Daisy (a classic growth story)

[Elmanouche]

Been thinking for last 2 chapters that Daisy needed to start training Asaf otherwise this would happen.

Not planned to make Asaf workout, he's not built like this. She just have to be more careful.

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

Thanks!
And...Who knows.

[Elmanouche]

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XXII
   Back home, Asaf would recover slowly. His days were punctuated by discomfort: his morning erections were indeed painful, and he couldn't laugh as much as he'd wanted without grimacing in pain. Despite his situation – the constant ache of broken ribs and a displaced pelvis – he was, paradoxically, having his best life. Daisy, still consumed by overwhelming guilt over the accident, dedicated herself to his care, attending to his every need with careful, silent devotion. And, if before the accident she had been slowly drifting toward a dominant demeanor, after, her submissive nature struck back full force, and she obeyed his every demand with immediate, profound obedience. Asaf wasn't acting out of dominance; he was driven by love and a fierce resolve for her to achieve greatness.
So, when Daisy came to him saying she would stop lifting weights, he simply tilted his head.
"Why?" he calmly asked.
"Because I would dread me to hurt you more than I already did..." she replied, her voice low, thick with remorse. Her colossal shoulders hunched forward, a picture of immense, physical apology.
He brushed his small hand over her mountainous bicep, his touch electric. She shivered, her entire armour of muscle momentarily relaxing under his command.
"Didn't we already agree that it was both our fault?"
"Yes, but... I'm growing so hard, so strong, it's..." she saw Asaf grimace in pain, then immediately rushed forward, her huge hands hovering but not touching his torso. "What is it, love?"
"N-Nothing... It... it just makes me hard when you say that," he glanced up at her, his loving brown eyes filled with unmistakable lust. "I don't want you to stop. Now that we know, we'll be careful right? You have the potential to become the biggest, most muscular being there is, and I want you to reach it. I command you to reach it."
Daisy looked into his loving brown eyes, her last defenses melted away by his will.
"Alright, I'll do it. For you." His will carved itself in her head, becoming her core directive. "I'll crush competitions and records, for you. Become your ultimate fantasy, for you." She whispered, flexing her granite bicep, the movement purely for his eyes.
   She then leaned over to kiss him with agonizing slowness, carefully placing her lips on his, the movement of her massive chest calculated not to bump his ribs. He winced in pain from the exertion of the kiss itself, and his penis trying to grow hard.
"Fuck it hurts!" He said, his voice strained but ending in a giddy giggle.
"Mmph, please heal fast." She moaned out, carefully cupping his intense, painful hard-on through his pants.

   A week after the incident, Daisy received a call from Dr. Wickfield. The research team was poised to publish the first comprehensive paper on her, and the call was to provide crucial insights and, more importantly, to officially remove the NDA. Daisy could now speak openly about her biology, and the timing was perfect: she had just secured an invitation to the Friday Night Show, hosted by Garry Hollner, which she was determined to attend.
   Therefore, a week later, Daisy was being pampered and dressed in the studio's backstage. Garry Hollner, sharp in his tuxedo, leaned toward the camera, a broad grin splitting his face as the audience noise subsided slightly.

"We are honored tonight to have a woman who is not only rewriting the record books of human strength but who is using her immense platform for profound good. She is the reigning MIA Open Overall Champion, the woman who broke all world records for the under 125 kg class in her last powerlifting competition. And most importantly, she is a dedicated patron and strong voice for The Voices of Power, an organization helping women recover from domestic violence. Please welcome the unparalleled, the phenomenal... Daisy Connelly-Barki!"
   The crowd exploded into another roar, a wave of palpable excitement and awed anticipation washing over the studio. Daisy, looking impossibly large, strode onto the stage. She was clad in a custom-tailored, emerald-green outfit, loose on the top to accommodate her burgeoning traps and pectorals, and stretchable skintight across her lower body, emphasizing the mountainous width of her shoulders and the chiseled, inhuman density of her legs. She exchanged a handshake with Garry, her steel-hard hand swallowing his completely. Garry's eyes widened, and he visibly flustered, quickly pulling his hand back as if burned.
"Welcome, Daisy! That is the single most intimidating handshake I have ever received," Garry said, shaking his tingling fingers and taking a slightly too-deep breath. "Please, take a seat."
Daisy settled carefully into the interview chair. The sheer size of her granite-hard quads strained the upholstery, and she took up nearly all of the available space, a picture of immense, composed power.
"Thank you, Garry. It's wonderful to be here, and sorry for your hand," Daisy replied, her voice warm, yet subtly teasing.
"It's wonderful to have you. Before we talk about the incredible science surrounding you, I have to commend your work with The Voices of Power. What got you to invest yourself in this association and how important is it for you to use your new status to champion this cause?"
Daisy's expression softened, though her colossal traps remained immense, a shield of dense muscle around her neck.
"To begin with, and some of my fans already know, I was also victim of domestic violence, it was thanks to my current husband that I broke free from my tormentor."
"Asaf Barki, also your manager," Garry added.
"Indeed," she smiled with love in her voice, "So to me it's a personal matter. And it's everything. The Foundation does vital work. It's about giving women the resources and strength they need to rebuild their lives, safely, and to rebuild their mental health. I know that feeling of being physically overpowered and helpless. I know that feeling of being self-deprecated and low self-esteem, I know the inner strength and outside help it requires to go through therapies and lengthy recovery. That's why this work is so important now. I want every woman to know that their strength isn't defined by their physical size, but by their will to survive and thrive and that they're not alone, we're here to help. But if my new strength, this... this monolithic presence can draw attention and funding to women who need real, physical safety and escape, I will use it every single day."
The audience broke into applause, many observers in the front row wiping their brows, their admiration for her cause tinged with obvious physical arousal at the sheer power she represented.

