Daisy (a classic growth story)

[Elmanouche]

XIII
   Daisy walked through the parking lot, and her fragile calm shattered. She saw the man from the grocery aisle, who was leaning against a car, looking at her with a sly grin and a dark, predatory stare. All the warmth Juliet had given her faded away in an instant, replaced by a deep-seated fear. She sped up, taking furtive glances. What if he followed her? What if he found out where she lived?
   Down the street, she didn't see him, but now her anxiety was on hyperdrive. Daisy compulsively looked over her shoulder; she felt like everyone was staring at her. And when she turned a corner, she saw a man across the street who looked eerily like Bruce. Her heart skipped a painful beat, she trembled violently, and she rushed home, slamming the door and twisting the locks shut behind her. She didn't even empty her grocery bags; she simply collapsed and curled up on her sofa.
   Breathing heavily, close to sweating and shaking, she grabbed her phone, seeing a wall of message notifications—she'd forgotten she had the sound turned off. She opened the InstaSnap app and looked at her DMs. Most were asking the same intrusive questions the man in the store had, some messages were blatantly insulting accusations, and others were just suspicious or venomous. Tears slowly poured down her emerald eyes.
   In the mass of those hate-filled private messages, one stood out. It was from Anastacia herself.
"Hey, I fear some of the meatheads in my community are going nuts over you for growing 26 kg in 3 months. They forget I nearly did the same last year. They forget what clean, smart work looks like.
Anyway, I sincerely apologize for the trouble. If it helps, know that I absolutely believe you're clean; your muscles don't lie. You have that look.
Piece of advice though: disable your DMs. I can tell you, it's way less trouble for your head.
I'm sorry again. I hope you're okay, and I can't wait to compete against you soon! — Anastacia"

   Daisy sniffed, took a deep, shaky breath, deleted all messages except for Anastacia's, and instantly disabled DMs on her account. She then checked her SMS, all from Asaf. The last one asked:
"Hun, are you ok?"
"No," was her immediate, blunt reply.
Daisy was starting to hyperventilate, the knot in her stomach tightening into pain and nausea. Her phone rang.
"Daisy?" said Asaf's concerned voice.
And she burst into helpless sobs.
"Okay, okay, Daisy, hear me out," Asaf said, walking out of his office to a more private place, his voice as soothing and composed as he could make it. "Breathe. Remember your therapy... Set yourself into meditation posture..."
"I think I saw Bruce..." She managed to cry out, gasping for air.
"It can't be, Daisy, and you know it. He's in jail, and we will be informed of his release. You're at home, and you locked the door, right?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Therefore, you are safe, right now," his voice deepened, pouring all his love and focus into the connection. "Listen to my voice. Take the meditation posture and breathe through your belly."
   Daisy already felt marginally better as she mentally followed the instructions, shifting into the grounding posture she had learned so many times in therapy.
"Okay..." Her voice was no longer sobbing.
"Good. Breathe in... breathe out," he guided her, taking a few deep, steady breaths himself. "Now, can you tell me what happened?"
Daisy recounted the grocery store encounter and the rush of venomous DMs. Asaf punctuated the story only with his deep, bass voice to let her know he was listening.
"That is a badass punchline, though: 'If you don't want to find out how I got my black belts, let go of me,'" he repeated, and she let out a small, weak laugh.
"Haha, I guess it was," she said, wiping tears from her cheeks.
"Daisy, you are strong. You have more muscle than most men, and you can defend yourself. You're the badassest girl I know!"
"'Badassest'? Is that the best you could find?" she laughed properly this time.
"Right. Toughest?"
"Yeah..."
"Sexiest!"
"Maybe?"
"Hottest. Strongest. Most desirable."
"Hey, that's your libido talking there."
"And what if it is? Doesn't it make you feel better?"
"Yes, it does. Thank you, my love."
"Want me to take the rest of the afternoon off to be home with you?"
"No, no, I'll be fine. I'll ask Yumi to come over, and/or I'll probably vent this out in another grueling workout. Thank you for thinking about it."
"Don't mention it. Love you, Daisy."
"Love you, my little rock... Wait."
She was about to hang up when she saw an unread email addressed to her social media contact, seemed like everything was to happen today.
"I just got an email from the NY Sports Institute," she announced, her voice shifting back to a focused tone.
"Oh? What is it about?"
"I transferred it to your personal account. It's about doing some research on me... We'll talk about it tonight."
"Okay. See you tonight."

Daisy hung up and let out a long sigh, letting her body sink into the sofa. She opened her mail app and read the significant email again.
"Dear Ms. Connelly,

We hope this message finds you well. We, a team of researchers at the NY Sports Institute and NY University Hospital, are reaching out to you regarding your remarkable physiological abilities, particularly your extraordinary muscle growth observed in your recent InstaSnap posts.

Our preliminary observations suggest that your response to training stimuli far exceeds established norms, presenting a unique opportunity to advance scientific understanding of human performance and maybe provide hints to fight muscular atrophy. We believe that a thorough examination conducted in collaboration with our institute could provide valuable insights.

Specifically, we would like to invite you to participate in a comprehensive evaluation, including:
- Metabolic and hormonal profiling
- Genetic sequencing for markers associated with hypertrophy
- Imaging and functional analysis of musculoskeletal tissues
- Performance assessments under controlled conditions

We want to emphasize that your participation would be entirely voluntary, and all procedures would be conducted with the highest ethical standards and respect for your privacy. Our objective is not only to safeguard your health but also to explore the scientific significance of your unique physiology.

Should you be open to this collaboration, we would be delighted to arrange the logistics at your convenience. Please let us know if you would like further details or have any concerns.

Of course, until an official publication has been made regarding this research, whether you agree or not to join us, you are not allowed to speak about it publicly.

With respect and anticipation,

Dr. Emily Wickfield
Lead Researcher, Human Performance Division
NY Sports Institute."

"Well, at least some are believing I don't juice." She noted, before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

[Elmanouche]

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XIV
   Earlier in the month, Daisy had agreed to participate in a research study at the NY Sports Institute. After an initial appointment to handle logistics and explain the extensive procedure, she spent two full days there – mid-April – undergoing a battery of tests, specialized workouts, full-body scanners, and metabolic monitoring. At the conclusion of the tests, Dr. Wickfield informed Daisy that she was deeply impressed by her extraordinary stamina and couldn't wait to analyze the comprehensive data they had gathered. Ultimately, Dr. Wickfield estimated they wouldn't have any meaningful conclusions to present for at least two months, even though some initial results had already stood out as highly unusual. She added that they might call Daisy for some additional tests if new events arose.
   Meanwhile, the initial social media storm had cooled into a steady, persistent growth. Daisy was getting accustomed to the rapid expansion of her community, which was slowly approaching twenty million followers. Her income had increased proportionally, forcing her to officially change her business status so she could hire a community manager. Day by day, the name Daisy Connelly was solidifying into a powerful, recognizable brand.
   While a few stubborn comments about juicing or cheating still surfaced, they were marginalized. After Anastacia Valenskaya made a public statement in a post confirming her belief that Daisy was legitimate and that she was thrilled someone like her existed, the hardcore haters slowly faded into the massive tide of Daisy's admirers.

Four months since the beginning of her journey, Daisy's anabolic drive was still stunning. She had added an incredible twelve kilos of lean mass in the last month alone, hitting 102 kilograms on the scale. Her breasts had receded to barely existent pectorals, her shoulders had broadened into massive, spherical caps, and her entire physique was transforming into a monumental fortress. After her monthly progress update, she posted a comprehensive FAQ.

"Hello again!
Many of you have asked me about my training schedule, my meals, or my usual day planning.
The truth is, unlike other bodybuilders who plan everything down to the minute, I mostly listen to my body, how I feel, and simply go with the flow.

I lift weights 2 to 4 hours a day, split into one or two workouts, nearly every day.
My recovery seems exceptional, allowing me to manage two workouts a day every other day.
When I feel truly depleted, I take a rest day; this happens roughly every ten days.

Also, one frequent question was about my longest single workout.
The answer is 5 hours and 20 minutes, with only protein shakes for breaks.
My lifting is roughly balanced at 65% strength focus and 35% mass training.
The most crucial thing I focus on is the impeccable form of my reps.

On top of that, I maintain my martial arts training: one to two hours, three days a week.
The time previously dedicated to perfecting Jujitsu and Taekwondo techniques has been
partly replaced by lifting, but I still manage to make steady, incremental progress.

About food... I eat so much it's frankly nuts. 5 to 6 meals a day, roughly 8,000 to 10,000 calories.
Like with my workouts, I listen to my body and eat when I'm hungry. I don't have a strict diet regimen,
Though I do eat healthy, whole foods for the most part. It truly seems that anything I consume goes straight into my muscles.
For supplements, I use whey protein, mostly strawberry or vanilla; I'm not so fond of chocolate.

My typical day looks like this:
I wake up around 6 AM – no alarm is needed; this is not absolute.
Then, a little protein-rich snack, followed by a workout.
At roughly 9 AM, a big breakfast.
From 10 AM to 11:30 AM is dedicated to administrative tasks and social media management.
At noon, a big lunch.
From 1 PM to 2 PM, a short, mandatory nap.
From 2 PM to 4 PM is either my second workout, martial arts training, or cardio.
This is also the window when I do my live workouts with Yumi, as you've noticed.
At 4:30 PM, afternoon meal.
After that, it's free time, with dinner at 6:30/7 PM and, most importantly, time for my man.
I easily sleep up to 10 hours a night, but I minimally require 8 hours, so I go to bed no later than 10 PM.

Voilà! I hope this answered some of your questions. Don't hesitate if I missed anything.

Don't forget I'll be competing in the NY Bodybuilding Challenge in three days! If you can, come cheer me up!

Until then, take care of yourselves!"

