The party progressed, becoming louder and more intense as more and more people showed up. Zara was shifting between hovering close to Aline and making sure she was having a good time, and looking after Melina. If she somehow managed to get the two of them to drift closer to each other, maybe she could get them talking, and then …
She just returned to Melina and found that she had taken off her suit jacket and was currently busy arm-wrestling with Yaran, one of her cousins known for his heavyset physique and power. She was struggling, but she was not losing. The boys around them were cheering for the both of them, impressed by the pink-haired stranger’s skills. Yaran was grunting and trying to adjust his stance to improve his position, but Melina reacted instantly and pushed hard, causing him to retreat a few degrees. The big man growled:
“Fuck, you’re strong … I like that!”
Between gritted teeth, Melina replied:
“I like that too, big man …”
The spectators hooted and shouted as both competitors increased the pressure. Both were looking rather strained, their muscles bulging. Melina’s shirt’s sleeve was getting a bit strained. She chuckled:
“I should have taken off my tie … It’s getting a bit tight …”
Indeed, her neck was starting to look pretty thick now. She grunted as she tried to force Yaran into submission. Zara watched the show for a bit. She was happy Melina was having fun …
Suddenly, she felt someone next to her. A soft perfume … She looked to the side and saw a young woman she couldn’t quite place. She was probably a further acquaintance of the family, and Zara was pretty sure she had seen her before at some party or occasion. While Zara had grown taller and taller, Irem had turned out to stop growing at just under five feet and had blossomed into a tiny, cute young woman. She was wearing a fetching dress and a matching scarf and was quite sparkly and charming in her way.
The young woman asked:
“What’s going on?”
Zara, seeing that no one else was answering, said:
“It’s my friend Mel. She’s showing Yaran how strong she is.”
The short woman watched the show intensely.
“Wow … She? You mean …”
“Yeah. With Mel, it’s a bit difficult to tell, but she’s a woman.”
“Whoa. She’s got big muscles. I … Wow.”
“You like big muscles?”
The petite woman looked up at Zara.
“That’s a pretty personal question.”
“It is. But I’ve got another one. What’s your name?”
Zara was suddenly feeling very hot. She had just casually been all glib and cool, and …
“I’m Irem.”
… it had worked! She was freaking out inside. This woman … She was so … nice to look at. How could a woman be nice to look at? Not … not nice-nice, but nice … Zara’s heart was pounding fast. She knew she was blushing. Wasn’t she supposed to try to fix Melina’s and Aline’s relationship? She couldn’t just stand there and flirt …
Flirt?
No!
She wasn’t flirting! She couldn’t flirt with … girls. Only boys …
“And what’s your name?”
She swallowed.
“Uh … I’m Zara.”
The words came out all pressed. Irem probably saw just how embarrassed Zara was. The tall woman was sure she was just ruining everything. She was making this horrible!
“I like that name … It’s cool. Also, you’re quite buff, right?”
“Me?” Her voice shifted as she got even more nervous. Her dress had some wide sleeves that hid the size of her arms and toned down the width of her shoulders. The overall effect was hourglassy, but not athletic.
“Yes. You’re strong too, aren’t you?”
“No!” That came out a bit shrill. “I’m not! Mel … Mel is strong …”
Irem’s hand wandered to Zara’s upper arm and felt her muscle through the loose fabric.
“Nah. You’re buff. Amazingly buff.”
Zara felt the little woman’s touch and had the sensation that her heart was going to explode. Her voice sounding a bit squeaky, she asked:
“You don’t mind?”
“I’m going to answer your question from before: Yes.”
“Wow. Wow. But … but … okay.”
Irem smiled. Zara didn’t know what to say, then, after a bit of hesitation, she whispered:
“We should have some tea together.”
“We should.”
In the background, Melina and Yaran separated their very squished hands, deciding on a draw. Zara could tell that Melina was a bit disappointed. She would definitely push herself harder from now on.
