Anastasiya Shchegolyaeva

Russia Cup 2024 Podolsk - Bodyfitness

Irina Kuznetsova

Russia Cup 2024 Podolsk - Bodyfitness

Ekaterina Pchelintseva

Russia Cup 2024 Podolsk - Bodyfitness

“Aline, please, put that down. Let me do the lifting!”
The huge woman smiled at Arjen as he took the folding table from her hands and carried into the living room.
“Dear, it’s not that heavy … I think I can manage.”
“Yes, yes, you say that, but in your condition, it’s just better if I do it. Once the kids are there, you can go back to doing all the lifting, but now …” He sighed and groaned as he tried to hold the table up and unfold its legs at the same time. Aline walked up to him and held the table up with one hand. “… I just want you to be safe. No bad surprises, okay?”
He realized she was holding the table and exhaled, then smiled at her full of love:
“I can’t stop you, can I?”
“No, my love, you can’t. But I promise I will be careful. I’m always careful …”
He looked at his wife and couldn’t quite believe her. After all, using highly experimental drugs on herself was not the classic way of spelling “careful”. Then again, the results spoke for themselves. Aline was as huge as ever, with a bit mor fluff lately, though she still went to the gym every day after talking to her gynecologist. The woman had told her to skip a few exercises and informed her that she couldn’t expect to do any ab work anymore on account of them having already split, but otherwise, Aline was fine.
The first three months of the pregnancy had been a bit difficult since her body took some time on how to deal with the extra hormones, but now she was solidly past that and it was mostly enjoyable. Having a first pregnancy with twins was a bit of a challenge, but as she joked, Arjen never did anything half-way.
Now she had this massively wide, powerful frame, packed to the brim with muscles, a pair of absolutely gargantuan breasts, and a huge belly that was only getting bigger and bigger. She wondered just how big those kids were going to be. The gynecologist had suggested that they were very healthy, though a bit ahead on their time. Aline just wanted them to be safe.
She stretched. The extra weight didn’t bother her, but she was getting a bit rigid in her spine, which was only natural. This was okay, but … she preferred when she had been able to comfortably pretzel herself up. Well, in a few months, this whole thing would be over and she could go back to lifting heavy.
Tonight, it was time to celebrate. Another year down, and the last year had been wonderful, so it definitely deserved a party.
Arjen finished setting up the table and said:
“Thank you. But you have to promise that I am allowed to carry up the drinks. Please.”
She blushed. He frowned:
“What?”
“Weeeeell …”
“You already carried them up?”
“They were there, and I was bored …”
“Oh come on!” He threw up his arms in mock-despair. “How can I be helpful if you keep doing everything by yourself?”
“Well, you cook? And it’s amazing?”
“Yes, but you should … mf.”
She interrupted him with a hug. The short man was caught between her mighty breasts and strong arms, her huge belly brushing against his chest, and she kissed him. As he emerged, glowing red, he said:
“I really try to be disappointed in you, you know?”
“I know.”