   The competition was tomorrow, and it was just an hour away from their home. Daisy and Asaf were relaxing on the sofa, watching a movie. Daisy was dressed in the bare minimum: a once-loose t-shirt now stretched to its limit, clinging desperately to the breadth of her shoulders and the huge girth of her 50 cm biceps. The fabric strained with every subtle flex, her torso a living sculpture of dense power. Her panties only emphasized the sheer, overwhelming mass of her thighs, each one thick and solid enough to rival Asaf's chest in circumference.
   While the television flickered in front of them, Daisy idly worked her grip strength, her forearms swelling and hardening in a hypnotic rhythm, ropes of veins snaking across the surface as her biceps alternated between bulging peaks and relaxed, heavy muscle. Asaf barely registered the movie; his world had narrowed to the breathtaking canvas of her body. His head rested against the dense cushion of her shoulder. One hand traced along her forearm, fingers gliding over the ridges of corded muscle, feeling them twitch and dance beneath her skin.
   Unable to resist the pull of her strength, his touch wandered upward to the thick swell of her biceps, where he pressed his palm against the hardened curve, marveling at its immovable density. His fingertips skimmed across the subtle striations of her beefy pectorals, rising and falling with her steady breath, then slid down to her thighs, where the sheer expanse of muscle made his small hand look fragile and delicate. Daisy let out a sighing moan, her hips bucking ever so slightly in invitation. She turned her head to look at Asaf in the eyes, before kissing him, pushing her thick, voluptuous lips onto his, shifting her 102 kilograms of power over his lap.
   She ripped her t-shirt off in a fit of sudden passion. He moaned at the sight of her massive, exposed upper body and wriggled himself out of his pants. Soon, his hands were scrambling over the striated, bulging mass of her pecs. They kissed again and again, panting, feverish, as she effortlessly pulled her panties off. His twenty-eight centimeter shaft was rigid, throbbing, waiting.
   Only the sounds of the television, their grunts, and their moans could be heard in the living room; there was no need for words when they knew each other so well. Soon, a precise, powerful buck of his hips pushed his heat against her swollen labia, and she powerfully – yet slowly – impaled herself onto his tool with a low, mutual, guttural moan escaping their lips. Asaf's hands found the flexing mass of her glutes, and he pushed in rhythm to Daisy's own powerful thrusts, his huge cock drilling deeper and deeper into her matching, receiving vagina. She wrapped her massive arms around his small chest, pulling him tight against her hard pectorals, and they kissed until they came in sync, yelping moans escaping their lips. Now enjoying the aftermath, Daisy was squeezing his little frame in her arms, Asaf kissing and groping every inch of the striated, bulging muscle he could reach.

   That was what Daisy meant by 'time for my man'. Since she started weightlifting, her libido had slowly increased, matching the rising lust in Asaf's eyes. They would indulge in sex almost daily and anywhere: kitchen, living room, bedroom, bathroom. Most of the time, they didn't ask; it just happened. Daisy had always been bigger and stronger than Asaf, but their size difference had never been explicitly a turn-on for her; it just made her feel safe with him, knowing he could never physically dominate her. It was now becoming a central element of their arousal. The bigger and stronger she became, the more fragile Asaf felt in her arms, and the hornier she would be. Daisy now wanted to be the biggest, the strongest she could be – for him, for herself, and for the powerful, intimate dynamic they shared.

[quick]

I've gotta say, this is my favorite story I've read in quite some time. I can't wait for it to continue!

[Elmanouche]

XV
   On the contest day, Daisy and Asaf arrived at the convention center. This State championship was a much grander affair than the local one they had attended. They were immediately impressed to see a significant crowd, carefully guided by security barriers toward the entrance. An exclusive aisle for contestants coursed through the small gathering, and they could see some athletes signing autographs, already enjoying a taste of fame.
   When Daisy stepped onto that contestant path, holding her large sports bag, she was instantly recognized by the public. The crowd immediately pressed against the fence, erupting into a clamor, calling her name.
"Daisy! Daisy, please, an autograph! We love your videos!"
Daisy and Asaf were stunned, and Daisy laughed, a rush of disbelief and elation washing over her.
"Alright, alright! I wasn't... expecting this," she said, smiling broadly, finally processing the reality that she was now a bona fide celebrity. "I don't even have a pen."
"Here!" shouted a man, immediately handing his marker over the fence.
"Thanks! I'll start with you then. What's your name?"
"Bernard."
She started signing his poster panel.
"I'll keep this while I do my autograph round. Don't go too far so you can get it back..."
Bernard simply nodded, his eyes shining with pure joy at meeting her in person.
Her bag – heavy with oil, posing suit, and accessories – started getting in the way. She turned to Asaf.
"Love, can you take my bag and save me a spot inside, please? Seems like this will take a bit."
"Sure! Give me that."
Daisy handed him the bag, holding it effortlessly with one hand. Asaf immediately nearly tripped over when taking it, grunting as he struggled to hoist the significant weight onto his shoulder. Daisy chuckled, the contrast between her strength and his smaller frame always a thrilling sight.
"I'm good!" he called out, walking down the path, visibly struggling under the load.
Daisy looked at Asaf walking with a hungry, loving gaze, then refocused on the task at hand.
"Alright, next?"
She resumed her crowd bath, signing as fast as she could, posing for selfies, and soaking up the adoration.

   Meanwhile, Asaf entered the locker room, the heavy bag finally resting on the floor. He looked around in awe. The room was a massive display of elite musculature, filled with bodybuilders changing, each one bigger and more developed than the last, men and women alike. Muscles were bulging, flexing, and grunting everywhere. He felt a dizzying mix of arousal and intimidation. He quickly noticed the lockers had been assigned and focused on finding Daisy's.
   Asaf spotted her name across an aisle and quickly made his way over, the locker key clinging to his hand. He unpacked her gear. Then, he looked around while waiting for Daisy, the room a constant parade of hyper-developed physiques. He was slowly getting flustered by all the sheer beef on display and turned his focus back to his phone, seeking a distraction.
Daisy arrived just a few minutes later, still flushed with excitement.
"There you are!" she said, pecking his lips quickly.
"How was it?"
"Terrific. I never thought I'd be... appreciated so much."
"You're a source of inspiration for millions, love."
"So I've seen... Alright, let's get ready."
   Daisy started stripping off her clothes, revealing the striated landscape of her 102-kilogram physique before dressing in her tiny, skimpy bikini. Asaf watched, his eyes roaming the hard ridges and sweeping curves of her solid muscle.
"You're so incredibly cut compared to others here," he whispered, noticing the difference in conditioning.
She looked around the room.
"Yeah, I guess I am. To think I don't even diet strictly... it feels like I have a cheat code," she whispered back, leaning in close. "I genuinely can't wait to get those results from the Institute."

   On the stage, Daisy delivered a performance that transcended the State level. She was still placed in the middleweight class, but given her unprecedented bulk, extreme density, and razor-sharp definition, she won the category hands down. Her competitors looked comparatively soft and blocky next to her perfectly conditioned, aesthetically pleasing mass.
   But the victory didn't end there. Daisy proceeded to win the Overall Title, triumphing over the heavyweight and super-heavyweight class winners – two towering man whose immense mass was softened by slightly higher body fat – and a small, shredded woman from the lightweight category. Her mind-boggling condition, superior symmetry, and mature muscular development – achieved in just four months – truly shone under the spotlight. Her physique was not just big but artfully sculpted. The judges awarded her the title unanimously, a testament to her genetic anomaly and relentless work ethic.
   After the official venue ceremony, Daisy was immediately surrounded by a flock of journalists, a first for her, and she handled the impromptu press conference with a confident, victorious grace. Her pro card was now officially in her hand, and the path to superstardom had just been bulldozed wide open.

[Elmanouche]

Hello,

Here's one more, I'm slowly catching up to where I stand in my writing - just started chapter XXI - I'm lacking time.
I'll do my best.

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XVI
   Life for Daisy settled into a rigorous, almost hyper-anabolic routine: sleep, work out, social media management, eat, repeat. She continued to pile colossal slabs of lean muscle onto her frame week after week, with her strength increasing, sometimes on a daily basis. With the NY Powerlifting Championship (NYPC) scheduled for the end of May, Daisy shifted her focus toward pure, absolute strength. By mid-May, she noticed that the equipment in her home gym was beginning to feel insufficient for her rapidly advancing lifts. She reached out to Barbell & Co, inquiring about heavier gears, to which they eagerly responded, approving her request and promising to send a custom selection of heavier plates and specialized bars.
   Not long after, she received a call from Dr. Emily Wickfield at the NY Sports Institute. The research team urgently needed new measures to track her continued, unprecedented growth and collect fresh data on her physiological anomaly. Daisy gladly obliged.

   Two days before her powerlifting competition, Daisy arrived at the sports institute. She was already keenly aware that another shopping trip with Yumi was overdue, as her shirt was now severely straining against her bulging 55 cm biceps. She settled into the waiting room, casually testing the limits of her clothes and enjoying the feeling of the implacable thickness of her huge lats pushing her arms slightly outward, when a professional voice interrupted her reverie.
"Wow, Daisy, you are quite the beast," a woman said, her voice filled with genuine admiration.
Daisy turned around and offered a blush and a confident smile.
"Oh, hello, Dr. Wickfield."
"Emily, please," the doctor corrected, shaking Daisy's hand – her grip instantly feeling dwarfed.
"Right, sorry. How are you?"
"Haha, I'm very much fine, thank you, but I should be asking you that, Daisy. Your reputation precedes you."
   They walked into a dedicated lab room, filled with advanced lab equipment, a specialized electronic scale, and complex analytical gear Daisy didn't recognize. A lab assistant was working behind a console.
"I'm fine as well, Emily, better than ever."
"Excellent! Daisy, this is an intern from the university hospital, Layla Viccard. She'll be assisting me today."
"Hello! Nice to meet you," said Daisy, extending a friendly hand.
The mousy brunette girl blushed intensely and took the offered hand, her eyes immediately drifting over Daisy's spectacular, sculptural physique.
"H-hello..." Layla managed to whisper.
Dr. Wickfield smiled at the brief, awkward interaction and turned back to the athlete.
"Alright, let's get started. Daisy, would you please strip down to your underwear and step onto the scale?"
"Of course!"
  Without hesitation, Daisy slowly pulled on her shirt, peeling the fabric off her granite-hard frame, long gone was her insecurity about her body. Her blonde hair flowed over her broad, spherical shoulders, her thick muscles flexing and bulging with every movement. Daisy could see from the corner of her eyes that the young intern, Layla, was not missing one second of the show. She then kicked off her shoes and tugged down her pants, revealing her bulbous, ripped glutes and corded, tree-trunk legs in her tiny briefs.
"I don't wear bras anymore, I'm afraid..." Daisy said, her pectorals throbbing with definition as she stepped onto the scale.
"Don't worry, Daisy, I can certainly see why you don't," replied a giggling Emily. "Your muscular growth is truly a biological spectacle."
A small blip rang in the room, indicating the scale had finished its measure.
"Let's see... One hundred and fourteen kilograms. And an unprecedented eight percent body fat! Goodness, that's twenty more kilos of lean mass than your last visit a month and a half ago, and your body fat has dropped three full points."
"Yeah, it's genuinely like the more I train or eat, the more lean muscle mass I gain," Daisy said casually, flexing her biceps. Layla's eyes visibly bulged out at the sudden density.
"That's what I gathered from your FAQ post. It's quite interesting how you document your journey."
"I don't tell my community everything. For instance, I don't diet, and I barely need to stretch – my muscles are simply never sore. I honestly feel like I could work out all day, but I don't because I have a life to manage."
Emily looked at Daisy, deep in thought, then turned to Layla. "Take her muscle group sizes, Layla, please. Measure everything."
"O-Okay...!" the usually mousy girl replied, now sounding much too eager.

