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Female Muscle Art - Female Muscle Fiction => Muscular Women Fiction => Topic started by: El_Roy_1999 on March 28, 2020, 09:22:18 pm
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This will be a weird one, but I hope you'll enjoy it. I'll post it in a few big parts as I finish them, here's part one.
“Seriously? That’s the look you want?”
Lindsey stared at her friend incredulously. Had Zoe gone mad? Her friend sighed and seemed deeply unhappy:
“Okay, I got it. I never should have told you.”
The other girl shook her head:
“No, no, it’s … it’s alright. I just … It’s a bit unexpected, don’t you think?”
There was an awkward pause. After weeks of grumbling and being quite harsh, Zoe had finally agreed to talk. They had found a quiet corner of the building and hidden there to take their break. Lindsey looked at her tall, slim friend. To be perfectly honest, she would have loved to have Zoe’s figure. At almost six feet, with long, slim legs and a trim waist, she was a total contrast to Lindsey’s, well, curvier figure. Alright, who was she kidding: She was fat. And she didn’t like it at all.
And now this: Zoe had just showed her a picture of the strangest … person she had ever seen. That, well, probably, woman was a bodybuilder, which was okay by Lindsey, but she was also … ugly. She had this super weird face, with those strange cheeks, that big chin and that super-square jaw. And the hair … Yeah, and she also had those thick, plastic lips. And some fake tits. And … Yeah, no. Yuck.
“I know. That’s why I didn’t want to talk about it. I knew that was what you were going to say. I can’t blame you.”
“Yeah … I … Listen, I don’t want to be horrible or anything, but that doesn’t look … healthy or anything.”
Zoe sighed:
“I don’t expect you to understand. I … I just wanted to tell you … Well, I didn’t. You asked. So here you are. I am obsessed with this. I have been looking at so many pictures and I even bought videos from her.”
“Wow. Can I see one?”
“Are you trying to make me even more awkward?”
“No … I’m trying to understand.”
“Lindsey, I am trying to understand this myself. It’s so bizarre for me to love this. I shouldn’t, you know.”
“I totally get that. It’s bad. How about the video?”
“You are such a weirdo.”
“Pot calling the kettle black.”
Zoe took a moment to find the video, then lowered the sound as far as possible. She switched it on and the woman appeared on screen, smiling her horrible plastic smile at the camera. Her deep, rough voice could be heard:
“Hello, dear. This is for you to enjoy …”
She put a hard, calloused hand against her cheek and ran it down towards her chin, then down to her neck. Lindsey could see the thick muscles on both sides bulge. The hand went down, her fingers running over striations that were astonishingly deep, before reaching her tit. This one was very round and so obviously fake it made Lindsey wonder how that even worked. She cupped it, or rather tried to, simply because it was so huge and round. Then she sank her fingers into the deeply tanned flesh, making the implant assume weird shapes. They heard the bodybuilder groan:
“Oh yes … That feels so good. I love my big fake tits …”
Lindsey was dumbfounded as the woman’s hand went further down, touching her bricklike abs. She managed to ask:
“You paid for this?”
“I paid her to make this for me.”
“Wow. You are obsessed.”
The woman went down and down, now filming her shaved crotch. There was a thick, thumblike protrusion that looked like a little penis.
“Is this her clitoris?”
“Mhm. Yeah.”
“Okay, you can shut it off now.”
Zoe did so, her face a deep crimson.
There was a long pause, then Lindsey said:
“I don’t see it, but I kinda get the fascination. She did this to herself and she loves it. I guess it’s better than being unhappy with your looks.”
Zoe shrugged:
“Maybe that’s it.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
The tall girl was even redder:
“Nothing, obviously. It’s just a fantasy. Maybe I’ll pay her for another video. That’s all.”
The bell rang, ending their break. If anything, it made Lindsey feel unfulfilled.
About that: Somehow, Zoe had managed to plant a seed of insanity in Lindsey’s brain. As she went back to the dorm later on, she couldn’t take her mind off that picture. And that clip. How could anybody want to be like that? Her mind constantly returned to that bizarre vision, making her wonder about whether she was actually normal. She couldn’t just start to fantasize about this too, could she?
She got home, said hello to her roommate and climbed on her bunk bed. She had decided to take the upper bed, because she hoped the extra exercise would make her lose weight, but all it did was make her tired. She got comfortable and searched online:
“Bodybuilder woman face.”
Oh God, she was so ruining her search profile! Then came the pictures. Most weren’t half bad. Quite a few of them were actually beautiful, like models. Some others … Not so much. And some where extreme. Like the one Zoe was obsessing over. She even found the one: Apparently, her name was Caroline Jakobovsky. And there were before pictures too.
Lindsey gasped: She had been fat, just like her. Over the years, she had built that body and she even posted a detailed timeline of her transformation! The chubby student couldn’t believe her eyes as she read the text, complete with detailed descriptions and lots of pictures. This was … fascinating. She could see the other woman grow more muscular slowly, the fat receding. Her face turned harsher and more brutish, her muscles swelled, her outfits became more revealing, and she got stronger and stronger. She saw how the woman’s breasts got inflated bigger and bigger, how her lips got injected, how she got her tan, how she got pierced … She even showed a timeline of her clit!
This was too much for Lindsey.
She closed the window and took a deep breath.
No. She was not going to fall for the same thing. No. Never.
Meanwhile, Zoe was feeling terrible. She had just alienated her best friend for nothing. Nothing really changed, didn’t it? The only thing she managed to do was that Lindsey now hated her. Or thought that she was a freak. She should have kept her mouth shut. If she just had kept her stupid fantasy to herself, that whole thing would never have happened. She groaned. Why couldn’t she just keep her secrets and be okay with it? No one had forced her to do this! Besides, she would never have gone for it anyway.
She sighed. The thought of having such a body and such a face was … odd. It turned her on. She wondered how it would feel to have such enormous muscles … How would it feel to be restricted in her movements by her sheer mass? What about those giant breasts? How did one even sleep with bags of saline stuck on one’s chest? And the face? What was it like to look like a monster and to love it?
She could feel herself get wet. Fuck.
Zoe ran her fingers over her tiny clit. About that … What if she could really jerk herself off? Like one of the boys? What was that like?
She was torn from her daydreaming by a message on her phone. Fuck. Lindsey.
The tall girl couldn’t deal with this right now. No way. She ignored it. Instead, she tried to find her way back to her horniness.
Over the next few days, Zoe did her best to evade her friend. They didn’t share many classes, so this was easy for the most part. She felt horrible. Somehow, everything had gone to shit because of her stupidity. At the same time, she was obsessing about Caroline more than ever. She was on the verge of ordering another video, with only her shame regarding Lindsey holding her back.
Just as she was on her way to the next class, she suddenly got accosted by Lindsey. The chubby woman just basically ran into her, almost pushing her against the wall. Zoe was too shocked to say anything and just stared at her friend.
“Okay … Okay … Zoe, you did this to me. You made me fall for this. I don’t know how, but we gotta do this. Together. Got me?”
The tall woman stared at her. What did she just hear?
“Are you serious?”
“I can’t get this out of my head. It’s your fault. So you can’t just ignore me now!”
It took Zoe a moment to parse what she just heard. Then, slowly, she answered:
“Okay … Yeah. I guess I can’t.”
“Good. And don’t you forget it!”
That evening, they met at Zoe’s place. She had a room on her own after her roommate dropped out of college and the management didn’t find a replacement. They sat on the lower bunk bed which Zoe used as a backup sofa and tried to figure out what it all meant. Lindsey asked:
“So … If we really do this … How?”
“I have no idea. I mean, it is totally crazy.”
“I know. I still hope it’ll go away.”
“I tried that for a year.”
“A year? Seriously? That’s bad.”
“Yeah. So I guess we’ll have to either get therapy or do something.”
“Like train?”
“That sounds like a good first step. Maybe it’s too hard and we get discouraged and it stays a fantasy. That would be better, I guess.”
“Or it works and we get huge.”
Lindsey smiled. Zoe jumped up.
“You know what we should do? We should try and find out what we’d look like!”
“Okay … How would we do that?”
“Well, I’ve been learning how to edit photos and I guess I could transform pictures of ours. Also, I may have been experimenting with drawing muscles … What do you think?”
Lindsey looked away. She was squeamish about being photographed. She hated her looks on the pictures: She always looked awkward and ugly. Zoe added:
“I’m not going to show them to anyone. You say it, and I’ll delete the pictures, okay?”
“I’m still not too sure about this.”
“No problem. We’ll start with me, okay?”
This she could agree on. They hung up a bedsheet to have a neutral background, then Zoe stripped. Lindsey stared. She hadn’t expected this. Her friend was rather skinny and seeing her naked made her painfully aware of her own shapelessness. Zoe said:
“Okay, here’s the camera, do it!”
To Lindsey’s surprise, Zoe went for a bodybuilder pose, flexing what should be her biceps. She snapped the pictures, then returned the camera. After checking them out, the thin girl said:
“Cool. Those will work.”
She copied the pictures on her computer and went to work. For Lindsey, it was astonishing to watch. Zoe was struggling a bit, but after a while, she got in the flow and the chubby woman could watch her friend transform on screen. Her skin got a deep tan, then Zoe painted in some muscles, carefully shading them. Lindsey was astonished by the mass she was adding. If Zoe really had muscles like these, she would be a heavyweight bodybuilder!
“Isn’t that a bit much?”
“No, it’s maybe even a bit too little. Just you wait!”
She continued, painting in the abs, then surrounding them by a framework of hard obliques. Occasionally, she checked on other pictures to be sure she didn’t screw this up. She added the thighs and calves next, then the arms. Although it took very long to do this, neither woman felt it. Instead, they were becoming more and more excited by the progress.
“Okay, so what do you think?”
“It looks strange … Your head on top of that body …”
“I know. Also, I still gotta do the boobs.”
What happened next made Lindsey stare. In no time, Zoe painted a set of ultra-huge jugs on her chest, round, fake and massive.
“Holy crap!”
“Nice, huh? Imagine having tits like those …”
“I can imagine the back pain.”
“Girl, with muscles like those, there’s no back pain. That’s just extra training.”
“You’re so strange.”
“I know. Now, I get to do the face.”
“Seriously?”
“Sure. That’s the whole thing, don’t you think?”
Zoe started painting over her face, adding lines, broadening the jaw, emphasizing the cheeks and turning her innocent, yet rather plain face into a brutish mask. She added the makeup and said:
“Like it yet?”
“It looks terrifying.”
“I know. Imagine having a face like that!”
She added the lips, giving her picture a pair of outrageously swollen sausages.
“Damn, Zoe … It’s still you, but …”
“Mhm. It’s … wow.”
Zoe zoomed back out and gasped. The effect was astonishing. Of course, the picture was crude and she could see a hundred things to fix, but at the same time, she could feel her heart beat faster. Did she really want this? She struggled. Yes …
“Okay. Do it!”
“Really? Cool. Take off your clothes and I’ll get right to it.”
Lindsey blushed, but decided she had to be strong now. She got out of her outfit and stood in front of the sheet. She still tried her best to cover her big breasts and her crotch. Zoe frowned:
“You’ve got to work with me there. If you pose like this, it’ll look stupid. Come on, be more he-man-like!”
Lindsey got deep crimson, but she complied, lifting her arms into a double biceps pose. She felt ridiculous, but Zoe snapped away, then said:
“Thank you. Now, let’s work the magic!”
She started working and the longer it went, the more Lindsey switched from being embarrassed to finding it fascinating. When Zoe began increasing the mass of her legs, Lindsey stared, then said:
“Wow … Those will be huge!”
“You deserve it.”
“You’re really turning all my fat into muscle. I wish it were this easy.”
“I had to practice a lot, you know.”
“Sorry. Please go on!”
She watched as Zoe turned her fat legs into sculpted pillars, deeply tanned and striated. She felt something tense within her.
“Ooh …”
“Something wrong?”
“No, no, everything is fine. Just continue!”
Zoe moved up, working on Lindsey’s midsection. She asked:
“So, do you want a slim waist or a really heavy one?”
The chubby woman hesitated. At last, she said:
“Make me big!”
Zoe gave her a smirk and went to work, transforming her friend’s flab into a mass of absurdly defined muscle gut. When she was done, Lindsey was taking deep breaths. She had spent so much time wanting to be thin that seeing this heavy monstrosity take shape made her doubt herself. What would it feel like to have such a bulging deformity grow from her? She couldn’t even imagine it.
Meanwhile, Zoe packed the rest of her body with muscles. She broadened her friend’s back, filled up her shoulders, turned her arms into pythons and expanded her pecs until they overtook her breasts. Lindsey’s arms were now gigantic masses of meat, each one probably twenty inches around in reality. They were carved deep, with hard, bulging veins and striations all over. Then she smiled and asked:
“So, fake boobs for you too?”
“Of course …”
Lindsey watched as Zoe painted in a pair of completely artificial bags of silicone, resting them on that absurd muscle gut.
The thin woman grinned:
“Nice, huh?”
“Incredible. Do my face now!”
In no time, Lindsey’s face transformed into a mask of roids and plastic. Zoe was having fun, pushing back her friend’s hairline, emphasizing her cheeks and constructing a brutish uber-jaw that would give a nutcracker career doubts. Then, she inflated her lips, and added a surprisingly decent make-up. At last, she was done and said:
“So, what do you think? Do you like the look?”
By that time, Lindsey was so wet, it was getting uncomfortable. She took a deep breath and said:
“Can you put them next to each other?”
“You mean us?”
“Us.”
Zoe did as she was asked and licked her lips.
“Wait, I forgot something.”
“What?”
She grinned and went to work on their pussies, painting in a thick clitoris that would be a good four inches thick in real life. The two young women stared at the caricatures in front of them and stayed very silent. They both knew they wanted this. It was terrifying.
Just as they were going to say something, Lindsey noticed that it was already way early. She said:
“Shit. It’s two o’clock already. How did that happen?”
“Time flies if you’re having fun.”
“Oh yeah. Say, could I stay with you tonight? Somehow, I don’t want to go out now.”
“Sure.”
In the end, Lindsey slept on the lower bunk bed, but even that took a long time. Somehow, every time they were about to fall asleep, they ended up talking again. Were they for real on this? Should they talk to some psychologist? Wasn’t this crazy? What would their friends and family say? Then they had to look at the picture again. Somewhere along the way, they masturbated to their new bodies … It was a little awkward, but they couldn’t stop themselves anymore. The whole situation left them blushing and confused. Then, finally, they could sleep.
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:bravo:nice set up and interesting characters. I look forward to watching there transformation!
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Mmm fantastic. Love the build up. Hope they get sweaty and muscled up together. More please
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Nice start, looking forward to see how far they go!
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Hope this one keeps going. Great work as always
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Great start. Looking forward to more. I love the premise
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Here's the continuation!
Despite their mutual fascination, neither did much towards it at first. They were busy at college, there was a lot of stress all around and besides, neither really knew how to handle this whole business. Lindsey tried doing crunches in the evening and went jogging for a bit, but that didn’t do much in the way of muscle-building. For Zoe, it was largely the same. She did manage to follow a fitness program for a few days, but after two weeks, she dropped back into her usual routine.
The two young women were just mostly trying to stay afloat in class and although they didn’t forget about their passion, they didn’t act on it. Things were just too busy. Zoe continued her photomanipulations though and occasionally sent Lindsey the fruits of her labor. The plump girl couldn’t believe what she saw. Zoe kept reworking her own pictures into those huge muscle-packed monstrosities. It was shocking to watch. It was also very, very hot.
In the end, she caved and sent her her own pictures to work on. Soon, she owned a photo of herself turned into a veiny creature wrapped in brutal muscle. Fake-titted, tanned and her face distorted into roided-up ugliness, she was lying on her bed, the sweat glinting on her skin.
Lindsey decided to give something in return for Zoe’s generosity. It took a lot of time to prepare, but in the end, she felt she was ready. She sent a message to her friend, asking her to be available that afternoon, and, once Zoe accepted it, went to pack everything up.