The doorbell rang. Aline was surprisingly excited and nervous. She didn’t expect to feel any kind of tension about a simple New Year’s party, but here she was. Maybe it was just the hormones?
Arjen was just finishing to set up the plates of food and shouted:
“Could you get it?”
“I’m on it!”
She got up and arranged her dress. It was in the same style as the one she had worn last year, but it was obviously a new one. After all, even the most optimistic wrapping style couldn’t hope to cover her enormous body. It was very red, though.
She opened the door and smiled:
“Zara! You’re the first!”
The dominatrix was smiling too and immediately kissed her. Their bosoms touched. Zara was huge. She had recently had her tits pumped up even further, making them look absolutely spherical and taut, while also getting one of Aline’s treatments to boost up her height a little more. Without her shoes, she was close to 6’7” now, and she had little qualms about wearing insane heels.
Now, however, she was wearing flats, and for the occasion, she had picked a cute dress that contrasted with her job’s usual requirements. The treatment had also improved her vascularity to a level that was frankly astonishing, so she looked as if she were contest-ready at any point.
“I hope I’m not too early …”
“No, not at all. Come in, come in!”
“Thank you. I brought some sweets.” She handed Aline a box. “I also brought some drinks, but they’re not cool yet.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll just put them in the freezer for a bit. We just have to think of taking them back out.”
“Wait, I’m going to set an alarm …” She took out her ridiculously expensive new phone and did just that. “I’m still getting used to this new thing. It’s really nice, but … it’s all different.”
“Wow. That does look fancy.”
“One of my slaves gave it to me. He’s a good boy.”
“Okay …”
“Hey, every job should have its perks.”
Aline flexed her huge muscular arm. The biceps swelled up to almost head-size.
“Tell me about it.”
“Wow … Aline, you’re getting bigger every day.”
The blond woman caressed her belly.
“Yes. It’s great … but now I keep bumping into things.”
Zara nodded, impressed by her friend’s huge midsection. Aline smiled:
“Want to touch?”
Zara hesitated.
“May I?”
“Go ahead.”
The tall woman caressed the plump belly, then shivered.
“They moved.”
“Yeah. It’s getting evening, so it’s time for their exercise …”
“Isn’t that impractical for sleeping?”
“Tell me about it …” Aline rolled her eyes. Then she asked: “So, what’s with you and Rachel? Everything okay?”
“Absolutely. She’s just parking the car, and then, she should be here.”
“Then we wait for her.”
Aline looked at Zara until the dominatrix asked:
“Okay … What’s on your mind?”
“I admit I expected you to show up dressed in some fetish outfit … “
“Who says I’m not?”
Aline made a vague gesture at the plain, cute dress. Zara grinned and pulled a bit on her neckline, revealing a black latex catsuit under it. Aline nodded.
“I knew it!”
“Hey, I just like the way it holds me …”
“I’m not kink-shaming. Not ever. Not with a body like mine.”

Rachel climbed up the stairs a moment later. She was all smiles, though she looked a bit exhausted. Zara had met her at the single bodybuilding competition she had ever tried (and reached a very nice second place). Since Rachel wasn’t a competitor, it was very, very obvious that she was into musclepeople, and when these musclepeople had narrowed themselves down to musclewomen, Zara had decided that she enjoyed having this woman around.
One led to the other, and they had started dating.
Zara had taken her sweet time to confess what she actually did for a living, but Rachel had just shrugged. That was not her cup of tea, but cuddling with a muscular uber-amazon with massive fake tits was right up her alley.
The tall muscle-queen found herself appreciating the attention and love, and before they knew it, they were something of a couple.
Rachel was a bit of a polar opposite to her lover. She was of average size, not particularly in shape, and very natural in her style. She had big red curly hair that was absolutely unmanageable and had a nice butt which Zara loved to squeeze and fondle. She almost managed not to blush when she did.
Also, Rachel liked her girl to go all plastic and fetishy, so that was even better!
Aline hugged her in greeting causing the woman to go a deep red, then she was quickly pushed inside and handed a drink.
Soon after, more people arrived and the place was getting pretty lively. Of course, there was quite a lot of excitement regarding Zara’s transformation. She had to answer the age-old comment of “Hey, you’re really tall, you know?” time and again, but that was the price to pay.

Everybody was having a good time. Sure, the two musclewomen really stood out, but then again, they were all friends and knew each other for a long time, so after a moment of confusion, most guests returned to normal conversation.
Time went on, and Aline was busy taking care of the guests despite Arjen’s best attempts to stop her. Zara had disappeared on the balcony with Rachel for a bit, and only the cool of the winter air prevented people from popping in on them. The couple returned after a bit, somewhat chilled.
Eventually, Aline asked:
“Zara, did Melina tell you when she was going to show up?”
“She said something about having to go to a party before, but she also said that she would be here before eleven.”
“Ooh … Okay. So with luck, she’s going to show up at midnight.”
“I guess?”
A drunk partygoer stumbled into Zara and said:
“Okay, that was nice and cute, but I want a second go.”
Aline raised an eyebrow. Zara shrugged:
“I may have arm-wrestled this guy before …”
The drunk dude said:
“Yeah. And she won. But I think I want another try. Yeah.”
Zara loomed above him and asked:
“Are you sure about that?”
She shifted her voice to her harsh command voice she used at her job. Suddenly, the guy went pale and shook his head, which made him feel sick a bit.
“No, no, it’s fine …”
He was on his way. Rachel looked up at her girl and grinned:
“I love it when you do that …”
“I know.”
She used the voice again. The redhead shivered. “Ooooh …”
Aline rolled her eyes and said:
“I’ll go and help Arjen with the food.”
Zara grinned:
“I’m coming.”