   Layla, petite and curvy with long black hair tied in a messy bun, stood before the sculptural titan that was Daisy. Her hand, trembling slightly, took the measuring tape and began.
"Sixty-five centimeter shoulder width," Layla announced, impressed.
Layla then wrapped the tape around Daisy's chest, her fingers lingering over Daisy's armor-plated pectorals far longer than professionally necessary. Daisy smiled down at Layla, who instantly flushed scarlet.
"One hundred twenty-six centimeter chest, sixty-six centimeter waist," Layla continued, her voice breathy.
Again, Layla couldn't help but use her entire hand to feel the rock-hard ridges of Daisy's armor-plated abs. As she wrapped the tape around Daisy's burgeoning, tightly corded glutes, her voice came out slightly husky.
"One hundred eighteen centimeter hips..."
"Damn, Daisy, talk about an extreme hourglass figure!" Emily praised, utterly oblivious to her assistant's rising arousal.
Daisy flexed her biceps, a deliberate, slow movement, indicating where to measure next. Layla's breath came in short, shallow bursts.
"Fifty-five centimeter biceps, forty-two centimeter forearms..."
Daisy then tensed her legs, rising onto her toes to make her massive calves explode with density.
"Fifty-eight centimeter calves, seventy-eight centimeter thighs." Layla finished, her nipples poking hard through her thin blouse.
"Thanks, Layla," said Emily, looking at her notes. "Time for a workout. If you don't mind performing your lifts in your underwear, Daisy, it would help with the electrodes we're going to place on your body."
"Not at all!" Daisy grinned, looking directly at Layla and giving her a confident wink.

  During the entire workout, Daisy had electrodes strategically placed on her hulking frame. Emily monitored the readings behind her console while Layla stood by her side, clearly transfixed and captivated by the sight of Daisy's tanned, sweaty musculature. During this intensive two-hour session, they aggressively tested her maximal strength. Daisy achieved a 345 kg bench press, 575 kg squats, and a 450 kg deadlift – all while maintaining her elite, low body fat percentage. Finally, after two unrelenting hours, she showed the first signs of heavy exertion, panting deeply.
"Outstanding! Thanks, Daisy, that's more than enough data." Emily tossed a towel to the muscle-bound girl. "I'll prepare the X-rays for a bone density scan. Layla will lead you to the bathroom for a shower and your clothes, and then to the kitchen for a post-workout shake."
"Okay! Lead the way, Layla."
  The petite assistant blushed deeply and walked out of the gym. Daisy, feeling playful and seeing how utterly flustered Layla was, was enjoying the power dynamic. In the adjacent lab area, Daisy took a quick shower and came out completely naked, her muscles flexing and rippling absurdly as she dried herself with a towel. Layla was transfixed, her mouth dry and unable to look away.
"H-here's your protein shake, Ms. Connelly."
"Please. Don't 'Ms. Connelly' me. Call me Daisy, Layla," Daisy said, finishing putting her shirt on and grabbing the shake. "Thanks."
Daisy drank, maintaining eye contact with Layla, who was devouring her with her eyes. Smirking, Daisy deliberately flexed her 56 cm biceps – a granite mound of muscle.
"Want to touch?" she asked, her voice low and challenging.
   Layla gasped, her eyes trembling. After a moment of hesitation, she stepped forward, and her petite hands came brushing over the tanned, granite-hard muscle mounds, kneading the unyielding hardness. She used both hands to encompass the ballooning triceps and the massive biceps peak, gasping at the sheer density.
"Your muscles are so perfect," Layla said in a low, reverent voice.
Daisy finished her protein shake.
"Perfect?" She repeated. "Surely you've met bigger or stronger athletes here?"
Layla reluctantly pulled her hands away from the hard muscles and offered Daisy a sincere smile.
"I certainly have, but none are as frighteningly clean and aesthetically fascinating as yours... nor as hard."
"Am I really that special?"
"You are," Layla affirmed, then quickly changed the subject. "Dr. Wickfield must be waiting."
Daisy chuckled and nodded. "Lead the way then."

   The X-ray room showed Dr. Wickfield waiting patiently. A simple glance at Layla told Emily everything she needed to know.
"Freshened up?" she asked Daisy.
"Yes, thanks."
Emily glanced at Layla and tilted her head; the young assistant was still visibly blushing while looking at Daisy stepping into the scanning device.
The advanced bone scan was performed promptly. As Daisy was walking out of the machine, Dr. Wickfield pointed at parts of the resultant images.
"...See how the density of the femur looks here?"
"Yes, Doctor, and look here on the Achilles tendon," Layla pointed back, finding her professional footing again.
"Everything's fine?" Daisy asked, coming closer.
"Very much so, Daisy. You truly are a biological wonder," Emily said, looking up at the towering athlete.
"So, I've heard," Daisy noted, now looking pointedly at Layla, who blushed violently. Emily noticed the exchange and laughed knowingly.
"Oh, haha, yes, Layla is quite fascinated by your anatomy and metabolism."
"Doc!" interjected a bright red Layla. "I mean, yes... I am, but purely from a medical and scientific point of view."
"Well, of course, dear. What were you thinking?" Dr. Wickfield smiled, feigning ignorance.
"Nothing," Layla squirmed.
"Anyway, that's all for today, Daisy. Thank you so much for coming in," Emily said. She glanced at her notes, ordering them meticulously.
"I have to say – and I can't tell you more for now – but your body is incredible. Your strength is frankly terrifying given your body fat percentage. You should absolutely crush it in three days at the NYPC."
"Thanks, I guess... When will you have more concrete things to tell me? I'm genuinely curious to know and understand what my body is going through," Daisy asked, packing her belongings.
"It's really too early to say. We have some strong leads, but nothing we can tell you now. Aside from general observations you may not have felt in your body; for example, your muscle tissue is significantly denser than that of most bodybuilders or powerlifters, and your bones and tendons have spontaneously strengthened to accommodate the load."
"Wow... Indeed, I didn't notice those..." Daisy blushed again at the sheer scale of her change. "Thanks."
Dr. Wickfield smiled and added, as Daisy was about to leave.
"One last thing: we have something in preparation, specifically for you. It should be ready in four to five months."
Daisy could see the excitement blazing in Layla's pupils.
"Sounds promising. Good bye then, Emily, Layla." Daisy sent a final, teasing wink to the young assistant and a playful flex of her triceps before striding out.

[Elmanouche]

XVII
   To assert that Daisy merely crushed the competition at the NY Powerlifting Championship (NYPC) would be a gross understatement; she utterly dominated it. The reality was that there was no true contest in her weight class; the real struggle was only for second place.
   The atmosphere at the NYPC felt similar to the previous month's bodybuilding challenge, only amplified by a noticeably larger, more fervent crowd. Once again, Asaf was left to struggle under the monumental weight of Daisy's enormous sport bag, while she worked the barriers, signing autographs and taking selfies with her rapidly expanding fanbase. Once again, he had to navigate a locker room filled with muscular beasts, only this time, they presented with monolithic bulk, masses of muscle layered with the necessary fat that typifies the powerlifting elite – sheer, staggering meat everywhere.
   Asaf quickly located Daisy's assigned locker and walked toward it, but upon arrival, he tripped on something and his face met with a hard, unyielding buttock.
"Sorry! Really sorry, I tripped on my bag..." he apologized, scrambling up.
He looked up at the towering powerlifter who was turning to him.
"Asaf?!"
"Lola!?"
They spoke in unison. In the same motion, they embraced for a hug, Asaf's feet nearly lifting off the ground and his spine creaking audibly under the pressure of her strong arms.
"Oh my god, it's been so long! How have you been?!" Lola asked, releasing him while checking him out. "The beard fits you well."
"Thanks! And we'll have to meet up if we're to discuss the last ten years, but I've been good. The happy husband of a soon-to-be pro powerlifter."
Lola glanced at the name written on the locker: Daisy Connelly-Barki.
"Oh my god!" she repeated. "I was just happy to be next to Daisy Connelly, I didn't even notice your last name, silly me. The world is small! And I've been good, as you can see, gymnastics wasn't exactly my forte. Too tall, too big."
Asaf, busy unpacking Daisy's gear, smiled.
"Well, you always were a big girl," he grinned. "And you look phenomenal! So much bigger than Daisy..."
Lola finished putting on her singlet.
"Thanks," she said, flexing her mammoth, vascular biceps upward, the muscle peaking like an immovable mound. "152 kilograms as of this morning. I'm competing in the Under 160 kg class, hope this will do."
She saw Asaf's eyes widen at the sheer size of her arm and smiled knowingly.
"Don't you worry, though, I may be bigger than her, but I carry more fat. I suppose under 140 kg would be a better fit for my frame, but I can lift heavier now. What do you think?"
   Lola flexed her biceps again. Asaf, admiring her powerful musculature, snapped back to reality, reaching out to touch the smooth mound, which felt like steel beneath his fingertips.
"So hard..." he voiced out, mesmerized.
"What's so hard?"
Daisy's voice purred from behind him.
"Her muscles? Or you?" she giggled.
"Mmm, both?" he laughed nervously. "Daisy, this is Lola, a good friend from high school, and Lola, this is Daisy, my wife." Asaf presented them.
"Nice to meet you, Lola," Daisy said, extending her hand for a firm shake.
"Very much likewise, Daisy. I've been dying to meet you since I started following you after Valenskaya's comment."
   Lola was about five centimeters shorter than Daisy and, undeniably, looked much wider and thicker. Asaf's eyes lingered on Lola's huge, sweeping traps and massive, powerful shoulders, but mostly her legs, which were tree-trunk sized pillars of raw power. Then he looked at Daisy, who had just finished changing into her competition suit. Daisy was smaller, obviously, but she was unlike any other powerlifter: each muscle fiber was visible, etched, and fiercely defined beneath her tanned skin, a hyper-conditioned spectacle that rippled and undulated with barely contained, latent power. He focused back on their discussion.
"...Asaf had told me his story with you. It's lovely to finally meet the girl who gave him his muscle fetish," Daisy taunted, noting how he had been staring at them the whole time.
"Oh my god, did I?" Lola asked, genuinely curious.
Asaf blinked, feeling the trap tighten around him.
"Well, err, yes?"
Daisy laughed, her voice rich with amusement. "Aww, you're too cute. Anyway, they'll soon be calling us. Good luck, Lola!"
"You too, Daisy!"

