"Buff Babes Story*
Name: Sacha
Age: 18
Nationality: Croatian
Career Length: 2 years
History:
Sacha comes from a small rural village, in the wilds of Croatia, called Ublidensk. She is reasonably attractive. That is to say, compared to the rest of the Buff-Babes™, she isn’t quite as pretty as Rachel, for example, but by far and away she was definitely the most beautiful in her village. She was constantly getting marriage proposals from all the men in her village (which she promptly turned down), and when she walked down the road, every male head turned towards her eyeing up her beautiful form. She was tall and trim, with a slender body and thin waist. Her hips were wide, and her shoulders were perfectly narrow. Her breasts were easily the largest in the village, and were roughly the size of beach balls. She had dark, nutmeg skin and long dark black hair. Her eyes were dark as well; the effect increased by the dark rim of thick, black eye lashes around them. Her nose was little and her lips by contrast were larger and really tender and luscious.
Sacha only really started attracting attention because of her looks when she was about 16 years old. The boys in class at school were continually staring at her, turning around in lessons to gaze at her sexy form. However, the girls in her class didn’t like all the attention Sacha was getting and never spoke to her again. In one case this was especially painful for Sacha.
Ever since being a baby, Sacha had been friends with another girl called Eva. They were virtually inseparable. However, when Sacha became noticed by the boys, one of the boys was somebody who Eva had had her eye on for a while. When he fell under Sacha’s spell, Eva was extremely hurt, and vowed never to make contact with Sacha again, as she thought Sacha seduced the guy on purpose.
Ever since then, Sacha had never been in a good mood. The only people that would talk to her were her parents and the continuously gawping men that trailed after her. It was because of this that Sacha decided to change. She didn’t want to be attractive if nobody was going to talk to her; she vowed to herself that she would change. She decided to become more masculine so then boys wouldn’t fancy her anymore. The only problem was how to do it? There was no gym in Ublidensk, so she couldn’t go there. She was also miles away from the nearest town where there was a gym. She didn’t even have the internet so she couldn’t order her own gym equipment. However, the problem was solved one night when Sacha had gone out for a walk, to try and escape the ‘animals’ that were always following her. She wandered deep in thought, without really looking where she was going. It was only when she entered a large empty clearing that she looked up startled. There were no trees and the full moon shone down, lighting the clearing in a ghostly and unearthly light. Suddenly struck by the cold, Sacha went over to sit on a stump on the edge of the clearing. A wolf howled not very far away from where Sacha sat. She looked around nervously. She had heard tales of wolf attacks on innocent people in these woods. Thinking this, she looked around her, and there glowing in the bushes were hundreds of pairs of eyes, all looking unblinkingly at her. Sacha shivered, she didn’t like this one bit, and so she got up to go back home.
Then, suddenly, one of the pairs of eyes started to move. It followed the bushes, coming around towards where Sacha stood with her teeth chattering. The eyes got closer; Sacha took a step backwards and stumbled over a tree root. When she had wiped the snow from her eyes, she glanced around for the moving eyes. They had disappeared. She clambered back to her feet, brushing the snow off her coat. She turned and
“AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!”
There towering over her was a wolf. But this wasn’t just any wolf. Sacha had been told many stores as a young child and remembering these, she felt the bottom drop out her stomach, and a chilling terror seized her body. There in front of Sacha, in the middle of a snow covered clearing, with a full moon shining down on its matted fur was… a werewolf.
It was tall, about 7 feet and was covered, from pointed ear to clawed foot with dark, lank coarse fur. Muscles stood out all over its body, with veins zigzagging across them. The werewolf reeked of old blood, and Sacha could see some, dark red against the black fur, around the edge of its pointed muzzle. Fangs as long as Sacha’s fingers hung out of its rank mouth with saliva dripping off in strands. Shining, out of the sunken eye sockets, were shining red eyes, burning with hatred, like hot coals.
The werewolf leapt upon Sacha, its powerful, muscular legs bowling her to the ground. It pressed down on her large breasts, squashing them. It leered at her, the little human intelligence it had left showed in its red eyes. It opened its jaws towards her face, but Sacha grabbed a handful of snow and cast it into the werewolf’s face. It reared up, scrabbling at its eyes, a terrible howl erupting in its throat. Sacha scrambled away on her hands and knees, her chest heaving. She knew she had little chance of outrunning the werewolf; she would have to kill it. The werewolf raised its head, and silhouetted against the moon, gave a piercing yowl. It then turned back to Sacha, licking its lips. Sacha wrenched a branch from tree and held it before her like a sword. The werewolf seemed unfazed however, and advanced towards her, the muscles in its huge body twitching with the anticipation of a fresh kill, and the flesh that it would chew on tonight. Copious amounts of saliva dripped from its mouth at the thought, and splashed onto its huge, heaving chest. Again it leapt at Sacha, but she swung the branch and caught the beast in the side of the head. It flew a short distance and landed in the snow. Sacha walked nervously towards the werewolf’s body lying in the increasingly red snow. Blood was issuing forth from a gaping wound on the side of its head, staining the snow and ice that covered the ground. She stood over it with the branch raised above her head, ready to bring it down on the beasts head once more.