Everybody was getting vaguely excited now. Midnight was approaching, Arjen was busy filling up the glasses of sparkling wine and the non-alcoholic options, somebody had turned on the big screen and those countries that were already in the next year were showing off their fireworks.
The doorbell rang. Aline got up clumsily, weighed down by her belly and her useless abs. Zara caught her arm and pulled her up. She was already quite sweaty and although a few windows had opened, the place was getting rather warm. Her catsuit wasn’t helping.
They opened the door and looked at Melina and a whole gaggle of goth cheerleaders. They were all cute, sexy and stylish.
Aline managed a “whoa.”, while Zara just stared.
With her cavernous voice, Melina said:
“They followed me here. Can they come too?”
Aline nodded:
“We should have enough drinks …”
Zara shrugged. The girls stared at the two uber-women and were clearly impressed. Melina grinned and said:
“Thank you! Girls, let’s party!”
To loud cheers, they stormed in and started drinking. Aline smiled at her friend. Melina had grown even more gigantic lately. She was wearing skinny black leather pants and a matching biker jacket and nothing else except for a pair of big boots and some fingerless gloves. Her hair was cut into a tall mohawk, pink and blue, which made her look even larger, and she had added twin rows of spike piercings on either side.
She also wore full goth makeup, which made her ultra-masculine somewhat ambiguous again. Her black lips and pale cheeks were a strange contrast to her massive jaw and split chin. Her pink sideburns and the thick pelt that covered her chest and back were equally confusing.
She grinned:
“I guess I’m a little late, but you know how it is …”
Zara cocked an eyebrow questioningly.
“Goths always take a lot of time to get ready, and since the girls keep getting into little fights about everything and I have to make them make up afterwards … Well, it took longer than planned.”
Aline rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. Come on in. Nice to have you here.”
“Nice to be invited, mom.”
They embraced carefully.

Soon, everybody had a glass, and the countdown was starting.
“Ten!”
Arjen leaned against his wife’s huge side.
“Nine!”
Melina’s voice thundered over the crowd.
“Eight!”
Zara took Rachel’s hand.
“Seven!”
One of the goth chicks nibbled at Melina’s pierced ear from a chair.
“Six!”
Aline turned to kiss her husband.
“Five!”
Rachel moved her leg against Zara’s thick, latex-covered calf.
“Four!”
Melina raised her glass, spilling pink cocktail on her hairy hand.
“Three!”
Zara pulled Rachel closer and looked her deep in the eyes.
“Two!”
Aline groaned as one of the kids gave her a good kick in the stomach.
“One!”
The drunk arm-wrestling guy woke up.
“Happy New Year!”
Everybody cheered, people drank, even more rockets went up outside, Zara kissed her lover, Arjen nervously caressed Aline’s belly, and Melina lifted one of her girls up and kissed her.

Later, as the party calmed down a bit and some guys launched into clumsy rendition of Auld Lang Syne. Aline, Zara and Melina ended up in the kitchen together. The room felt a little cramped like that, but it seemed like the right thing to do at this point.
Melina grinned:
“So …”
Aline, who was starting to feel more than tired, replied:
“Yeah …”
Zara got herself another drink. She was getting really hot now, in a good way.
“I guess that worked.”
The goth muscle-hulk nodded:
“Yeah. Can’t say we didn’t keep up on our New Year’s resolutions.” She looked at her two friends, and although everything felt logical and normal now, she realized just how absurdly the three of them had changed.
Zara breathed out sharply.
“Totally. I love it, but we’ve really turned ourselves into freaks.”
Aline smiled:
“Feels great, though. It was complicated, but I can’t say it didn’t pay off.”
Then she asked:
“So, any resolutions for next year?”
Zara hesitated:
“I don’t think I need much in the way of resolutions right now … I still have to figure out where things are going with Rachel. I mean, I love her, she’s awesome, but I’ve never been this far …”
Melina laughed:
“You’re doing fine, girl!” Then she scratched her hairy chest and added: “Though you’re right. I don’t need any big plans for now. Life’s way too great!”
Aline breathed out as her belly shifted again.
“Count me out on future plans. I have my next years all lined up.”
They leaned back, making the chairs creak. Then Melina said:
“Maybe go for more robust furniture, Aline.”
The hugely-titted woman laughed and raised her glass of mineral water:
“To robust furniture!”
Zara joined in:
“Robust furniture!”
Melina clinked their glasses and said:
“To us! I love you, girls!”
They smiled and drank. What a year.


And it's done!

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