The chubby young woman arrived at Zoe’s place with several boxes and suitcases, struggling to carry them all. Once Zoe saw her, she rushed to help her, surprised by the sheer mass of stuff.
“What are you up to, girl?”
“Oh, it’s a surprise for you. I hope you’ll like it!”
“Okay …”
“Just help me get all that stuff inside.”
As soon as everything was there, Lindsey closed the blinds and said:
“You were so nice to me, I just had to give something back.”
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but okay …”
“Okay, here goes nothing.” Lindsey opened one of the boxes, revealing a muscular human torso. She explained: “You know I’m in drama club, don’t you?”
“I didn’t, but whatever. What is this?”
“So, a couple of years ago, they did a show on Greek myth and they had a prop builder construct a Hercules costume.”
“Uh-huh …”
“They used it for a couple of performances, since the actor picked for it was rather skinny-fat and didn’t manage to get in shape. Then they put it in storage and forgot about it. I was picked to put some order into it and … ta-daa!”
Zoe didn’t seem to understand. Lindsey took the thing out and held it up.
“It should fit you.”
It clicked.
“Seriously?”
Lindsey nodded.
“And there’s more. But let’s get you suited up first, shall we?”
All of a sudden, Zoe was very much awake, ready and horny. She stared as Lindsey spread out the muscle suit’s parts. It was a complete set, made of robust latex and clearly modelled on a very heavyweight male bodybuilder. With a grin, Lindsey said:
“Please take off your clothes.”
In a matter of instants, Zoe was naked except for her panties. Clumsily, she put on the suit, carefully slipping into the parts and connecting them. She put the legs on first, amazed by their girth. Looking at her reflection, she giggled.
“Whoa. This is some pro cycler level of development, don’t you think?”
She turned around, admiring her fake glutes and quads. Her upper body looked completely out of place on those meat columns. Zoe nodded, trying to suppress her own horniness. Then she handed her the torso, helping Zoe put it on, then slipping the cover of the connections over them. Zoe ran her fingers over her bulging, gut-like abs.
“Fuck. Look at those …”
Lindsey nodded. She was very, very horny now. Still, there was still a lot to do. Next came the arms. Zoe slipped them on, marveling at the hugeness of the biceps. Her arms each instantly quadrupled in volume, looking absolutely gigantic now.
Once that was done, she took a few steps, fake-flexing her arms. Somehow, the material was made well enough to at least bulge a little.
“Oh, yeah! I’m huge! Look at those muscles! I’m a monster!”
She posed in front of the mirror, examining the mass of her body, then walked around, instantly falling into the musclemen swagger. She grinned:
“Fuck yeah. Lindsey, you’re a genius!”
“That’s not even all, you know?”
“There’s more?”
Lindsey reached into another box and extricated a pair of rounded, fake-fake tits. She had ordered them online, and they were easily as big as her head each. Zoe’s eyes opened wide.
“Gimme.”
The tits were connected to a transparent kind of pseudo-bra which she slipped over Zoe’s now gigantic arms and locked it behind her wide back. Once they were in place, her friend started fondling the huge silicone bags, squeezing them lustfully and grinning madly.
“Those are … amazing!”
Lindsey looked at her handiwork and grinned. The sight turned her on even more, and she had even crazier stuff prepared!
“I have one more thing, but we’ll have to see whether it works. I tried it for myself and … Just let me try!”
“Okay … I’m all in.”
“Cool. Now sit down and close your eyes.”
Zoe awkwardly sat down, the thick padding of the suit boosting her up. She giggled, but Lindsey sternly told her to stay silent.
“Fine, boss!”
“Let me do this.”
Lindsey took the bits and pieces from her bag and carefully went to work, applying the prosthetics she had produced at home. It was a lot of work to get this ready and she had to be careful with the make-up, but eventually, she was done.
Zoe had been getting fidgety, but every time she wanted to take a look, Lindsey cut her off:
“No peeking!”
“Aww …”
Then, at last, she was ready. She said:
“Okay, you can look now.”
Zoe opened her eyes and stared. This was incredible. She looked at her reflection and her face had transformed. Using some prosthetics, Lindsey had expanded her jawline, made her cheeks bulge and built up her forehead, giving her face that harsh, roided look.
“Incredible …”
Lindsey breathed out sharply. She was relieved it actually worked.
The other girl got up, examining her transformed look. The muscles, the giant tits, the weird face … She looked monstrous, and she loved it.
To Lindsey’s surprise, she embraced her, engulfing her in those huge tits and muscles. Lindsey wanted to resist, but then, she suddenly felt very hot and very, very horny.
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“I … I’m just glad you like it.”
“Like it? Love it! God, this is the look, you know?”
“Actually, there are two more things …”
“Even more? You’re the best! I don’t know what to say …”
Lindsey opened the final package and took out three things. The first was a syringe with lip fillers. The second was an outfit. And the third was a little cock. She said:
“If you want to complete the look?”
“Absolutely! Do it. Do it all!”
Carefully, Lindsey put on some gloves, put on the numbing cream as she was told and slowly pumped the filler into Zoe’s lips. She massaged them, then added:
“This will go away in a couple of weeks. But you’ll look very sexy for the time.”
Once she was done, Zoe sported some rather plump lips, not as big as on the morph, but still, big enough. Then she put on the outfit with Lindsey’s help. It was a bit of a struggle, but once she was done, she couldn’t help grinning. It consisted of a pair of super-tight yoga pants that covered her fake leg muscles like a second skin, a triangle bikini that covered her thick nipples, but not much more, and a large cut-off shirt that left her with some serious underboob and a good view of both her giant arms and her amazing abs.
As a final bit, Lindsey helped her put the tiny cock into her pants, which produced a small, but unmistakable bulge of her fake big clit. Then Lindsey said:
“You’re almost perfect. I just need to get dressed and then, we can go out.”
“Go out? Are you crazy?”
“Girl, I’m not going to turn you into my sex dream project and then not show you off. Besides, no one will recognize you. And even if they did, they wouldn’t believe it.”
“Okay, but what about you?”
“Oh, obviously people aren’t going to look at me all that much. But I plan to disguise myself too.”
Zoe stared at her reflection, did a few flexes, hefted her giant boobs and generally couldn’t believe what she saw. She was also quite hot in that suit, but that was the price to pay, she assumed. Meanwhile, Lindsey went to work on her own look. In no time, she had gone for a simple, dressed down goth look, no corsets or complicated boots, just a big black shirt, pale make-up and some chucks. She put on the black bang wig, checked herself once again and said:
“Enough with the staring, time to go!”
An hour later, they arrived at the local alternative club. Lindsey had picked it because she didn’t want to take too big a jump, but still, their look, no, Zoe’s look was enough to make everybody here stare. At first, Zoe had been rather shy about her new body, with her stance not really fitting her bulk. She found it difficult to move with all that stuff hanging from her slim body. However, Lindsey kicked her ankle and scolded her.
“You gotta sell it! Come on!”
She had started to get used to it and she was having fun, holding people’s stares and waiting for them to look away. She was outrageous and she knew it. Lindsey had done wonders on the makeup. That girl had potential! She had managed to make her blown-up lips look even bigger and fuller, she had brought out her fake cheekbones so much they looked brutal, and she had still managed to give her some sultry eyes. She was a freak, but in the best sense of the word. She was also wearing her preferred pair of sexy heels, boosting her up beyond six feet. She was shocked that she took up so much room! She towered over the people at the entrance, rivaling the bouncer and causing people to reach for their phones.
The bouncer let them in without much fuss. He was way too shocked by what he saw. Once they were inside, Zoe bent over to Lindsey and chuckled:
“I wonder what he was thinking?”
“I don’t know. I guess he might have been a little jealous?”
“I don’t know. I wouldn’t know what I’d think in such a situation!”
“Trust me, you’d be amazed. I sure am.”
“This is so crazy …”
They headed further inside, drawing even more attention to Zoe. People stopped and stared as she passed them, dropping things, looking as if their minds had collapsed or retching in disgust. For Zoe, this was exhilarating. She got into the groove, swinging her hips, letting her heavy tits bounce and giving people a good look of her majestic body. In the dim light of the club, she looked real. They both could tell from the people’s expressions.
Zoe laughed and said:
“Watch this.”
She walked to the bar, plopped her huge tits on it and said:
“I’ll need two Mojitos.”
She kept her voice deep and husky, to sound the part. The barkeeper stared at her. He had completely zoned out. She snapped her fingers and growled aggressively.
“Two Mojitos!”
He got it right on the second time, got her the drinks and apologized. She paid, then returned to Lindsey, laughing. The other girl took the drink and said:
“Holy crap! You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
“This is the best! I’m a monster and I fucking love it!”
Lindsey looked at her friend’s brutish face. She let herself go and just took her look for what it was, and she wanted this even more. She wanted to be like this. Big, brutal, monstrous. Scary. Oh yes. And strong.
“Let’s dance!”
Zoe stared at her:
“I don’t think I should. This body …”
“Fuck it. Come with me!”
She pulled on her, leading her on the dancefloor. They let the music drive them and they enjoyed it. Lindsey went close, singing along with the lyrics and letting go. She wasn’t used to doing this, normally, she didn’t put herself into the spotlight like this, but tonight, she felt free.
Grinding herself against her friend’s fake muscle body, she wondered how it would feel …
The thought made her very, very horny.
However, their dance was cut short when Zoe declared:
“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore. This is so hot!”
“You are hot!”
“No, I mean the body. I can’t breathe!”
They stopped, returned to the side and relaxed for a moment. That’s when a guy approached them:
“Wow. You two are amazing. Are you here often?”
Zoe grinned:
“Do you think you would have missed me if I had been here before?”
“Good point. I’m Isaac! Nice to meet you!”
The musclewoman grinned, her face becoming even more intimidating:
“Are you hitting on me?”
“Well … Yes. Your look is fascinating!”
“It’s the tits, right?”
“Not only. I like the style. The hardness. The muscles.”
“Okay …”
She exchanged glances with Lindsey. What was going on? Was this a joke?
“You’ll have to excuse us. Now.”
Before he could say a thing, she took Lindsey by the hand and dragged her to the restroom. They caused quite a commotion there, but once that was sorted out, Zoe shouted:
“What was that?”
“I don’t know. A freak, maybe?”
“Pot and kettle, you know?”
“I know. I … Fuck, I don’t understand this. I mean, of course, there’s got to be people liking it or Caroline wouldn’t have much business, but here?”
“I can’t go back out there! What if he asks questions?”
“Just do it. Make something up. I don’t think that guy’s going to doubt much. You’re making his day right now, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, he’s cute, but what if he wants to …”
“Just play it by ear.”
“Wow. Great advice, Miss Casual Dating!”
“Hey, that was uncalled for. I’m just shy. I don’t date because of that. And anyway, why are you asking me?”
“I don’t know. You’re here, I trust you. What else should I do?”
“As I said, I don’t know!”
Just then, a raven-haired goth beauty tried to pass them and growled:
“Are you freaks done already? People need to use the bathroom.”
Zoe turned to face her, an operation which was a little intimidating, and growled:
“Now listen, you bitch …”
The other girl stared at her, only now understanding who she was facing. She got very quiet and waited until they left. Back outside, Zoe said:
“Whoa. Did you see how that bitch gave up? That was nice …”
“You are kinda intimidating.”
“I am. Yeah. So, what next? Where did that guy go?”
They looked around, but didn’t find him. Zoe was disappointed. She was starting to feel hot and sweaty in her outfit and it wasn’t all that comfortable. They stayed for a little while, then left, causing some more ruckus on the way out.
They were back home sooner than expected. It was a little disappointing, but it had also been quite revelatory. As Lindsey helped her friend out of the suit, the tall woman said:
“Okay, that was incredible. I’m so going to do that again. Do you want to try it too?”
“I wish, but I don’t think I could fit that suit right now. I don’t have the shape for it and I’m a bit too short.”
“Yeah, I guess that could be a problem. We should get you a suit made, anyway. And we should definitely start to train for real. If I can be like that 24/7, but sans the sweatiness inside the suit …”
They both nodded quietly. They had to do this!
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Awesome update! This story is shaping up to foreshadow how huge they'll get!
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Loving this story! I actually have my own muscle suit to inspire my own bodybuilding dreams, so it's really cool to see Zoe doing the same :)
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That's great! I wonder how that feels ...
Thank you for your support.
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That's great! I wonder how that feels ...
Thank you for your support.
It feels great! I bought it on ebay from a guy call "musclesuit", he has of bunch of different types/sizes and will make them custom fit for your body. They're somewhat expensive, but totally worth it if you have a muscle growth fetish and want to feel what it's like to be "big"...or if you're into cosplay. I bought the biggest style he had and I need to go sideways through doors, I look like a total beast!
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That's great! I wonder how that feels ...
Thank you for your support.
It feels great! I bought it on ebay from a guy call "musclesuit", he has of bunch of different types/sizes and will make them custom fit for your body. They're somewhat expensive, but totally worth it if you have a muscle growth fetish and want to feel what it's like to be "big"...or if you're into cosplay. I bought the biggest style he had and I need to go sideways through doors, I look like a total beast!
Whoa.
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Any plans to continue in the near future? I really miss this story :(
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Definitely working on it, but I'm still finishing a bunch of commissions.
A continuation is coming!
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Glad to see more from Roy. Look forward to more.
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Great start and would like to read how she gets as big in real as her suit was.
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This is a very enticing story and I love the set up! I’m really looking forward to reading more. Great job!
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Here's a next part:
They went for a couple of further outings with the suit, with Zoe getting more used to it and Lindsey doing small improvements on it to make it more real. Every time they returned, they were both covered in sweat, although this wasn’t necessarily due to the outfit. More than that, the whole situation turned them on and they just needed release.
Strangely, there was this Isaac figure who reappeared on their outings, admiring Zoe from afar and clearly loving what he saw. They didn’t care too much about him, being completely entranced by her huge body.
That’s when they started their little games, as they called it, hanging out in Zoe’s room and masturbating relentlessly as they imagined their future bodies and just feeling happy that they were not alone. Nothing more happened, but they definitely loved what was happening.
Eventually, the term ended and they both hesitated. They hadn’t achieved anything towards their goal, except that Lindsey had lost a few pounds and Zoe had managed to hold the plank for more than a minute. That wasn’t what they had expected. They did buy another custom video from Caroline and had watched it on repeat for hours, happily rubbing themselves as the brutish woman showed off her absurd body, talking about the difficulty of her training and how it felt to be so big and monstrous … It was great, but it wasn’t getting them closer to their dream.
Somehow, neither of them wanted to admit that they were failing and that they needed to get this going.
At last, Lindsey said:
“Okay, enough is enough. Either we do it now or never! Let’s join a gym and finally do this!”
Zoe wasn’t too sure about that. In a way, the suit satisfied her and besides, she felt that she was figuratively doing the brunt of the lifting.
“Can’t we wait for the fall? I could use a break …”
“No. No! Enough excuses. Come on. We’ll do it right now!”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
The look in Lindsey’s eyes was terrifying, so Zoe grabbed her things and followed her friend. Maybe this would work …
To their surprise, it actually did. They started going to the gym every day now, doing their best to go through their routines reliably, and not wasting too much time chatting. The place was okay. There were a lot of women, very few actual bodybuilders, and those that were, were men only. Zoe and Lindsay did their best and worked hard.
It soon started to pay off, with Zoe noticing slight bumps of emerging abs on her waist and some moderate bulges on her arms where her biceps were shaping up, while Lindsay lost a little weight and tightened up.
This was nice, it even felt good, but it was far from what they wanted. Still, as for now, it was a step in the right direction and they could really hope for the best.
Once they settled in, they started to check out the other regulars, and there was a group of women which they found particularly interesting. Because the two students were on their summer break, they could train during the off hours when the place was mostly deserted, and that was when those women showed up.
Those women were amazing!
