Author: [Devverus] Dan and Kelly Chapter 9

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Dan & Kelly Part 9

by Devverus

This chapter follows on 3 months after part 8.

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Suzanne padded across the plush carpet, her pedicured toes sinking into its thick, soft fibres. She placed her half-drunk protein shake onto the bedside table and stretched out her massive, aching limbs. Her skin smelling sweetly from her shower, her frame protested at her movements, stiff and pumped from her gruelling day's workout. With a deep, breathy moan, she clambered onto the bed and rolled onto her back.

Michelle's divine features lit up at the sight of Suzanne's hulking form, poised past her own reflection in the mirror on her dresser. The blond goddess lay sprawled naked across the duvet."Good workout?" she asked into the mirror, carefully applying a subtle, elegant sweep of eyeliner.

Suzanne moaned back a loud and unhappy noise, exhaustion aching through her body. Across the room, Michelle giggled sympathetically from her seat at the dresser. Breasts heaving atop her chest, Suzanne swept back her luxurious, blond hair from her thick pectorals as she swivelled her head up towards Michelle. "Long. Tiring. Missing Dan's cock to give my pussy that super intense push."

Michelle craned her head away from her mirror. "Aww, poor baby!" she quipped. Her thick, muscular cunt quivered hungrily beneath her elegant, black panties as she took in the sight of Suzanne's form, bathed as it was in the wintry afternoon light streaming in through the window. "You need me to help you with a workout? Plenty of toys in the wardrobe over there!" She added eagerly with a nod of her head.

Suzanne's pert HH cup breasts jigged softly as she laughed. "I was using toys for the whole workout and I'm exhausted as it is. I want to save some energy for the party. Gonna struggle enough as it is to stay awake after six hours in the gym."

Michelle turned back to the mirror and continued to apply her make up, deftly applying mascara across her fluttering eyelashes. "So this producer friend of yours..."

"Nicolas. Nicolas Ginolat." Suzanne offered breathily.

"Yeah... he throw a lot of parties like this?" Michelle queried. "I mean, this place is big but I've never thrown a party with a guest list in the hundreds."

"Yep. He does it once a year, so I've heard. Pretty wild affairs. All sorts of scandalous things going on." she confirmed.

Michelle smiled at the thought. "So how'd you wrangle an invite?" Michelle asked, twisting and turning her head in her halo lighting to inspect her handiwork.

"Oh, he was one of the executive producers for Valkyrie Ascendant. Apparently he's a big fan of mine. Loves strong women in general, but he was a big reason why they wanted me for the role instead of Daisy.... Daisy..." she screwed her eyes shut as her brain drew a blank. "What's the name of that MMA fighter? Cute, tall blond, always has her hair in that medieval looking plait tight around her head?" She peered back at Michelle hopefully.

"Oh, uh, no idea. I don't follow sports stuff. Sorry." The brunette replied.

"Well, yeah. Big fan. I turned him down last year."

"He gave you three extra invites after turning him down last year?" Michelle asked, her surprise clear.

Suzanne giggled again. "He said to bring a plus one. I told him I'd have to chose between three very dear friends of mine, two of them very muscular women. When he asked if he'd know any of them, I told him your name. He stopped me immediately and demanded I bring all three of you."

Michelle giggled musically, twisting her mammoth torso around in the chair. She adjusted her stylish bra as it protested, shifting and stretching around her voluptuous bosom. "So, anything we need to know?"

"Not really, no. Just, be ready to shoot him a big flex when you meet him and he'll be putty in your hands." she replied, absent mindedly caressing her stiff, shredded abs.

"And Kelly's got the address and her invite?" Michelle inquired, her slender digits toying with her ear lobe as she mused on which set of earrings to wear for the festivities.

"Yeah. But she was being really cloak and dagger with where she was going. She mention anything to you about this mystery appointment today?" Suzanne asked, her angelic features teased into a soft frown.

"No, but I know she and Dan have been talking about it. Dan said 'It's nothing to worry about.' so..." Michelle shrugged her colossal shoulders nonchalantly "-I'm sure it's fine. She'll tell us when she's ready."

She gazed lovingly at Suzanne's  four hundred and twenty pound form, sunk down deep into the luxuriant bedding. A moment later, Michelle stood up and paced over to the bed, lounging down to sit beside her lover. Elegant fingers caressed tenderly up the monstrous, hulking musculature adorning the Valkyrie's arm.

"So..." Michelle began, her voice sinking down another octave to a deep, sultry purr. "Anything I can do to help right now?" her hand began sensually kneading the hulking, striated mass of Suzanne's shoulder.

Suzanne moaned softly, rolling her head over to gaze up at Michelle. "I just need to pick out what jewellery I'm wearing. Give me a minute, I'll show you..."

Michelle smiled, gazing down at Suzanne's resting form and the slow rise and fall of her gargantuan chest. Her eyes drifting down Suzanne's form, Michelle cocked her head subtly. "Can I ask you something?" Suzanne hummed back an assenting moan. "How do you keep so smooth? I mean, I've never seen you shave or wax, removal cream... nothing."

Suzanne stirred as she felt Michelle's digits caress lovingly down over her shredded, jutting abs to her crotch. "Yeah, I go to the Sunshine Silk Spa every six months. They do this high tech treatment where they cover you in this special goo and wrap you in cling film for a couple of hours. Supposed to stop any hair growth for eight or nine months, but with all the media coverage I get, it's just so reassuring not to have to worry about needing to shave every couple of weeks or whatever.."

"Huh." Michelle replied, surprised that such a thing even existed.

"It's much nicer than it sounds. I get a massage and then have them cover every inch of me from my neck down. After they get me wrapped up, I throw on a gown and go lounge on a deck chair by the pool. Catch up on some reading, have a cocktail or two, order a little sushi. It's real nice. You should come with me some time!"

Michelle beamed at the thought. "Sci-fi, space age treatments with a massage and cocktails? Count me in!"

"You and Kelly are more then welcome to tag along. Unless, what do you do now?" she asked curiously.

"Oh, I use that hair dissolving foam stuff once a fortnight. Spray it on, wait for 5 minutes, shower it off?" Suzanne nodded. "It's gotten way easier since Kelly and I started applying it to each other. Much quicker and way more fun." Michelle finished with a mischievous smirk.

Suzanne sat up, twisting to face Michelle. A look of mock indignation on her face she asked; "You two have been having fun in the shower without me?"

Michelle pressed her chest affectionately against Suzanne's arm. "You know you can join us at any time!" she retorted softly, her pearly teeth beaming out from behind her luscious lips. A few moments staring into each others eyes were followed by a shared giggle. "Come on, let's get ready." she said, slipping her feet to the floor as she offered her hands to her lover.

"Alright, alright." Suzanne replied, wearily reaching for Michelle's hands.

"What, you're not looking forward to the look on Dan's face when he gets back to find the two of us all glammed up and dressed to kill?" Michelle intoned.

Suzanne smirked at the thought, the idea of the two of them squeezed into their dresses. "What was it he was out doing today?"

"Training session with a client. He should be on his way back by now. I think he's picking up his dry cleaning after." Michelle paused for a moment, her imagination running away with itself. "Bet he looks great in a tux..."


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Kelly's heart was pounding in her chest, her cheeks aching from all her nervous smiling. Her fingers were idly picking at the zip of her rucksack as she sat hunched over in the waiting room, trying to keep her nerves in check. She was beginning to regret turning up so early for the appointment; the butterflies in her stomach felt like they were going crazy.

She plucked her ponytail from inside her hoodie, knowing full well she'd anxiously push it back inside in twenty seconds time. Anything to try and distract herself.

The door a little way down the corridor opened and Kelly's gaze snapped hopefully over to it. A figure peered around the door frame towards her. "Kelly?" the woman asked politely. As Kelly sprang to her feet, they beckoned her closer. "Nice to meet you, I'm Patricia, but call me Pat." she stated, extending a hand.

"Nice to meet you!" Kelly beamed, darting over and gently shaking her hand.

"So, I'm the nurse for your interview-" she paced back inside the room, her warm features creased slightly as she smiled back. She gestured at her colleague, sat at a table within. "-and this is Francis, he'll be doing the judging part."

He stood up as she entered, the bright lights above reflecting slightly off his bald head. "Ah, lovely to meet you miss Sandhurst." he intoned cheerily, offering one hand over the table as he swept the other down over his white beard. He returned a firm handshake before directing her to the chair opposite his over the table.

"Thanks!" Kelly replied, eagerly sitting herself down, placing her bag on the floor by her foot.

"So..." He began, tapping a short note into his laptop. "We don't get many applicants for the super-heavyweight division who haven't gone through the heavyweight division first. I understand you won a pro card after winning the Newcomers event in March?" He asked, glancing back at his notes.

"Yeah, though I haven't taken part in any kind of competitive event since then." Kelly admitted apologetically.

"Weighed in at 230 pounds?" He asked, glancing up at her. She nodded. "Well, certainly impressive, especially for a debut contest. So, in order to qualify for the Super-heavyweights you need to weigh at least 300 pounds, have a good level of conditioning and display a thorough knowledge of the mandatory poses in a short posing test we'll do here today. Is that okay?" He explained measuredly. Kelly eagerly nodded back, a giddy grin plastered on her face. "Now the division is still relatively small in terms of competitors so there are spaces available on the division circuit. Unlike the heavyweight circuit, there's not so many women who are heavy enough to compete in the supers."

Kelly nodded, her heart still pounding nervously in her chest. She kept her eyes locked onto his, waiting for him to tell her something she didn't already know.

"So, today Pat will be taking some measurements and samples for the health monitoring and anti-doping qualification, and I'll essentially be giving you a standard assessment for both your physique and your posing competence. You ready to get started?"

Kelly nodded eagerly. "Yep!" She could detect the hint of concern in his voice. It wasn't a surprise that he might have some doubts as to her ability to pack on another 70 pounds in just 9 months and still retain a suitable level of conditioning. She was looking forward to proving him wrong.

Francis nodded to Pat and she took the lead. "Alright, you'll need to be wearing a posing suit or something similar while we take your measurements. Do you need somewhere to change privately?" she asked politely.