The party eventually ended in the early morning hours, and Aline and Melina had done their best to evade each other. Zara should have been pretty frustrated about this, but instead, she had ended up talking to Irem in a calmer spot of the place, and she was rather excited about this woman. She was amazing! Funny, confident, cute …
She just hoped tea would be nice!
The next morning, Aline awoke in an unfamiliar apartment. She groaned and sat up slowly, rubbing her temples. Theoretically, the party would have been booze-free, but apparently, some of Arjen’s friends had managed to smuggle some in and had also decided to break out some weed, which they had dutifully smoked.
All this had led to her ending up in bed with Arjen, and apparently, this was his place. She looked at the short man. He was quite fit and slim, and she remembered being terribly embarrassed by him finding out that she had this massive clit …
To her surprise, her clit hadn’t been a problem.
The little man had looked at it, not in disgust, but with interest. Then he had chuckled:
“Okay, I’m used to women outsizing me, but not at that level!”
She had blushed and asked:
“Is it okay with you?”
“I’m drunk, you’re sexy, you’re a cool person … Who cares? Also, yeah. It’s okay!”
A moment later, she had him on top, admiring her broad chest and playing with her breasts. Her clit had rubbed against his chest and stomach. At some point, they had switched positions, and she was above him, riding him carefully. By that time, her clit was thick and erect and he had touched it, rubbing it gently. Aline loved it. Somehow, this was different than with Doctor Ericson. First of all, the doctor was a huge muscleman now, and he was starting to act a bit like a jerk. Second, accommodating his equally enormous cock was difficult. And third, Arjen was much more gentle and passionate.
Aline didn’t know how to deal with this development … Was she falling in love with this man?
She looked at him and he stirred, moaning softly. She decided to wake him gently, lying down next to him again, careful not to bounce him off the mattress. Then she caressed his chest and kissed his cheek.
Arjen smiled in his half-dream, then opened his eyes. Fuck, he had those amazing eyelashes! Aline was all amazed and kinda jealous.
“So it wasn’t a dream?”
“No. It was real and I loved it.”
“Wow. Me too, Aline …”
They kissed. Okay, so they were in love …
Melina admired herself in the mirror. Since the party, she had increased the intensity of her training even further, and she loved the results. She was juiced up to her ears now, and was starting to look rather terrifying now, but in a good way.
Her face looked pretty masculine without looking brutish yet, but people tended more towards androgynous young man than to masculine young woman when they looked at her.
Okay, no. Most people tended to crazy freak, and that was exactly what she liked.
Her muscles were bulging with power now, thick, hard and veiny. She traced the deep clefts on her pecs and grinned. The roids had given her a lot of hair on them, which she had also dyed pink to match her haircut, forearms and crotch. She had trimmed it to reveal her tattoos and make sure they could be seen. The effect was crazy.
She flexed her arms, watching her incredible biceps swell up. Overall, she still had a rather lithe frame, which she had packed with more and more muscle, so the whole impression was stunning: Slim, elegant hands, a thin waist and tight joints meant that her physique looked all the more extreme.
She leaned back next, tensing the sharp lines of her abs. She had slowly built an eight-pack, and she absolutely loved it. That was seriously amazing! She wondered whether she would eventually manage to get it to ten … It was a genetic thing, but maybe she was lucky!
Her phone beeped. She chuckled, her even deeper voice rumbling a bit. She was getting close to her goal there too. Reaching for the device, she turned off the alarm. It was time to pick up Zara. Absentmindedly, she stroked her thick clit. It had grown too, becoming rather thumb-like lately. Nice.
She just had to get dressed now, and quickly!
Melina slipped on her black boy-shorts decorated with a pattern of skulls, the pink pubes poking over the underpants’ top.