Lindsay noticed them first. As far as she could tell, they were amazingly fit and they had incredible bodies. Big breasts, tight asses, long legs … They were a sight to behold. And the exercises they did … There was a certain elegance to them.
She managed to withstand for a week or two, but then, she poked her friend and said:
“Zoe, you’ve got to talk to them! I need to know. Please!”
The taller student sighed:
“But what do I say? I can’t just go over and say: ‘Hey, my friend here noticed you have big tits, wanna chat?’ That would be super-awkward!”
“Yeah, no, well … I mean, couldn’t you just come up with something less … stupid?”
Zoe blushed.
“I have no idea …”
“Then do it anyway … Please! We need to know this.”
“But what exactly?”
“Everything … Pleasepleaseplease!”
“God, you’re annoying!”
“I know, but …”
“I’m doing it, but you have to come along!”
Reluctantly, Lindsay agreed, following Zoe along.
They walked over to those goddesses and waited for them to notice them. They stood there for a while, watching silently, trying not to be awkward. They were very awkward.
At last, one of the women rolled her eyes and turned to them.
“Yes? What is it?”
They blushed. Zoe tried to say something, failed and gave Lindsay a jab of her elbow.
“Ow! Err … Hi. I’m Lindsay and I … I … I’m really … You look amazing!”
The woman waited for a second, then said:
“Thank you.”
There was a pause. Then Lindsay blurted out:
“Do you have implants?”
Zoe wanted to sink into the ground, never to be seen again. The woman was a little surprised, but said:
“Yes. I do.”
“How are they?”
Two other uber-women walked up to their friend and Lindsay started to tremble. Zoe was about to faint. The woman grinned, squeezed her tits together in their workout top and said:
“Big.”
Then she wanted to return to her training, amused by the girls’ awkwardness, but Lindsay had taken the tumble and wasn’t going to stop now.
“I … We want some too. Could you tell us more?”
The woman chuckled and said:
“No problem. Let’s finish the training, then we talk!”
Zoe and Lindsay never went through their routine so unfocused.
At last, they were done and they patiently waited for the others to finish. Then, finally, they could talk. The woman said:
“So I’m Noelle, and you are?”
“I’m Lindsay, and this is Zoe. Sorry for disturbing you earlier.”
“No problem. It happens a lot. What do you want to know?”
“Okay …” Lindsay was blushing again. “How big are they?”
Noelle raised her eyebrow and the other women grinned:
“My implants are 800 ccs silicone. I’ve had them for three years now, so they settled down nicely.”
“Cool … They look great, don’t you think?” Zoe nodded eagerly, only now realizing that Lindsay was handling the conversation. “Were they expensive?”
“Depends on how you see it. I mean, we’re strippers …” One of the women corrected her: “Exotic dancers.” “We’re strippers and those are tax deductible. Besides, they’re earning us good money. So … nah.”
The students were staring. Strippers. Oh God. What did they get themselves into?
Noelle was a little confused by their reaction and said:
“You know what, why don’t you come to our club and watch us. You’ll get a good look, and if you want, you can try amateur night!”
She handed them a flyer. The girls blushed so badly that they fled, leaving a trail of awkwardness behind them. The three sex goddesses laughed, amused by the weird reaction.
After even more hesitation, the two girls got ready and went to that strip club. Maybe, if they managed to befriend the strippers, they would get a good look, and maybe a handful, of their boobs. That should be worth it.
They decided to go there in their regular look, eschewing the suit. That would be too odd, they decided.
As they came in, the music was loud and intense and the dancers on the stage were … amazing. Lindsey clung to Zoe’s arm and said:
“Oh God … Look at this! They’re doing … the moves! Wow!”
Zoe herself was a little intimidated, but her experience as a bulky muscle goddess made her stand up straight and she dragged Lindsay along until they found a table in the back. They could watch what was going on without being seen themselves. As far as they could tell, amateur night meant regular night. All of these girls were absolute pros and the audience was very much enjoying what was happening.
It would probably have been a rather strange, but basically calm evening for the two of them if Noelle hadn’t spotted them from the stage. After she finished her dance, she jumped down from the stage and walked towards the two girls, which promptly started to panic. She put her hands on the table, her round boobs naked and exposed and said:
“Hey, you came! So, wanna try?”
The girls were about to faint, but the gorgeous woman somehow dragged them along and they ended up backstage, unable to stop her.
Once there, Zoe gave the other girls who were getting ready a tiny wave. They were obviously the professional house dancers, but one of them got up and asked:
“So Noelle got you back here? God, you can be a jerk!”
Noelle grinned:
“Hey, let them do it. They’re from the same gym I go to and they’re definitely okay!”
Zoe wanted to protest, but Noelle handed her an outfit:
“Put that on. You’ll see, it’ll be fun!” Then she turned to Lindsay and said: “And this is for you!”
Lindsay choked:
“Me? Me? No. No. Never. Lindsay is fit, she can do that, but I? No. No. Nonono.”
“Relax. The boys love girls with a little more!”
The other woman nodded:
“Times have changed. Just wiggle your ass a bit, show them your boobs and … tadaa!”
Lindsay protested, but when she saw that Zoe was getting dressed, she sighed:
“You’re really going to do that?”
“Yes. I think I will. Come on. We’re in college, it’s time to experiment!”
They regretted this moments later when they heard the announcer call them out. To ease them along, Noelle accompanied them. The outfits she had picked for them were appropriately geeky, being clearly inspired by Japanese school uniforms. The music boomed loud and somehow, Zoe relaxed. Practicing the muscle show had somehow allowed her to get more relaxed and she just ran with it, strutting along the catwalk with Lindsay at her side. Using her friend as an anchor, the chubby girl joined in. There, they danced.
It worked.
To their surprise, they let lose, ignoring the audience. Just like during their muscle outings, the two young women enjoyed their bodies, imagining them to be muscular and buxom already. They kissed, they embraced, they touched each other, and then, to the audience’s delight, they started fondling and undressing each other, all the while swinging their hips and giving the watchers a few glimpses of their tits.
Noelle was surprised. It was unconventional and maybe a little much at times, but those girls were cute …
Once they returned, the two young women were very sweaty and exhausted. Zoe groaned:
“I can’t believe we did this.”
“I can’t believe you made me do this.”
“I … Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“Actually, I think that was fun.”
Lindsay nodded vaguely. Then Noelle came back in and said:
“You forgot your money.”
“Money?”
Noelle laughed:
“Yes, money. Which is why we do this.”
She handed her a fistful of bills.
“Whoa. That’s a lot.”
The professional grinned:
“Nah, it’s not. But they liked your style. If you want to go at it again, this will work!”
“Seriously?”
“Sure. I’m not saying you should drop out of college, but if you can use the money, I’m pretty sure we can make room for you.”
The two girls exchanged nervous glances.
The ambience at the gym changed from that day on. The strippers got the girls involved in their training and soon, they started to show some real progress. After a month or so, they were feeling fitter. They were not in the other women’s shape yet, but they certainly felt more confident. Also, they appeared on amateur night regularly now. The attention was nice, the money was good, and for them it was a boost in confidence.
At the same time, they kept to their muscle sessions. They still had only one suit, but the various improvements meant that it was getting more realistic and easier to wear. When Zoe bust out her new dance moves at the club while all muscled up, the other dancers just stared. Back home, Lindsay didn’t let her take it off. Instead, she pulled Zoe on top of her and whispered:
“Fuck me with that clit of yours!”
The other girl, heated up by an evening of teasing, couldn’t resist. Lindsey felt her friend’s huge fake tits rub against her own soft ones as she rubbed her plastic cocklet against her pussy. She started breathing heavily instantly. This was … incredible.
Zoe growled:
“So, you like that?”
“Oh yes … This is … so good.”
The fake muscle girl continued, caught in the illusion. Was she really feeling this or was it just the heat? It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. She was sweaty, she was horny and she was very much living a kind of dream, wasn’t she?
She saw Lindsay writhe under her, gasping and moaning and she just carried on, feeling a similar feeling rise. Oh God, she was going to cum …
At last, they laid on the bed, Zoe’s huge body taking up most of the space, with Lindsay cuddling against her friend’s prosthetic mass. She looked at her distorted face and kissed her.
“I want this. I need this.”
Zoe brushed her friend’s hair from her face and said:
“Me too. Oh yes. We’ve got to get serious about this.”
Over the next month, they intensified their workouts further. They also got a good look at Noelle’s implants and they decided they needed some themselves. Maybe not as big yet, but they had to get used to them, stretch their skin, so they would eventually reach their dream size.
Noelle was happy to give them her surgeon’s address.
And then, the girls noticed that one of the strippers was getting an injection before her training. The next thing they asked was what it was.
When the woman, Lina, shamefully admitted that it was a steroid, the girls almost came. This strip club was the motherlode they had been looking for …
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Nervous, Lindsay asked:
“So … Is it any good?”
Lina nodded discreetly:
“It’s amazing. It boosts my workouts, makes me last longer and keeps me slim. It’s great!”
“And what about the side-effects?”
“Nothing much, really. I only use a very low dosage. Just a little extra to make sure I stay fit. You don’t need to worry.”
Lindsay shot a glance at Zoe, who was grinning like an idiot. Oh, they weren’t worrying …
“Cool. Coolcoolcool. Say, could we try it too?”
“Hm. I don’t know. Aren’t you way too young for that stuff? I mean, you gotta be careful with this.”
Zoe barged into the conversation a little too eagerly:
“No, no, it’s no problem. We’re young, we can try things!”
“Okay, suit yourself. I’ll bring you some next time. But you have to pay: This is not a ‘the first one is on the house’-situation, got it?”
“Sure! We’ll have the money!”
That evening, the girls went crazy. Their fantasies were running wild. They were going to get it all! Sure, it would be expensive, but fuck it! They could make some money stripping and they were going to live their dreams!
They ended up 69-ing on Zoe’s bed, imagining their bodies all thick and muscular, with deep voices and huge tits … The thought was intoxicating …
The next morning, they were ridiculously nervous, like children on the afternoon before Christmas Eve. They had the money together, it was a lot of cash, but they would take up some more dances and it would be easy.
By the time they had to go, they literally ran all the way to the gym. There, they had to wait for Lina. When she finally showed up, the two young women almost fell over her, trying to talk to her as quickly as possible.
“So, do you have it?”
“We got the money! Can you give it to us right away?”
Lina groaned:
“Shh! Be quiet. That stuff isn’t exactly legal, okay? I don’t want trouble, alright?”
She handed them the packages from her bag and said:
“But you didn’t get it from me, got me?”
The two young women nodded eagerly and handed her the money. They were very nervous now, unable to think straight. Instead, they giggled stupidly and turned very annoying. Soon enough, Lina said:
“Okay, calm down. I’ll help you for the start. Okay?”
They sighed thankfully and let her do her thing.
Once they were shot up, the two girls hit the weights hard. To them, this was the most grueling session ever. Whatever they were doing, they definitely overdid it that day. When they were finally done, they just laid there on the mat and breathed. They were soaked in sweat and seemed both horny and confused.
Zoe said:
“I think I can feel it working already …”
Lindsay tried to nod, but only managed a groan. Lina just finished her routine and just rolled her eyes. Then she left the two idiots to their own devices.
That evening, the girls went crazy at the strip club. Their dance was … intense. They were all over each other and more than once, the DJ had to make wavy motions with his hands and head to make them slow down a bit. They still didn’t have any cool pole dance moves, but they made it up with sheer horniness. The audience sucked that up like mad.
When Zoe got super handsy and started fondling every available bit of Lindsay’s body, the money poured in. The strangest part was, neither of the girls did that on purpose, that was, as far as the audience was concerned. It was just a thing they couldn’t stop. They were both absurdly horny and the whole idea that they would get big and buff … Yeah.
Anyway, once they got back backstage, the other strippers just groaned. One of the more experienced ones, Dahlia, gave Noelle a push:
“You brought them, you tell them!”
The dancer said:
“Girls, do I have your attention?”
Zoe and Lindsay were both stunned and horny, so they only managed a vague nod.
“You gotta calm down a little, okay? That show you just gave, it’s too much. You’re going to get us shut down, and the boss ain’t going to like that. So either you relax a bit, or we have to kick you out, got it?”
The two wannabe musclegirls just grinned at each other and said:
“Sure thing, Noelle. We’re going to be good from now on …”
Then they wanted to leave, but their exhaustion really set in.
In the end, Noelle had to get them to Zoe’s place. She dumped them in the bed and just rolled her eyes. When she left, she saw the box with the fake muscles. Lindsay had been careless when she put them away, leaving a bit open. Noelle opened it to sneak a peek.
It took her a moment to figure out what it was, but then, she just shrugged. What the fuck? She left as fast as she could.
When school started again in autumn, Zoe and Lindsay had changed their looks completely. That is, mostly Zoe, but Lindsay too, in a less obvious way. The taller girl had switched to a bookish, discreet style. She even wore thick-rimmed glasses and kept her hair in a messy bun most of the time. Through carefully changing her posture, she managed to disappear in the crowd of students. Lindsay called this her “Clark Kent”-mode. Zoe now usually wore oversized sweaters or cardigans, everything to hide her now muscular figure. With Lindsay, it was even weirder. The girl had always been nerdy and underdressed for any occasion, but now, she was looking downright ugly. She didn’t even wear the slightest bit of make-up, kept her hair under a big cap and did everything to disappear completely.
The fun part was that the subterfuge worked perfectly. As soon as they were done with their lessons, the two girls left quickly and hit the gym. Now, things were a little different. They changed out of their regular clothes and slipped into their new gym gear. They were a sight to behold. The relentless training, the strict diet, the steroids and, let’s not forget, their evenings spent dancing at the strip club, had honed and slimmed their bodies.
Zoe now had a true and rather ripped six-pack, hard shoulders and sinuous arms, as well as a beautifully rounded ass and muscular legs. Her breasts had faded a bit, but her nice set of pecs filled up the space a little. In her skintight workout gear, she looked like a fitness model. Lindsey’s changes were even more impressive, since the other girl had gone from plump to full-figured, buff cuteness. She still hadn’t fully realized it, but she was looking incredible like that. There was still a certain fullness to her figure, but now, it was all in the right places. She had big, round hips now, a rather slim waist and a pair of still hefty boobs that were held aloft by her improved and hardened pecs.
Together, their shows at the strip club had become quite the draw. They made sure people wouldn’t recognize them in their “civilian” outfits, so they could just let go on stage.
For now, however, it was time to pump. They had their outfits on now, admiring their looks and grinning at the revealing stuff they were wearing now. Then, they drank their pre-workout shakes and, as if she were performing some religious ceremony, Lindsay shot her friend up. The other woman returned the favor and then, they kissed. They still kept the dosage low enough, but they had been spending quite a bit of their money on Lina’s stuff.
So far, there had been no side-effects, a thing they both were as disappointed as they were relieved. Sure, they wanted to go down that road, but there was still a bit of hesitation.
Anyway, they got out and hit the weights. It was leg day and they were pumping hard, moving surprisingly large weights and enjoying the bite of steel. The other strippers were a little uncertain of what to make of the pair. They were all very fit and obviously trained hard to maintain their figure and make sure they could keep up the level of their shows, but Zoe and Lindsay were much more into actual bodybuilding. That seemed odd to them.
Meanwhile, Zoe egged her friend on. They had loaded 350 pounds on the sled of the leg press and she was in her second set.
“Come on! Push it! Harder! You got it! Girl, I love you, but you gotta work it!”
Lindsay obliged, marveling at the muscle swelling under her skin. She loved it. This was getting her closer to her dream. Sure, it hurt, it was uncomfortable and they would be sweaty and exhausted … But one day, they would be beasts! If only it came sooner … One day, they would be at Caroline’s level … She wondered what the woman would say if she knew of their passion …
A strange thought started to take hold in her.