"No, I came prepared!" Kelly quipped back, flashing her smile at them both. She stood up and pulled the zip down from her neck to her waist. Peeling the sides back, she slipped her jacket from around her massive shoulders and down her bulging arms, tossing it quickly onto her chair. A quick step on the back of each heel and her trainers were off, followed moments later by her loose tracksuit bottoms. As Kelly turned back, her heart pounding with excitement, she asked simply; "Where do you want me?"

It was clear that both Francis and Pat were impressed by Kelly's physique. From head to toe, Kelly's body was a sculpture of angelic, feminine beauty and phenomenal, primal power. Every inch of her flawless skin was taut around huge, shredded muscles. Sculpted, angular traps jutted out from her neck, plunging into the top of her powerful, globular deltoids.

Bulging, lean biceps that had outgrown comparisons with grapefruit, now hung beside her full, pert breasts. As she adjusted her posing suit bottoms, the hard, split peaks of her dense, powerful guns  danced, beautifully framed by the jutting mountains of her hulking triceps behind.

Taking in a deep breath, her massive chest seemed to swell like an ocean, the perfect orbs of her GG cup breasts lifted up on the deep slabs of pectoral muscle behind. The massive sweeps of her lats stretched subtly, arcing powerfully from her massive upper back, and cinching down to her tight, shredded waistline. Her cobbled abs and shredded obliques swept out to wide, feminine hips, that only widened as they were overtaken by the massive expanses of her thighs and glutes.

She had been especially proud of the rate of growth of her massive quads and thick hamstrings. She knew that eventually her gains had to plateau, but she'd managed to add at least a couple of inches to their monstrous circumference in the past few months. The sheer thickness and power of her colossal legs and her huge, shredded ass had given her immeasurable satisfaction, her personal best squat getting heavier almost weekly. Even her calves had been growing at an astonishing rate, her musculature protruding ever more sharply from behind her smooth, elegant legs.

Every twitch of her muscles sent ripples of definition across the shredded swells of feminine muscle, the subtle marbling of her veins threatening to thicken as her pulse pounded and her excitement rose.

And yet, despite the ever swelling muscle mass expanding her frame, she had easily retained her femininity. Manicured hands and pedicured feet were given the same care in her new profession that they had been given in her early modelling career. So too had her face retained its angelic beauty, her features as divine now as the day she had met Dan. That her breasts had seemingly kept pace with her muscles, growing fuller and more pert, was another source of pride that Kelly tried hard not to let go to her head.

The sleek, black posing suit she wore looked painted on to her skin, snugly following every contour of her shredded, bulging flesh. Her top seemed to quiver as it strained to hold in her pert, ample bust, the silken material sharply pressed outwards by her tight, firm nipples. Below, she flexed the thick, muscular lips of her tight, toned pussy, determined to keep herself under control as she allowed her mind to connect with her body more deeply, ready to command ever last inch with precision.

As she felt the smooth material of her posing bottoms slide over her thick, muscular lips, she strained to keep her mind from being swallowed by the sensation. The utter euphoria of flexing her thick, powerful internal muscles and squeezing them within the confines of her tight core muscles was difficult to resist. There was no doubt in her mind that, after Michelle, her pussy was probably the tightest, most muscular, most powerful and most sensuous on the planet.

She pushed the fleeting thought that there might one day be a competition for most muscular vulva to the back of her mind as Pat approached, clipboard in hand.

"Would you like to follow me into the examination room and step over onto the scales for me then?" Pat asked cheerfully, ushering Kelly to a corner of the room.

Kelly turned swiftly and walked beside Pat, into the smaller, sterile exam room. Sliding past Pat, she gingerly stepped onto the scales. Kelly fixed her gaze onto the electronic readout, wide eyed with expectation. 'Over three hundred, be over three hundred... come on!' She prayed as the readout blinked slowly.

She let out a sigh of relief as the number flicked up. "Mm!" Pat hummed with approving surprise. "Three hundred and eleven pounds! Very well done!" she complimented softly, marking down the figure on her notes and then stowing her pen behind her ear.

Kelly's smile beamed, a huge weight off her shoulders. She was never quite willing to trust the scales back at the mansion, so having such official confirmation of her weight was very reassuring.

"Okay, I'm going to take some measurements from you now, just as a record to track your progress and keep an eye on your health. Very occasionally we notice anomalous changes in competitor's physiques and tracking everything can help identify medical issues before they become serious." Pat explained in a steady monotone as she scribbled further notes on Kelly's form.

Kelly was a little surprised, and immediately wondered if the measurements were there to spot unusual growth spurts from banned substances. She shrugged. "Okay." she replied nonchalantly, knowing full well that she had nothing to worry about on that front. "Oh, should I, pump up? Or is this a resting measurement?" she blurted, eager to be helpful for the shorter woman.

"Uh, yes, pumped if you please." Pat replied, slipping a tape measure from her pocket.

Kelly stepped off the scales and began furiously flexing her muscles, her shuddering frame sending soft, but audible vibrations through the floor. Kelly stopped herself from moaning too erotically as she indulged in a huge crab flex, her flesh bulging with unfathomable power. Veins thickened, muscled swelled and definition scrawled deeper across her flesh. Her attire stretched tighter across her breasts and pussy as her blood pressure soared and her body seemingly expanded in front of the assessor's eyes.

The feeling of strength thundering through her body excited her enormously. The only concern she'd had coming into the assessment was if she really was heavy enough, the thought of sharing this final confirmation with Dan filling her with a proud sense of lust. Sliding a hulking leg out and planting her foot, she flew into a massive double biceps pose, already imagining how she would be showing off for him while they celebrated later tonight.

As a deep, lusting moan left her lips, she instantly straightened up, remembering her situation. 'Keep it professional girl! Geez!' she chided herself. Seemingly Pat wasn't phased by her flexing. Even so, she thought she should try something a little less erotically charged.

She clasped her palms together and began pushing her wrists back and forth, resisting the motion as she twisted her body left and right, squatting down deeply as she shimmied and flexed to pump up her already massive legs.

After a minute, Pat asked simply, "Ready?" Kelly nodded as she straightened, still not sure if she couldn't flex herself just a little bigger. "Alright, I'll start at the top and work my way across and then down. When I have the tape in position tell me when you're happy for me to take the actual readout, okay?"

The light shimmered across Kelly's skin as she presented a massive, flexing arm. A shudder of arousal flashed through Kelly's frame, revelling in the unreal strength throbbing through her thickly muscled frame. Already Pat had set to work, slipping the tape around her forearm and pulling it gently taut. Pat's bright green eyes peered questioningly at Kelly. "Yep!" Kelly confirmed quickly. Pat left the tape to dangle from Kelly's arm as she snatched the pen from her ear and jotted down the measurement.

It took barely a minute for Pat to finish working across Kelly's frame, expertly slipping and whipping the tape into position, and scribbling the the numbers down.

As Pat noted down the last measurement from Kelly's hulking calf, she looked up at the brunette towering over her, giving her an encouraging smile. "Well, very impressive, even if I don't have the expertise to judge bodybuilders. It's pretty rare to see such exact symmetry too."

Kelly beamed, blushing at the compliment. "Oh, uh, by any chance, could I get a copy of the measurements?" she asked with a hint of embarrassment.

"We'll give you a copy of all the notes we make today, standard practise." she replied, gently touching Kelly's elbow. Sitting down at her desk, Pat began fiddling with a series of sample tubes, labelling them and tearing open sterile packing. "Next I'll be taking the samples for the health monitoring and anti doping program, so that means a blood sample and a urine sample. I'll start with the blood sample, so when you're ready, take a seat with your non-dominant arm towards me."

Kelly sat down and presented her left arm. Pat chuckled as she prepared the needle. Kelly gave an inquisitive look, wondering what joke she was missing.

With a sly grin, Pat explained; "Certainly won't have trouble finding a vein on you now will I?" Kelly giggled, blushing gently. Certainly, the scrawled network of thick, swollen veins, still visibly pulsing across her shredded biceps would present no problem for Pat's work. "Alright, sharp scratch."

Kelly had her eyes closed as the needle went in... though she didn't feel anything. Pat was good at her job. She watched with fascination as the small, glass cylinder filled with dark, crimson fluid. Moments later, the vial almost full, Pat slipped the needle out, covering the site with a small wad of cotton wool.

A moment later, she'd whipped a brush out of a small pot, and applied a clear liquid to Kelly's skin. "Liquid plaster Just to make sure you don't bleed during the posing bit in a few minutes. It'll be dry by then."

Kelly admired Pat's work. Were it not for the gloss of liquid now glistening off a tiny section of her bicep, there'd be no evidence of her work.

"Now, to comply with the anti doping regulations for the urine sample, I need to be able to see the sample being given." She passed a pot to Kelly, a practised smile on her face.

"Oh right. That's no problem." Kelly announced, standing up and stripping off her posing suit bottoms. Pat was taken aback, but appreciated the candour and practicality. Then a moment later, she saw Kelly's crotch unobscured. Her eyebrows shot up, her ears twitched, brushing against the short curls of her hair, though she said nothing. Kelly blushed, appreciating Pat's discretion.

A minute later, the sampling complete, Kelly was glad to slip her bottoms back on. Stretching them up over her colossal legs, the soft material easing up to rest over her hips and crotch once more. Pat would later muse on the last time she'd seen anyone with such a muscularly developed crotch. Michelle something... she couldn't recall the surname. Surprisingly, bodybuilding wasn't one of her interests and she had very little to do with the sport beyond her medical duties.

"Well, I'll pass you back over to Francis now for the posing evaluation. I'll be running your samples now, so if the equipment is all functioning normally..." she gave the assortment of equipment and her computer an accusing glance. "Then I should have the test results before you leave!" She explained warmly. "Any questions?"

"No, that sounds fab!" Kelly blurted. 'Fab? You nerd!' Kelly chastised herself internally again. Pat gestured to the door and turned away to see to her duties. Taking a deep breath in, Kelly paced back into the main room and looked to Francis, butterflies still flitting about in her stomach.

"Ah yes!" Francis remarked, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Very impressive indeed! Do you have any questions or need a moment?" Kelly shook her head. "Marvellous, let's continue with the assessment then. If you can stand on the mark in the middle of the square there on the floor..."

