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A little intermission chapter.
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XVIII
The month of June mirrored the previous ones, only with an acceleration: more monumental growth, more terrifying strength. Daisy continued to pile on dense, striated muscle at an alarming, hypertrophic rate. Another necessary shopping trip with Yumi ensued, where Daisy was forced to buy only the most stretchable and deliberately loose garments. Recognizing the demands of her exploding fame, she also initiated contact with fashion creators for custom-engineered outfits; her new celebrity status required appropriate attire that could accommodate her bulging physique.
Following her utterly dominating victory at the powerlifting competition and the record-shattering lifts, Daisy’s social media presence and overall celebrity profile exploded into the stratosphere. Requests for global interviews poured in, endorsement deals rained down on her contact email, and major associations asked for sponsorships. Her InstaSnap account ballooned to forty million followers, and she quickly established thriving accounts on other networks, including Birdie and TikTac.
On top of this, Barbell & Co delivered her spectacular new basement gym equipment: a heavy-duty leg-press, a dedicated calf raise rack, a leg extension bench, a professional barbell curl station, and literally tons of free weights and specialized plates. Three technicians were required to assemble the arsenal. Daisy even received a handwritten note from Barbell & Co’s CEO, Rachell Westmuller, herself. The note effusively thanked Daisy for the massive boost in sales since the beginning of the year and proposed an official sponsor deal, with Westmuller even providing her personal number to discuss the terms.
Early June was a whirlwind of logistics to manage, decisions to make, and contracts to review. Daisy was quickly starting to feel overwhelmed. She desperately needed a community manager and a dedicated agent to help her navigate the sudden chaos of global stardom.
Daisy first approached Yumi to be her Community Manager; Yumi was already the savvy technical expert for her live sessions. At first, Yumi refused, retorting that she felt too old and uncomfortable getting paid for what she considered a favor to a friend. Daisy gently pressed her, explaining – very much in the same sincere, forceful way Yumi had pressed Daisy in front of the mirror months ago – that she was the perfect fit for the job. Yumi finally agreed, but with a firm condition: “But remember, Daisy,” Yumi had stated, “Whenever I’ll feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed by what’s happening in your community or with you, I’ll resign. I won’t let this get in the way of our friendship.”
Daisy now needed an agent. She didn’t want a stranger from a large agency; she needed someone who knew her intimately and could instinctively understand which deals, events, and endorsements she would genuinely agree to—someone who was on the same page as her. Only one name rang in her head, but he already had a good-paying job that he genuinely loved. Still, there was nothing wrong in asking.
One Saturday afternoon in the middle of June, Daisy was engaged in a brutal workout. It was leg day, and she was breaking in her brand new leg press. Asaf was there, actually sitting on the machine as added live weight, giggling and openly drooling at Daisy’s thunder thighs. After ten agonizingly hard repetitions at a massive one ton of weight, she slammed the security pin in place and stood up. Asaf dropped down from the press to hand her a towel, openly admiring her huge, bulging muscles as she dried off. Daisy looked at him while gulping down a stream of water, still trying to find the courage to talk to him.
“Impressive, Daisy. Truly monstrous,” he said.
Asaf couldn’t resist giving her steel-corded quads a feel. Her thighs were now so much thicker and harder than his own chest, an unyielding monument of muscle. Daisy shivered, arousal instantly building up, finding herself perpetually on the verge of horniness around him.
“Thanks…” she gulped down the last of her water.
“Say, Asaf.” Her tone was low and serious.
“What is it, love?” he asked, instantly concerned.
“I-I would need an agent slash manager, someone able to talk on my behalf, negotiate deals, and the likes,” she began.
“Okay, you definitely need professional help with that. Have you looked around yet?” Asaf confirmed.
“Yeah, I did, but I don’t trust them. I would prefer someone who knows me… Thoroughly.”
“Heh, that would be me. But with work, I’m not sure I’d be able to keep up.”
“I know…” Daisy sighed, looking down.
“Wait, were you thinking of hiring me?”
Daisy blushed crimson and nodded.
“I’d have to leave my job…”
“I know… I’m not asking you to. Well, I am, but you can totally say no, I completely understand. You love your work, you have friends there, and…”
“Ok, I’ll do it.”
“What?!”
Asaf stepped closer and looked at Daisy adoringly, caressing her humongous pectorals, his hands trailing up to fondle her thick, mountainous traps that now brushed the nape of her ears. He tiptoed and kissed her passionately.
“What do you think is more important to me? A job I love? Or my loving wife growing big, huge muscles for me?”
He laced his slender arms over her bull neck and jumped into her arms, wrapping his twig legs around her hard, striated core. Daisy held his entire body effortlessly, barely registering the weight.
“Umm, your loving wife?”
He nodded and kissed her again, his manhood instantly growing rigid against her rock-hard abs.
“You know,” she added, groping his tight ass, “you feel totally weightless in my arms now…”
“Is that so?”
Asaf bounced playfully in her arms, which barely flexed, and he giggled.
“Gosh, you’re becoming so strong, so incredibly hard,” he said, feeling her unyielding biceps.
“Mhm, you’re not bad yourself,” she teased, rubbing his hardness deliberately on her abs. “But I’m not done with my workout!”
And with that, Daisy gently put Asaf down. He blinked, watched her prepare a set of standing calf-raises, his mind already churning with his new professional duties.
It felt strange for Asaf to leave his engineering job, a place he had spent four years and considered a second home. But at the same time, the prospect of spending all his time with his wife, nurturing her career, was infinitely more thrilling. It was a whole new world to discover - he was an engineer in computing, not a ‘salesman.’
The saving grace was that Daisy didn't need to be promoted; her incredible body was doing most of the work. His primary mission became to protect her interests – and their interests – and ensure that all deals and patronages matched their evolving ethics. Asaf soon realized his new job fit perfectly with who he was in his heart – if not by his body – a dedicated protector and purveyor of her incredible, muscle-bound perfection.
The day before they flew to Miami for the MIA Open Bodybuilding – Daisy’s first professional competition – Daisy posted her most recent progress to her sixty million followers on InstaSnap, with Yumi expertly handling the cross-promotion on her other accounts. The former housewife had quickly taken to her role, not only seriously but with impressive understanding. She quickly grasped how each social network worked with different media, audience, and impact. A candid shot of Daisy laughing while flexing a biceps at a café? That was perfect for Birdie and InstaSnap. Footage of her working on a specific muscle group or training martial arts? That made a high-impact short for TikTac. Yumi had an innate eye for catching compelling, interesting moments to share with the hungry community, cementing Daisy's image as the relatable yet otherworldly muscle phenomenon.
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