Suddenly, the wolf’s eyes flickered open. With a lightning ferocity, that caught Sacha off guard, a clawed hand shot out and grabbed Sacha’s leg. The talons sank deep into the flesh on her leg. She yelled in pain, and brought the branch crashing down. But the wolf rolled aside, pulling her off balance, sending her toppling to the ground. It lowered its head and sank its fangs into Sacha's leg. She screamed an unforgettable scream and summoning all her strength, pulled her leg away from the werewolf’s blood soaked maw. She moaned at the pain, as it spread up her leg, but then looked up and saw the injured, bedraggled wolf limping at her, with her blood dripping from its mouth. Sacha was ready to give up; she knew she didn’t stand a chance anymore, not with an injured leg. She said a silent prayer, and waited for death to come.
But then, starting at the place on her leg where she had been bitten, a hot, prickling sensation began to spread across her body. It seared up her leg, past her hips and onto her stomach. It sizzled over her breasts, over her arms and finally onto her head. The pain in her leg seemed to have, miraculously disappeared, and gingerly Sacha got to her feet. That was when the really amazing thing occurred. Again starting from her leg, muscles began to erupt across her body. Her quads in her legs bulged and grew, becoming extremely large. Her hips then grew too, not only with massive muscles, but also they grew wider, tearing her tight trousers. Muscles then burst forth all over her stomach, rising from her previously well toned abdomen. Then Sacha’s breasts became infused with muscle, and they swelled like balloons and grew to an impossible size. Previously the size of beach balls, Sacha’s breasts grew incredibly quickly to the size of exercise balls. They burst out of her shirt, and split open the zipper on her coat. Her nipples also extended to more than an inch, and became really hard. Then the muscles in Sacha’s arms grew as well, ripping out of the sleeves of her clothes sending tatters of cloth into the rapidly melting snow. Veins stood out like telephone cables, as Sacha’s shoulders and neck broadened, and muscles bulged up past her head. Sacha stood there naked in the blood spattered snow, with muscles like bags of cement all over her body. The werewolf had cowered back against a tree in alarm, its eyes now a much duller red.
Then the next part of Sacha’s transformation started. She had now realised that after getting bitten by a werewolf, you turn into one yourself. This was clearly evident, when out of her muscular, firm butt, sprouted a bushy tail. From here short, dark fur, spread across her huge body. The nails on Sacha’s hands and feet, normally well manicured, began to lengthen and curl, like claws. The fur reached her face and she felt her dark human hair, become the main on her new coat. Sacha’s face then lengthened, growing into a wolf’s muzzle. Her teeth, turned into enormous fangs that hung out her mouth. Finally Sacha reared up as the werewolf had done previously and howled, a long, drawn out, piercing howl, which reverberated off the surrounding mountains. The muscles in her neck contorted again, bulging as she brought her head forward. Panting, she turned towards the other werewolf. He was still there, cowering, whimpering in fright, all fire in his eyes extinguished. She bounded towards him and snarling, leapt at his quivering form. Her powerful, swelling muscles carrying her straight into him. She landed paws first on his chest, and crashed her head towards his exposed neck. Her razor sharp fangs sank into his neck, and with a ripping sound she pulled back her head with the werewolf’s jugular hanging from her muzzle. Blood dripped onto the wolfs body, as his life slowly began to fade. Sacha clawed at the wolf’s body, raking strips of flesh at fur off with equal ease. His bones cracked beneath her massive weight, her incredibly heavy muscles crushing the life out of him. Her own fur matted with sticky blood, Sacha leapt off the corpse and skulked away into the trees. Werewolves can change at anytime, they just have to concentrate. But when there is a full moon, the pull to change is especially strong. Sacha concentrated with all her wolfish will, and slowly she started to turn human again.
However, she was not quite the same as before she was bitten. Rather than the slim, feminine body, she had had previously; Sacha now maintained the huge, muscular masculine body that was the werewolf’s. Instead of dark black fur covering her body, she now had her normal nutmeg skin back, even though it was stretched to tearing point over her muscles, and was splattered with blood. She lifted her arms and flexed the huge muscles that twitched and palpitated with a life of their own. Despite now being a werewolf, Sacha was incredibly pleased. She was no longer the prettiest, most attractive looking girl in her village. She had an incredibly masculine body that oozed power. No longer did she have the thin waist and narrow shoulders, which the local boys had loved, and girls had despised. She was now a towering behemoth, who without the slightest hesitation would kill the first boy to say something witty to her. However, she still retained some feminine traits. Her face was as beautiful as ever, still framed with its curtain of black hair. Her hips were much wider than before and her waist, though very muscular, was still thin. Her breasts too still remained, only now they had more than doubled in size, roughly four times as big, and with large nipples.
Sacha went over to the corpse of the werewolf, and taking hold of its tail, she ripped the skin off its mutilated body. As her clothes had been destroyed, both in the fight and her transformation, she couldn’t very well wander back into the village wearing nothing. She hung the skin around her massive body like a sheet, and began her walk back to the village.