Kelly looked down and spotted a square, two metre across, marked out on the floor in red tape, with a small cross at its centre. "Ah, right." She darted quickly over to stand in the middle, reflexively standing in the rest pose. Her chest puffed out, her arms splayed slightly from her sides, she continued flexing and tensing to keep her body pumped.

"Hah! Straight into rest, good, good. So!" He rolled his chair across to the side of the desk to give himself an unobstructed view of her. "I'll be putting you through all eight of the standard poses, checking to see if your technique is, uh, up to snuff, so to speak. You'll have to ensure you remain within the square and follow my calls. Should you need a reminder of any pose do let me know and I'll provide a visual aid.

Kelly let out a soft chuckle, "I, uh, shouldn't need any prompts, but thanks." Her breathing was already speeding up, deepening with anticipation.

"Good, good, uh, it'll be 30 seconds of posing, followed by 30 seconds or so of rest. We should be done in eight to ten minutes. If you're ready?" He said, tapping a few buttons on his laptop.

"Yeah, ready when you are!" Kelly replied, willing her muscles to flex harder and larger.

"Okay we'll start with the front lateral spread." he explained, pointing to Kelly as he clicked to start a timer on his computer.

Immediately, Kelly's feet sprang out to either side, planting her feet solidly on the floor. Her fists balled as she butted them against her hips and with a loud moan of effort, she swung her elbows out wide. Her entire body shuddered from head to toe, her muscles bursting to life. Thick masses of shredded muscle bulged beneath her perfect skin, forcing her engorged veins out. She glanced down as if checking her form, only to remember, 'HEAD UP!'

Her now pristine form displayed the pose magnificently. Tight calves peaked out from her legs overshadowed by the colossal overhangs of her quads. Where a thigh gap would have been, her massive thighs flexed tight against each other, splaying out wide in a hulking wall of shredded, defined muscle. Their thickness was only emphasised by her silhouette as it swept in over wide, feminine hips to her tight, shredded waist.

As the feeling of power welled up through her massive legs, she gave in and allowed her intimate muscles to flex too. Feeling her tight, muscular sheath swell with power, her abs and obliques seemed to redouble their efforts, the deep separations between each perfect, powerful muscle segment deepening, showing even more cut.

As her bulging lips began to pinch her posing suit bottoms together, prising the material in, more adrenaline was dumped into her blood stream. The massive striated blocks of pectoral muscle heaved harder against her colossal lats, every last chord of muscle across them growing more defined by the second. As her pecs throbbed with power, her breasts quivered atop them. As her bust lifted and trembled, stretching her posing top tighter by the second, she could feel her nipples becoming deeply and erotically erect.

The throbbing masses of her melon sized biceps rutted against the side of her pecs. Thick, trembling veins snaked up their menacing split peaks, throbbing over the huge boulders of her shredded deltoids and meandering over to her hulking pecs.

Kelly pushed herself hard, practising for the real thing. She felt Francis' eyes on her, measuredly assessing her form, her conditioning, her proportions, her size. She strained to keep a smile on her face, her panting growing louder and deeper as she pushed herself to her limits. She was glad that she had made Dan run her through plenty of posing drills in the run up to her evaluation. Without the practise, it would have been easy to lose her self to lust.

"Rest, thank you!" Francis piped up cheerfully.

Kelly gasped for air as she returned to the rest pose, but was still determined to stay professional. A soft, but steady smile returned to her angelic face, her brown eyes sparkling out from her face. She stole a few glances at Francis as he typed up some notes on the laptop. His expression was calm, but apparently quite pleased. 'Hope that's a good sign...' she mused.

Feeling beads of sweat begin to trace down her abs, her attention swung back to her body, and she noticed the material pinched between her trembling lips. She deftly teased the material loose by adjusting the straps of her bottoms over her hips and then clamping her lips tight against each other to prevent them from swallowing her attire again.

"Feeling okay so far?" Francis asked, almost jovially, beaming a smile at her. Blushingly, Kelly giggled back an assent. "Fabulous. Now if you can give me the side chest pose please." Again he pointed a finger to let her know to start.

Kelly was still working on her transitions between poses. She'd practised them mechanically with Dan over and over to drill where she needed her limbs, hips, core and chest to move to. Now she was working on the fluidity of the transitions, trying to work in some flare. With a subtle flourish, and a less subtle moan, she slid gracefully into the pose.

'Dammit, shut up! You're posing, not fucking! Smile! SMILE!' Kelly's mind whirled frantically, maintaining exacting control over so much of her body simultaneously was challenging work. Having to fight down her ravenous libido only made things more complicated. Then again, with all the practise she'd had with Dan, in every sense, she was certain she could keep her self from getting over-excited.

'Wide shoulders, keep them tense, squeeze the biceps, taut pecs, crunch your abs, peak that calf, show off that massive thigh flex, don't giggle, just smile! Breathe, push! Push damn it!'

Sweat was now beginning to stream down her frame, tickling her flesh as each bead traced across her skin. She loved the feeling of pushing herself like this, feeling her massive muscles shudder and strain, swelling as she flexed, growing ever larger and stronger. Why had she waited so long to start?

"And, rest please. Very good, very good."

A quick glance down to check her position and Kelly slipped back into rest pose. Tiring as it was, she was enjoying herself immensely.

Francis methodically worked her through the rest of the poses, each one subtly more impressive than the last. Her body continued to pump, her hulking muscles swelling larger, peaking higher, showing off deeper separations and pumping her vascularity to new levels. Side triceps, rear lateral spread, rear double biceps, most muscular, she struggled to keep from moaning erotically throughout her intense posing.

During the abdominal and thigh pose, she was very aware that her out-turned thighs practically guided any onlooker's gaze to her thickly-muscled cunt. She hoped that the sight of so much intimate muscle wouldn't be distracting and that her posing suit bottoms wouldn't slip or give way some how. It was also a pose that she often used to drive Dan, and herself, over the edge. 'Better not do that now.' she reminded herself as she practically gasped for air through her divine smile.

"And you can rest." Francis said, happily typing away on the laptop, a pleased smile plastered on his face.

Kelly stood firm, her almighty chest heaving as she fought to suck down enough air. Sweat was trickling freely down her body and showering the floor with little droplets as she exerted herself. 'Damn does this feel good!' she mused, her body thrumming with power and pleasure.

As her eyes glanced down at her heaving bosom, she noticed how much harder and taller her tightly erect nipples had grown. It felt as if the material was being prised down her boobs as they had swollen with her exhilarating exhibition. 'Clearly not enough slack in the chest straps... or too much in the shoulder straps? Or maybe the cup just need to be bigger? Who knows. Get Dan to look at it with me tomorrow.'

"Alright, last pose, front double biceps please!" Francis beamed, tapping his laptop once more.

Feeling confidant, Kelly allowed herself a little flourish of her arms as she widened her feet. An unintentional moan slipped through her plump lips as she powerfully curled her wrists towards her massive shoulders and flexed her legs.

'Shut up dummy!' she thought as her limbs set into position and she started straining in earnest. The endorphins flooding her system made it hard to keep from laughing, which only made her push harder. Her straining biceps were by now easily melon sized, barely held in check by the massive, chiselled horseshoes of her triceps beneath. Her pecs and shoulders stood out from her frame in a manner that made American football armour look positively small, the mountain range of shuddering, flexing muscle swamping her powerful traps and neck.

She could hear the cross strap between her swollen breasts twanging like a guitar string as it strained to encompass her colossal chest. She carefully allowed her knees to ease out a little wider to keep the gargantuan swells of her quads from rubbing against her crotch as they shuddered and flexed.

Her massive glutes flexed desperately, giving Kelly a hard time not ruining her pose as her libido hungrily ached for something her thick, powerful pussy could devour. Between the lust and pleasing throbbing filling every last ounce of her flesh, Kelly was already looking forward to showing off on stage in the future, regardless of what the competition was.

"And rest! Thanks very much!" he confirmed, his fingers rapping out an enthusiastic staccato across the keyboard. Kelly professionally slid into rest pose, keeping her form just in case. "I must say, the human body truly is capable of incredible things." he mused aloud. He flicked back and forth between mouse and keyboard a few times before he realised Kelly was yet to move. "Oh, sorry, relax I meant. Do you need a towel?" he asked, noticing how much her skin was glistening under the light.

"I brought one, thanks!" Kelly replied, pacing over to her ruck sack and plucking a fluffy blue beach towel out. She ran it quickly over her skin, still panting deeply from her efforts. "Phew!" she giggled, snatching a protein shake from out and guzzling the thick fluid down in one go. Her hulking chest now feeling a little calmer, she worked the towel down her frame as she paced back towards the taped out square.

'Gee, that's a lot of sweat!' she realised as she finished towelling off her massive legs. She tossed the towel down at the floor and slid it around with an elegant foot, mopping up in short order. 'All done!'

She remembered that she had to call a taxi to get herself home to shower and change, before getting another taxi to the venue. A thrill of excitement shot from her hips to her chest as she thought about going out with Michelle, Suzanne and Dan, all of them dressed to the nines at a fancy house party. 'Got to pick up the invite from the bedside table. Wouldn't do to forget that!'

The side door to the exam room squeaked open and Pat emerged with a print off, a relieved smile on her face. "Tests are done, all clear, good health as far as the tests can tell." she proclaimed, passing the papers to Francis. "Remember there'll be two more randomly scheduled tests for the anti-doping process, but passing them you'll be cleared medically for any Flexpo competitions."

Kelly couldn't keep the smile off her face, her pearly white teeth beaming from behind her luscious lips. "That's great!" she almost squeaked, tossing her towel into her bag.

"Yes! Well, it seems you've passed with flying colours Miss Sandhurst! Barely any notes on your form, better than some veterans in the Super-heavyweight division currently in fact! Your physique is exemplary, and while not the largest in the division you clearly have excellent conditioning and proportions. The division would be very lucky to have you!"

Kelly stood stock still, welling up with emotion. "Really? So... I'm in the Pro-Flexpo in March?"

They nodded in unison.

"Yes!" she squealed with joy, pumping both her fists. A moment later she'd darted across the room to throw her arms around her judges. "Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!" she blurted.

Pat laughed, returning Kelly's embrace. "Well done. Just, keep an eye on your emails so you don't miss any important appointments. We'll email you everything you need."