After they switched, as she helped Zoe on her reps, she grinned. It was so good to watch her friend grow. They would have this together. She had tried on the suit lately, but she was still too bulky for the thing. Zoe, on the other hand, was getting incredibly comfortable and mobile in it. Watching her strut her stuff and own the dancefloor was a pleasure. She herself still stuck to her goth-ish outfit, not wanting to break the “illusion” they were keeping up for the other people. She did want to go all out once in a while, to dress like a sexy woman in such a situation, but she had to keep cool about it.
Besides, there was this guy Isaac … He was suspecting something, she guessed. She had no idea where she was supposed to put him, but he was always around when Zoe wore the suit. He stayed in the background, and he wasn’t stalking them per se, but … It was suspicious.
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Great chapter. Loving how this is developing
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Now Isaac gets into the game. Would like to read what happens
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Interesting story, I'm anxious to see where you take this El Roy :woohoo:
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More look for you:
In the evening, they went to the club to earn their money. This was another different thing. They switched to their dancing outfits, joked with the other girls, did their hair, their nails and their makeup and got out on stage, sparkling. It was fun, it was even cute sometimes, and they absolutely enjoyed the attention. No one from their classes would have believed it was them. That evening, Zoe was wearing a leotard that was so covered in cut-outs, she might as well be naked, combined with some very impressively heeled overknee boots, while Lindsay twerked her perky ass under a tiny skirt that complemented an absurdly tight blouse. For tonight, she had picked a Betty Page-style wig, and she loved the flair of authority her sexiness gave her.
When she saw Zoe getting close to one of the patrons, her tight, fit body moving seductively under the dancing lights, she felt incredibly horny. Soon, her friend’s muscles would be bigger and harder and she would turn into a muscle-packed freak … She was now almost salivating.
Noelle, Lina and the others were doing their best to maintain their level, but since Zoe and Lindsay just adored being there and turning each other on, this just wasn’t enough. The other girls hoped the pair would eventually level out and become a little more normal, but somehow, they were only growing crazier.
Then came the day when the two girls decided to get their looks updated. After all, they wanted to eventually reach the huge and fake look, so for now, this meant getting their tits done. Noelle’s surgeon turned out to be very professional about this. She was a little on the older side, but she knew what strippers needed and she was happy to oblige. She didn’t even try to talk the girls out of getting expanders. Instead, she just told them to be careful and to get them replaced at least once every ten years or so and to save money for reconstruction later on.
Her matter-of-fact style was both reassuring and a little frustrating. Zoe and Lindsay had expected some kind of mystic experience, but in the end, the woman talked more about tax credits.
Harrumph.
Still, once everything was agreed on, they went in one after the other. Before Zoe got wheeled into surgery, she grinned and said:
“See you on the other side, freak! There won’t be any turning back now.”
Lindsay was a little nervous, obviously, so she just kissed her friend and replied:
“Everything will be fine. I love you.”
Zoe gave her a somewhat surprised look, then she was gone.
Soon enough, they both woke up again. It was a strange feeling. They had paid to have a room together at the clinic. Thankfully, money wasn’t much of an issue with the kind of cash they were earning. Zoe was up first, but was still pretty dazed. She looked over to Lindsay, who was still only slowly coming around. When the curvier woman stirred, she said:
“Wow. I feel as if I got run over by a truck …”
“Hm? What? Where am I? Fuck. What happened?”
“We got our tits done?”
“We did? Fuck … Seriously? Damn.”
Lindsay looked at the thick bandages on her chest and groaned:
“Holy shit. Did it go well?”
“The doc said yes. She told me she put in 600 ccs of saline into mine.”
“That’s big!”
“Kinda. I wonder what they’ll look like.”
“What about me?”
“Guess.”
“I don’t know. 400ccs?”
“Nah. More.”
“500?”
“More.”
“Come on. I can’t be as big as you?”
“You’re not. You’re bigger.”
“What?”
“Lindsay, girl, you’ve had bigger boobs than me before. So obviously, she could put in more.”
“Okay … But you used to be the busty cheerleader girl!”
“Yeah. But you need to update your picture of yourself, Lindsay. You’re no longer the chubby little girl you were. You’re a busty, fit sex sensation! With 800 cc implants in your tits!”
“800! No way.”
“Yes way. The doc said she could have filled them even more, but she wanted to preserve your natural look.”
“Say what?”
Lindsay was stunned.
She was even more stunned when the doctor had them come back a few days later to check on how good they healed. The two women had taken a few days off from college and stripping and had just hung out together, reading, playing video games and sewing. Actually, Zoe did the sewing. She had tried time and again to get Lindsay to join her, but the other girl had just refused. She did however draw some designs for Zoe’s muscle body and her friend made them accordingly. The effect was suitably astonishing.
Anyway, it was time. The doctor carefully removed the bandages and then had the girls stand in front of the mirror. They just stared. At last, Zoe managed a “Damn …”, followed by Lindsay’s “Fuck …” and Zoe’s “Language, dear!”.
Zoe’s previously small but perky boobs had been replaced by a pair of round, fake looking tits! Each boob’s nipple was perfectly centered, poking at the reflection and looking very full and taut. Carefully, she put her hands on them, surprised by their volume. They were just so big! Then she glanced over to Lindsay and almost choked. If her own breasts were big now, those were enormous! The doc had been right: With Lindsay’s build and her breast size, adding a lot was better. With her now slimmer figure, those tits were gigantic!
She still could barely believe it. She looked incredible. Each tit was big and full, having gained a certain perkiness it might have missed before. They stood from her chest like two very good-looking spheres, but yes, they had a kind of natural look to them. Not too much, but next to Zoe’s, they did look normal. Well, not exactly normal, but plausible.
The two girls couldn’t believe what they saw, but they loved it!
The doctor might have said something about them still dropping over the next weeks, but neither much cared. They had come closer to their goal again, and it made them dream. Soon, they would get more roids, they would train harder and then …
The mere thought of their future made them hot.
Just then, Zoe asked:
“Say, doc, could you do our lips too?”
Lindsay gasped:
“But … We can’t do that now!”
The tall woman grinned, the cool air making her nipples hard.
“We can’t? Why?”
“People at school. They’ll notice!”
“I guess we can find a way.”
Soon enough, they returned to class. If anything, they looked even scruffier and more unkempt than ever before. Zoe hunched her back, having scruffed up her hair and completely dropped any last remains of makeup. Lindsay looked even worse, wearing some sack-ish shirt that went down to her thighs. She complemented it with a fluffy cardigan that completely absorbed her figure. To this, she added her perennial cap and even worse glasses. Finally, they both wore those facemasks people who were afraid to infect others wore.
They stuck to the isolated bits of the school, sat apart at the cafeteria and kept to themselves. It worked wonders. No one even cared about them. It wasn’t just hiding in plain sight, it was not even being looked for!
When the surgeon declared them healed enough, they would head to the gym. As they got out of their rags, the two girls couldn’t help admiring each other’s looks. Fuck yeah! Zoe pulled off her mask and got out of her shirt, stretching her tight, muscled body. Her tits were perky and obviously happy to be free of her minimizer bra, she licked her thicker, fuller lips and watched as Lindsay revealed her curvy, busty body. The first kiss of their new, swollen lips had been divine. Then, feeling Lindsay’s pillows on her clit … yeah. They put on their skimpy gym outfits, shot each other up and hit the weights hard. It had taken a bit of persuading to get Lina to provide them with a more potent steroid, but after a bit of pestering, she agreed. The new stuff was … nice. It burnt a little more than the previous one, but if what Lina told them was true, they were going to pump up really nice.
They hit the weights hard. Blasting their muscles, overloading them and making them suffer so they would grow. The girls grunted, howled, screamed and cried, forcing each other to work out even harder. It was somewhat terrifying to listen to.
When Noelle came in, she just stood and stared at what they were doing. Once they both took a breath, she asked:
“What the fuck is going on?”
Zoe was grinning, her face covered in sweat, her hair hanging over her face. She had just finished brutalizing her arms and the pain was only now fading away. Next to her, Lindsay was catching her breath, the weights hanging from her limp arms. Zoe wiped the shine from her face and said:
“Oh, just pushing our limits, I guess.”
“You sound as if you’re, I don’t know, slaughtering a pig? Or herding bison?”
Lindsay groaned:
“Hey, it hurt. You gotta let it out.”
The stripper rolled her eyes:
“Still, don’t overdo it.”
“But that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
Noelle shrugged.
“Whatever. Nice boobs, though. The lips too. You’re going to make a killing tonight.”
The two girls nodded eagerly. They had longed for this for a while now. But first, more training!
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“You’ve missed them … You begged for them to return … You had to wait so long for them to come back … But now, they’re finally there! So, please put your hands together for the new and improved Zoe and Lindsay!”
The patrons clapped, cheered and wolf-whistled as the two girls got on stage, wearing skintight latex catsuits that were stretched like saran wrap over their fit bodies. They blew a few kisses at the horny dudes in the darkness. Some of them got up and approached the stage. Zoe and Lindsay walked towards them, swinging their hips and showing off their new boobs and their hard muscles. They kissed, taking the time to let a trail of saliva linger between them, then they went in close, hugging each other, playing with their boobs, then running their hands all over each other.
They broke away again, passing to opposite ends of the stage, getting their patrons all excited, while still maintaining an undeniable connection. They danced, shaking their asses and tits, the patrons cheered and they just loved it. Somehow, their changing bodies had influenced their minds. Sure, Zoe had always been a popular girl, but never like this. She was always part of the crowd of nice people, never feeling adored. And now, people were literally falling over each other just to get a glimpse of her! It wasn't just the body, it was her whole confidence and certainty that she was in control. That feeling was intoxicating.
She shot a lusty glance at Lindsay. The girl caught it and returned it. They knew they would end up fucking the moment they were off stage.
As to Lindsay, the realization that she was now a sex goddess had slowly dawned on her. Watching those men push towards the stage and grapple with each other turned her on. She didn't care for any of them, of course. They were way beyond her and besides, she was in love with Zoe. That connection was way deeper than any she had felt before. Still, it made her ego swell to see that adulation, to feel their lust, their loss of control.
They returned to the front of the stage, pulling the spectators behind them as if roped to them. There, they intensified their dance, slowly pulling down the zippers of their suits. When they did a bit, they turned around to make sure those guys saw what they wouldn't get. Zoe moved behind Lindsay, pushing her thick tits against her friend's back. She reached into her suit's cleavage and slowly extracted the girl's massive tits. She squeezed them, enjoying the resistance of the implant under her skin. Soon, they both would be even bigger and faker …
The bouncer started to move to make clear that the guys in the crowd had to keep their shit together. He would not tolerate any weird shit from the patrons. Zoe and Lindsay barely noticed this. Instead, they continued their fondling, with Lindsay gyrating her hard, muscle-packed ass against Zoe. She wondered how it would feel when Zoe would have as large a clitoris as Caroline …
She turned around, rubbing herself against Zoe's latex-clad body before helping her friend and lover out of the catsuit. Peeling off that tight wrapping from her ripped body made her bite her lip.
The crowd went even wilder, with some idiot trying to clamber on the stage. The bouncer moved in, but Zoe put her foot against his face and tensed her muscles, pushing him back. The guy disappeared into the crowd.
She turned to them, her fake tits on full display, and wiggled her finger. The other spectators pulled the guy back, who was still trying to figure out what just happened. The bouncer made a sign for the girls. Get to the end quickly, the situation is about to spiral out of control.
The girls complied, although unhappy, separated again, pulling some people from the crowd. The look of regret on their faces was hard to hide.
That's when Lindsay spotted Isaac in the back of the crowd.
What was he doing there?
The girls did get a chewing-out later on. The boss wasn't happy with that performance. Sure, it had been exciting, but it was too short and it had needlessly geared up the audience and had almost caused a riot. That was idiotic and dangerous.
The two super-hot women took the criticism like champions. They did their best to look meek and regretful and eventually, the boss calmed down. Still, he sent them on their way, escorted by the bouncer. It was better to make sure nothing wrong happened on the way.
During the walk home, the big man sighed:
"Girls, you gotta be careful. I can see you enjoy what you're doing, and it definitely warms my heart …" He made a mocking gesture. "But you have watch your steps. A strip club isn't a bad place, but the people that come here … They tend to be kinda frustrated. If you fire them up like that, you might set them off in a way I can't control. This time, you were lucky. But I don't want anyone to get hurt, neither the guests nor you. Got that?"
Zoe rolled her eyes, but Lindsay nodded:
"Got it. It was stupid. We were just so horny and … yeah. It just feels good to be sexy, do you understand?"
The huge man shrugged.
"No idea. I don't mean to put you off from being sexy, just … Read the room, okay? This is fun, but it's just a job and no one is in the mood for getting hurt while doing it. Got me?"
She agreed:
"Got you."
"And you?" He frowned at Zoe.
"Got you too." She breathed out, blowing a strand of hair from her face. "It's okay."
He stopped and took her by the shoulder. She looked up to him, rather annoyed.
"This is no joke. You don't want those guys to go crazy. They won't know when to stop. I can't have the dancers get hurt and the boss won't have a scandal at the club. Understood?"
She wanted to say something brash, but his expression stopped her.
"Understood."
"Good. Now, let's get you home."
On Monday, the girls returned to class again. They spent some time on their make-under, doing their best to look as slobby and uninteresting as possible. With their fluffy, unflattering outfits, their masks and their inexistant makeup as well as their crummy stances, they looked like the world's slackiest students.
They even arrived at the college from different directions to hide their connection and wandered the corridors. Lindsay was a little further when she got rammed by some guy. The dude didn't even apologize, but she reflexively called him out:
"Hey!"
Instead of an excuse, the guy just gave her the finger and pressed on. For a moment, Lindsay was fuming, the roids in her system about to push her to go after the asshole and break his face, but she did her best to control herself. In the end, it was the proof that their thing worked. That being said, she went to her lecture. Inside, she sat down and checked her phone. If the answer came, that would be awesome …
The hours went on, she was happily ignored as always, when suddenly, her phone came alive. She checked the message.
"Very well. I'm looking forward to it. See you soon."
Yes.
She had to stop herself from punching the air and cheering herself. This would be the perfect gift for Zoe … and herself.
They would meet Caroline. In the flesh. Yes. Yes! Incredible!
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"Okay … Why are we going to that hotel? I mean, we could literally just stay in our place. It's the same town!"
Zoe was skeptical on what Lindsay was up to.
"Yeah, of course, but sometimes, you need a change of scenery."
"I get that, but this? This is a downgrade even for our current place."
Lindsay chuckled:
"Come on, just let it grow on you."
"This?"
Lindsay had to admit Zoe was right. The hotel wasn't much. It was very, very conventional, no fancy stuff or anything. She would have loved to get them some real luxury comfort, but that was just kinda out of reach. After all, they still had to save up money for food, drugs and surgery, and that meant just blowing her own personal cash on that evening. Also, she decided that the visitor would make up for the shitty backdrop.
They quickly checked in, which still made Zoe even more weirded out, then went upstairs. Once up there, the curvier girl grinned and said:
"Come on, get out of your clothes! I've got something for you to wear!"
"Okay …"
Zoe lifted an eyebrow and started stripping. Somehow, Lindsay wasn't making this as erotic as it could be. Once she was out of her clothes, she admired herself in the full-length mirror. Her hard muscles covering her body and giving her a beautiful, strong frame, her big fake tits … Just looking at herself turned her on. It was a lot of work, but it was worth it. She puckered her bee-stung lips and smacked herself a kiss.
"Damn …"
Behind her, Lindsay walked up to her, embraced her and squeezed her own thick tits against her back.
"God, I love seeing you like this …"
Zoe nodded and said:
"Okay … I can see where this is going, but why here?"
"Oh, I will tell you … But not now. First, you gotta put that on."
She handed her friend some lingerie. It was more aggressively sexy than normal, kept in a faux-leather look, and very tightly cut. There was a bra, some panties and a pair of stay-ups, as well as some opera gloves. All in shiny black fabric.
Zoe grinned.