   Daisy was in the Under 125 kg weight class, so she joined the dedicated area inside the giant arena. After the weigh-in, she had to wait for a couple of hours. To optimize television broadcasting, the competition was scheduled from the lighter weight classes up to the crowd-pleasing super-heavyweights. Therefore, she watched intently from the side, quickly grasping the technical flow of a raw powerlifting competition.
   About thirty minutes before their turn, they were called into the warm-up room. Daisy gauged the twelve competitors in her class – seven men and five women. Most were socializing while performing their pre-lift routines. Daisy stayed on the side and noticed a tall Black woman who was stretching on her own. She was beautiful, with neatly laced braids and long hair cascading over thick, powerful shoulders. This woman caught Daisy's eye because of her physique; she carried the least body fat of the group, aside from Daisy. Myriam, who was 188 cm and 124 kg, headed for a bench, loading the barbell with 150 kilograms and started pressing. Daisy then walked to the bench next to her, loaded a similar barbell, and did ten clean, controlled reps, matching the Black woman.
Daisy stood up from the bench and smiled at the girl, who looked genuinely surprised.
"Hello," she said. "Daisy."
"I know... I recognized you," the woman replied. "Myriam."
They shook hands, and Daisy added, "Mind if I follow your warm-up? It's actually my first powerlifting competition."
Myriam chuckled. "Alright, 160 kilos next, eight reps."
They loaded the weights in rhythm and performed their reps in sync.
"Nicely done. You know, some of us were curious about you," Myriam let the words hang. "We wondered if you were actually strong."
She then loaded her barbell with 170 kilos. Daisy replicated the load.
"Five reps," said the strong woman.
Daisy completed the reps, flawlessly.
"So? Do I look strong enough?" she asked.
Myriam laughed and pointed to the squat racks.
"You do. I wasn't curious. I saw some of your lives, but thanks for not completely bruising my ego too fast."
She gave Daisy's shoulder a gentle tap, then stopped and groped the muscle.
"God, you are hard!"
Daisy blushed. "Thanks?"
"Haha," laughed the massive woman. "Alright, I warm up with 260 kg on squats. You?"
"I'd use 350..." Daisy admitted, suddenly fully realizing that in this state competition, her strength was utterly overkill.

   They finished their warm-up and were soon called into the arena. After checking their turn order, each competitor announced their weight for their first squat attempt. Daisy decided to go conservatively and asked for 500 kilograms for her opener. She waited for the barbell to be loaded, sensing a palpable shift in the crowd's atmosphere. She performed the squat flawlessly to the judge's rhythm, and after racking the barbell, watched the other competitors lift much lighter weights. Myriam was last; the man before her had lifted 410 kg. Myriam set her opener at 420 kg. Massive and powerful, she waddled up to the platform. The weight looked heavy, but she grounded it out, struggling more than Daisy, but ultimately succeeding. The scoreboard flashed three white lights—a good lift.
   Asaf, watching from the side, cheered wildly, just as surprised as the crowd by the chasm of difference in strength. When Daisy attempted 550 kilograms on her second attempt, everyone was on their feet, holding their breath. Five hundred fifty kilograms was a weight rarely seen in state competition, and even less in this weight class. The knurling of the bar dug into her back as she positioned herself. She inhaled deeply, the air vibrating in her lungs, and descended with controlled speed. The depth was perfect. The call to rack came, and with a guttural roar of effort, she drove the immense weight back up and locked it out. The noise of the crowd was deafening.
   For her final squat attempt, Daisy called for 585 kilograms. The staff had to double-check the plates. As the barbell was loaded, the steel groaned under the crushing pressure. Asaf watched his wife walk to the platform, seemingly unfazed. She approached the bar, the sheer gravity of the attempt silencing the entire arena. She un-racked it, took two careful steps back, and stood like a granite statue. She dropped. The squat was deep, slow, and a sheer, agonizing testament to human power. Her ascent was a crawl, every corded fiber screaming in protest, yet she relentlessly drove upward, locking the weight out against all physical law. The arena erupted into a frenzy of disbelief and adoration! Three white lights. Daisy had just cleared a successful, ratified world-record lift. She was in a league of her own.
   Daisy dominated the rest of the competition in the same vein, finishing with a 360 kg bench press, a 480 kg deadlift, and a staggering total of 1,425 kg for an undeniable victory. She annihilated four world records, and the crowd and journalists were going absolutely nuts. It was the talk of the day, completely eclipsing the weight classes that followed. Myriam finished with a strong set of lifts, breaking her personal best with a 1,098 kg total, ranking second. Asaf rushed to congratulate Daisy, who squeezed him up in a tight, possessive hug right in front of the cameras.

   After the whirlwind of interviews, photos, and another round of autograph signing, Daisy and Asaf emerged from the arena to find Myriam and Lola deep in discussion. Asaf walked up to them and smiled at Lola.
"Hey! Congrats on the win!" he said, patting Lola on her massive back.
"Thanks, Asaf! Oh, and meet Myriam, my girlfriend. Myriam, this is Asaf, an old friend from middle school, and his wife, Daisy the beast."
Daisy and Myriam laughed heartily.
"Haha, yes! I met her the hard way. You're incredible, Daisy, you know that?" Myriam said, admiringly.
"I'm slowly starting to understand it, yes," Daisy blushed. "But you're impressive too—it's why I approached you in the pump room."
   Asaf looked at the three massive women: his small 160 cm frame barely reached Lola's chin at 173 cm, Daisy towered at 178 cm, and Myriam was the undisputed giant at 188 cm. All of them had biceps almost the size of his chest, and as they discussed technique, lifts, and other muscle-centric topics, he could watch their powerful chests rise and their sweaters strain at the sleeves. It was a dizzying symphony of giant muscles and raw feminine power.
After a while, Daisy pounced, bumping his hips with hers, nearly making him fall over.
"Daydreaming, love?"
"What? No, I mean... Yes," he chuckled, making Lola and Myriam laugh.
"I can see you're still getting all flustered around strong women, Asaf," said Lola, teasingly pumping her mammoth pectorals against her shirt.
Asaf blushed, even more so when he heard Daisy and Myriam's booming laughter. He sighed.
"Can't help it. I kind of feel super small here," he pouted.
"Awww," Daisy teased. "Alright, let's have some fun then."
She turned to Myriam and Lola. "Would you two have time to go somewhere for a drink and dinner?"
"Sadly, we can't," replied Lola. "We have our flight in an hour and a half; we should actually be going."
"Yeah, we must go," Myriam confirmed.
"Okay, maybe next time then. It was really nice to see you again, Lola."
Lola hugged him tight, making him groan audibly. "Yes, it was! Call me!"

Cars' headlights illuminated the freeway as Daisy and Asaf drove back home. Asaf was behind the wheel; Daisy seemed lost in thought, staring out the window. He reached for her granite-hard thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"You okay, love?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. I was just... wondering about my body. I didn't know I was already that strong compared to others," she said.
"Does it scare you?"
"I don't know... Maybe a bit. You?"
Daisy flexed her biceps, her hoodie sleeve groaning under the pressure. Asaf reached out and squeezed the hard mound, unable to dent the muscle even slightly. He focused back on the road.
"No! I am not scared of you, nor what you could become. I'm actually... excited to see what you could become," Asaf replied, still fondling her massive arm while his eyes were fixed on the road.
"I can see that."
She noticed the tent in his crotch and grinned, reaching out to fondle his hefty hard-on. She pulled down the zipper and freed the massive shaft.
"D-Daisy?!" he panted, startled.
"Just drive," she whispered, her voice husky with lust.
   Daisy then leaned over him, her broad, monolithic back taking up all the space, making it difficult for him to see the road. He yelped when she wrapped her plump, demanding lips around his girth, his petite hand clenching on her thick, hard back, fingers caressing the density and hardness of her muscle. She lapped her tongue around the tip, then impaled herself on the meaty pole, moaning in turn. She then slowly started to bob her head up and down, sucking him vigorously.
"Oh god..." He moaned out. "Daisy...!"
   Her arousal was a physical, palpable force; her muscles bulged violently, her lats flared and thickened so dramatically that her hoodie strained and groaned, the fabric shredding audibly at the seam. The raw, unleashed power of her climax was too much for Asaf. He came in a high-pitched moan and spurt his seed straight into Daisy's awaiting throat. A loud slurping sound echoed in the car as Daisy greedily gulped down his cum, not letting one drop fall on his thighs. She then pulled herself out in a wet pop, and Asaf groaned again; she had never done that before.
"Wow..." he breathed out, packing his engorged junk back into his pants.
"I know right?" purred Daisy, wiping the cum dripping from the corner of her mouth and licking her fingers clean.

