my new physique. Didn't want to tell me about his adventures in deadlifting and whatnot. He told nearly everyone else about this stuff BUT me. And it was so hot to realize... this is envy. He's envious and in denial. Another family member - a woman no less - came in and completely smashed the most important part of his identity. My smooth, beautiful muscles have the size and power that he's only dreaming of. I have the extreme strength. NOT HIM. And I didn't have to stay anything or brag or taunt him. Just my presence.. a bulging muscle goddess in a thin Summer dress... was enough to emasculate him. I'm grateful that you guys understand me, because it got so exciting that I was honestly overwhelmed at times. Being called a goddess all of the time gets into my head. Being told that the world should fall at my feet gets into my head. I guess I'm just embracing the role that you wonderful men have given me. I can't wait to get even bigger!!