The Filipina gave the ring through her clit another little pull, then reached into her pussy, trying to hold her fingers with its muscles. She wondered whether she would be able to build her muscles down there to be strong enough to seriously squeeze or even crush whatever she inserted in there. The idea of having a kind of vagina dentata amused her …
Next, she pulled on her new leather pants and stepped into her black cowboy boots. She pulled on her shirt, leaving it open far enough to give any passers-by a good look of her muscular tattooed chest. Finally, she added a short black uniform jacket that further emphasized the width and mass of her shoulders and pink heart-shaped locket. One last check and adjustment of her hair, and she was off.
Zara was getting ready for her last client of the day. She was starting to feel really hungry, but the doctor had said she could only have the surgery on an empty stomach. After a lot of hesitation and talking to Ellen over and over again, she had finally decided to go for it. Also, her clients were all for it, eagerly giving her extra money so their mistress could have the body she wanted. The doctor had carefully examined her and decided that with her height and the amount of skin available, she could go big on the first surgery. So, it everything went according to plan, Zara would end up with 1,200 ccs of silicone in each of her breasts. That was amazingly large! She had been carefully using skin creams for the last months to improve its elasticity and make sure her body would be able to cope with the mass. And today, it was time. She was so excited!
Melina would pick her up after this, and she would come along. The situation with Aline still wasn’t resolved, but there was only so much she could do. Well, maybe she would be able to talk to them during her recovery. She could probably try and be all helpless and force them to assist …
She grinned. Helpless? They probably wouldn’t believe her. Not like that.
The tall woman stretched. The black rubber suit creaked as she moved. It was a wonderful new piece she had received from a happy customer, decorated with gold paisley patterns. It clung to her muscular body like a second skin, showing off her physique and making her look even more imposing. She adjusted her mask and her headscarf, then made sure her boots were all tight. Today, she was wearing lace-up boots that went over her knee, complete with four-inch stilettos. Those had been difficult to get used to, but now, she quite enjoyed how they made her stand and walk. Wearing flats was more comfortable, but occasionally, she wondered what it would feel like to wear heels like that in her everyday life …
She did one final checkup. One of her customers had offered to be her slave for her daily life. He would even pay her … The idea was completely insane. She couldn’t believe it when he told her. Also, where could she put a slave? She couldn’t just put him into her room at her parent’s place, right? Imagine the scene:
“Oh, Mom, Dad, this is my slave. Don’t bother, he’ll sleep under my bed.”
The idea was ridiculous. However, if she had her own place …
Zara definitely had to move out. Then, having a “help” of sorts would be nice … Of course, there was no way in hell her parents would ever allow her to move out without being married! She didn’t even know how she would explain her bigger boobs, so her actual job was just as impossible to talk about. It was tough.
She was torn from these thoughts when the doorbell rang. She had to get into character!
The man outside was a regular customer, a nice, fit man in his fifties, clean and courteous. Also, he absolutely loved getting beaten and wrestled by Zara. That was the absolute best for him.
The moment he saw her, he fell to his knees and declared:
“Mistress, you are gorgeous!”
She answered with a hard slap to his face.
“Did I give you the permission to speak, you little shit!”
It still felt so weird to say words like these. It also felt insane to just slap people. Zara still like it. No. She loved it!
“I’m sorry, Mistress!”
She didn’t even say something. She just punched him in the gut. The guy keeled over and she kicked him in the side for good measure. He groaned and she said, with a mock-cute voice:
“Come on in, slave. And don’t you dare get up.”
He groaned happily, his cock tenting his pants, then crawled inside. She rammed her pointy heel down next to him:
“Did I allow you to be on all fours?”
“I’m sorry, Mistress!”
She raised an eyebrow above her mask. Instantly, her victim realized his mistake and groveled, hoping she wouldn’t punish him. Of course, she did. She set the heel against his buttock and gave it a good, long, painful poke. The man went flat to the floor and squealed in lust and pain.
“Do you feel that? Do you understand why you are a piece of shit? Do you? I’m taller, I’m stronger, and I am in charge. And you are a sad excuse for a slave that can’t even obey the simplest commands.”