Francis added simply, "Welcome to the superheavyweight division!"


...


A pair of spotlights beamed up into the sky in front of the countryside mansion, their beams visible in the dark night sky for miles around. The mansion was audaciously lit, inside and out, a soft dusting of snow covering the grounds. A luxuriant red carpet ran ostentatiously from the roadside guard house, through the regally adorned grounds to the grand entrance of the mansion.

Loose gravel ground under the heavy tread of tires as a people carrier began to slow. It swung lazily to the side of the quiet country road opposite the entrance, easing with a soft squeak of its brakes to a complete stop. As three of the occupants clambered out of the private hire vehicle, the suspension groaned and creaked, suddenly relieved of more than a thousand pounds of humanity.

Exquisitely suited in a fitted Tuxedo suit, Dan leaned in to thank the driver before closing the passenger door. The crisp December air was refreshing, if perhaps a little cooler than he would have liked. The near freezing temperatures doing nothing to dampen his mood.

Adjusting his bowtie, he looked around at his companions through his steaming breath, seeing them fawning and fussing over each other's dresses, and smiled.

Michelle had squeezed into a tiny black dress, Suzanne into a sexy, revealing red number. Both dresses were custom made, leaving their colossal arms and massive deltoids bare, the thin shoulder straps straining as they looped up over their hulking traps. Both dresses had long, daring slits running up from the bottom, revealing huge swathes of their colossal legs.

Both had decided to stick to shallow, yet stylish wedges. Given the propensity for high heels to snap under their mighty frames, neither owned many pairs these days. None the less, both ladies massive, sculpted calves popped exquisitely.

Noticing Dan admiring them, Michelle slipped her massive, rippling arms around Suzanne's tight, shredded waist. "He's staring again. Shall we make him jealous?" she whispered loudly.

Suzanne giggled, slipping her hulking arms around Michelle's massive shoulders and pressing herself bodily into her lover. Pressing her bust sensuously against Michelle's, Suzanne immediately pressed her lips against the brunette's. After a long, tender, moaning kiss, Suzanne came up for air. "How jealous are we talking?" she teased.

Dan laughed, surprised that neither had spared the cold a second thought, despite their skimpy attire. "Come on, you know I'm not the jealous type. You don't need to use me as an excuse to show each other how you feel." he crooned, pacing closer to the pair of goddesses.

Suzanne giggled, and slipped a hand underneath her breast. "Alright, let's go in then." Her hand reappeared with the clutch bag she had placed inside her dress. Pacing across the road, Michelle and Dan followed closely as Suzanne plucked their invites out from the bag. With a confidant swagger, she approached the besuited gentleman stood out front of the guard house. Unlike the security guards behind who were huddled up in thick parka jackets, this gent was wearing a stove pipe top hat above his coat and tails.

"Suzanne Williams! The Valkyrie herself! Albert Cummings at your service!" He announced in his deep baritone. "Welcome to festival Ginolat! I trust your journey was a pleasant one?" he asked, with a hearty grandeur befitting his stout frame.

"Oh, very much so!" she replied with a flirtatious glance over her shoulder.

"Oh, I do hope everything is alright, is your third guest able to join us tonight?" he asked, his concern sounding quite genuine as he wrung his gloved hands.

Suzanne was surprised that this usher had apparently memorised enough to know not only who she was, but how many guests to expect her to arrive with. "Ah, my third plus one is joining us later, she had a obligation earlier today. Is it okay if I come back out to take her in then?"

"Of course, of course! Lovely to see you!" he replied, shaking her hand warmly before ushering her a few steps up the drive. "Now, I was forewarned about the ravishing Michelle Cole, last years Pro-Flexpo winner in the Super-heavyweight division if I recall correctly?"

"Indeed you do!" Michelle replied blushingly, stepping forward to be given the same heartfelt greeting.

"Marvellous, Mr Ginolat expressed his great anticipation at meeting the both of you!" As Michelle stepped past, his gaze turned to Dan. "I'm afraid I've not been foretold of your deeds Daniel Walker, but I must applaud the company you keep. Welcome to the Festival my friend!"

"Please, the pleasure's all mine!" Dan replied, returning the butler's a firm handshake.

"Marvellous! Please, make your way to the main house at your leisure! There will be entertainment, food, drink, dancing and merriment aplenty. The host and hostess have been entertaining in the drawing room to the right of the foyer. I'm sure they would be delighted to receive you!"

"Thank you Albert! We shall!" Suzanne replied, candidly squeezing her heaving bust together with her powerful upper arms.

"Have a delightful evening all!" Albert called, doffing his hat as the trio began the walk up to the mansion.

The statues, lights, fountains and plant covered trellises flanking the red carpet adding to the grandeur of the estate. "Wow! This is ridiculously fancy!" Michelle giggled as they strode up the long carpet.

"And believe me, the guest list should be no less fancy. A lot of big names get invited to this thing, so try not to get star struck. Come on, let's get inside." Suzanne quipped back, the aching of her tired muscles from her gruelling workout seeming to fade before her enthusiasm.

It was quite the feeling for Dan, having probably the two most muscular women on the planet on either arm. He tried to keep his eyes on the grounds, but found it hard not to steal glances at the pairs of heaving breasts, jiggling either side of him. That also left him wondering if it the was the cold night air or the ladies state of arousal that made their nipples thrust so firmly into their dresses. If they were feeling the cold, then it certainly didn't show.

A minute later, they were up the white marble steps of the mansion and into the vast foyer. A pianist played soft melodies on a grand piano, poised beneath huge, winding twin staircases up to the second floor. A low, happy murmur of chit chat from a few dozen guests milling around the entrance way filled the space, a casual, friendly atmosphere washing over the group. Dan was surprised to feel the warmth of a  pair of patio heaters flanking the doors just inside the house.

"Champagne?" a concierge beamed at the three of them. Suzanne casually accepted a glass from the silver tray with a warm smile and nod of thanks. Both Michelle and Dan were taken back a little by their attire.

After a quick glance, it was apparent that the wait staff were all dressed in a 'uniform', carefully chosen to flaunt certain assets. The concierge was a stunning, young woman in eye-catching apparel. A top hat, a silk, crimson cravat, a white, ruffled shirt that lay snug under a black velvet waist coat. Coupled with that were tight fishnet stockings, black high heels, dark, silken panties that ran high over the hip and a pair white cuffs at her wrists.

All of the concierges were wearing them same uniform, and every last one of them was not only beautiful, but incredibly fit. The half dozen stood around in the foyer all had the physiques of particularly cut fitness models. Slender, powerful muscles stood out on all of the serving staff, their varying busts threatening to burst out of their open shirts to varying degrees.

Both Michelle and Dan flashed each other a grin, wondering who had hired them all. The blond concierge's frame visibly shuddered as Michelle gratefully took a glass of champagne from her platter. "Very impressive!" Michelle whispered, giving a nod to the woman's chiselled arms and sculpted thighs.

Dan watched her bite her lower lip as she took the compliment, straining to keep control of herself in Michelle and Suzanne's awesome presence. Dan too took a crystal flute from the platter and quickly fell into step beside Suzanne. "I am so far out of my comfort zone!" He whispered, still taking it all in.

Suzanne laughed, hooking an arm inside Dan's and inviting Michelle to her other side. Guiding them into the drawing room, she spotted her host. "There he is, let's say hello to Nicolas!"

Surrounded by a small group of suited gentlemen, Nicolas quickly excused himself and bound across the polished hardwood floor to greet the blond goddess. "Suzanne my darling! It is so good to see you!" he said, reaching out his arms before stooping slightly to kiss her on each cheek. "I'm so glad you could make it this year!"

For many, this would have come across as tacky or overplayed, but the warmth and charisma seemed completely genuine. His ebony skin creased with his beaming smile, his greying goatee and buzz cut hair perfectly styled for the event. Despite his near six decades of wisdom, he stood tall and strong, his lean frame standing at least three inches taller than Dan. His French accent had become more subtle since the first time Suzanne had met him.

Suzanne didn't let him stand back up, slipping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a deep hug. "Oh, it's lovely to see you again too!" He laughed, thrilled to be meeting up with her again. "Now as you can see-" Suzanne continued, letting him stand back up, "I'm still working on building my physique bigger than ever!" she finished, flashing a hulking leg out to one side as she brought her arms up into an elegant double biceps pose.

Nicolas let out a little gasp, clasping his hands together as he took in the sight. Biceps larger than melons, peaked and hard, shuddering between shredded, pumpkin deltoids and sculpted, bulging forearm muscles, a confidant, daring smirk on Suzanne's angelic visage stunned him. As his gaze swept down over her hulking pecs and heaving bust, it lingered on the colossal, shredded quads and inner thigh Suzanne had presented him.

"Magnifique!" he whispered, looking into her eyes. "Un moment sil vous plait." he twisted around, searching for someone in the crowd. "Isabella!" he called softly.

A moment later, a woman in a daring, blue sequinned dress sultrily swaggered to Nicolas' side.

"Suzanne, this is my wife, Isabella. Isabella, Suzanne Williams!"

The waiting staff's attire was beginning to make sense to both Michelle and Dan now. Isabella was a powerfully built individual herself, her beauty transfixing. She had the upper body of a physique competitor, but the lower half was easily the match of the bodybuilding division. Her arms were adorned not only with diamond bracelets, but tightly sculpted, powerful muscles, elegantly leading up to powerfully capped shoulders and shapely traps. It wasn't easy to tell if the bust hidden behind her long, straight hair was natural or not, but it's size was impressive none-the-less.

Below her tightly sculpted waistline, her hips, thighs and ass were on another level. Femininity, power, mass, size, the huge curves of her lower half showed clearly where most of her efforts had been directed.

"A pleasure to meet you." Isabella cooed softly to Suzanne, her eyes lustily gazing at to Suzanne, yet flicking to both Michelle and Dan behind. "I can't tell you how many times I have watched Valkyrie Ascendant! You are most inspiring" the Spanish lilt to her voice sent a shiver down Michelle's spine.