"What are you up to, Linds?"
"Just wait … and put that on."
"Okay … But …"
"Shh … Outfit first, other stuff later."
As Zoe got into her outfit, Lindsay put on her own set. It was the same style, but fitted to her own, bigger body. Once she was done, Zoe grinned:
"Alright. I don't know what you're up to, but I am turned on. You look awesome."
"I know. You too. Sooo … How about pumping up?"
"Just what are you up to? Is this just looking sexy and getting in the mood? If it is, it's kinda working, but …"
Instead of an answer, Lindsay handed her a training band and gave her a wicked look.
"Trust me."
"Gah!"
After a moment, they felt ready. Zoe was quite horny now and really curious. She was constantly checking on her friend, trying to figure out what she had in mind.
"Okay, enough! What is this all about? Hey! Linds! Stop teasing … Tell me!"
Lindsay looked up from her phone and smiled innocently.
"It should be any moment now."
"Any moment? What? What?"
There was a knock on the door. Zoe lifted an eyebrow. She mouthed:
"What is that …"
Lindsay was all smiles:
"Just open the door, will you?"
"Okay … Dressed like this? Am I really going to give the hotel staff a free show?"
"Do it!"
She opened the door and stared. It seemed as if her mind had crashed. The only thing she managed to process was a deep, gruff voice going:
"Nice of you to dress up for me."
"Caroline Jakobovsky?"
"Yep. That's me."
The woman outside lifted her arms and flexed them. Slowly, the scene faded into Zoe's consciousness. This was Caroline fucking Jakobovsky, and she was standing right in front of her, towering over her in some fucking mega-heels, her muscles all pumped up, wearing a fucking g-string and a tiny bikini top stretched over tits the size of her head.
Zoe's mind was rumbling down the slope of her world which was slowly breaking apart. This was not real, right?
"Uh."
Her jaw hung down while she processed what she saw. The musclewoman grinned.
"Cat got your tongue?"
"Uh …"
Lindsay walked up to Zoe and smiled at their guest.
"Sorry. It was a surprise and it must have broken her. Why don't you come in? We've both been fantasizing about meeting you and here you are!"
The older musclewoman shrugged and replied:
"No problem. Should I carry her in?"
Lindsay grinned:
"Would you?"
"Absolutely. I like her. She looks buff. You're both in great shape."
"Thank you."
Caroline took the still stunned Zoe's hand and lifted her on her shoulder in one smooth movement. The tall girl just produced mumbles of lust and let herself be carried to the bed. The amazon laughed and asked:
"Wanna get thrown?"
Zoe's voice was quiet but intense.
"Please …"
The huge woman chuckled and put her arms under her. Zoe squealed as the bodybuilder pressed her up and up, raising her above her head. Lindsay watched in awe as her friend was suspended high above her head. Then Caroline grunted and threw the wiry musclegirl on the bed in a mighty lob. Zoe landed on the mattress, giggling wildly and bouncing up, wild-eyed and ecstatic.
Once she managed to get a grip of herself again, she rolled on her back on the bed and sighed:
“Wow … This is amazing!”
Caroline grinned at Lindsay and got on the bed quickly, pushing her heavy body on Zoe. The thinner girl watched in total awe as the older woman rubbed her giant fake tits against her, followed by her thick roid gut.
“I remember you … You’re the girl that bought that custom video, right?”
Zoe blushed involuntarily, although it was hard for her to justify being awkward right now. However, she mumbled:
“Yeah … That was me.”
“You’ve got good taste. And I like your muscles, girl …”
Lindsay climbed on the bed, getting close to Caroline and increasing the weight that bore down on her friend. Zoe was blushing madly now, turning super-crimson. She stuttered:
“You like them? I got them … because … of you?”
“Because of me? Wow. Now that’s the best fan-thing ever!”
Caroline put her hands on Zoe’s tight shoulders and followed the lines of her muscles down to her chest.
“Nice boobs too …”
She gave them a good squeeze, her strong fingers pushing into the saline bags. Zoe was fascinated by the woman’s hands: They were both calloused and gnarled from years of abuse during training and perfectly manicured. Everything about the hulking woman that was sitting on her turned her on immensely.
Meanwhile, Lindsay hugged the muscle queen from behind, touching her mighty abs and grinning:
“You’re every bit as massive as in your videos … I love it.”
Caroline smiled:
“Truth in advertising, huh?”
As she continued manhandling Zoe’s fake boobs, the slim girl under her was starting to moan. Zoe lifted her arms to touch the female hulk’s tits. She looked Lindsay in the eye and sighed happily:
“Now that’s a surprise … Lindsay, you’re crazy.”
“I know.”
The bigger girl reached Caroline’s breasts now herself and the bodybuilder moaned. Lindsay sighed:
“Fuck. They feel so big and thick … I want mine to be so big too …”
Caroline couldn’t help herself from smiling, obviously feeling quite turned on by the absurd admiration those young women had for her.
“Girls, I don’t know just how kinky you are, but I really like where this is going …”
Now Zoe joined in, her own hands touching the older woman’s massive tits.
“Yeah … Me too. God, it must feel so good to be this big.”
Caroline chuckled, her deep voice full of horniness.
“Oh yes. It’s incredible!”
Lindsay ran her fingers over her shoulders now and tried to sink them into the other woman’s hard flesh. She could feel that Caroline pushed against her by flexing. She bit her lip.
“Fuuuck …”
“We will do that too, girls. You’re making me hotter and hotter!”
Caroline ran her fingers over Zoe’s abs now and produced a wolf-whistle.
“I like that. A lot.”
Zoe slowly started pushing the hulking woman’s bra aside, causing her to raise an eyebrow. Sheepishly, Zoe asked:
“May I?”
“Sure.”
She worked the bikini top to the sides, Caroline’s thick nipples springing out. Zoe instantly attacked them, smothering her face between those plastic marvels. Caroline didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her head and pulled her in, flexing her pecs to make her tits tighten even more. The tall girl struggled.
“Mmf …”
Behind her, Lindsay grumbled:
“Hey, no fair! I want some of that too!”
“Wait your turn. I want to give her a good squeeze first!”
She did. Zoe was trying to free herself, but despite her stronger muscles, there was little she could do. Besides, she was feeling really happy there too.
Just watching Caroline manhandle Zoe turned Lindsay on even more. This was amazing! They should have done this ages ago!
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Caroline held Zoe down for a moment longer, then let go of her breasts for a bit, turning her attention further downwards. To the taller girl’s surprise, she wrapped her arms around her waist and abruptly turned herself on her back. The slimmer woman was lifted from the sheets in one wild movement and suddenly found herself resting on Caroline’s broad, muscle-packed chest. She could feel the other woman’s massive tits squeeze against her hips.
The bodybuilder tightened her grip now, squeezing Zoe’s midsection. The young woman was confused, torn between the obvious threat of getting her torso pulped by those massive muscles and the sudden horniness of being under Caroline’s control.
She gasped:
“Oh God … This is … so … tight!”
Caroline’s raspy answer came instantly:
“Gotcha. You can’t escape, girl!”
Zoe struggled. It felt amazing to touch the older woman’s thick, leathery skin, to feel the mass of her muscles, the taut shape of her tits …
“Aaah … This is incredible! I want this … I want this for me …”
The powerful woman lifted her muscle-packed legs up and wrapped them around Zoe’s, further immobilizing her.
Lindsay was staring at the show and rubbing her clit furiously. This was sooo good. The most bizarre thing about it was the strange smell of it all … The sweat, the perfume and that older woman’s strange … aroma … It was intoxicating.
With a few simple and almost instinctive moves, Caroline turned her victim around so that Zoe found herself lying on her captress. She wrapped her arms behind Zoe’s neck and put her into a full nelson, then caught her legs too.
“Caroline … This is … how are you doing this?”
“Oh, this is just wrestling 101 … I call it the Polish Rack!”
She abruptly tensed her muscles.
Zoe almost screamed as the older woman stretched her over her own body. She felt those steel muscles overpower her completely while the strangely soft breasts were squashed against her back.
Lindsay grinned and crawled closer, her head suddenly appearing over Zoe’s crotch. Looking over to Caroline, she asked:
“May I?”
“Whatever you want, girl …”
Zoe squealed:
“Nooo … Please … Don’t you dare! Lindsay! Nooo …”
It was too late. The bulkier young woman set her tongue against Zoe’s crotch and licked the girl’s pussy through the fabric of her underpants. The tall girl tried to get her away, but she was completely immobilized by Caroline’s grip.
Lindsay continued licking her, finding the tiny knob of her clit while rubbing her lips with her fingertips. The tall woman struggled, but there was nothing she could do. She heard Caroline’s throaty laugh as her body tensed.
“Aaaah … Stop it … Stop it, Lindsaaaaay … I’ll … aaah … I’m gonna make you … paaaay …”
Caroline tightened her lock even more to match Zoe’s arousal and whispered:
“You girls sure know how to have fun …”
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Lindsay slipped her fingers by Zoe’s underpants and felt the warm wetness. Then she started rubbing her friend for good as Caroline held Zoe tight.
As the tall girl squealed with lust, trying to free herself, Lindsay suddenly had a crazy idea and set her second hand against Caroline’s crotch. The old woman abruptly grunted, tightening her grip even further reflexively.
Zoe almost screamed in pain and lust. That sudden brutality was a shock. Caroline growled:
“Oookay … Yesss … Do it … I’ll allow … iiit …”
Lindsay managed to find Caroline’s clit, which was actually quite big and thick, easily and inch and a half long and as thick as her thumb, and rubbed it. The little appendage immediately started hardening and rising.
“Aaah … yes. Yes!”
Meanwhile, Zoe was done struggling, with Lindsay’s fingers deeply soaked and quite roughly stroking the inside of her pussy.
“Lindzzz … what are you … oh. Oh. Ooooh …”
The captive girl tried to buck, but found herself locked into Caroline’s brutal grip. At the same time, the massive bodybuilder was getting just as horny. Thrashing around, throwing her head against the mattress while biting her lips, she did her best to delay the inevitable. That’s when Lindsay mashed her head against Zoe’s butt and managed to get her lips on Caroline’s clit.
One suck was enough and the older woman came with a howl. She barely managed to release Zoe before seriously hurting he. The fit young woman was thrown off the twitching, growling muscle lady and landed on the mattress in a heap, obviously both shocked and satisfied.
Lindsay didn’t stop sucking, though. Caroline’s deep voice droned happily:
“Wooow … You’re doing … great … This is … wooow …”
For a moment, Lindsay felt very satisfied with herself.
Then Caroline wrapped her legs around her head, the woman’s massive thighs squeezing against her ears.
“Mmmf!”
“Just go on … Don’t stop … You’re gooood … Don’t worry … I can crush a watermelon with those thighs … but I’ll be caaareful …”
Lindsay was about to panic, but then, she abruptly fell into a kind of meditative state. It was the knowledge that her life was now abruptly out of her control. She could die, she could live. She’d probably live, unless an accident happened, and she hoped it would go well. So she could just as well enjoy herself being where she was.
What did she do?
She did what she was being asked and licked and sucked as good as she could. Her tongue danced over Caroline’s cunt, her clit, between her lips, over the hood that only vaguely protected that thick limb, over the massive inner thighs that held her firmly …
“Damn, you’re good … I can’t believe you’re paying me for this … I should be paying you …”
Next to her, Zoe was slowly coming back to her senses. She rolled to the side and saw what was going on.
“Wow.”
Her hand went to her own crotch. That was a sight in a million, Caroline’s gargantuan thighs locked around her friend’s head. The old musclewoman squeezed her huge fake tits, her strong fingers digging into her stretched skin. Seeing the bag of the implant appear under it made Zoe swallow hard. Fuck. This is what she wanted. So much. She closed her eyes, imagining her own body to be so absurdly massive, so incredibly enhanced. It was her dream and she would have it. One day, she would be the one lying there, feeling incredible.
There was a strange longing in her. She hated thinking about how long it would take.
She was torn out of her reverie by the roar of the musclewoman next to her.
“Fuuuck!”
Lindsay’s deep purple face was released, looking a little squished.
She gasped for air and waited for her brain to start up again.
Caroline laughed and said:
“Wow. You’re both great, you know. So, wanna relax for a bit, or do you want me to get serious?”
Caroline produced a squeezed “Serious?”, while Zoe came with a small moan.
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They settled on relaxing, letting Caroline lie in their midst and cuddle against her muscles like the eager pupils they were. Their mistress was ready to answer their questions. Zoe couldn’t hold back anymore and had to ask:
“Uh … Can I ask you something?”
Caroline answered with the most deadpan voice:
“You’re already doing that.”
“Oh. Oh! Sorry … I …”
“Relax and just ask away. I’m here for you so, you can just go ahead.”
“Oh. Okay. Okay! Sooo … How did you get like this? I mean, not like by training, because that’s obvious, but how did you find out you wanted to be … you?”
Caroline sighed and put her mighty arms behind her head. The girls looked up to her like eager little puppies. She mused for a second, then she spoke with her deep, raspy voice.
“I guess I slid in slowly. I was always a tomboy and ended up playing soccer. I also found out I was bi, although I first thought I was a lesbian. Turns out there’s more to sex than just pussies.” She chuckled, producing a rumble. “Then I started training for real to build up more strength and bulk. It’s not terribly useful in soccer, since you gotta be fast and able to keep up running a lot, but I played in a more intense team and just being able to push weaker opponents out of the way wasn’t all useless. We continued for a while, but eventually, I understood that our association wasn’t going to make it and I sort of didn’t want to put in the extra work to push for a better team.”
She absentmindedly flexed her thighs.
“Still did wonders for my legs, don’t you think?” The girls nodded. “I got a job, started working out in my free time and just went along with it. After a bit, I started training people in my free time. I picked up a few skills, learned how to give sports massages and how to handle nutrition. I was still pretty normal back then. I had two kids back then. They’re your age and they accept me for what I turned into. They don’t really approve, but that’s life. I’m proud they made it and I also like that they don’t take any shit from anyone.”
Zoe wondered what it would be like to have a mother like that. Wouldn’t that be even weirder? Imagine puberty like that!
“My then girlfriend really liked my muscles and I wanted to make her a bit hornier, so I started putting in a little extra training. I ended up liking it more than her and I went to the gym more and more. Then I really got the hang of it, set up my nutrition and started supplementing. I got hooked. You probably know, but it’s like a drug, right? Nah, it’s more like a reverse drug: You feel like shit, it hurts, it’s boring, it can be bland and ugly, but then, you get the payoff when your muscles start looking fucking good and you get strong and hard and horny. That’s the crazy bit. It’s the other way round than a trip. When you take drugs, you get the good stuff first and then you feel like shit. When you pump iron, you work through weeks and weeks of shit and then, you feel incredible. Of course, you can just mix the two, but I wouldn’t recommend that. Pumping iron when you’re coked out is a sure way to get hurt. Don’t do all the drugs, kids. They’re bad for you. Just do … some of them.”
She laughed.
“Then I started getting big and the bigger I got, the more I loved it. When I found out that there were people willing to pay me for being a brutal, egoistical asshole to them, I was in heaven! So I got more and more and I really loved it. Yeah. So this is where I am now. Honestly, I like the muscles and I like being strong, and maybe, I’d also like being girly and cute, but in the end, this is who I am. I just love it.”
Zoe nodded slowly:
“So it’s not the look?”
“Well, it’s the look too. But to me, it’s the money, the worship and the sex mostly.” She grinned at them. “But for you, it’s different, right? You want to be monsters, no?”
The two younger women exchanged glances. Was this really true? Lindsay hesitated. Caroline added:
“Don’t worry. It’s okay. We all have our demons. And feeding them makes us better. So if you want to be freaks, then do it. You’ve got one life and you shouldn’t hold back. Never.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I mean, the world is changing so fast. Do you really think that anything your parents or your teachers told you still holds up? I’m older than you and I was there all along. I was fucking taught shorthand in school. Do you even know what that is?”