She put more weight on her leg and snapped her fingers:
“You may crawl now. But don’t you dare take that belly off the floor.”
He nodded and started his journey. Zara mocked him relentlessly, hitting him with a crop and punishing whenever he dared lift himself off the boards the slightest. She wondered how the poor guy would react to her new whip! She had practiced a bit, and she was able to let it snap quite spectacularly. Poor guy! But he got what he deserved …
At the lab, Aline was surprisingly busy. Doctor Ericson was at a conference to talk about his findings, although he was presenting another project, not the muscle growth one. That one was definitely not ready to be released on the world. They had spent the last week trying to figure out how to dress down his hulking figure. It was a bit difficult, but they had ultimately settled on the worst-fitting suit she could find, which hung sack-like over his muscles, hiding his giant muscles. It had taken a bit of practice for him to move like a blobby slob. For Aline, these things had become second nature, after all, she didn’t want any trouble, but for a man, being big and muscular was acceptable.
Now she was on her own, and over the last months or so, she had been working hard on acquiring the skills and knowledge necessary for her own experiences. Doctor Ericson was a great teacher, and figuring out how these things worked was quite fascinating. Aline just finished the next set of trials, logging the various samples in her computer. She smiled.
“If this works …”
The thought was making her clit shiver. She had reduced her dosage lately. She was getting so massive and big, it was a bit difficult to move easily. This new drug would hopefully remedy the problem, though.
She finished and reached into her sweatpants, setting her strong fingers on her thick clit. That thing was massive and she couldn’t even reach around it anymore with her hand. Touching it like that sent a shiver through her body. It started to swell and rise instantly. She gasped. Okay, she had to get out of the work room for now.
Getting up, her massive body bringing a lot of momentum with it, she moaned as the fabric of the pants rubbed her clit. Fuck … She probably should use some kind of numbing cream on that thing now. It was just sooo sensitive.
She walked over to the other room which had a nice, big sofa in it. Stewart and her had spent a lot of time fucking on it. Happily, it was washable. She dropped on it, her giant muscles making the thing groan. She thought of her date with Arjen. God, he had been so cute! Nice, funny, everything. He clearly liked muscles on a woman, and had spent a lot of time admiring them, caressing them, exploring them …
Aline had dropped her pants and stroked her clit now, until it was massively erect. She pulled it closer and leaned forward to get it between her boobs. Then she started flexing her pecs, rubbing the rod with both her hands and her muscles.
She sighed. That felt great …
Then, out of nowhere, she had a stupid idea. She opened her mouth and gave the clit’s head a lick. The thing was poking out between her breasts, sooo …
“Oooh …”
That was incredible! She tried another lick. And another. And … She set her lips against it, then she opened further and ran her lips around it. At last, she took the tip in her mouth and played with it with her tongue.
This was mind-blowing!
A moment later, she was bobbing up and down on her freakish member, licking and sucking it, making it harder with every movement.
“Mmmh … Oooh …”
She gasped for air, releasing her appendage for a moment. Oof. That was incredible. She just hoped the thing with Arjen would work out … She prayed that it wasn’t just a one-time thing and that it would maybe become something a little more serious. Of course, she had no idea how to tackle this. What would his family say? They probably were like Zara’s people, and that meant that there would be questions. Awkward questions.
In that moment, she thought of Melina. Yeah. Melina was freaky enough to be able to accept this. She was the only person to deal with this, no strings attached, no questions asked.
Maybe … No. It was pointless. The other woman was way too stubborn!
Aline reached down with one hand, playing with her pussy as she resumed sucking her clit. At least, this felt nice …
Melina knocked on the door. She was still impressed that the thing they had tried together had turned out to be such a big turn-on for Zara. She would never have expected the tall shy girl to turn into a dominatrix amazon in a matter of months.
A moment later, Zara opened the door. She was wearing simple, comfy clothes and had tied her massive wavy hair into a large bun. She smiled, looking all cute. It was an odd thing with the various instruments of her trade in the background.