Suzanne took the initiative, stepping forward to gently embrace Isabella, slowly, delicately placing a kiss on each of her cheeks. Seeing her cheeks flush profusely, she added, "Well, if you know any ravishing producers with impeccable taste, looking to make a sequel, I'd be delighted at the chance to play another leading role." She oozed confidence as she played with her hair, elegantly playing her hulking arms around to tease them both.

With a hearty laugh, Nicolas leaned in. "I would be delighted to produce another masterpiece with with you as the star." He turned to Isabella, "Anything to delight my Love and put a smile on her face!" he placed a long, tender kiss on his wife's lips, sharing a deep, meaningful look into her eyes. She caressed his cheek before he turned back to the trio. "But I must ask, is your lovely companion available to perhaps, share the limelight for such a spectacle?" He asked, stretching out a hand to Michelle.

"Oh, me?" Michelle instantly began to blush, but stepped forward anyway. "Well, that's, uh... very kind of you to say!" she beamed, her perfect smile lighting up her heavenly features.

Nicolas decided to forego the kisses on cheeks, blushing intensely as Michelle was. "Oh you'd be magnificent on screen, and with the right script?" He blew a chef's kiss. "What do you think my Love? A suitable counterpart for the leading lady?" he asked his wife, gesturing to Michelle.

Isabella couldn't help herself from shuddering with lust for a moment. "I think the pair of them would be... perfect. Beyond measure."

Suzanne quickly nudged Michelle's arm with her elbow. "Oh she's just being polite, she knows you don't have the physique to stand beside me on screen!" she teased.

As Nicolas straightened with surprise, Michelle grinned and instantly took the opportunity to show off a colossal abdominal and thigh pose.

The sheer breadth of Michelle's hulking lats, the depth of her pecs, the mountainous peaks of her biceps and triceps, the raw sexual power exuding from Michelle's presence knocked Isabella back half a pace. Feeling Isabella's eyes swing down over her core to her legs, Michelle pushed her quads, hamstrings and glutes to flex harder, swelling her already mammoth legs even larger, vascularity and definition exploding across their surface.

Nicolas slipped an arm behind his lover to brace her as Suzanne stepped beside Michelle. "Oh come on, who does it better?" Suzanne asked sultrily as she mirrored Michelle's pose.

Seeing both Suzanne and Michelle, side by side, their bodies looking ready to burst from the phenomenal power shuddering beneath their skin, Isabella found her pussy yawn hungrily wide, her juices beginning to trace down her inner thighs. Despite Suzanne being an inch taller, Michelle was still over twenty pounds heavier. The extra mass gave Michelle's physique a tiny edge in how thick, full and menacing her musculature looked by comparison with Suzanne's colossal power .

As the first beads of hot, silken fluid slipped down to Isabella's knee, she let out a short whimper of carnal desire. The Valkyrie, in the flesh, larger than ever and with an even more muscular companion... Isabella flexed her huge quads to steady herself, reassuring her posture with the familiar sensation of flexing her thick, muscular legs and ass.

"I only know that I must be in the film with them. As a protege, to be trained by them! Or as the antagonist, to be crush between them!" She breathed, her eyes flicking between the pair of hulking goddesses before her.

"Yes my Love!" Nicolas proclaimed, lifting her slightly with the arm behind her back. "I shall see to finding only the best script writer to make this a reality!" Her gaze flashed back to him, lingering for a lusting pause, before she reached up and kissed him passionately. "Anything for my Love!" he repeated in a whisper just for her. She kissed him again before returning her gaze to Suzanne and Michelle.

"But now where are my manners, good sir, I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Daniel was it?" Nicolas again extended his hand.

"Oh, just Dan is fine." he replied easily, returning a firm handshake.

"Bien, bien, and how do you know these lovely women Dan?" he asked earnestly.

Dan paused, a smile flickering across his face. The long version was pretty sordid; best to stick to the simplified version.

"Well I'm a personal trainer by trade and I actually met Michelle at the Pro-Flexpo a couple of years back. I got to know Suzanne through Michelle and we've actually all been training together for the past several months."

Isabella tore her eyes away from the buffet of throbbing muscle in front of her. "Wait... you train Suzanne and Michelle?" she asked suspiciously, finally taking Dan in with interest as she peered around her husband.

Suzanne turned, standing casually in a lat spread pose at Isabella's side. "He's the best, hardest trainer I've ever had. If I'd met him when I was still world number one I'd have never lost the top spot!" Her gaze slipped to Dan in a sly smile. "Even Michelle wouldn't be close to where I'd be!"

Dan blushed deeply, but held Isabella's gaze as she approached him, eyes wide. Straddling her legs wide through the side slits in her dress she flexed her thick, powerful legs to demonstrate her best assets. "I don't suppose you got space for any new clients?" she asked breathily. "I seem to have reached a... a... plateau! And I feel like a new training regime could help me build up my body even more."

She reached behind her back and gathered her dress to hang between her huge, thick, round glutes. "And I want to get my husband a nice present for his birthday in the summer and he has..." she paused, clapping her colossal ass with a massive flex for Nicolas' amusement. Her out-splayed thighs flexed, showing him the massive outer sweep of her bulging quads. Glancing back over her shoulder at her husband, she finished; "-impeccable taste!"

Dan smiled, allowing a few moments for the couple to enjoy their moment. "Well, my schedule is pretty busy but... I'm sure I'd be able to find some time between my other clients." he mused aloud. He patted his pockets before sliding his hand inside a chest pocket and presenting Isabella with his card.

She took the card with a soft, satisfied grunt. "Thank you... Dan." She turned back to Nicolas, and slipped the card in his shirt pocket with one hand. Her other hand took a hold of her husband's wrist and guided it to her crotch, her dress wet through with anticipation. "I need some help powdering my nose..." she said, pressing her heaving bust into his torso.

Moments later, she strutted away across the room, disappearing through doors flanked by security guards.

Nicolas darted over to Suzanne, took her hand and kissed the back of it quickly. "Suzanne-" he took Michelle's and kissed that too, "-Michelle-" he darted to Dan, and kissed him fully on the lips "-and Dan! Sweet Dan! My thanks to you for bringing such energy into my Love's evening. I must see to her, but please, enjoy the festival! Eat, drink, be merry. I must adieu! Until we meet again!" he almost sang, before turning on his heels and giddily racing to catch up with his wife.

Suzanne stood, beaming with pride for a few moments. Linking an arm with each of her lovers, she said; "I'm famished. Let's go find the buffet!"


...


"Let's go a little bolder tonight shall we?" Kelly whispered, selecting a her true red lipstick. 'Long as I don't get it on the dress...' She mused, playing the stick across her full, luscious lips.

She pressed her lips together, mouthing a kiss as her reflection before playing her head around. She couldn't keep the smile from her face. She patted her dark hair, tied up and pinned elegantly in place with a few sparkling pins. Her smirk grew a little wider as she eyed her massive arms, twisting and shifting them self indulgently. She gave herself a smouldering look, intensely flexing her thick pecs to lift her breasts.

The yellow dress she'd opted was doing a wonderful job of encompassing her bust without feeling tight or uncomfortable. Her nipples were perhaps a little more obvious within it than she'd expected, but she was long past feeling shy about her physique. The shoulder straps hooked together behind her neck, the backless dress exposing a massive wall of jutting traps and wide lats. Her arms too were bare save a dainty bracelet on one wrist and a classic watch on the other. Her tight waist was held snug by the soft, elastic fabric, allowing her to move without worrying the dress would sheer apart around her might.

She slipped her purse and invitation into the pocket of her garter, sliding the pouch to sit on her inner thigh and tightening the band. Dan had thoughtfully provided the custom garment with a matching pair of lacy panties and bra. While she'd opted to wear the panties, the bra was left folded in the cupboard for tonight. Her pert bust didn't need support, despite it's ample size.

Standing up from her makeup table, she stuffed the last half of her protein bar into her mouth, slipping her manicured feet into her kitten heeled shoes. Her stomach still gurgling and expectant, she snatched her phone from the desk, wondering where the taxi was.

'Only a twenty minute drive. Once the Taxi arrives that is...' she thought impatiently, willing the app to confirm the Taxi drivers arrival. Swallowing down the last of the bar, she sauntered out of her room and downstairs to sit on the couch, anxiously tapping her feet. With a resigned annoyance, she resolved to watching videos to pass the time while she waited for her ride to arrive.


...


This ball room had a bar set up at one end of the room, a jazz band playing softly at it's centre, dozens of booths and a score of tables with lounge chairs set up for the guests to relax and chat.

In a secluded, darkened corner of the room, the trio had holed up in a quiet booth. A couple of empty bottles of champagne were awaiting collection by one of the 'uniformed' concierges, a selection of wine and champagne glasses arrayed across the stout, mahogany table. Dan was sipping at his wine, savouring at the platter of fine food in front of him. Suzanne, sat next to him, spied Michelle returning from the buffet and took out her purse in anticipation.

"Sorry to keep giving you all these business cards." Michelle mumbled around a mouth full of protein brownie. "I mean-" she swallowed down the dense, chocolatey cake. "I didn't expect the buffet to be an exhibition for food vendors too! So good!"

Suzanne giggled, slipping another pair of business cards to her already stuffed purse. "Part of the attraction! I mean, Nicolas could probably afford to pay for the whole thing with the change he loses down the back of his couch, but why not let companies bid to advertise top quality goods to the fitness models, bodybuilders, actors, trainers, directors, and all the fancy big wig elites." Suzanne waffled, a pleasant alcohol buzz leaving her relaxed and chatty.

The blond goddess stretched her massive arms across the back of the booth's plush seating, slipping an arm around Dan's shoulders and pulling him closer. "And how are you enjoying the party?" she crooned, heaving her chest deliberately nearer his face.

Dan laughed, leaning affectionately against Suzanne. "I'll be honest, it's great, but it's a lot! There's so much going on. So many rooms and halls. A band in here, another one down that corridor, a DJ and dance floor, the bar-"

"Three bars." Suzanne corrected him with a grin.

"Bars? Okay." Michelle interjected, inspecting her plater of exotic foods to determine which to eat next. "But, jacuzzi the size of an Olympic pool? Sauna? With full service? At a party? He's got a whole spa here! It's crazy!"