The girls gave her blank stares. Zoe asked:
“Is that some gymnastics thing?”
Caroline laughed out loud and replied:
“Nope. Anyway, if you want this, go for it. And keep me up to date, because I want see you two turn yourselves into worse monsters than me!” She licked her lips. “So … Wanna get some more taste of me?”
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I had time to continue for a bit:
The next weeks were difficult for the girls. Exams were coming up and they had a lot of stuff to do for this. They were forced to reduce their work at the strip club for now and even their training suffered. Instead, just learning every day for hours tired them out.
Zoe was just trying to stuff some more last minute material into her frustrated brain. Finally, she tossed the book away and groaned:
“Fuck! I’m … I don’t know what to do. This is so much … Fuck. Lindsay, I hate this. I’m so stressed.”
The other girl looked up from her own stack of paper and nodded:
“Me too. I should have started earlier. I … I wasted too much time at the club and the gym! I’m never gonna make this work. My parents are going to hate me …”
She fought back the tears.
Zoe gave her a compassionate hug.
“It’s gonna be fine. Besides, we’ve both not exactly been acting like responsible adults, and so far it’s been working okay for us, don’t you think?”
“You’re not really helping, you know?”
“I know. I absolutely know that we’re doing something ultimately stupid. But I want to do it, and I want to do it with you. Because I love you, my crazy little girl!”
“Crazy little girl? I’m buffer and bigger than you!”
“Hey, it was a figure of speech. So, what do you say, should we call it quits and just relax for a bit? At that point, there’s nothing we can possibly do that’ll make us learn all that stuff, right?”
“You mean we should give up?”
“Nah. I mean we should do our best tomorrow. But tonight, let’s just make sure we get a good night’s sleep and really tire each other out. What do you think?”
Lindsay sighed:
“I guess you’re right. But we’re totally going to fail tomorrow, you know that.”
“I know that. But here we are.”
Zoe reached into Lindsay’s shirt, squeezing her friend’s boob.
“Can’t wait for us to go bigger …”
“Me neither …”
To their absolute surprise, the exams went well. Not great, but well enough so they weren’t completely screwed. As the stress died down, the two girls met at the cantina. They picked their usual place in the back and sat down to eat. Lindsay had officially decreed this time to be cheat week, and to be honest, Zoe had agreed maybe a little too eagerly. The thing was, despite everything they did to spice up their cooking, the constant high protein, low carb style was getting on their nerves. Not that they didn’t like the results, but sometimes, just relaxing and chowing down on anything they just wanted would be nice.
They just sat down, both wrapped up in their big sweaters, hoodies and masks, when they noticed that somebody was watching them.
It was Venus, the resident head bitch and unarguably the best-looking girl in school. Up until now, she had blissfully ignored the pair, but now that they were back in the open, it didn’t take long for her to target them.
“Wow! So our wallflowers are back!”
She scowled at Zoe. Before she started her transformation, she had been part of Venus’ clique and the head girl still felt betrayed. Zoe groaned and tried to look away. She just wanted to take off the mask and start to eat, but she didn’t just want Venus to see her lips. The idea that she would be snooping around them and make things more complicated for them was bad enough.
“Leave us alone, Venus. We just want to eat.”
“Sure, sure, mind if I sit down with you? For old times’ sake?”
Lindsay clenched her fists. She was hungry and annoyed and having this vapid asshole hover around them made things worse. The shittiest part was that they were stuck back here. There was no way to get to another table without going past the blond cheerleader.
Zoe tried to get rid of her:
“Please, Venus, we can talk later. But now, I’d just like to eat with my friend.”
“But aren’t we friends? We used to be friends, didn’t we?”
The taller musclegirl groaned. In a way, she was thankful she wasn’t on a cycle right now. This way, she could keep herself under control easily. Very slowly, very clearly, she said:
“Please, Venus, pretty please … Go away and let us eat.”
“I’m not stopping you! Just go ahead.”
Lindsay sensed what was going to happen and wanted to reach for Zoe’s hand, but she was too late. Her friend’s hand shot forward and caught Venus’ wrist. She squeezed it and Venus yelped in pain.
“Ow! That hurts!”
“Go away! Now.”
“Ow, ow! You’re mean! I didn’t do anything to you and you hurt me!”
Lindsay pulled Zoe’s hand away and said with a flat voice:
“Stop it. Please.”
Zoe was fuming, but released the cheerleader. The blonde rubbed her wrist and hissed:
“You’re a bitch, Zoe! You’re a horrible girl!”
At the same time, Venus couldn’t help noticing the girl’s perfectly manicured nails and her strong, almost brutal grip. Something strange was going on. She got up:
“If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave. That’s all you had to say, you …”
She turned around and left, but she made a mental note to investigate this mystery. Her entourage left too and finally, the two girls could have their lunch.
As they ate, Lindsay whispered:
“Tomorrow, we get back to our usual routine, okay?”
“Definitely.”
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I got to continuing the story for a bit. Let's see if I can keep it up.
The next day, they returned to the gym and hit the weights hard again. They really enjoyed it by now. The two young women kept challenging each other to push themselves even further, pumping hard, trying to outdo each other. The other strippers that showed up rolled their eyes at the girls’ antics. In a way, they were getting way too intense.
The thing was, their pumping sessions went so far that they ended up totally exhausted, their muscles completely busted after this. Noelle walked over to them and asked:
“What the fuck are you girls doing? If you train like this, you’re going to be too tired to dance! Where’s the fucking point?”
Zoe rolled on the side to face her and groaned:
“Yeah … I guess you’re right … but … you know, it feels so good!”
Lindsay chimed in:
“Uh-huh. I think I might be addicted …”
Noelle shook her head:
“You really gotta be careful if you want to keep working at the club. The boss hates girls that screw up or end up being unreliable.”
This only got her a vague nod from Lindsay:
“Yeah … We’ll be careful.”
Just then, she noticed that they were being watched. Now, that wasn’t unusual. After all, plenty of people would do their best to sneak a peek at the training strippers. Actually, they were all used to it, and even sometimes wore workout wear that advertised the club. Right now, Lina was wearing a tank top that said: “If you want to see the rest, come to the Lazy Alligator!”.
The thing was, they knew the guy.
Isaac.
Again.
This guy was getting obnoxious. Did they manage to get themselves stalked?
Suddenly, Zoe got up, shot Lindsay a look and headed for the young man. He noticed her reaction immediately and it was clear that he was trying to decide what to do next. He couldn’t just run away, could he?
Nervous, he waited for her to reach him, while Noelle, who had understood what was happening, was heading for the security guy.
Isaac raised his hands defensively.
“Hi! Uh … sorry. Sorry. I … I didn’t want to annoy you!”
Zoe stared him down. Okay, he was a little taller than her, but she was way more intimidating than him, and also, she was obviously stronger.
She glared at him:
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t be stalking us. Do you want me to call the cops on you? I’ll do it. It’s no problem!”
He took a step back, but she followed up instantly. He was obviously incredibly nervous. It took him a moment to manage to speak, then he asked:
“Can I talk to you and your friend”, he pointed at Lindsay, “In private? It’ll just take a moment.”
She scowled at him. Lindsay had gotten up too, despite her legs seeming very wobbly. Zoe narrowed her eyes:
“Nah. If you got something to tell us, you can do it in public!”
He hesitated, then said:
“Okay. Sorry. I … I figured out it was you in that muscle suit …”
Before he could finish his sentence, the pair glowered at him and almost clapped their hands over his mouth.
Zoe hissed:
“Not here? Are you insane? You can’t talk about this in public!”
He shivered, then tried to say something:
“But you …”
“Shhh! Okay, come on, we talk … uh … over there. Yes. Come along!”
Lindsay turned to Lina and Noelle:
“Don’t worry, we got this!”
Then they pushed Isaac along until they found a quiet corner of the gym.
“Okay, talk. What do you want? Is this an attempt to blackmail us?”
He shook his head vigorously. It was a very strange situation. Both Lindsay and Zoe were pretty certain they could beat up this twerp if he tried anything funny, and yet, they were nervous about what was going to happen.
At last, he said:
“Uh … no. No, not at all. It’s just … I figured it out … That is, I didn’t at first. I was confused when I saw you at the strip club. I didn’t mean to go there, it was one of these bachelor things and … then you did your shows and I thought … This can’t be you, right?”
The women looked at one another. Where was he going with this?
Zoe made an impatient gesture:
“Out with it. What do you want?”
“Well … I was shocked that the whole musclewoman thing was just an act? I really loved the look and I wasn’t sure what it really was … I couldn’t believe it was real, but I wanted it to be … And then I saw you looking all model-like and I thought … What is going on? So I decided to find out, and I ended up seeing you here. And then I froze.”
Lindsay frowned:
“Okay … So you found us out … in more than one way. Shit.”
Zoe nodded:
“Yep. This is bad. So … what do you want in exchange for keeping your mouth shut?”
Isaac stared at them.
“What do you mean?”
Zoe growled:
“Are you trying to force us to fuck you or something? Because if you try that, I will break your arm, got it?”
He started waving his hands around somewhat panicky:
“No, no! Nothing like that … It’s just … I … I wanted to ask you whether you’re serious about those muscles!”
The two women stared at him, then at each other, then they blinked.
Lindsay burst out:
“What?”
“I mean, you … you had fun looking huge like that … and I wondered whether you would really want to be like that?”
Now it was up to the girls to blush.
Lindsay asked:
“And what would you do then?”
“Well … If you let me, I’d love to support you …”
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Great to see more. More dialogue driven narrative. Hope for more detailed mass soon.
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Happy to see you're continuing with this story!
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Another continuation. Late, but better than never.
“Okay, girls, I probably get where you are trying to go, but … you gotta slow down a bit.”
The boss rubbed the bridge of his nose. This talk was part of the deal in his business. It tended to happen by itself, somewhat automatically. Most of the girls that danced at his place tended to have moderate to shitty self-esteem, and when the stripping and dancing started to bring in some serious money, they would start working on their bodies to improve them. It was to be expected, and in his eyes, it was an investment for them, and for him too. Although most regulars, especially the old guys, preferred natural girls next door, he knew that this look was just as artificial as the others. Also, the younger crowd was clearly more into fake. They didn’t even mind visible scars from breast augmentations, which had been a no-go for years.
Anyway, he knew that once the girls started making improvements on their bodies, they wouldn’t stop. Then, he would have to step in before it got out of hand. Especially if the other dancers started getting second thoughts. He had had a terrible spiral once, and it had ended with all the girls having the most absurd duck lips. The audience hadn’t been too amused and some of the people from back then still called the place the Lazy Quackigator.
These two, on the other hand, were going unexpected places.
Zoe and Lindsay sat opposite him in his office and tried to smile. The whole scene was uncomfortable. After receiving Isaac’s support, they had gone on a shopping spree, and the last month and a half had proven very fruitful. They had picked up some really good gear, way better than the stuff Lina was selling. It was incredible. Even shooting each other up with their first dose had made them so horny, they barely managed to finish the job. They made sure they filmed the whole procedure for Isaac, and the poor guy had left them a very garbled, very happy voice message.
The thing was, the stuff worked wonders and they could almost feel their muscles grow every day. They got harder and more ripped, and Zoe’s arms looked pretty fucking defined even when she was completely relaxed, while Lindsay got quite yoked now, her shoulders filling up nicely. They were not looking like bodybuilders yet, but it wasn’t a long way anymore.
The side effects were a bit of a problem. It was starting to show. Their faces looked a bit rougher, and the acne was disgusting. Especially for Lindsay, it brought back bad memories from her teenage years. She did her best to conceal it, but this was something that brought her mood down. As for Zoe, she noticed that her voice was getting more husky, and even though it turned her on, it was also a bit difficult. People didn’t immediately recognize her on the phone anymore, and she didn’t like the scratchy feeling in her throat.
Also, the whole business had ended up getting them to the boss’ office for a chewing out.
The boss set his hands on his desk, pushed down and groaned.
“What I’m saying is that … I’m in the business of selling entertainment to horny dudes and bored husbands. I’m not selling art, I’m not selling porn, and I’m certainly not selling fetish stuff.”
Zoe wanted to say something about the schoolgirl uniforms, but the boss cut her off with a swipe of his hand.
“Let me finish. I work on a certain demographic. The customers want girls they could have gotten when they were younger. Or at least of which they think they could have gotten them. We’re selling a fantasy here, and that fantasy is the girl look from twenty years ago.”
He waved his hand again.
“One moment. Fucking please. That’s an aesthetic. I try to put this in a way you college girls can understand. I would have housewives out there, or cleaning ladies or happy little grandmas if that was the thing the boys wanted. It doesn’t have to be Noelle and her tits if you ask me.”
He took one big breath:
“Please understand. This is not against you or your style. This is about my business. You deviate too far from the norm that I expect, I can’t get you on stage. Just doesn’t work that way. So here it is: Stop working out like your gearing up for the motherfucking Olympics, get your tits pumped up some more and make my horndogs happy, but not too happy, or get another job. Am I making myself clear?”
Zoe and Lindsay sat there, unsure of how to deal with this. The man was making sense, obviously. At the same time, he was basically shooting down their dream. At the same time, they were feeling insulted, or at least angry. Being angry was a big thing lately, what with the roids they were shooting now.
Zoe raised a hand.
“Does that mean you’re firing us?”
He hesitated. The boss could sense the tension in the room. These women were pretty jacked and he wasn’t sure he wanted them to beat his ass. They probably could.
“Uh … How about … a month’s paid leave?”
Zoe grinned. Her scratchy voice made the boss even more nervous.
“You’ll have to get us our average tips too …”
Lindsay joined in:
“And make it two months, so we don’t tell about this.”
“Are you trying to blackmail me?”
The two women looked at each other.
“No.”
“No. I don’t think we have any secrets that could get out, right?”
“I think this is just a good way to finish our business relationship without any hard feelings.”
Zoe chuckled.
“Unless you want to make this any more complicated?”
The boss made a mental calculation of what was going on and said:
“Nah. I’m good. Just don’t come here anymore.”
The two women nodded. They’d have to find something else, but for now, the “severance package” was perfect.
One month in, the severance package was already drying up. They realized that their new and improved lifestyle really required massive amounts of food. They were supplementing their lunches at school with two extra meals during the day, and the kind of protein they needed was a bit more expensive than their previous fare.
Isaac was continuing his sponsorship, but he wasn’t as wealthy as he had first made them believe. As a result, the two women were swinging between happiness and despair.
Happiness, because their gains were absolutely incredible. They were pushing hard, and now they were reaching the beginner levels of bodybuilding. Their muscles were growing nicely, and they really had to dress down as shapelessly as possible to hide their progress. For Zoe, this meant that her lean body was now starting to become wider, especially in the shoulders. Her butt stayed tight and she ended up with a modest, yet constantly improving V-taper. The roids were leaning her out further, and her face got a bit rougher, but she craved that it went quicker. She really wanted to increase the dosage already, but Lindsay insisted on doing this in a controlled way. She wanted them to be muscle monsters in the long run, not just blow up and then burn out.
Zoe agreed reluctantly, even though she was a bit jealous of Lindsay. Her friend had been the chubby, shapeless of the pair, and weight training only made her look better and better. She was packing on the pounds in all the right places and was starting more and more like a Valkyrie lately.
Also, the roids were roughing up her skin, but they also made her face look way more dominant. She didn’t have Zoe’s hard voice, but it was getting deeper and people did double-takes when she spoke.
At school, they had to cover up completely now, using masks and sunglasses, and even gloves to hide themselves. The gloves had turned out to be a necessity when one of the other students had noticed the callouses on Zoe’s hands. Despite wearing gloves during training, her hands had become rough and strong, and shaking hands gave away her sheer brutish power.
The teachers were a bit unhappy about the two blobs of blackness in the back of the auditorium, and the other students were getting confused by the pairs decision to completely isolate themselves from the rest of them.
