JM's Muscle Cuties

The gym closed at ten. She was still in the locker room at 10:40, and it was your fault, and she was delighted about it. You'd programmed the session yourself: the arm-and-chest pump protocol, high reps, no rest, the one you only assign when you want her swollen past reason. And you'd added one line

Here's a fun little comic, I really like how clean this style is so it needed to be featured in a fun little growth scenario. Hope you guys enjoy! 💗

The challenge had sounded easy when Ethan shouted it across the pitch. One-on-one, first to three goals, loser buys smoothies. He'd been watching the pickup games at the community stadium all summer, working up the nerve, and today he'd finally pointed at the blonde girl in the green shorts and call

Well... I mean... If you're asking for it! 😏

Trying to make my comics more.... Elaborate so this is my first attempt at a multi-panel (or strip) style comic. I liked the process of making it. Using a self made program to set it up nicely! I hope you guys enjoy, I know I been neglecting the furry lovers quite a bit so I am happy spending time w

Jessie stared at her reflection in the gym mirror, her breath coming in shallow gasps after another grueling session. It had started innocently enough—meeting Alex at the coffee shop near her apartment, his eyes lighting up when she mentioned her casual yoga routine. But Alex had a thing for strengt

Missy pushed open the apartment door with her usual bright energy, one hand raised in a cheerful wave. Her dark green hair bounced against her shoulders as she stepped inside, voice lilting through the hallway. “Hiii~! I’m here for the shoot!” She paused in the entryway, blinking at the empty living

Author notes: I'd love some feedback if this whole comic thing is at all appealing or if I'm shooting blanks with it. When I make comics I will always try to include the images in full resolution that are used in it of course. Gotta Catch Some of Em'! The tall grass of Route 102 was being trampled f

In the quiet confines of a padded room at the quiet-wing clinic, Ashley sat strapped into her straitjacket, her brown hair tied up in those cute twin buns that made her look deceptively harmless. She had always been the type to crush on people from afar—guys with kind smiles, broad shoulders, anythi

Welcome to the New Year!!! I am in the works of creating my own comic creation tool to easier make comics that fit my needs. Optimizing it to make it as user friendly as possible with ONLY the tools I personally need. I did use Canva for a while but... A lot of it I don't like, among those is how sl

Coach hadn’t meant to cause a chain reaction when he spoke to Bella that day. He’d simply made an observation — a quick, offhand note during practice on a sunny spring afternoon. “Bella,” he said, squinting at her as she shifted nervously at the starting line. “You’re still a bit… top heavy for a sp

“You were saying?” It lands with a wink and a blade. She’s bigger than the dare now—so pumped the air around her seems to tighten to fit. Bare skin gleams; vein-laced mass piles high around a grin that knows exactly what it’s doing to you. Her traps ride up like storm clouds to the line of her jaw,

Buttons don’t just pop—they launch. One zips past your ear with a wicked little zing, another pings off the wall as her chest rises like a tide. Cotton splits in a clean, surrendering rip, the placket opening while her pecs climb, climb, climb, inner cuts carving deeper until the canyon between them

“I’m telling you—it’s too small. Don’t believe me?” She says it with that sideways, catlike smile, thumbs hooked under the last intact button of a white shirt that has absolutely no business being on this body. The cotton doesn’t drape so much as beg; seams bow into trembling arcs over pecs stacked

What happens when your boyfriend gives you a birthday present when... Well, lets be honest, it's more of a gift to him!