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XVIII
   The month of June mirrored the previous ones, only with an acceleration: more monumental growth, more terrifying strength. Daisy continued to pile on dense, striated muscle at an alarming, hypertrophic rate. Another necessary shopping trip with Yumi ensued, where Daisy was forced to buy only the most stretchable and deliberately loose garments. Recognizing the demands of her exploding fame, she also initiated contact with fashion creators for custom-engineered outfits; her new celebrity status required appropriate attire that could accommodate her bulging physique.
        Following her utterly dominating victory at the powerlifting competition and the record-shattering lifts, Daisy's social media presence and overall celebrity profile exploded into the stratosphere. Requests for global interviews poured in, endorsement deals rained down on her contact email, and major associations asked for sponsorships. Her InstaSnap account ballooned to forty million followers, and she quickly established thriving accounts on other networks, including Birdie and TikTac.
        On top of this, Barbell & Co delivered her spectacular new basement gym equipment: a heavy-duty leg-press, a dedicated calf raise rack, a leg extension bench, a professional barbell curl station, and literally tons of free weights and specialized plates. Three technicians were required to assemble the arsenal. Daisy even received a handwritten note from Barbell & Co's CEO, Rachell Westmuller, herself. The note effusively thanked Daisy for the massive boost in sales since the beginning of the year and proposed an official sponsor deal, with Westmuller even providing her personal number to discuss the terms.
        Early June was a whirlwind of logistics to manage, decisions to make, and contracts to review. Daisy was quickly starting to feel overwhelmed. She desperately needed a community manager and a dedicated agent to help her navigate the sudden chaos of global stardom.

        Daisy first approached Yumi to be her Community Manager; Yumi was already the savvy technical expert for her live sessions. At first, Yumi refused, retorting that she felt too old and uncomfortable getting paid for what she considered a favor to a friend. Daisy gently pressed her, explaining – very much in the same sincere, forceful way Yumi had pressed Daisy in front of the mirror months ago – that she was the perfect fit for the job. Yumi finally agreed, but with a firm condition: "But remember, Daisy," Yumi had stated, "Whenever I'll feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed by what's happening in your community or with you, I'll resign. I won't let this get in the way of our friendship."
        Daisy now needed an agent. She didn't want a stranger from a large agency; she needed someone who knew her intimately and could instinctively understand which deals, events, and endorsements she would genuinely agree to—someone who was on the same page as her. Only one name rang in her head, but he already had a good-paying job that he genuinely loved. Still, there was nothing wrong in asking.

        One Saturday afternoon in the middle of June, Daisy was engaged in a brutal workout. It was leg day, and she was breaking in her brand new leg press. Asaf was there, actually sitting on the machine as added live weight, giggling and openly drooling at Daisy's thunder thighs. After ten agonizingly hard repetitions at a massive one ton of weight, she slammed the security pin in place and stood up. Asaf dropped down from the press to hand her a towel, openly admiring her huge, bulging muscles as she dried off. Daisy looked at him while gulping down a stream of water, still trying to find the courage to talk to him.
"Impressive, Daisy. Truly monstrous," he said.
        Asaf couldn't resist giving her steel-corded quads a feel. Her thighs were now so much thicker and harder than his own chest, an unyielding monument of muscle. Daisy shivered, arousal instantly building up, finding herself perpetually on the verge of horniness around him.
"Thanks..." she gulped down the last of her water.
"Say, Asaf." Her tone was low and serious.
"What is it, love?" he asked, instantly concerned.
"I-I would need an agent slash manager, someone able to talk on my behalf, negotiate deals, and the likes," she began.
"Okay, you definitely need professional help with that. Have you looked around yet?" Asaf confirmed.
"Yeah, I did, but I don't trust them. I would prefer someone who knows me... Thoroughly."
"Heh, that would be me. But with work, I'm not sure I'd be able to keep up."
"I know..." Daisy sighed, looking down.
"Wait, were you thinking of hiring me?"
Daisy blushed crimson and nodded.
"I'd have to leave my job..."
"I know... I'm not asking you to. Well, I am, but you can totally say no, I completely understand. You love your work, you have friends there, and..."
"Ok, I'll do it."
"What?!"
        Asaf stepped closer and looked at Daisy adoringly, caressing her humongous pectorals, his hands trailing up to fondle her thick, mountainous traps that now brushed the nape of her ears. He tiptoed and kissed her passionately.
"What do you think is more important to me? A job I love? Or my loving wife growing big, huge muscles for me?"
        He laced his slender arms over her bull neck and jumped into her arms, wrapping his twig legs around her hard, striated core. Daisy held his entire body effortlessly, barely registering the weight.
"Umm, your loving wife?"
He nodded and kissed her again, his manhood instantly growing rigid against her rock-hard abs.
"You know," she added, groping his tight ass, "you feel totally weightless in my arms now..."
"Is that so?"
Asaf bounced playfully in her arms, which barely flexed, and he giggled.
"Gosh, you're becoming so strong, so incredibly hard," he said, feeling her unyielding biceps.
"Mhm, you're not bad yourself," she teased, rubbing his hardness deliberately on her abs. "But I'm not done with my workout!"
And with that, Daisy gently put Asaf down. He blinked, watched her prepare a set of standing calf-raises, his mind already churning with his new professional duties.

        It felt strange for Asaf to leave his engineering job, a place he had spent four years and considered a second home. But at the same time, the prospect of spending all his time with his wife, nurturing her career, was infinitely more thrilling. It was a whole new world to discover - he was an engineer in computing, not a 'salesman.'
        The saving grace was that Daisy didn't need to be promoted; her incredible body was doing most of the work. His primary mission became to protect her interests – and their interests – and ensure that all deals and patronages matched their evolving ethics. Asaf soon realized his new job fit perfectly with who he was in his heart – if not by his body – a dedicated protector and purveyor of her incredible, muscle-bound perfection.
        The day before they flew to Miami for the MIA Open Bodybuilding – Daisy's first professional competition – Daisy posted her most recent progress to her sixty million followers on InstaSnap, with Yumi expertly handling the cross-promotion on her other accounts. The former housewife had quickly taken to her role, not only seriously but with impressive understanding. She quickly grasped how each social network worked with different media, audience, and impact. A candid shot of Daisy laughing while flexing a biceps at a café? That was perfect for Birdie and InstaSnap. Footage of her working on a specific muscle group or training martial arts? That made a high-impact short for TikTac. Yumi had an innate eye for catching compelling, interesting moments to share with the hungry community, cementing Daisy's image as the relatable yet otherworldly muscle phenomenon.

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XIX
       The MIA Open Bodybuilding was renowned as one of the most prestigious and largest competitions in the world. Spanning nearly nine days, it gathered an enormous crowd and the absolute top elite bodybuilders from across the globe. The event felt less like a contest and more like a colossal bodybuilding convention, complete with fitness brand stands, casual strength challenges, and side events. The main competition was separated into weight classes, with light and middleweights competing on the first weekend, and the heavy and super-heavy classes dominating the final weekend.
        The opening night on Friday evening demanded formal attire, and the trio – Daisy, Asaf, and Yumi – dressed accordingly. Asaf and Yumi opted for classical formal suits and dresses. Daisy, however, chose an outfit designed specifically to showcase her striated, massive physique: a skintight violet dress, expertly cut to reveal her broad, thick back and a window that highlighted her armor-plated abdominal wall. She wore eight-centimeter-high heels, which caused her massive calves to balloon with size and definition, allowing her to tower tremendously over Asaf.
        The evening was a whirlwind of photoshoots, interviews, discussions, and a high-profile speech from the I.A.B.S. president on the state of the sport. Asaf noticed some familiar faces among the elite contestants.
"Rhonda!" Asaf exclaimed. "Looking good!"
He checked her up and down; she was wearing a form-fitting dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination regarding her colossal, dense muscle.
"Hey, cutie, thanks!" she responded, hugging him – a squeeze that nearly crushed his ribcage. "Your girl isn't around?"
"She is! But she got sidetracked by a cluster of journalists over there."
"Oh, I see, already the star. And damn, doesn't she look ripped!"
"So are you, Rhonda. You look absolutely massive," Asaf genuinely praised.
"Pff, I'm only 159 kilograms. With Ron Sheppard back in the circuit, the best I can hope for is to place third, with Anastacia and him around. We'll see; super-heavy is stacked this year."
        Daisy finally saw them, free at last from the journalists, with Yumi on her tail.
"Rhonda, nice to see you!" she said, approaching the other bodybuilder.
"Hey there, 'Cheat Code' Daisy," replied Rhonda, smiling and hugging her again.
"'Cheat Code'? Is that my nickname now?"
"You didn't know? It was first murmured because of your impossible gains when you got your pro card, but when you won that powerlifting competition with an all-around world record total? It was roared amongst competitors."
        Daisy blushed, a physical reaction that caused her to squeeze her arms together. The movement made her pectorals strain fiercely against the tight violet dress, with deep striations visibly coursing beneath the fabric.
"I didn't know... I'm not sure I like it. Did any of you know?" she looked at Asaf and Yumi.
Asaf shook his head negatively.
"I saw it, but figured you knew," Yumi noted, completely un-phased by the conversation.
"Don't take it badly, Daisy," Rhonda reassured her. "We don't use it to diminish your astounding results, but more to reassure ourselves. It makes it more acceptable for us to be beaten by a genetic marvel, see what I mean?"
"I think I do," Daisy blushed, the term still awkward on her.
"I like it," said Asaf, stepping in. "Because it accurately represents you, Daisy. And I understand how it can feel unfair to compete against you. You don't even diet and have less body fat than them."
"That!" Rhonda pointed. "How I wish I didn't have to diet."
Daisy squirmed. Rhonda laughed.
"It's alright, Daisy. In a way, I'm glad someone like you exists. Only you can beat Anastacia." She grinned, then added, "Speaking of the devil."