As for Venus, she still kept them in her sight. She hovered around them, spying on them, trying to figure out what they were concealing. It was confusing for her. The two women spoke softly and did their best to stay hidden, and even though she probably could have ignored them, she decided for herself that she craved this fight. She just had to somehow figure out what was going on …
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Would like to read how Venus gets into all this. Perhaps she join the two and there roids.
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In the end, Venus couldn’t stand it anymore. She had to know. Zoe and Lindsay always waited for all the other students to be gone before getting up. The last thing they wanted was to answer any stupid questions. When they were finally alone, they got up and stretched. Zoe growled:
“Oh my God, I hate this sitting around so much …”
“Yeah. Fuck this. Fuck those chairs.”
“Getting too narrow?”
“Uh-huh. I dunno why they didn’t annoy me less back when I was blobby, but now, I hate them with a vengeance! I sure could just fucking rip them apart!”
Zoe grinned behind her mask.
“That’s something I’d love to see …”
“Get me a chair and a quiet place, and I’ll show you!”
“Ooh … Fuck, Lindsay, I can only get so horny …”
“We gotta get out of this place, otherwise, I’m gonna have to fuck you, my fucking little muscle bitch …”
She whispered the last words to her lover. They were getting so turned on lately, it was really tough to focus.
Zoe sighed deeply and led the way. They headed out as fast as they could and left the campus. It was time to hit the gym and get rid of that nasty tension. They didn’t notice it, but Venus was following them, doing her best to hide. She felt an incredible tension within herself. This mystery was making her all queasy.
She soon saw the two black-clad women reach a gym. Okay. Now that was a bit weird. She was pretty sure that her former friend had gone the depressive-fat route Lindsay had taken. What were they even doing in there?
She waited for them to enter the building, then peeked after them. They just checked in with the greatest routine and the dude at the entrance waved at them. So they were regulars? How was all this even possible?
Venus hesitated. Maybe she should just wait here?
Nah. If she did that, she would be none the wiser. She had to get a look at them, and quick. After all the two of them would probably change their outfits, and then what? She was pretty sure she could recognize Zoe, but … This was all making her nervous.
Fighting down her excitement, she walked inside, doing her best to be all confident. She got to the counter and asked:
“Hi. I’m Venus, and I wanted to ask if I could have a trial membership? I just want to see whether your gym is up to it?”
She leaned forward, giving the guy at the counter a good look of her cleavage. The dude seemed to enjoy the view and grinned:
“Yeah, sure. No problem. Just fill this in and sign here, then use this card.”
Venus filled the form with unheard speed, her fingers shaking as she typed on the tablet. Several times, she had to correct the information simply because she was so twitchy. What if she missed them now?
She finished it, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. The guy asked:
“Do you need any explanations?”
She shook her head a bit too intensely:
“No, no, no problem, I’m fine!”
She grabbed the card and headed inside. As fast as she could, she moved to the ladies’ dressing rooms and pushed the door just a little bit to see what was going on. She couldn’t see them from here, but that should also mean that they couldn’t see her either. Good. She slipped inside. The place was divided into three parts and the showers. She nodded to herself. Cool. This way, she could finally sneak a peek …
Suddenly, she heard Zoe’s voice. Or something that sounded like her voice. It was all rough and hard.
“Girl, you’re really losing your hair up there …”
The answer came from Lindsay:
“I know … Fuck that shit. I’ve been thinking about just cutting it all off and getting a wig. Or a crew-cut? What do you say?”
Venus was confused. What were they talking about? Was this Lindsay woman sick? She didn’t sound too unhappy. What was this supposed to mean?
“Hm … Could look good on you. I mean, now that we don’t have to pretend we’re girly anymore, why not go all in?”
Lindsay produced a rather deep laugh.
“Yeah. Crew-cut it is, then. It’s just so weird. You lose it up there, and otherwise, it gets everywhere …”
Zoe chuckled:
“Sure does. I’ve been thinking: I’m gonna get depilated again next week. Wanna come too?”
Lindsay was obviously thinking about this, then said:
“Maybe I’ll let it grow a little more.”
“Freak.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Yeah.”
Venus snuck closer, and tried to get a look around the corner. Then she noticed the mirror at the side. If she was careful, she could actually see them in the reflection … She slid over there and tried to get the angle right.
Her heart almost stopped.
The two women were naked, and they were built like jocks! She could clearly see that Zoe sported a hard sixpack, but she had nothing of a fitness model. Instead, she looked more like a gross kind of man-woman? The sight shocked her deeply. How did her friend, her colleague, the girl from her clique, transform into … this? Also, what was that with the tits? Venus had implants herself, and she loved them, but she had asked for them to be realistic and natural-looking. Whoever had installed those on Zoe, had basically screwed them on her body without any attempts at hiding them.
She tried to get a better look at Lindsay too, but she was terrified they could spot her. Then she heard Lindsay ask:
“So, ready to get shot up?”
“Always, love …”
Venus heard some slobbering noises. Were they kissing now? Just how depraved were those monsters? She was starting to feel a little sick. And what were they going on about getting shot up? Were they going to do drugs in there?
Just then, she heard Zoe breathe in sharply:
“Fffuck … This is nice …”
“Do me now! Come on!”
“Yes, yes, right away.”
“Ooh … Fuck yeah. I don’t know why, but this shit turns me on so much …”
There was more slobbering. Venus couldn’t bear it anymore. They had moved a bit, and she could only see one of their big backs, while the other one was obscured from view. She had to take a look. She moved carefully to see them through the mirror.
Then she saw it. They were lying on top of each other in a 69-pose now, and they were sucking at each other. Venus felt her heart skip a beat. Zoe, who had just given Lindsay’s crotch a good lick, the lower half of her face soaked in the other woman’s juices, stared at her through the mirror. In a moment, her expression went from shock to surprise to amusement.
Venus was paralyzed. She tried to turn and run, but she was too shocked by what she just saw. Then she tried to get away, but Zoe was already on her feet, ignoring Lindsay’s protests. Like a panther, she raced after the Peeping Tammy. Venus ran, but she stumbled through the dressing room, barely managing not to fall on her face or crash into a locker. It took mere moments for Zoe to catch her.
The musclewoman was naked and sweaty, and Venus found her musk overwhelming. She tried to free herself, but Zoe’s grip was unbreakable. The bodybuilder recognized her now, her breath quick. With every respiration, her heavy chest rose and fell.
Venus tried to say something. She wanted to scream. She wanted to call for help. Zoe’s intensity and the closeness of this freak made things difficult. She opened her mouth, but then, Lindsay walked up to her and asked:
“You were spying on us?”
“No! I was just …”
Zoe cut her off by pushing her against the lockers. Why was this monster so strong?
“If you dare say a thing, we will break your every bone, understood?”
“Don’t hurt me. Please!”
Venus started to whimper. Lindsay was amused by the former bully feeling so intimidated. The steroids in her system made it harder and harder to control herself. Venus quailed in fear. Zoe kept holding her firmly by pushing her against the locker with her full body, her naked, sweaty muscles swollen against the young woman’s preppy outfit. It was getting all stinky and wet from the treatment.
Zoe felt the urge to just punch her for fun. Just because she could. Just because Venus was a former friend, or rather acquaintance who had mercilessly dropped her at the first possibility.
The blond girl tried to bargain:
“Listen, if you let me go and leave me alone, I’ll give you money!”
“Money? Seriously? You think you can buy us off? We should just get the tape of this and show them to certain people, how you got all pervy on us … And they wouldn’t believe it was us. They would see how you tried to creep out on two bodybuilders. I think you would be branded as a freak, right?”
“No! Please … please … Don’t do it!”
Just then, Lindsay whispered in Zoe’s ear. The musclewoman’s intense expression switched to a grin.
“Okay, you know what, now that we’ve made clear what is going to happen to you if you try and snitch on us, we’re going to allow you to buy us off after all. I’ll let you know the money you’ll give to us. Happy?”
Venus nodded, still completely shocked by what had happened. Zoe graciously released her, and pushed her to the door.
“Go. I’ll let you know …”
With these words, she watched the young woman flee. Then she turned to Lindsay:
“I think this arrangement is going to make things way easier for us …”
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Loving it!
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Love the direction it's going with Venus getting sucked in to their world.
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One of my favourite stories...love the direction. I'll bet Venus couldn't do anything if she was turned into a jacked muscle monster like the others ;P
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Hope Venus will join them and get serious muscles herself.
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A new part!
Zoe moved the light a bit to the left. Lindsay was on the bed, posing casually, flexing her muscles. Then she brushed through her platinum blond crewcut. It was still new and spiky, and she liked it a lot. It gave her these cyberpunk vibes she liked. Seriously, the more her body was changing, the more she wanted it to transform further. She just adored how she felt sexier and sexier with every week. It was just sad they had to hide everything in public. The thing was, a new boob job was becoming necessary. Very necessary. They had recently had them filled up a bit more, but the doctor was getting reluctant to go much further.
Lindsay’s hand went to her tit. It was really round now, sticking from her increasingly large pecs. There were 1,200 ccs of saline in it, and that was the maximum the doc was willing to do. The thing was, as her chest was getting broader, the implants were starting to look weird. They were just not wide enough. Happily, they had found a specialized manufacturer who did implants designed for bodybuilders. The guys also did all kinds of other bits and bobs for musclepeople, including calf implants. Seeing those made her a bit self-conscious about her own legs. She definitely should push herself more …
Anyway, they had to get money to blow up their tits some more, and to get closer to their ideal, and this was the way to do it …
She continuing fondling her tit. God, the skin was really tight on them right now, and it felt so sexy and fake … The doctor had said something about Lindsay losing her natural look, and the young woman had just snorted and flexed her arm.
“Do you think this is natural?”
The doctor had complied without further questions. Lindsay was pulled out of her reverie by Zoe:
“Hey, could you stop fondling yourself for a moment? I need to get the lights to work.”
The musclegirl on the bed giggled. It was a weird sound. The girlishness was disappearing quickly and it was starting to sound really odd, what with her deeper, rougher voice.
Zoe rolled her eyes and moved the lights a bit more. She too had continued her transformation, and it was starting to look definitely crazy. She was looking quite cut pretty much all the time, sticking a bit harder to her diet than Lindsay. It was an impressive look, especially since she was stripped down to her sports bra and panties. Lindsay grinned again as she spotted Zoe’s clit form a bulge in those panties. It was getting pretty big lately, especially since her friend had started pumping it with one of those vacuum tubes. It was still far from the four inches on that morph, but it was getting bigger and thicker, and way more sensitive. The rubbing against the fabric of her panties was a nice and rather constant stimulation.
Zoe snapped her fingers. Lindsay shook her head to clear it and focus again.
“Lindz? You still there? Could you stay with me and not just ogle my crotch?”
“But it’s so nice … I want to lick your big clittie …”
Zoe rolled her eyes. Hearing her friend talk like that was so odd, but she enjoyed it a lot. It turned her on. She smacked her lips. Those were her newest additions. When Lindsay had had her boobs filled up, Zoe had decided that going bigger like this now would prevent her from showing off her pecs. She opted to wait for the new implants which would be a better fit for her frame. However, getting her lips plumped … That was a thing.
As a result, the surgeon’s assistant had injected her with a couple of ccs of filler, and now, they looked deliciously pouty. She loved them!
They were also getting pretty big now, looking quite slutty, and that was just as nice for her. With every month, the girls were getting closer to their crazy ideal. They just needed a constant stream of cash to spend on their improving bodies.
Which brought them to the situation at hand. Ever since quitting at the strip club, they had been pushing their social media channels to gain people who were willing to spend money on them, but now, some guy had paid them to do a custom video, and the money was so good, they had to do it!
“Okay, I think now we’ve got it. Do you have the masks?”
Zoe called out to Isaac. They had asked their number one fan to help them out, and he had eagerly offered to assist. The guy who had ordered the custom video had wanted a guy in it, and they were happy to oblige, even though Isaac was a tad skeptical. It got worse when they showed him his outfit.
Now he walked in, covered head to toe in a black latex suit.
“This is tight and hot!”
The girls grinned. Zoe commented:
“Kinda?” She licked her lips and the poor guy gasped. Even his cock was covered in the black rubber, stuck in a ribbed and knobbly condom. His penis looked like some alien’s. It was fun to look at him since he was so tall and gangly. His cock started to rise. “Don’t blow your load yet, we don’t have too many of those condoms …”
“Yeah …” He came closer, squeaking a bit as the latex rubbed against itself. He held out the masks. Zoe took it. It was just as black and shiny. She carefully tied her hair into a big bun. She had gotten pretty attentive to it. Lately, it had thinned a bit. She was thinking about maybe cutting it off too. She wondered what it would feel like … Maybe just get a perfect, shiny bald head? Or a wig? She wasn’t sure …
Then she took the mask and carefully pulled it over her face. It was a bit of a struggle. The rubber didn’t yield much and it was very, very tight on her. She had to pull on it a bit here and there to get it in the correct position. It wasn’t too practical. Maybe that would get better once she had worn that thing a few times. As her pouty lips protruded from the mask’s mouth hole, she licked them. Her bun dented the mask a bit at the back of her head, but overall, it looked very nice.
The smell was quite intense, though. Maybe that would go away eventually?
Lindsay had her mask on too and smiled at her:
“Damn, Zoe, you look like a fetishist’s dream!”
“I am a fetishist’s dream. That’s the whole point of this!”
The other young woman laughed. It sounded quite bassy. Then she said:
“Okay, let’s get the make-up on, and then, we can start!”
She could tell that Isaac was getting very, very horny.
The poor guy was caught under the two muscle women. It was a sight to behold, only Isaac could barely get a glimpse of them on account of his face being mostly covered by Zoe’s pussy. The masked woman was happily rubbing herself against the young man’s nose, taking deep breaths as her clit slipped over his tip again and again. The poor guy in his rubber suit was sweating terribly, and he loved every moment of it. He grunted, gasped for air and extended his tongue to get a taste of Zoe’s juices that ran thick from her pussy.
At the same time, Lindsay was on his cock, the strange surfaces of the condom stimulating her. She groaned as it sank deep inside her. The poor guy was rock-hard, both from the crazy situation he was in and the lack of oxygen. Whenever he could get a breath of air, he would use it to egg them on. Not that they both needed that … The situation was way too good. Having the thin guy under them, stimulating them desperately while their heavy muscles moved under their skin … it was incredible.
Zoe rode him and enjoyed his tongue rubbing her expanded clit. She wondered what it would feel like for it to be so long that she could actually get deepthroated … The thought made her even hornier. She leaned in and eagerly kissed her friend, her thick, pillowy lips smashing themselves into Lindsay’s. They gasped as they played with each other’s monumental muscles. It was a joy to touch them to squeeze them, to feel them all strong and pumped …
Under them, Isaac moaned, his slim body getting squished by their hulking physiques. As their sweat and juices ran all over him, he realized that the rubber suit had its advantages too, despite being terribly hot and sticky.
The two musclegirls flexed hard now, their bodies swelling up from the effort. As they released each other’s tongues, Lindsay whispered:
“Fuck, I love you, my freaky muscle goddess …”
“Me too, you monster …”
Lindsay reached for Zoe’s clit and rubbed it hard, touching Isaac’s tongue in the process. Then she felt the thin man buckle under her as he blew his load. This was enough to send her over the edge while Zoe’s muscles tensed, and then relaxed as she came too.
The sweaty trio sighed happily, though Isaac sounded a bit muffled.
As Zoe squeezed Lindsay’s large tits, she whispered:
“I sure hope that customer’s happy …”
“I think Isaac is, and that’s a good sign.”
They kissed again.
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PLEASE BRING THE NEXT PART AS FAST AS POSSIBLE
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Again a great chapter and so I hope for more.
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Venus stared at her phone. Should she, or shouldn’t she? She was a bit terrified by the situation. Something deep inside her urged her to look at it, while the sane part of her brain screamed at her not to go further. It was bad enough already. She was giving those disgusting creatures her money just to prevent them from exposing her, and they were even gloating about it. At least, that was what she thought they were doing.