“Hi! I just finished, and I can’t wait.”
“Cool! Were they all nice?”
“Mostly. I may have had to make sure they all behaved themselves, but you know how it is. Customer service can be a drag.”
Melina grinned:
“I guess you found a way to deal with your frustrations. Shall we?”
Zara nodded and took her bag along, closing the door carefully. As soon as they were in the cab, she whispered:
“I’m so nervous. This is my first surgery.”
“And it’s a big one.”
“Yeah.” The tall woman chuckled. “Yeah. I just hope everything will be fine.”
“Me too.”
Zara hesitated.
“Should I have told Aline?”
Melina groaned.
“I don’t care. She’s so annoying, she’d probably try and talk you out of it.”
“You think so?”
“Can we talk of something else? For example, let’s talk about those awesome tits you’re going to have!”
Zara blushed. It still wasn’t all that real.
She awoke much later, her mind feeling numb. She groaned, then looked around. Where was she? Oh. Yeah. The clinic. Oof.
A moment later, she panicked. What did she do to herself? What possessed her to do something like that?
She looked down. There … Her chest was huge and bandaged. It was heavy. She breathed carefully. This was a nightmare. She had … she had made a terrible mistake!
She looked for an alarm. Maybe something could still be done …
“Hi! You’re awake, sleepyhead!”
She was startled by Melina’s deep voice. She still had to get accustomed to this, in a way. Zara stared at her:
“Why didn’t you stop me?”
“Should I have done that? You wanted it.”
“But … No! I mean, yes, but … I never … I kinda … I …”
“You’ll be fine. I’m sure you’ll love them. Even like this, they look amazing, and they’re going to match your whole body so well! Seriously, it’s not the look I’m going for, but seeing those melons makes me want some for myself!”
“Melons?” Zara’s voice was getting a little shrill.
“Okay. Cantaloupes, maybe? Still big and round and fake. Awesome.”
“Seriously?”
Melina took her hand.
“Seriously. Just relax. It’s going to be fine.”
“But my parents are going to kill me! Literally.”
The pink-haired butch woman shrugged.
“I doubt it. You’re way too strong already. Though, yeah, you probably should start looking for a new place. I mean, you’re making good money, right?”
“I … I don’t think this is an option …”
Melina rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Rest a bit now, I want to see those cans soon!”
Zara sighed nervously and did as she was told.
Aline hesitated. She had the chocolate and the flowers, so everything should be fine. Then again, was this really appropriate? It wasn’t as if Zara was sick, right? She sighed. No turning back now, anyway. She knocked on the door.
A moment later, she heard Zara’s voice:
“Come in!”
Aline opened the door a little and poked her head in:
“Hi! It’s me. Aline! How are you?”
Melina was also there. There was an awkward moment. Zara could feel the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. The short musclewoman went to pick up her jacket:
“Yeah, see you soon, Zara, and don’t you dare unwrap those knockers without me!”
Aline frowned at the open hostility. She stood in the doorframe, all big and muscular, and tried to get in, but the shorter amazon attempted to get out, and that caused a bit of a deadlock. Zara watched them try to move past each other for a moment, then she said:
“Okay, stop. The both of you. I can’t stand this anymore!”
Both women looked at her. Melina growled:
“Then tell her to get out of my way!”
Aline raised her arms, the chocolate and the flowers pointing nowhere.
“I don’t know why she is so annoying!”
Suddenly, Zara’s voice shifted. There was a massive sensation of authority in it. She unleashed her full dominatrix experience into it and said:
“Silence. You, sit there …” She pointed at one chair. “… and you there.” Another one. Then she added: “I’ve had enough of your bickering. We’re not teenagers anymore, even if one of us is going through one hell of a puberty!”
Melina’s expression shifted to utter scandal. She wanted to say something, but with one raise of a finger, Zara cut her off.
“No. I said silence, and I mean it.”