"Not to mention, it's so strange seeing so many celebrities in person." Dan said, enjoying the warmth of Suzanne's arm over his shoulders. "I mean, that's probably not such a big deal for a super famous film star like you!" He finished, shooting Suzanne a knowing smile.

Suzanne giggled, rubbing the outside of her breast affectionately against Dan's firm chest. "Speaking of..." she turned her head to Michelle. "You know who I saw milling around the gallery? George Pitt." she said coolly. Michelle almost gagged on a mouthful of incredible sushi. "Winner of  the 'Film's most fuckable' award for the last three years straight?"

Suzanne watched with glee as Michelle's cheeks and chest flushed crimson. She could practically feel Michelle's cunt lurch wide open from beside her on the couch. The auburn haired goddess' dress trembled as Michelle's body tensed up. The bust of the dress seeming to shrink as Michelle's breasts perked up, her nipples hardening, looking like they might tear through her dress to freedom.

"I don't care." Michelle lied, desperately trying to hide her smile.

Suzanne leaned in close, craning her neck over Michelle's hulking shoulder. "Remember we watched The Commando: Alien Hunt, George's character pushing that massive boulder to block the tunnel, his chest bare and rippling, what did you say?"

Michelle blushed, remembering their movie night from a month prior. Suzanne's hand slipped onto Michelle's thigh and firmly caressed up the inside of her hulking leg. "I got something that needs to you fill it too!" Michelle admitted quietly, grinning madly as her face flushed crimson.

"And then we fucked each other's brains out, because we were both horny as fuck... but George does it for you, doesn't he?" Suzanne crooned lustily. "So, why don't we go find him and see if George prefers it when you grind or twerk?"

Before Michelle could object, Suzanne had scooped her arm behind Michelle's back and was ushering her off to the gallery. "Have fun!" Dan called after them, toasting them with his glass.

Suzanne stopped and looked back at Dan, suddenly feeling guilty for not including him. He nodded to the door the ladies had been headed to with a warm, encouraging smile. Suzanne's head cocked, gazing lovingly at him. She raised her hand to her mouth, kissed her fingers, plunged her hand to her crotch to erotically caress her tight, muscular cunt before finally blowing him a kiss.

"Come back soon!" Dan crooned, still beaming.

"Will do!" Suzanne promised.

A moment later, the ladies turned and strode through the festival, turning heads as they walked arm in arm. "How do you know if he even likes muscular women?" Michelle asked, her cheeks beginning to ache from her embarrassed grin.

"Pretty much everyone who gets invited to this thing is a female muscle fan." Suzanne confirmed, scanning the art gallery as they entered. "Nicolas likes to get to know people, so he can get talented people working on improving the visibility of muscular women in the media. Aha!" Suzanne explained, as she spotted her target amid one of the dozen little huddles. She also recognised a few other people in the group and a plan immediately formed in her mind.

Walking quietly up to the group, she slipped her arms around the waist and up the chest of one of the taller men in the circle, her head appearing on his shoulder. "And here I thought I'd vanquished you!" she teased, grinning.

"Suzanne! How are you!" The tall man responded, his voice booming as he spun and embraced her. "I didn't know you were coming this year! You missed a lot of the excitement last year, believe me!" Alan Judge had played the main antagonist in Valkyrie Ascendant and was very happy to see her. "Let me introduce you..."

Beaming at Alan's warm welcome, Suzanne beckoned Michelle into the circle, "Well, before we start on introductions, I hope Michelle Cole, the most muscular woman in the world needs no introduction?"

The group's reactions doubled, the group exchanging names, handshakes and a few hugs. Suzanne took a good look at the rest of the group in the excitement. The men present all seemed to be thrilled that she had appeared, but the faces of the two women in the group seemed to be putting on brave faces. Shaking hands with each of them in turn, Suzanne could feel the enmity from the pair of blonds she recognised from their reality show.

They weren't related, but looked as if they could be sisters. Their show was famous for two things; their strange fitness challenges as they toured countries around the world, and their constant bickering and arguing with each other. The second had quickly turned Suzanne off the show.

Suzanne manoeuvred Michelle to stand between herself and George, before launching into flattering stories about how Alan had been a gentleman on the set of their film. Alan returned the favour, explaining how Suzanne had stepped in when the film's personal trainer had fallen ill and had done double duty, training the cast and acting as well.

For all the butterflies in her stomach, Michelle could feel Suzanne working her magic, distracting the group as she slowly moved in front of Michelle. Behind the cover of Suzanne's impressive bulk, Michelle gently brushed her elbow against George's arm. "I'm sure she's just exaggerating." She whispered softly. "She doesn't do low budget productions. They'd have had the breast plate made big enough plenty in advance." she explained with a wink.

George turned his head to her and whispered back. "You don't think the production team would have been even a little challenged at having to make a breast plate big enough for her chest?" he queried with a sly grin.

Michelle shuddered bodily with lust as he gazed down at her. His masculine jaw, stout nose, pearly, perfect teeth, deep, tanned skin, and those perfect, confident, sparkling eyes... Michelle's hulking cunt lurched agape, her lips wet in moments, quivering for him.

For a second, Michelle was caught in the headlights. 'The fuck am I doing?!?' she snarled inwardly, furious at her own timidity. ' YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE? MICHELLE FUCKING COLE! ACT LIKE IT!'

A soft grunt slipped through Michelle's lips as she flexed her hulking pussy closed, each of her lips bulging with power like a fitness competitor's pumped biceps. With power, energy and self confidence flooding back into her, she slipped one wrist into her other hand and straightened her arms beneath her chest.

As her massive triceps exploded in size and definition, she flexed her mammoth pecs intensely. Her enormous, impossibly perky, I-cup breasts were pressed together, her cleavage swelling out by the second. His eyes were locked on her bust as it threatened to explode the dress from around her trembling breasts. "I'd say I know something about custom made attire from large chested women!" she breathed erotically.

He stared in awe for a few seconds before catching himself and blushing, shifting his pelvis around. "You'll have to forgive me." he whispered. Michelle's confidence sky rocketed. George was notoriously smooth when it came to chatting and flirting. "It's not often I'm surprised by a women of your impressive... stature."

Michelle returned her hands to her hips, flaring her elbows a little. "Well, it's not often you see a girl with such ample assets-" she gave her pecs a slow flex, her bust heaving up and slowly down like an ocean wave, "as well as the muscle to carry them so easily." she finished softly, subtly flexing her massive arms and shoulders to emphasise just how utterly huge, shredded and powerful she was.

She could already see his cock swelling in his pants. "So how it that such an impressive woman as yourself has never been in films? You're certainly beautiful enough to draw huge crowds and I can only guess how much dedication and drive it takes to build such a magnificent physique."

"Oh, of course you know how to build a body, master sergeant..." she cooed back, looking him up and down. His head dropped to his chest as he tried to stifle a laugh, blushing deeply. "And looking at the cut of your suit, I'd say you've put on a bit more mass since filming as that dashing commando..." her hands slipped inside his wrist, caressing gently up his forearm and back down again."

He smiled, gazing into her eyes with wonder and admiration. "Wow... that's some real keen eyesight you must have." his grin broadened. So did hers.

"You know, actually, I could use your eyes a moment. There's this one piece in here that I'd love your opinion on." She flicked her head over her shoulder. He turned and began to follow.

"I didn't take you for an art buff. Learn something new every day." He smiled, his voice deep and soft as he walked by her side. "What's it called?"

She was caught off guard, but thought quickly. "Peaks and Valleys." she replied casually as she scanned the room for a dark corner.

"Huh..." he replied thoughtfully. "Let me guess, it's a diorama, the artist has used a bunch of tiny things to represent the larger versions. Boulders for cliffs, Bonsai trees for regular trees, all the landscaping clearly made out of small stuff, but representing enormous real world objects. If that's it, then I can't give the artist any credit for originality 'cause I'm was able to think it up myself!" He finished with a flirtatious flick of his eyebrow, clearly letting her know he was joking.

He hadn't realised that he'd followed her into a secluded corner, behind a couple of temporary walls put up for the gallery. It was almost like Nicolas had intended his Festival have plenty of quiet areas for the guests to entertain each other.

"Nope. Take a look." she said, nodding behind him. He turned and saw a blank wall. Confused, he turned back... and grinned from ear to ear.

Michelle was standing with her arms low and her legs crouched, waiting for his gaze to return. With a long, breathy moan, she unfurled her huge, powerful arms extending them high and wide, before curling them in towards her massive shoulders. One foot slid out to one side, her colossal thighs spread wide, shuddering with an intense flex that showed off her phenomenal conditioning. "A sculpture that took years to build. A celebration of the enormity of life, it's excess and vibrancy. An ever shifting tapestry, energetic and agile." She fixed him with a sultry gaze.

She could see his cock throbbing through his pants as she shifted, gazing with awe and adoration at the goddess in front of him. "That's the most beautiful work of art I've ever seen!"

"And best of all? It's a tactile piece!" she said, curling her arms in as she stepped towards him. "A juxtaposition of the soft, pliant-" she leaned into him, pressing her enormous bust against his chest, "and yielding," she paused for effect, "against the powerful, firm-" she steadied his hips with her hands and pressed her crotch against his, "hungry!"

They could feel each other's pulse throbbing through their loins. "Holy-" he started, his hands beginning to slide up her hulking, shredded arms.

Her smile fell and she backed away a few inches at the sound of approaching footsteps. A small gaggle of drunken revellers had ambled into their dark, secluded patch. None of them seemed to notice this corner was taken.

Taking in a deep breath, Michelle played her hair behind her shoulders. "I feel like dancing!" she declared firmly, her smile returning. Her bust began to ease back against him, her hand slipping into his.

"What do you know, me too!" he quipped softly, his gaze back on her.

They followed the sounds of pounding music echoing down one of the corridors and emerged into yet another large hall, dance music filling the air.  The central dance floor was covered in a soft fog, smoke machines pumping a slow trickle of mist towards the middle from beneath a series of dangling curtains that penned in the main area. Laser lights filled the ceiling with colour, the darkness of the room changing in hue with their rainbow colours.

"Follow me!" Michelle declared, taking George's hand and guiding him around the crowd, plunging into the hanging curtains. Finding a suitably large 'ruffle' with space for them both to dance, she turned to him, pulling him close. "Ready?" she asked, already rhythmically grinding her powerful, busty frame against him.