It was getting hard to tell. The pair was completely isolating itself from the other students now. They no longer showed up at the cantina, instead hiding somewhere to devour the massive boxes of food they brought to the school in large backpacks. They were veiling their faces and hiding their eyes behind sunglasses or by drawing their veils completely over their faces. Their outfits were getting more and more shapeless, and when they moved, it was really hard to even distinguish their arms.
They were even using some kind of voice software now, their phones speaking for them. It was extremely bizarre. Venus imagined that one day, someone would challenge them, and then, it would turn out there was actually nobody under all this stuff.
The pair would just have disappeared …
The thing was, for Venus, it was a terrifying tease. She hated that she wanted to see more of them, but she couldn’t. Zoe and Lindsay were hiding themselves so completely that all she could do was to try and maybe catch a glimpse of them. It was basically impossible.
The other students were just ignoring them, but Venus couldn’t. She kept gravitating towards them, as if pulled closer by an invisible, unescapable force.
At the same time, she knew that they were on social media. Even a short research had allowed her to find them, and they were pumping out content at a terrifying rate. It was all NSFW and obviously, Venus couldn’t see it without joining those sites, but …
She craved this.
She wanted to see them, to be disgusted by their perversion, by their self-mutilation. And at the same time, she was turned on by her own insane fascination with them. She hadn’t seen them since that moment at the gym, but she could catch little suggestions on their social media …
It made her shiver with lust and self-hate to even look at them.
Zoe and Lindsay had recently disappeared from class for a few weeks, something about a medical problem, but Venus knew … They had done something new to their mutated body. She bet it was the breasts! It had to be. Since their return, their outfits were even more shapeless. They were hiding themselves, because they had gone bigger.
Venus wondered what she could do. She craved to see them again, but she couldn’t risk getting caught. The humiliation was too bad. At the same time, she was feeling that she was helpless. She couldn’t confide about this with her friends, could she?
She sighed.
“Okay … So what am I going to do? I mean … I can’t just stalk them, right?”
Then she looked at the phone again.
“Well …”
At last, classes were over. Zoe slowly got up from her chair, careful not to ruin the stuffy clothes she was wearing. Seeing through the veil’s eye-net was difficult enough. She turned to Lindsay. Clearly, the chairs here were getting a bit small for them. She arranged the scarf she had wrapped over her chest to hide its size. The recent surgery had been a complete success, and she now had 1,600 cubic centimeters of saline in each tit. They were quite heavy, although her muscles were easily able to support the extra weight. They were also incredibly sensitive. She had to tape her nipples to prevent them from constantly getting stimulated when she moved. The other thing was that the doctor had suggested massaging them every day, as a preventive measure and to allow them to settle correctly. That too was an amazing experience.
Combined with their new cycle, she was getting shockingly horny all the time. Thankfully, she wasn’t alone: Lindsay was in a similar situation, and the other woman was eager to satisfy her. She too had had her tits done and again, the doc had managed to stuff more saline into her. Zoe was a bit jealous. Lindsay’s 2,000 cc-tits looked gargantuan on her broad chest. While Zoe had finally shaved off her receding hair, polishing a gleaming scalp, and getting her entire body lasered, Lindsay had let it grow out pretty much everywhere except for the platinum spikes on her head. There was a thick bush between her legs from which her increasingly pumped clit was poking.
Just thinking of their planned pumping session for tonight made her grin behind her veil. They were getting closer and closer to their insane ideal, and as they did … they realized that it just might not be enough.
She nodded at Lindsay and took her hand. Just as they were about to leave, the teacher asked:
“Could you too come here for a moment?”
The two musclewomen exchanged hidden glances. Then Zoe nodded and they walked to the desk. The man smiled, unsettled by the massive blackness of their outfits and the strange, unidentifiable smell that emanated from them.
He seemed quite nervous.
“Okay … Here’s the thing … I’ve looked at the stuff you handed it, and it’s perfectly okay. The exams too. Basically, there’s nothing spectacular about it, but you will get a decent grade.”
The two shapes nodded.
“The thing is, and please, don’t get me wrong … but … I am a bit unsure of whether, uh, you are, well, you?”
Zoe took her phone, and quickly typed something. The phone said:
“Who else would we be?”, in its happy cutesy voice.
The man got more and more anxious.
“Well, no one’s seen your faces in the whole term, and you don’t speak up in class …”
“You have received the necessary documents. That should be enough.”
“Actually … Here’s the thing: I need to confirm that you are you. I mean, it doesn’t have to be me … I can get a female teacher to check on you, if that makes you more comfortable.”
The two black shapes turned to each other. Was there a strange deep chuckle? Then Zoe’s phone said:
“I am sorry, but we cannot show our faces to people that are not part of our belief. I hope you understand.”
“Well … I understand? But … Listen, we have talked about this with the board, and they suggest that you need to allow us to confirm your identity. Don’t get me wrong, but there could be anybody under these veils.”
The machine answered:
“You are aware that this infringes on our freedom of belief?”
“I … Listen, I just wanted to warn you. You might get expelled if you don’t find a solution to this. Why not make it easier for yourselves?”
The two women turned to each other, then sent some messages between each other.
Then the phone said:
“So if you confirm you saw our faces, everything is fine?”
“I … yes?”
“I think it would be best for you to just say you did.”
“Wait … Are you threatening me?”
Through the veil, he heard a rough, growling voice:
“No. We would never do that.”
The teacher shrank back into his seat.
“What is going on with you?”
Lindsay had discreetly moved behind the man. He was becoming aware of the fact, and it was making him panic. Zoe spoke low:
“Don’t worry about us. If somebody asks, you have seen us. We’re still ourselves. And if you behave yourself …” The cheerful phone voice finished: “You’ll find that we can make you glad.”
Then they left, the teacher shaking in his shoes. Outside of the auditorium, Venus ducked away, her heart beating. She had to see them!
As soon as Zoe and Lindsay were back at the dorm, the door of their room locked, they pulled off their veils and masks they wore under them. Zoe grinned at Lindsay. Her thick, plumped lips distorted. Lindsay revealed her own, slightly smaller ones. Zoe was really letting it get out of hand. The bald head, the heavier jaw and the thick chin contrasted strangely with those hypersexualized lips. Then again, Lindsay wasn’t much better. Her face had become extremely harsh and she had started training her jaw muscles recently in an effort to make them even bigger. It was a bit weird as an idea, but it did make her face blockier and more brutal. She loved it.
She was somehow aware that they were closing in on Caroline. Maybe they should see her again soon.
“Fuck, Zoe, that was kinda terrifying!” Lindsay’s voice was rumbly and bassy now.
“Yeah … I loved it!” The answer was equally rough.
Zoe hugged her partner in madness and kissed her, the smell of sweat and hormones filling their nostrils.
Between kisses, Lindsay said:
“They’re going to kick us out soon, though.”
“Yeah. Fuck them …”
Zoe licked the hair under Lindsay’s nose. It was a bit dark lately and getting more visible.
“But what are we going to do?”
“Well, first of all, we’re going to fuck …”
The bald woman carefully removed the shapeless dress from her lover’s broad shoulders.
On the house opposite the dorm, Venus was nervously staring at them through the phone. Her hands were shaking as she tried to zoom on them and get a good look. She shivered in delight, and gasped as Lindsay’s gargantuan round tits came into view.
“Holy crap …”, she whispered.
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Zoe kissed her lover hungrily, her swollen lips squishing against Lindsay’s. She felt the other girl’s taste in her mouth and sucked eagerly on her tongue for a moment. Lindsay was all sweaty and horny and the scent of her testosterone-saturated body was quite overwhelming. She grabbed her friend’s round, fake tits and sank her strong fingers into them, her long fake nails digging into Zoe’s rough skin.
“Fuck …”, she growled, her voice rumbling. “… I just fucking love your fucking muscles …”
She moved further in and touched Zoe’s lats as the other girl reached for Lindsay’s butt and squeezed it hard. The hairy woman obliged, flexing her glutes and resisting Zoe’s powerful fingers with delight. They got closer, and mashed their big tits together. Grunting, Zoe said:
“Girl, we gotta get bigger tits …”
“Yeah, and we really have to get some major roid guts … I want you to look as if you’re pregnant with my muscle child!”
“Damn, Lindz, you’re such a fucking pervert!”
“You too, Zoe, you too …”
They stumbled on the bed, which groaned as their heavy bodies landed on it. In the other house, Venus climbed on her own bed to get a good view. She was already fingering herself hornily through her panties, and she was getting very wet. To her fury, she noticed that she couldn’t get a good angle on them. The window pane was just at the wrong angle … She clambered on the window sill. Maybe … Yes … That might work.
She saw that Zoe was now lying on her back, her broad shoulders filling up most of the bed and her tits standing high and proud from her chest. Lindsay was just moving between Zoe’s long, muscular legs. The other young woman accommodated for her broad back and sighed as Lindsay’s lips brushed against her pussy.
“Wooooow … I love this …”
Zoe sank her fingers into Lindsay’s broad back. The other woman started licking her.
“Mmmh … Tasty …”
The bald woman felt Lindsay’s tongue dance around her clit, then she felt her suck on it. She breathed in sharply, barely managing to contain her horniness.
“God, I love your mouth on my clit … I wish it were as big as a cock …”
“Me too … I want to get fucked by your fucking clit …”
“Yessss …”
They grunted happily. Zoe tightened her legs around Lindsay’s head, forcing her in deeper, while the other woman squeezed her massive thighs with one hand while she rubbed her own pussy in delight.
Venus’ eyes were starting to hurt from not blinking. She was so horny, she craved this … Just seeing Lindsay’s mutant back between her friend’s insane legs was enough to make her explode, but imagining herself with them … That only made things worse …
A moment later, Zoe came, overwhelmed by her friend’s sucking. She growled, squeezing Lindsay’s head and pushing herself off the mattress. The window was starting to fog from their hotness. Venus struggled, trying to get another look in. Then she slipped and tumbled on her bed. Like a wet sack, she landed on the floor next to it.
“Ouch!”
She scrambled back to her feet and tried to catch another glimpse of the wonderful muscle-mutants, but they had moved out of sight. She cursed to herself, rubbing her buttocks.
“Why …”
As expected, Zoe and Lindsay were expelled three weeks later. It had taken the administration some time to make up its mind, and they had offered them the possibility to “clear their names”, but by that time, the two young women were no longer interested. Instead, they packed up their things and prepared to move out of the dorm.
As they were preparing their luggage, Lindsay found the muscle suit. They hadn’t used it in months now and to be perfectly honest, they had forgotten about it. Well, not exactly forgotten, but they had stopped caring. Lindsay called her friend over and said:
“Hey, look at this!”
“Wait, you didn’t return it?”
“Nah, I forgot about it. It looks kinda small now, don’t you think?”
Zoe laughed:
“I don’t think I’d still fit in it, yeah.”
“Me neither. Cool though …”
“Yeah, really puts things into perspective!”
Lindsay squeezed it a bit.
“Fuck, this is so soft … I can’t believe we really thought this would pass …”
“Hey, it was nice while it lasted. Now, we got way more.”
“That’s right.”
Zoe grinned and caressed the hard muscles that cascaded from Lindsay’s thick neck. The hairy girl kissed her:
“If we fuck around now, we’re never going to get packed up, and I don’t think their going to let us hang out around here much longer.”
“Okay, okay … Man, I hate it that you’re the always the reasonable one …”
Lindsay flexed her arms, letting the muscles swell up hard.
“I know. That’s what reasonable people look like …”
Zoe giggled, which sounded a bit like a cinderblock in a concrete mixer. She traced the thick biceps vein and whispered:
“We should get dressed, you know?”
They were both still in their underwear, basically some panties and their custom bras. Lindsay could see Zoe’s sweet clit bulge under the fabric.
“I guess we should. Isaac is going to be here any minute.”
“Sooo … The burqas again?”
“Nah. We ain’t got nothing to hide now, do we?”
Lindsay grinned and grabbed her booty shorts.
“Let’s go in style …”
The students that were up at this time of the day stared at the crazy display that happened in front of them. Some stopped to snap some pictures or record the scene on their phones, some just watched in absolute confusion as Zoe and Lindsay walked out of their dorm, carrying their things down to the road. It was one of these “never make two trips”-situations, but it didn’t bother the pair in any way. Their muscles were getting a nice little pump from the effort. And everybody could see this, and their superior grins.
Zoe wore one of these headband-baseball cap-combos, giving everybody a good look of her polished scalp. To this, she had added a neck-holder crop-top that emphasized her massive shoulders and her absurdly fake tits. Her crisp abs were perfectly visible and the booty shorts she wore gave everybody a peek of her thick clit that formed a little bulge in it. To this, she had added some heavy boots and some fingerless gloves.
As one of the students stared too long at her, she turned to the guy and licked her thick lips, then suggested she would lick his cock. The poor guy blushed and ran.
Right after her, Lindsay followed up, wearing a skintight blouse and a cutesy skirt, as well as a cats’ ear headband. The blouse’s sleeves were getting pretty badly stretched, but that was just part of the show. To her look, she had added some cute patent leather shoes, the utter insanity of her unshaven muscle mass contrasting with the nice and charming clothes.
As they passed, Venus tried her best to film them with her phone. Her hands were shaking and she desperately pushed them against the window sill to bring them under control. She was breathing deeply, unable to deal with her desire. She was heartbroken in a way. They were leaving! They were out in the open! She would be unable to … to … to get her fix …
She cursed herself for this insanity and perversion. Why had she fallen for them so hard? Why …
The girls returned for one more trip, and Venus couldn’t stand it anymore. She ran out and pushed through the crowd. Pointing her phone at them, she shouted:
“You fucking freaks! Good riddance!”
She filmed for as long as she could. The others joined in, and started shouting abuse at the two muscle monsters. Venus retreated a little, and filmed on, trying to get a few good shots of their physiques.
Zoe and Lindsay ignored the shouts, loaded all their stuff into Isaac’s car, and got in, making the suspension groan a bit.
And then, they were off. Venus stood there as the crowd dissipated, horny, confused and embarrassed.
This couldn’t have been it, could it?
Isaac watched nervously as the young women carried their stuff into his apartment. He was quite wealthy, yes, and he had a good job, and … yeah. Everything was basically okay. But having them so close? He wasn’t sure that was what he really wanted. He didn’t dare say no, though. The situation was way too arousing, and although he was deadly afraid of what the neighbors would say, he was also getting extremely turned on.
As Lindsay carried in the rest of her things, she grinned at him, set them down and patted his head, then shoved her tongue into his mouth, pushing him against the wall.
“Damn, you’re cute, you little fucker …”
Her growling voice was making him hard. She squeezed herself in closer, her huge tits pressing against his slim body. The smell of her roid-flooded body was making him even hornier. He could feel the precum leak into his underpants.
“I wonder how you’re going to deal with two mega-alpha girls in your home … It’s like a harem manga come to life, right?”
She grinned at Zoe as she rubbed her crotch against his cock.
Zoe shrugged her broad shoulders.
“A what?”
“Girl, I keep forgetting you were a preppy schoolgirl. I’ll show you … Don’t worry, you’ll love this.”
She reached down and ran her gnarled powerful hand over Isaac’s dick.
The poor guy shot his load into his underpants and slipped down the wall.
“Damn, I’m going to enjoy this. We’ll just have to find a nice hardcore gym …”
“And some harder roids …”
“Yeah. Fuck … That would be it.”
“Definitely.”
Zoe grabbed her from behind and massaged her big fake tits.
“I can’t wait to get bigger, girl.”
“Oooh … I want to fuck you, you know?”
“Then let’s take our host along, I’m sure he wants to watch.”
Lindsay grabbed Isaac and loaded him over one mighty shoulder, then walked to his bedroom.
“This is such a nice place. I love it already!”
She tossed him on the bed and got on it too. A moment later, the mattress groaned as her lover got on too. This would be a nice housewarming party …