        Asaf blinked. Anastacia was standing right behind Daisy, towering over her. She was wearing high heels as well and had to be close to two meters tall, her monstrous, beautifully sculpted muscles straining her own elegant, classy dress.
"Who's the devil, Rhonda?" said Anastacia with a cute, Slavic accent. "And hello there, at last we meet in person, Daisy Connelly." The colossus extended her hand for a shake.
"Well, hello! Indeed, it's truly nice to meet you in the flesh, Anastacia. I can properly thank you for your valuable advice."
"With pleasure. Bodybuilding is an alone fight against your body, but that doesn't mean you are actually alone." Anastacia smiled at Rhonda. "Do you compete?"
"Yes, I'm missing a few points to secure my Olympia qualification," Rhonda explained. "You?"
"No, I just came here to meet the Cheat Code." She grinned, acknowledging the nickname.
Daisy blushed, her dress straining almost to the point of tearing as her seemingly pumped muscles swelled from embarrassment.
"Oh cool, that means I can place nicely then! Haha," Rhonda joked.
        They all started talking, praising each other's physiques. Asaf was getting slightly dizzy just looking at them: 500 kilograms of sexy, elite feminine muscle meat was simply overwhelming his senses. At some point, Anastacia asked Daisy to flex her biceps. When she dropped it, Anastacia's eyes visibly bulged out.
"You're stupidly hard!"
"Lemme feel?" Rhonda asked. "Oh my god! She's harder than you, Anastacia!"
"I know, right?"
        They resumed their frantic talking, Daisy blushing brightly from the physical praise, Anastacia and Rhonda wondering aloud just how much of a biological cheat code Daisy truly was. Asaf leaned toward Yumi – who was discretely taking photos – and whispered.
"I don't know about you, but I feel utterly small right now," he said, struggling to conceal his rapidly growing arousal.
Yumi burst out laughing, completely unexpecting the comment, and nodded.
"Haha, yes. I wasn't paying attention to the scale, but indeed, we're almost entirely out of place here."
Both looked around. The entire reception hall was filled with muscular bodies; even the lightweights were significantly bigger than Asaf.

        Since Daisy's competition day was the following weekend, the trio spent the week exploring Miami and wandering around the bodybuilding expo. Daisy also spent many hours in the competition gym, working out in public – a first for her. Her workouts immediately attracted intense attention. Several established athletes even attempted to keep up with her routine, but after just an hour, they would quit, barely able to stand straight from sheer exhaustion. Everyone could now witness firsthand the reality behind the 'Cheat Code' moniker: her relentless will to train and her capacity to push her body further than anyone else.
        On Saturday, the first elimination rounds of the heavyweight competition began. After the weigh-in – which showed Daisy tipping the scale at 128.3 kilograms – the first elimination round was a cake walk. Once again, she was utterly dominant. It wasn't even a fair contest for her opponents; they knew instantly that one of the coveted spots was already taken. There wasn't a single category in which she wasn't superior: sheer size, unmatchable density, mind-blowing definition, extreme vascularity, and flawless proportion. Daisy had it all.
        When she climbed onto the stage for the second round, she somehow managed to look even better. It was as if she was instantaneously perfecting her poses, honing her flexes to enhance her musculature further. It went without saying that Daisy easily won that second round, and almost everyone in the public and media gave her the victory for the finals tomorrow.

        After a copious celebratory meal, Asaf found himself staring dumbfounded at Daisy's back, which was currently practicing her posing routine for the finals in front of the hotel room mirror. She was flexing her breast-less pectorals proudly, admiring their thickness, the pump, and the mind-blowing striations coursing beneath her tanned skin, constantly adjusting her pose to make them bounce and ripple at different angles. Asaf was mouth agape, captivated by the vision of her thick, impossibly broad back, where her muscles twitched and danced with power at each pose. In the mirror's reflection, he could also see her mouth-watering chest in full display, her massive pecs bulging, and each of her eight defined abdominal sections rippling while she gyrated her wide, hard hips.
Daisy glanced at him through the mirror and winked, noticing his hefty hard-on poking forcefully through his pants.
She asked, "Like what you see?"
        Asaf giggled and stood up from the bed, walking behind her towering figure, his breath running short by her sheer physical presence. She felt his tight package rub against the corded steel of her ass, and she flexed her gigantic biceps in a mischievous grin. Daisy already knew the answer. Her nipples hardened when she felt his small, weak hands attempt to encompass her 58 cm biceps, a throaty moan escaping her lips. She leaned slightly back onto him, rubbing the thickness of her back on his soft chest and hearing his groan just made her flex harder.
"God...," He whispered out, his dick already near eruption. "To think you were a fit 64-kilo babe just six months ago..."
He ran his hands over her man-shaming pectorals from behind and rolled his thumb over one stiff nipple.
"...And now I'm a 128-kilogram muscle-bound babe," completed Daisy, turning around to look down at him. Her breathing was heavy with lust, her chest heaving up and down and brushing against his chin. "Your babe," she added before claiming his little ass and lifting him up effortlessly. She ground his package over her molten core and pinned him down on the bed, straddling his legs.
        They quickly stripped off their clothes in a hungry rush, and she rubbed her wet, molten core over his hefty hard length. Daisy looked down at Asaf, watching his frail body wriggle between her powerful thighs, which were visibly thicker than his entire chest. She pinned his arms above his head with one hand, biting her lower lip as she watched his feeble attempt to free himself. She could tell he was relishing the constraint.
"You feel so weak..." she whispered out, the realization intoxicating.
        Daisy flexed her massive biceps, a thick, engorged vein coursing along its peak, relishing in Asaf's lustful, fixed gaze. He bucked his hips in languish, trying to rub his throbbing erection against her wet pussy. She leaned further onto his thin frame, pinning him under her bulk, and claimed his lips in a searing kiss.
"...And it turns me on so much," she added. "It makes me want to grow to my absolute limit, so absurdly big and strong, that you'd cum just watching me flex."
        Asaf was speechless, his heart hammering in his chest, his eyes wandering over the monstrously ripped biceps burgeoning above him. Was this really Daisy? The shy, insecure woman he married? Where had this sex-craving, muscle beast come from? His eyes grew blurry with lust, and he bucked his hips hungrily, wriggling beneath her, his massive length now coated in her juices. She let out a low moan, slid her free hand between them, grabbed his dick, and began stroking him vigorously.
        Then, in a slow, deliberate motion, Daisy impaled herself on his shaft, taking it all into her voracious cunt. She began to bump up and down, her manly chest flexing, her abs ripping as she flexed her core, her vagina sucking powerfully on his length. Asaf moaned, panted, and shivered, pre-cum already oozing out. He felt his cock intensely squeezed by her powerful womanhood, his body slightly hovering over the bed with each of her powerful thrusts. Faster and harder, with powerful humps, she drove deeper. She moaned in sheer ecstasy, waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through her body, making her muscles ripple and bulge out outrageously. She milked his cock relentlessly until, in a spasmic jerk of his hips, he came in a convulsing eruption of pleasure.
"YESSS!!" She screamed out her primal release.
"DAISYYY!" He mewled out his.
        Daisy slammed into a Most Muscular pose, her head encircled in a halo of striated hardness, as they both came and trembled from pure, explosive pleasure. She collapsed onto him and covered his face in kisses, squeezing his frail body possessively into her bulk. Silence reclaimed the room, punctuated only by ragged breaths and his small hands worshipping her tanned, steely flesh.
"I love you," Daisy whispered.
Asaf didn't answer; he just smiled, pinned happily under her sheer, overwhelming bulk, before kissing the top of her huge traps.
Happy.

[Elmanouche]

XX
      The heavyweight final was scheduled for the afternoon, and the crowd was already gathering in a palpable buzz throughout the auditorium. After a final weigh-in – where Daisy registered at 129.2 kilograms – the competitors retreated to the pump room, a controlled chaos designed to engorge their hard-earned muscles with blood. Daisy was primed: her physique was absurdly swollen with pumped muscle, and her competition tan oil was flawlessly applied by the meticulous hands of Yumi and Asaf. For her presentation, she opted for a simple black bikini bottom with no top, leaving her bare, striated pectorals in full, unashamed display. In professional bodybuilding, bikini tops served a utilitarian purpose - not a prudish one – and Daisy's chiseled, breast-less chest was an anatomical marvel she proudly showcased.
        Asaf and Yumi returned to the audience, taking their reserved seats next to Anastacia. The first group of ten contestants took the stage – six men and four women – and began their mandatory poses. They were ripped, thick, and powerfully bulging. Anastacia pointed to one man, whose impressive, balanced bulk for the heavyweight class caught Asaf's eye.
"Evan Gregsy," she said, "last year's winner and the current leader of the Arnold's League in Heavyweight."
"I think I see why," Asaf replied, admiring the man's presence.
"He's a veteran bodybuilder, and he has perfected his posing to an art form. Look how his biceps seem even bigger, or how wide he looks in that front lat spread. He understands presentation."
"Yes, I see what you mean. Others look... smaller by comparison."
"I always watch him to improve my own routines. And he's a good guy, too."
        That first round reached its end, all competitors hitting a Most Muscular pose. Evan undeniably stood out from the mass, looking bigger, harder, and more seasoned. The crowd erupted in appreciative applause as they made their way backstage.
"But here comes the Cheat Code," Anastacia muttered, a hint of awe in her voice.

        It was indeed Daisy's round. Ten bodybuilders climbed onto the platform – five men and five women. The physical difference was striking and immediate as they lined up. Then came the first mandatory pose. Daisy flexed, and the public went dead silent. She instantly owned the stage with every pose, her posture flawless, her muscles looking more hypertrophic than ever before.
"She's... She's making Evan and other competitors look like an amateur," Anastacia breathed out, genuinely astonished.
        The group flowed through the mandatory poses, and Daisy seemed to be growing thicker with each successive flex, her physique engorging with blood and density. The public was going nuts; Asaf felt like some spectators were letting out low moans at the sight. And when they finished the posing round with the climactic Most Muscular, it was actual, discernible moans he heard echoing through the auditorium. Daisy was exploding in muscle; her traps threatened to engulf her head, her striated pectorals bulged absurdly, and her biceps peaked like grotesque mountains. She was terrifyingly dominant. The crowd went into a frenzy of applause as the contestants exited the stage.