The Filipina went quiet. Zara harrumphed.
“You are friends and you’ve been friends for a long time. We’re all going through big changes, and I can understand this is stressful, but there’s really no reason for this kind of fighting. You both want to get big and strong …”
Aline tried to explain, but this time, Zara raised an eyebrow to stop her.
“You both have different ways of getting there, and I think both are pretty insane, but since you’re both enjoying this, you should stop stressing about each other and just enjoy the trip, okay?”
Melina sighed, then raised a hand:
“Okay, can I talk now?”
Zara smiled and was all regal:
“You may.”
The pink-haired woman nodded and smiled awkwardly at Aline:
“Hey, I’m sorry for getting so aggressive. It was the hormones, and the criticism, and maybe also a bit of jealousy.”
“Jealousy?” Aline was surprised. “How are you jealous of me?”
“Well, you’re super-smart and you’re so big and … yeah.”
Aline blushed:
“I’m totally not!” Then she looked at her reflection in the mirror and said: “Okay, maybe I am. At least I’m big. But you’re … I love how confident you are. That is amazing! You just don’t care what people think! I wish I could do that!”
Melina looked away awkwardly:
“Maybe that’s the problem too … I was so busy not caring what people think of me that I didn’t want to accept that you could be worried about me. Sorry.”
“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to stress you or criticize your choices.”
Zara smiled benignly.
“Okay. I’m so glad this is finally said out loud. I was getting stressed by your antics, you know?”
Both women apologized. Then Zara declared:
“Alright. Now, let’s get a good look at the worst decision in my life!”
“If that’s the worst decision in your life, I don’t want to see the best …”
Melina stared at Zara’s massive round tits and was basically salivating. They stood from her friend’s thick, hard pecs, looking huge, spherical and very fake, and she loved them. Aline was equally mesmerized. She could feel her clit stir in the sleeve she wore to prevent it from randomly getting erect.
Zara stared at her reflection.
“Damn. They’re so big …”
The surgeon smiled:
“The size will go down a bit with the swelling, but yes, they fit your frame very well.”
“Wow. Wow.” She carefully touched them, admiring their tautness. “I … I don’t know how I’ll ever explain those, but … I love them.”
The two other women nodded:
“Yeah.”
“Awesome.”
Melina wanted to touch them, but Aline gave her a stern look. The Filipina retreated a bit.
Zara caressed her new assets and sighed. This was not exactly making things easier …
That evening, Aline slipped out of her clothes and dropped on her bed. She felt relieved. Zara was well and her relationship with Melina was better. Those were both excellent news. She thought of Zara’s breasts. The look … wow. She liked that. A lot. Okay, maybe not the fake look, but … the size. Maybe … She hesitated.
The new drug would improve her flexibility. It was almost ready. She could still modify it a bit …
She imagined herself with massive boobs.
Yeah.
Okay, she should definitely try that. She got back up and said to herself:
“Back to the drawing board …”
Then she got dressed and headed back to the lab.
Zara had been back home for a while, insisting she had a flu or something, and just staying holed up in her room as she recovered. She had explained her absence for the surgery by having a visit at a friend. She had to insist several times that this friend was a woman and that no men would be present. Aline had been so nice as to provide a matching soundbite. Asking Melina was pointless now.
Anyway, she had to go back to the gym and to work now. To conceal her giant bust, she wrapped a big shawl over it and made sure everything was properly hidden.
Then she went to the shop. The doctor had insisted she should be careful lifting things, but she could probably just work on the computer for now. As she headed out, she could feel everybody’s eyes on her. They all knew, didn’t they?
No.
They couldn’t. And even if they did, it was none of their business. None at all.
She smiled. She would get her own place, and then, things would be way more relaxed!
After a bit of working, she stretched, careful not to reveal the size of her bust. Her brothers were busy in the warehouse. She looked out of the window. Suddenly, her eyes were drawn to three cars rolling down the small road. There were a lot of people in them. Young people. Were they armed?