"Mmm, rea-" his words were cut off as she pulled his head to her own and passionately kissed him. His hands slipped around her waist and seemed to cling on, as if worried she might leave. It took a few seconds of guiding his hands around her body before he seemed to wake up.

From that point, she was less dancing, and more flexing for him while he worshipped her. She presented the colossal thirty two inch peak of her biceps; he kissed, caressed and worshipped her massive, hulking arm. She showed him a colossal lat spread, her hulking seventy one inch chest shaking with power as she flexed; he buried his face in her cleavage, kissing up and down her shuddering pecs and heaving breasts as his hands squeezed and teased at the herculean boulders that were her deltoids.

He dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around her truly gargantuan thighs. With each of them measuring fifty one inches in circumference, it was no surprise that he couldn't wrap his arms all the way around her thick, bulging thighs. He began kissing up from the meaty overhangs of her medialis, desperately switching between legs as he kissed and massaged his way up. She loved the way it felt, his strong, warm fingers and lips teasing and worshipping their way in, over her sartorius muscles and ever closer to her wet, thickly-muscled cunt.

As he whipped up the bottom of her dress to gaze through the darkness at her crotch, her thumb slipped inside his mouth. She hinged over at the hips, stuffing his face between her breasts. As he manically groped and squeezed and worshipped the massive arms around his head and shoulders, she looked him in the eye. "Ah, ah, ah! You didn't say the magic word!" she teased.

Before he could protest, she pulled him to his feet and spun herself around, backing her huge, meaty ass into his throbbing crotch. As his hands shot to her hips, she took a hold of them, guiding them up and down her body. Rippling over her abs and obliques, teasing over her heaving bust, pulling back against her massive pecs to grind her massive lats and traps against himself, his worship only grew more fervent, more passionate.

The massive size of her glutes, rubbing and squeezing his swollen member through his pants only made him wilder. As her mammoth ass twerked erotically against his crotch, he kissed and squeezed her hulking, flexing muscles more.

As her hulking vulva shuddered in hungry, carnal frustration, she gave him one last chance to enjoy a massive rear double biceps pose. He gratefully accepted it with passionate, sensual worship, as Michelle decided where they would go to fuck.

Finally, she turned and pulled him close, smothering his chest with her bust and grinding her trembling cunt against his cock. He groaned, almost overwhelmed by her raw, sexual power. Rasing her head to gaze into his eyes, she breathed; "Let's go find somewhere quiet with a little more privacy! I want to show you more of-" she pushed her hips forward further, sliding her inner thighs out wide around him as her throbbing, muscular cunt flexed, swelling firmly around the sides of his cock. "-me!" she moaned, teasing him even more.

His hands snarled up on Michelle's waist as he stifled an odd grunt, "Fuck, no, no, no!" His hips shot back as he twisted his pelvis, leaving Michelle momentarily confused. He trembled for a moment before his hand shot into pants, snarling as he did.

'Oh my, he's not...' Michelle's eyes shot wide as she understood. 'Holy shit! I made him come! I'm too sexy for Film's most Fuckable!' Had she not practised keeping control of her libido at contests around the country, the surge of pride and self satisfaction would have had her cunt unleash a colossal orgasm there and then. As it was, her self discipline kicked in and she flexed her muscular sheath tightly, imposing her will on it, demanding calm, even as the euphoric energy filling her flesh surged into her bust, her nipples threatening to tear through her dress.

One hand still on her as she hunched over, trying to stop his come from pouring down his pant legs, she trembled with pride.

A few seconds later, she took his head in her hands and kissed him passionately, which did nothing to solve his issue. Then, she took his free hand and quickly walked towards the water closet, pulling him in tow. The crowd parted before her in the smoke and within moments they were off down another dim corridor. Plunging into one of many secluded wash rooms, she shut and locked the door behind them. Between the noise, smoke and dancing, she didn't think anyone had noticed what had happened.

She looked at him, still hunched over with a hand around  his manhood. "Uh... sorry... I uh..." he mumbled sheepishly, jamming a towel down his boxer shorts. "I don't-"

She stopped him again, a finger placed tenderly over his mouth. She shook her head with a smile and took a pace back. With an enormous effort, her body already massively pumped, she gave him one last, colossal flex. The hulking, shuddering presence of her four hundred and forty five pound frame shaking with unfathomable power in a massive abdominal and thigh pose made his cock shiver and spurt some more.

"Look at me!" she demanded, her voice a soft moan. His gaze swung up, even as his legs almost buckled out from under him. "The next time you see me, I'm gonna be even bigger." she pushed her body even more, peaking her muscles higher still. "Bustier, sexier, stronger!"

Her hands plunged to her crotch, smoothing over her dress back and pinning it against her tiny panties to expose the monstrous shape of her bulging, muscular lips. Flexing her powerful pussy as she teased the tight, throbbing nub of her clit, she stroked her thick, trembling lips sensuously with her fingers. "I'll can't wait to see what condition you'll be in!"

A few long moments later, she let her dress hang loose before kissing him on the lips and letting herself out of the room.

Stood in the corridor, she found herself alone, looking at a wall length mirror. Her massive reflection, exquisite beauty perched on a body that was all muscle and boob, perfectly sculpted, heaving and swelling with her every breath.

She grinned.

'You fucking GODDESS!' she thought, indulging herself in a monumental crab flex, revelling in the utter thickness, the power, the euphoria that was, being Michelle Cole.

Deeply aroused, her pussy dripping wet, she gave it an affectionate caress. 'Good girl!' she thought, lavishing praise on her most intimate muscles. Before she could lose herself any further, she decided to go back and find Dan and Suzanne and see how they were getting on.


...


Kelly's jaw dropped. The mansion estate she was pulling up to was far larger than she'd been expecting it to be. Her pulse quickened at the idea of finding her way inside such a grand, unfamiliar locale. Even so, it did nothing to dampen her excitement at the thought of telling the others that she'd be in the super-heavyweight division in just three months time.

Slipping a twenty out of her garter wallet and passing it to the cabbie, she quickly stepped out into the cold night air, almost glad to feel some relief on her skin. A few flakes of snow fell onto her skin, melting instantly from the furnace like heat from her massive frame and high metabolism. "That's better. Beats being stuck in the cab with the heater on full blast." she mused quietly. She smiled, looking up into the dark sky at the soft dusting of snow falling from the clouds.

"There she is!" a familiar voice called.

Kelly looked back down to see Suzanne, hands on hips, oozing swagger, waiting for her in front of a small building. "Hey!" she replied, almost skipping over to wrap her arms around Suzanne.

Since their 'altercation' a few months back, Suzanne had made great strides, not only in terms of her building her pussy, but in overcoming her insecurities about it. Of late, Suzanne made sure to squeeze Kelly tight into her clutches when ever they embraced. Kelly loved that Suzanne ensured that both pairs of their lips were pressed tightly together, kissing and writhing erotically and sensually together.

"Now I trust you've remembered your invite?" Suzanne teased. "Albert won't let you in without it you know!" she joked, fixing Kelly with a mischievous grin.

Even as Kelly was delving for her invite by her inner thigh, a raucous laugh burst out from the gentleman stood by the statuesque ladies. "Oh, ho ho ho! I recognise Kelly Sandhurst, model and recent winner of the Newcomer event! Albert Cummings, glad to make your acquaintance!" he beamed, extending a hand.

"Oh! Well! Lovely to meet you too!" Kelly replied with enthusiasm.

"Please, do make your way inside. It wouldn't do for Mr Ginolat's guests to catch cold out here!" he said, gesturing an arm towards the manor.

"Why thank you!" Kelly replied, giving him a little curtsy that spread her massive legs out, causing them to ripple with power. "I'd be delighted!"

Suzanne slipped her arm into Kelly's and set off up the drive once more. "Thanks Al!" He laughed and doffed his hat as they sauntered off.

"And I thought Michelle's place was big! This place is... wow!" Kelly said, starstruck by the sheer scale of it.

Suzanne gave a soft chuckle. "Well, just like your fabulous dress, give it a few months and I'm sure you'll have outgrown it!" she said, flirtatiously flexing her arm around Kelly's. As Kelly looked back, blushing at the compliment, Suzanne looked her up and down approvingly. "I swear, you get bigger every day. Gonna have to pick up the pace if I don't want you overtaking me!"

Kelly giggled, lovingly squeezing back against Suzanne's hulking limb. "It'll be a while before there's any risk of that!" she cooed back. "But so long as I have the best training partners? You bet that's where I'm shooting for!"

The pair giggled softly, striding in lockstep with one another towards the mansion. "So, is today's outing still a secret or are we allowed to ask about it?"Suzanne asked with a sly edge.

Kelly's smile beamed, her cheeks flushing red. "I'll tell everyone about it once we're inside." she replied, barely keeping herself from squealing with joy and telling Suzanne then and there.

"Ooh! So it sounds like good news then." Kelly blushed even harder. "Alright Miss Coy! Keep me in suspense." A thought struck Suzanne. "Oh, but you've got to go see the host before you go running off through the festival." Suzanne explained, wondering if Nicolas would be back in the drawing room.

As Kelly politely declined a glass of champagne from the eager concierges in the lobby, Suzanne pulled her along and once again strode into the drawing room in search of Nicolas. This time, to no avail. Her eyes swept across the room, returning various smiles from the plethora of admirers spread throughout the crowd.

"Isabella!" Kelly squeaked, darting from Suzanne's side to a corner of the room.

Isabella was sprawled on one of the many couches, being waited on by a pair of the concierges. It took her a moment to look up and realise where the voice had come from. When she saw Kelly, her face lit up with a mixture of confusion and delight. "Kelly?" She blurted, swinging her thick legs around off the couch and bursting to her feet.

The pair hugged each other, both surprised to see each other. "It's been so long since I saw you! How's the charity going?" Kelly asked.

"Uh, good. Great!" Isabella replied. "Wait..." Isabelle seemed to need a moment to take everything in. "Last time I saw you, you were a slim, little babe, bikini modelling for all those fancy ass magazines. You did my charity fun run three years ago, running through the snow in a one piece, a sarong and sandals! How the hell have you put on all this in three years?" She asked, visibly aroused.