        It was a moment of technical break as the judges compiled their notes and shared views to prepare the first call-outs. Backstage, the room was abuzz with competitors chatting and recovering. Asaf entered and quickly spotted Daisy relaxing on a bench, drinking water.
"You were incredible, Daisy. Whatever happens, congratulations," he said, giving her a tender kiss.
Daisy kissed back and took another sip.
"Thanks, love. That was so intense I feel like I just went through a huge, exhausting workout," she giggled. "I should probably eat something soon."
Asaf caressed the warmth of her steely shoulders. She leaned into his touch, and he heard the snapping sound of a camera shutter. It was Yumi, who came closer.
"Sorry if I'm interrupting, but you two looked cute together."
"Oh, no you don't, Yumi, show me the photo!"
Daisy and Asaf looked at the photograph. The same thought was running through both their heads, though with opposite conclusions: I'm so big next to him and I'm so small next to her.
"Nice one, Yumi. I can tell you where the cute comes from," Daisy said, gently bouncing her thick shoulder against Asaf.
He nearly tripped over the bench and giggled. "It really shows how impossibly big Daisy has gotten."
"Yeah, kind of why I took it. The contrast was striking," said Yumi. "Is it okay if I post it, Daisy? It's an intimate moment; you might want to keep it private."
"You can, Yumi. They knew of Asaf, now they'll get to see him." She grinned.
        Since the beginning of her InstaSnap journey, Daisy had kept Asaf mostly out of the spotlight as a kind of safety belt in case her career derailed; he would be safe because he was unknown, aside from the occasional 'my man' mention. But since he officially became her manager, Asaf Barki ceased to be unknown. She was now directly naming him in her posts and had already changed her social network handles to Daisy Connelly-Barki.
"Feels like I'm going to see comments on my size soon!" he laughed nervously.
        The girls giggled, and Asaf felt someone watching them. He glanced around and noticed Evan Gregsy. Their eyes met. Asaf smiled and nodded. Evan had been visibly hesitant to approach, but the friendly smile washed away his reticence. Evan walked toward the trio, his own immense muscles bulging and shifting with his gait. Asaf stood up when the man arrived, offering his hand.
"Hello, Evan Gregsy, right? I'm Asaf Barki, Daisy's husband and manager."
        The girls smiled warmly at Evan, and Daisy instinctively stood up to meet him eye-to-eye. Evan was a bit taller than Daisy, and they probably weighed about the same, which subtly made Daisy look even denser and thicker. He was a man in his mid-forties; a few white strands in his perfectly trimmed beard and short brown hair confirmed his veteran status. The big man shook Asaf's hand.
"H-hello, yes, I am. And you must be Daisy Connelly. A friend just told me who you were; I'm afraid I'm not much of a social network guy." He chuckled while shaking hands with Daisy and Yumi.
"Hello, yes I am," she smiled warmly.
Suddenly, a phone rang and Yumi answered.
"Oh, that's Richard. He must have lost his socks without me, excuse me." She left the room to not bother the competitors.
"Sorry, maybe I didn't come at the right moment..." Evan said apologetically.
They both shook their heads.
"All good! I'm... happy someone came to talk to me. It feels like everyone already knows each other," Daisy admitted.
"Haha, yes, I suppose. Some have been in the circuit for a while, like me. I just wanted to congratulate you. I watched your routine yesterday and today – you sure know how to flex. And what a physique you've built."
"Mr. Gregsy won last year's MIA Open, he ranks first in the Arnold's League, and he's won four Olympia titles," Asaf proudly explained. "Anastacia told me."
"Please, call me Evan, and that's correct. Though the Olympia wins were more than a decade ago."
"Oh wow, now I know two true champs! And thanks for the compliment, Evan, I do my best. I'm still new to this bodybuilding stuff."
"Really? How long have you been competing?"
Daisy blushed, the lie feeling too big to hold.
"This is only my third competition. I started three months and a half ago. And weightlifting only six months ago."
Evan froze. He blinked, looked down at Asaf, checking if it wasn't some elaborate joke. Asaf simply nodded seriously.
"You gotta be kidding me..." Evan finally managed to stammer out.
        Asaf pulled out his phone and showed Evan Daisy's progression, her InstaSnap sorted by monthly updates. Evan scrolled down from the very beginning, scratching his head.
"I'll be damned," he stared at Daisy, who just blushed. "What kind of a biological beast are you?" he giggled.
"Haha, quite fitting, actually. And I recently discovered I am nicknamed 'Cheat Code' Daisy. How long have you been a bodybuilder?"
"I've been around here for a while now. I'm forty-five, and I first became a pro at twenty-three. You probably were still in elementary school."
"Oh my! We totally were. Quite the career you've had. Congratulations."
"Thanks. I'll be happy to retire after losing against such a prodigy like you."
"You haven't lost yet," Asaf countered.
"Haha, thanks, Asaf, but I know I've lost. Best-case scenario, Daisy's called in first call-outs just to give us false hope of beating her. I wouldn't be surprised if they don't even call her out – she's in a league of her own."

        The public was buzzing, waiting for the judges to make their final calls. Just as Yumi and Asaf settled back into their seats, the speakers came back to life. In a thunderous swell of applause, the announcer boomed the first call-outs.
"Ladies and gentlemen, here is the first call-out for this forty-fifth MIA Open Bodybuilding Heavyweight category!
From Russia, 192 cm for 122 kg, Vladimir Renkov!
From England, 186 cm for 124 kg, Loretta Moore!
From U.S.A. Ohio, 184 cm for 127 kg, current Arnold's League leader and MIA Open champion, Evan Gregsy!
From U.S.A. New York, 178 cm for 129 kg, the rookie of the year, Daisy Connelly-Barki!
From Germany, 191 cm for 126 kg, Charlotte Kieffer!
And from China, 181 cm for 125 kg, Jing Liu!"
        The six colossal figures stood waiting for instructions, their muscles coiled and ready. They moved through the comparative poses, but Daisy completely took all the available space, utterly owning the stage. Being the shortest, yet the heaviest, she looked the biggest. With a controlled, surgical flexing, her muscles looked even sharper, thicker, and more defined than before. There was no contest; the entire crowd saw it. When Daisy finished with a monstrous Most Muscular, it truly felt like the public experienced a collective visual orgasm.
        The subsequent call-outs were much less intense and moved rapidly. Everyone was simply awaiting the podium results, though the winner was a foregone conclusion. It didn't take long for the judges to announce the final decision: Jing Liu ranked third, Evan Gregsy second, and Daisy Connelly-Barki won!
When she walked back from the stage, she found herself swept up in a powerful hug from Asaf, and Yumi patted Daisy's steely shoulders.

        It was now time for the super-heavyweights to take the stage. That competition went smoothly, and much to Daisy's surprise, Rhonda won. Ron Sheppard was back from his injury but hadn't achieved the necessary level of conditioning.
After a short break, the call for the overall MIA Open title – the ultimate Showdown – was made, and the speaker announced the four champions.
"Good evening, everybody! This is the latest showdown for this year's MIA Open Bodybuilding, and for the first time in its history, we have a one hundred percent women final!"
There was an incredible roar of applause and cheering. The speaker continued:
"Please welcome from Mexico, 168 cm for 78 kg, winner of the lightweight category, Carmen Pérez!
And now the winner of the middleweight class, from France, 164 cm for 104 kg, Jeanne Valmont!
You all saw her today, she started bodybuilding just six months ago, from the U.S.A., she's 178 cm for 129 kg, Daisy Connelly-Barki!"
If the previous champions received steady cheers, Daisy's entrance caused an explosion; people were on their feet as she strode onto the stage.
"Finally, the super-heavyweight champion, from U.S.A. New Jersey, 183 cm for 159 kg, Rhonda Fessner!"

        The four incredible women stood on the stage, idly posing. At the signal, they started with a Front Double Biceps flex. Daisy's biceps peak was dominant, a thick vein coursing along its summit, her lats flared like wings, and her wide, hard hips transitioned into corded quads. Her symmetry and conditioning were astounding. The competitors moved through the comparisons and finished in the middle of the stage with a Most Muscular pose, their muscles engorged to the maximum as they smiled through the strain. The crowd was wild.
        The judging was swift. Soon, the host announced the overall champion: Daisy Connelly-Barki! She exulted on stage and instinctively pulled her fellow bodybuilders into a warm hug before receiving her second massive trophy of the day.

        It was late into the night when Daisy, Yumi, and Asaf finally arrived back at their hotel, exhausted but supremely happy – and Daisy richer by four hundred thousand dollars. They wished Yumi goodnight, and Daisy and Asaf went to their room. Before Asaf could even react, Daisy had effortlessly scooped him up in her arms, squeezing him gently against her granite physique. She kissed him ravenously and opened their door while holding him one-handed.
"I hope you have some energy left..." She whispered sultrily, her body radiating a powerful heat.
"I... I thought you were very tired?" he asked sheepishly, his cock having been instantly erect the moment Daisy had lifted him.
"I'm never tired for you."

[AndrewWrites]

What an incredible story. Been my go-to every night for the pasy werk.

[Elmanouche]

What an incredible story. Been my go-to every night for the pasy werk.

Thanks!
My story is pretty much scripted until the "end" but you guys still comment/request stuff to be included or that should be improved.
I know there are some parts I'll edit before publishing to my DeviantArt.

[Elmanouche]

XXI
        July and August marked a planned break in the intense schedule of bodybuilding and powerlifting competitions. Daisy was rapidly growing accustomed to her new stardom status; she was now recognized almost everywhere she went – a constant stream of requests for autographs, selfies, and poses where she proudly flexed her colossal biceps. Her fanbase was overwhelmingly respectful, and she returned their loyalty with genuine appreciation. When she went out with Asaf, the staggering size difference between them drew constant commentary. Asaf couldn't help but hear the whispers: "Oh my god, how did he land such a beast?!" or "He's so tiny next to her!" This explicit acknowledgement of her dominance and his fragility was, honestly, a powerful turn-on for both of them.
        Since Daisy's career required less administrative input – with Yumi and Asaf expertly handling most of the community and business logistics – she simply funneled the extra time into her training. She worked out more, ate more, and pushed her body to its seemingly impossible limits every single day. Her caloric intake now soared up to fifteen thousand calories and roughly three kilograms of protein daily. Two workouts were the new norm, and proper rest days had almost disappeared. She also rigorously continued her martial arts training every day and incorporated intensive yoga sessions to maintain her remarkable flexibility across her ever-increasing mass. With all this added commitment, she was spending seven hours daily focused solely on her body, sometimes more. Every now and then, she would even add a small, intense third workout instead of a movie night.