Oh no.
She jumped up and ran down to the warehouse.
“Guys! Get down!”
Her brothers stared at her. She jumped at the closest one and pushed Yasin down on the ground, while the others ducked behind the crates they were moving.
The guns fired, spraying the warehouse with bullets. A moment later, somebody tossed a firebomb inside. The bottle broke and spread gasoline all around.
Zara shouted:
“Musa! Get the big blanket! Beat out the flames!”
Then she got off Yasin and said:
“Make sure they’re safe.”
Without hesitation, she headed to the gate and saw the young men get out of the cars, weapons ready. She wasn’t thinking right. She was just acting. She had a metal bar in her hand somehow, which she had picked up on the way out, holding it lazily by her side. Then, their boss got out too, Marcus at his side. The man was better, but there were still signs of the beatdown she had dealt him.
Her hair was all wild and the scarf had slipped a bit. She was looking big, savage and very angry. The gangsters were a bit stunned by her appearance, which probably saved her life.
Then, as the boss approached her, she realized she knew the guy. That was her client. The last guy from before her surgery!
She stared at him. He looked at her, and suddenly, he realized who she was. The mask was one thing, but there wasn’t much that could conceal her amazonian physique.
He hesitated. Zara didn’t know what to say either.
Then she recovered her wits. The boss was terribly uncomfortable.
“I apologize for beating the crap out of Marcus. He lacked respect. Leave us alone, and we’ll pay our dues to you. My strength will be at your service.”
The boss stared at her as the scarf slipped down completely. The men also couldn’t help admiring her magnificent bust. There was a moment of hesitation. Then she took the metal bar, which made the men ready their guns. She set it against the back of her neck and put her hands on both ends, and then, she pushed her arms forward.
The men stared as she slowly but inexorably bent the bar. She sweated, she grunted, but the metal gave way. Inch by inch, it turned into an “U”-shape. She growled and hissed, then, her muscles pumped and her face looking pained, she managed to bend it and then held it up. Behind her, her brothers managed to stop the fire.
The gangsters stared. With both hands, she continued bending the steel, twisting the bar into a kind of loop and tossed it away. Then the boss lifted his hand and said:
“Okay … I’ll … get back to it.”
The guns were put away and they slowly left. Zara groaned, a look at the boss making it clear he’d soon be at the studio again. Then she felt a sharp sting in her chest. This kind of effort was really bad for a fresh wound …
Meanwhile, Aline finished her preparations. The new drug was ready and she wanted to test it now. Melina had agreed to assist her, or at least to call for help should something go wrong. The pink-haired dudette was all for risk-taking, but Aline had insisted she’d be ready to call the emergency services should something unexpected happen.
She was also recording the whole procedure on video, just so she didn’t miss anything.
The big woman carefully swabbed her thigh, then got the needle in position.
“Okay, here goes nothing.”
Melina nodded:
“Science, bitch!”
“Come on …”
“Seriously.”
She shot herself up and sighed.
“I don’t really expect this to do much right now …”
“No problem.”
“Anyway, time to wait …”
Aline put the needle away and took a deep breath. She sat in silence with Melina for a while. Finally, the shorter musclewoman asked:
“How long until we can tell it’s safe?”
“I don’t know. It’s the first time I’m using it.”
“Yeah … Obviously. Just … do you have a rough idea?”
“Sorry.”
“Okay.”
Suddenly, Aline felt a weird tightness in her chest. She winced. Did she screw up? Melina asked:
“Are you okay?”
“It feels … weird …”
“Should I call an ambulance?”
“No … I … I think …”
She touched her chest. There was the familiar hardness of her muscles. Her pecs, her breasts … Wait.
She pulled off her shirt, which made Melina open her eyes wide. Aline’s bra was pretty huge, and it was well-filled with her pecs and moderate-sized boobs. The big woman looked at her bra. There were wet spots in it.
“Is this … milk?”