Suzanne hadn't realised the two knew each other and sidled up with a grin, folding her arms, excited to hear about Kelly's past with Isabella.

Blushing again, Kelly explained simply; "Well, I've actually only been training for two of those."

"Fuck off!" Isabella exclaimed. "Sorry, excuse my language, but there's no way-" she paused, realising Suzanne was grinning ear to ear as she listened. Then a thought dawned on Isabella. "Wait, no!" Her eyes flicked madly between Kelly and Suzanne. "Dan is YOUR trainer?" A shudder of lust pulsed up through her loins. "Holy fuck, I'm gonna have him over every day and get so fucking huge!" She looked as if she was on the verge of orgasm already.

With a chuckle Kelly sympathetically explained that; "Dan's time is gonna be pretty monopolised for the next few months, Pro-Flexpo coming up and all." She shrugged, her dress straining around her chest as her massive, chiselled shoulders and traps bunched up. The heaving of Kelly's GG cup breasts obviously caught Isabella's attention.

Her gaze now seemingly stuck assessing Kelly's bust, she conceded; "Alright... but if he has a single day to spare, you send him my way! I can't believe how much bigger you got." She looked up at Kelly with a knowing smile. "And give me the name of your surgeon. They look super natural."

"Hey, these are all me too! Head to toe all natural!" Kelly said, somewhere between blushing at the compliment and being playfully defensive.

"Fu-" Isabella literally bit her tongue to stop herself swearing again. "Come on, don't lie to me, tell me their name, I'll keep it a secret!" Kelly laughed, her face flushing redder and redder. "I can tell, you know! Silicone can feel great-" she pushed her chest out with pride, "-but it never quite feels the same as the real thing. You gonna tell me they're real, I'm gonna check!"

Kelly pushed out her own chest, her dress trembling around her massive chest. "Go ahead!" she dared, her voice a sultry whisper.

Without skipping a beat, Isabella's hands were smoothing over Kelly's outrageously firm, pert breasts. "There's always an edge where real flesh meets the silicone implants-" Isabella started, her fingers teasing around the outsides of Kelly's breasts. When her fingers reached Kelly's solid, hulking pecs, she stopped, confused... and retraced her finger's steps.

Her perfect caramel features scrunching up with confusion, her hands began to sweep rapidly around Kelly's bust, her fingers teasing and kneading at the pert, voluptuous breasts presented to her. Kelly's head cocked, confidently and questioningly, awaiting Isabella's epiphany.

"What the fuck!" Isabella at last exclaimed, much louder than she had intended. "How the fuck is that possible? You taking something? Hormones? How-" she stopped as Kelly slipped her hands behind Isabella's strong, capped shoulders and pulled their busts sensuously together.

"When Dan does come to give you some training, what ever he tells you, no matter how tired you are, no matter how much you want to stop for water or food, no matter how much you ache?" She pulled her a little tighter, their busts squeezing erotically together. "You lift, you pump, you shred. No half measures. You hear me?" She asked,

Suzanne giggled as Isabelle nodded and then buried her face into Kelly's cleavage. "Nicolas is going to kick himself when he realises he's missing this you know!" she teased.

Isabella smiled knowingly. "Well, after our little chat earlier, we were both in the mood, so I gave him his favourite treat!" she said, erotically caressing her thick, powerful inner-thighs. "He's sleeping."

Suzanne looked at the new dress Isabella was wearing. "Is that what happened to your other dress?" she asked.

"He's a passionate man." she confirmed. "Hold on..." she said, spinning around to pick up her phone from the table. Flicking it into video mode, she began taking a video of herself. "Honey? You know how I wanted Michelle to co-star with Suzanne on Valkyrie's sequel?" she asked breathily to camera, biting her lower lip. "Well, there's another beauty you need to write into the film. Last time you saw her you said she'd look great with another hundred pounds of muscle on her? Well..."

She stepped next to Kelly, kissing her on the cheek. "She outdid that by so much!" As Isabella batted her eyes at Kelly, she obligingly flexed an arm, her colossal, shredded biceps bunching up like a cannon ball, her veins thickening across its surface in moments.

Suzanne quickly appeared behind Kelly in soft, pecking dozens of kisses across the top of Kelly's bulging peak. "She's so beautiful and strong and sexy!" she confirmed to camera. "Look at us side by side!" Suzanne confirmed, quickly throwing up a massive ab and thigh pose.

Kelly leapt into pose to mirror Suzanne as Isabella stepped back to get them both in frame. The two super-heavyweight women strained, flexing their shredded, colossal muscles, both of them ready to burst out of their dresses.

"Side chest." Suzanne whispered, and the pair again flowed into the new pose, back to back, straining and bulging, putting on a magnificent show.

Isabella moaned in awe, and after a few more seconds of filming, turned the camera back on herself. "You're putting all of these women in the movie or we're getting a divorce!" she said, ending the film somewhat abruptly. Shifting her weight excitedly from one leg to the other, Isabella paced over to the ladies and kissed each of them on the lips. "Forgive me, I have to go wake up my husband. He has another dress to tear me out of!"

With barely a wave, she turned away and scurried off for the private rooms once again.

Suzanne and Kelly looked at each other and laughed. "Come on, I'll give you the tour and show you where we've been sitting!" Suzanne giggled, slipping her arm inside Kelly's once more and walking off to explore the festival.

...


Dan had been sat by himself for some time, organising his calender on his phone and going over notes for various clients. He started when Michelle roughly sat down at their booth. She sat panting for a few seconds, before flipping the bottom of her dress over one leg, plucking the latest bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and placing it against the crotch of her panties.

Dan wasn't quite sure what to say, Michelle panting softly at the end of the couch. He saved his notes and put his phone away before scooting along the seating, resting his shoulder affectionately against hers. "So... did things not go okay with George?" he asked softly.

She took in a huge breath, a let out a long sigh. "We talked. He was cute and sweet and funny. We danced. I started flexing, he started worshipping. I started grinding, twerking, flexing, we were having fun and..." she turned her head to look at Dan. "And he got a little over-excited."

"Oh..." Dan replied sympathetically.

"So now that I'm all worked up, just bear in mind that when we get home, I'm gonna be extra affectionate with the three of you." Her hand slipped onto his thigh, caressing towards his crotch. "Think you'll have the energy to give my pussy a hard, thorough work out? Because I've gotta tell you, she's ravenously hungry for something filling..." A tremor of lust quaked up from her toes, through her massive legs, shuddering through her core and into her chest. "Oh for f-"

She pressed her shoulders forward, trapping the cork in her ample cleavage before arching her back and lifting her chest up. The cork popped immediately and she brought the bottle to her lips, upending it and draining half of the sweet, bubbling contents down her throat. Gasping for breath, she replaced the icy glass by her crotch. "Ravenous indeed!" he replied.

"Hi!" Kelly's voice sang unexpectedly from over Michelle's shoulder. In an instant, Michelle and Dan were up and crowding around Kelly, showering her with hugs and kisses. Kelly's pulse pounded with excitement, more nervous than she could recall having ever been. "Alright, alright, before anyone sits down, I have a big announcement."

She looked between Suzanne, Michelle and Dan, biting her lip between her pearly teeth. She steeled herself to give them all her news. "Assuming I don't miss any tests... and everything comes back alright... and I don't lose any weight..." her eyes flicked between her expectant lovers, "All three hundred and eleven pounds of me has qualified for the super-heavyweight category at the Pro-Flexpo in three months!"

Suzanne and Michelle both yelped with joy, throwing themselves around Kelly in an orgy of laughter and hugs. "Holy shit that's so amazing!" Michelle exclaimed, tearing up for Kelly.

"And I thought my story was gonna be the big news of the night! That's so amazing Kelly! I'm so happy for you!" Suzanne blurted, her words flowing as free as the alcohol through her veins.

Kelly cocked a quizzical grin at Suzanne. "What did you do?"

Suzanne began to blush. "Well... you know those two blonds who do fitness challenges around the world while ragging on each other?"

"Oh, Cindi and Candi? Yeah, I saw them when... yeah, go on." Michelle replied, blushing again.

"Well, they wouldn't stop bitching at each other after you left, they got into an argument and I tried to get them both to calm down. And when they got obnoxious and aggressive towards me, thinking they could overpower me, I got dominant. Let's just say, that unintentionally, they got real submissive all over my quads while I was restraining the pair of them." The other three laughed with surprise. "They calmed right down after that." Suzanne finished with a smirk.

"I made George come in his pants because my dancing was too sexy!" Michelle shared, making the ladies laugh some more. "Wow, champagne really goes to your head huh!"

"Well, I don't have any gossip, but I'm so proud of you babe!" Dan said, slipping Kelly's hands into his own." He tenderly leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, their arms sliding around each other as they passionately kissed.

As they stopped to look lovingly into each others eyes, Suzanne added, "Oh, and we're all gonna be film stars too!"

"Alright, alright, joking aside, I'm too horny to just sit or stand around. I feel like my libido's about to hulk out and send me on a rampage and I'm gonna wreck this place and everyone in it. I wanna go dance and burn off some of this energy. Suze, I know this place is your thing, so we'll follow you! Show us all a great time!"

Suzanne beamed, puffing her chest out as she swelled with confidence. "Alright, let's hit the buffet, show Kelly how good the food is here. Then the bar, get our asses nice and merry. I might take a dip in the jacuzzi. I don't mind ruining the dress as I plan on growing out of it in a few months. Then dry off on the dance floor, making the crowd jealous! See how many A list stars want to feel me up!" She moaned erotically as she gave the group a crab flex, pumping her arms in a show of phenomenal power. "Though let's face it, who could blame them?"

"Just remember to save some energy for after we get home, alright? I want us all to fuck each other's brains out while we get a massive pump on in the gym and burn off the alcohol we've drunk tonight." she cooed, pressing herself against Suzanne.

Suzanne smiled, her gaze swinging to Kelly. "Can you think of any better ideas to celebrate your official Super-heavyweight status?"

Kelly looked between the three of them. "Than a wild, glitzy party, fancy food and drink followed by mind-blowing sex with my favourite three people in the world?" Her eyes settling on Suzanne, a mischievous grin set on her face. "Lead the way, oh mighty Valkyrie!"


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