        The consequence of this unrelenting drive was a skyrocketing libido. Daisy became more demanding, more dominant, and more aggressive in their physical intimacy. More than once, she'd emerge from a grueling workout and simply pin Asaf under her monolithic bulk, immediately mounting and riding his shaft with total abandon. She began experiencing spontaneous orgasms just from pushing herself incredibly hard in her basement gym. This intensity only escalated when she introduced a shocking new training regimen. Determined to push every single muscle in her body to its absolute limit, she had bought a custom-made steel dildo right after the MIA's Open, customized it with a hook, and started lifting weights using just her vaginal muscles. Within ten days of this unique training, she was handling fifty kilograms. After twenty days, she was lifting an incredible one hundred twenty kilograms.

        One evening near the end of July, Asaf had spent his time alone watching NetLink on TV. It was nearly 11 PM, and Daisy was still down in the basement gym. A bit worried by the lateness, he went down to check on her. As he approached the door, he heard the familiar grunt and heavy breathing of his girl in the throes of exertion. Upon entering the gym, he saw her broad, powerful back ripple with power. She was facing away from him, completely nude, her hands gripping the handles of the bench she was sitting on. Small, metallic clangs vibrated through the floor as a heavy stack of weights was lifted in slow, controlled reps. Since nothing on her upper body seemed to be moving, he stepped closer. Daisy was letting out low, guttural moans between reps and noticed Asaf's presence only when he spoke.
"Daisy?"
        She trembled in shock, and the weight stack crashed loudly to the floor. Asaf did a quick mental calculation: 180 kilograms. He then glanced down at what was attached to that weight stack, following the chain up to her exposed womanhood, which was now engorged with blood and rippling with hypertrophied muscle around a slick, inserted dildo. Daisy instantly saw his gaze linger on her massive, muscular pussy mounds and panicked.
"A-Asaf, I can explain..."
        But he put a finger gently on her plump, sweaty lips, then trailed his hand down, caressing her massive, striated pectorals, then her steely, ridged abs, down to her womanhood. She was shimmering with sweat. Was she truly training her vaginal muscles? Was she transforming herself into the muscle-bound perfection he had always secretly dreamed of? His fingertips brushed above her labia; he felt her 145-kilogram body shudder in pleasure. He pressed his fingers around her muscular, throbbing folds and whispered.
"Do it again..."
        Daisy instinctively grabbed the steel rod and plunged it back into her engorged folds. The weight painfully began to rise again as her pussy flexed its raw might. Asaf panted, feeling her core tense and flex with each rep, her labia bulging each time the dildo drilled deeper into her womanhood. She was utterly exhausted, her whole hulking body trembling, yet her emerald eyes glanced up at Asaf, seeking his approval. He dove his brown eyes into hers, his heart hammering in his chest.
"More..." he said, his voice a thick command.
        Daisy grunted and moaned, fighting fiercely with the 180 kg weight. Asaf went to grab a ten-kilo plate and added it to the pile, then another. She yelped – the dildo almost slipping out of her convulsing, muscular cunt – as she hulked out, flexing desperately to keep hold of it. Asaf then placed his hand straight onto her wet, tensing sex, poked her throbbing clitoris with his fingertip, and kissed her deeply. Her whole body tensed, her granite-hard muscles rippling beneath her sweaty, tanned skin, and she lifted the 200 kg plates with the power of her pussy.
"One," Asaf whispered.
        She kept going, rep after rep, each count from her man fueling her resolve. At the tenth repetition, she was a sweaty, shaking mess. Her core muscles were screaming in such pain, begging her to stop, but the feeling of Asaf's small hand on her labia, his kisses on her trembling, swollen lips, drove her on. At the fifteenth repetition, she orgasmed violently, her hulking frame visibly bulging and locking up from the strain.
"Nngggg!!! Ahh!"
        Daisy looked at Asaf with pleading eyes. She desperately wanted to stop, but if he said otherwise, she would continue. Her mind was narrowing entirely into pleasing him, into being the perfect, powerful wife for him. Say something! Her brain screamed. Her body started to spasm; she was at the breaking point as she lifted for the twentieth rep.
"Stop," Asaf said warmly before leaning in and kissing her deeply, then stripping his clothes off.
The weight instantly crashed into the floor in a loud clang. He pushed the dildo aside and sat naked on the bench directly in front of her.
"Use me now."
        Daisy's eyes widened, her massive pectorals heaved furiously, brushing her chin. She wrapped her muscular arms around him, sliding his comparatively frail body onto the bench until his rock-hard shaft poked her hypertrophied cunt. She rose onto her tiptoes, lifting her tree-trunk thighs so he could slide underneath. His twenty-eight-centimeter shaft found its path into her vagina, which instantly took a ferocious hold, pulling and sucking. In one strong, effortless flex of her core, she sucked him completely inside, barely registering his weight. Her pussy felt like a vice grip around his girth.
"Fuck!" he grunted.
"Mmph," she moaned out.
        Raising herself up, she started to lift him up and down, using only her vaginal strength and holding the back of his skull for balance. Her core flexed in powerful rhythm, his light body moving up and down faster and faster. He clung desperately to her mountainous trapezoids, and she forcefully buried his face in between her striated pectorals. Pre-cum oozed out from his rod as pleasure built up, his moans muffled by her hardened muscles. Daisy's orgasm was rapidly approaching. She began using more strength, her massive thighs slowly squeezing his pelvis.
"ahhh, nnnggg!" she mewled.
And then she slammed his body down onto the bench, crushing him under her heavy weight. She started hammering herself on his hard rod, thrust after thrust, the bench clanging loudly in rhythm. Then, in a final, rough slamming of her hips, she screamed her orgasm aloud.
"ASAAAAFFFF!!!"
        Her whole body instantly solidified into granite. Asaf's bones creaked audibly under the enormous pressure of her arms, and he came in turn, convulsing as he poured his seeds into her hood, which flexed and squeezed his dick thoroughly. His ribs broke, but he was already unconscious from the pain and crushing pressure. Daisy, lost in the throes of her powerful orgasm, squeezed harder when a second wave hit her. She then let it all out, and Asaf fell hard onto the bench, not waking up. She caressed her hulking body, eyes closed, shivering in the aftermath.
"Oh god, Asaf, that was...!"
She looked down and froze. Asaf had his tongue lolling out, drool and some blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. She immediately noticed his bruised chest, his blue, crushed penis.
"Asaf...?"
She felt her heart skip a beat and lifted his head tenderly.
"Asaf!"
Daisy breathed hard, gathering her frantic thoughts, and gently scooped his small, broken body up in her massive arms, heading out of the basement.

        Asaf blinked awake, a blinding pain shooting through his chest. He immediately registered that he wasn't at home; the sterile, medical scent flooding his nose confirmed the hospital. He looked around and saw the huge back of Daisy heaving softly. She was asleep, her head resting on the edge of his hospital bed. He softly brushed his fingers through her hair, which instantly woke her up. Her eyes were red from tears and lack of sleep.
"Hey," said Asaf, his thumb gently brushing her cheek.
Daisy leaned into his hand, her eyes instantly welling up again.
"Hey..." her voice was full of worry and raw soreness.
"I guess I pushed you too hard, hmm?" Asaf joked weakly.
"What?! No, no, no. I lost control, I..."
Asaf just smiled, rubbing his thumb on her lips to silence her.
"I hurt you... you're in a hospital bed because of me."
"No," Asaf smiled warmly, grimacing slightly from the pain. He sighed. "I guess it's fifty-fifty. Sure, you lost control, but you were already in such a state of arousal and exhaustion, I shouldn't have taunted you as much, pushed you to lift even more... By the way, 200 kg with your pussy?! What the F?"
        Daisy blushed deeply and kissed his hand, which was now caressing her massive biceps. Even relaxed, her muscles felt impenetrable to his fingers. He felt himself get hard, and a sharp, shooting pain immediately went through his cock.
"Ouch!"
"Yes, Mr. Barki, I'm afraid your morning erections shall be quite painful for a couple of weeks. I'm Dr. Hill," announced the man holding a tablet.
"Hello, Doctor," said Daisy.
"Good morning, Doctor. How badly am I injured?" asked Asaf.
"Well, you have five broken ribs, a displaced pelvis which we replaced but will need physical therapy to heal the ligaments. And, as you can see, your penis got, um, literally crushed." Dr. Hill glanced at Daisy before continuing. "So, about two months of recovery for your ribs and pelvis, and two weeks for your phallus."
"It means two weeks without..." Daisy trailed off.
"Haha, yes, Mrs. Barki, you will have to find other means to, um, satisfy your needs."
Daisy blushed, her hulking body tensing so much her shirt creaked.
"And I should add that, given your size difference, he should probably be on top from now on."
Asaf giggled in a painful grimace, and Daisy squirmed in discomfort.
"Now, Mr. Barki, this afternoon you'll go through some more examinations and an observation night, and you should be able to leave tomorrow morning. We just want to make absolutely sure there is no internal damage."
"Alright, thanks, Dr. Hill," said Asaf.
"Mrs. Barki, I suggest you go take a proper rest. You look worse than your husband."
They all chuckled softly, and she nodded in agreement.
"Okay," she leaned over Asaf and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. "I'll come back later today, okay? Call me if you need anything."
Asaf's small hand lingered lovingly on her hard, warm muscles as she left the room.

[horst11]

Amazing, this is one of the best story's if read in a long time... incredible.

I love how she gets stronger everywhere... can't wait to see what other muscles she trains next.

One think I would love to see, and you alluded to it already, is her getting so sexy with all these muscles that she has the ability to make other people orgasm without touching. Just a subtle flex or move on purpose with a wink can take control of them...
Love the idea and it would work nicely. But it's your story, so whatever works best.

Keep it up; this is really good