"That is a truly noble mission," Garry said, visibly composed again. "Now, speaking of that monolithic presence, let's talk about how it came to be. Your physical transformation started two years and half ago when you began taking martial arts lessons."
Daisy nodded and completed, "Jujitsu and Taekwondo, yes."
"You soon prove yourself to be a genius in both by mastering them in only eighteen months. And already your body showed remarkable developments. And bit more than seven months ago, you started lifting weights. Looking at you now, it shows how good it did you. For instance, at last MIA Open, you were already a staggering 129 kg, but we clearly see that you are bigger today. Where do you stand now?"
"Nice résumé, and as for my progress I currently weight 155 kg at about 6% body fat."
"Wait, you're telling me you've gained twenty-six kilos of muscle in six weeks?" Exclaimed Garry, utterly bewildered, adjusting his tuxedo tie.
"Haha, yes, I have. I probably eat more than six times than you and spend seven hours a day in the gym."
"Wow, a workday in the gym. I remember your biceps measured at 58 cm at MIA Open... how big are they now?" Garry asked, his voice gaining a slight, anticipatory huskiness.
"I actually don't know! But maybe you can help me, I brought a tape." Daisy said, handing the tape to Garry, who laughed with strained excitement and nodded.
"Alright, alright."
   He stood from his chair and walked around his desk. Daisy had already flexed her mammoth biceps, the movement straining her loose sleeve instantly. The muscle surged, a rigid, striated peak of pure power. Several audience members gasped, some covering their mouths, their faces red with immediate, physical shock and awe.
"Wow," Garry whispered, momentarily forgetting the camera. "If you allow me, I want to try something."
"Sure!"
Garry placed both his hands on her massive biceps peak and jumped to put all his weight on her arm. The muscle barely rippled.
"Oh my goodness, it's so hard! Do you even feel my weight?" he asked, giggling, his breathing heavy.
"Haha, I do, I'd say you are about 80 kg?" said Daisy, bouncing her huge bicep slightly, an action that sent a palpable wave of physical tension through the front rows of the audience.
"You are pretty correct, now," he dropped down, and wrapped the tape around Daisy's hulking mound of dense muscle. "68 cm!!"
Daisy smiled and flexed harder, thick, blue veins popping along her arm.
"69! Geez. She hit sixty-nine centimeters!"
"Haha, that's actually small," she heard the chuckle of the crowd, "ish."
Garry went back to his chair, visibly recovering his composure.
"So, 69 cm of arm that is fundamentally unmovable. I have to ask... would you indulge me in one more challenge? A friendly arm-wrestling match?"
"An arm-wrestling match?" Daisy chuckled. "I'm not sure that's fair, Garry."
"Fair is boring! I propose a handicap: I get to use two arms."
"Very well," Daisy conceded, a soft smile on her face.
   The crew quickly set up a reinforced platform. Daisy carefully rested her impenetrable right elbow on the pad. Garry, gripping the edge of her massive, dense forearm with both hands, positioned himself opposite her. The sheer contrast between his two hands clinging to her one forearm was electric.
"Ready, set, go!"
   Garry strained, his face immediately turning crimson, applying the collective force of his two arms against her one. Daisy's arm remained perfectly vertical, utterly unmoved, her face completely serene. Her granite forearm and bicep seemed to grow harder under the pressure, the tendons in her wrist looking like braided steel cables. Several male audience members were now frozen, mesmerized, visibly near a state of physical ecstasy at the sight of her immovable power. After a few agonizing seconds for Garry, Daisy gave a soft, almost imperceptible flex of her yoked traps. Her arm slammed Garry's two hands down to the pad with a decisive thud.
Garry gasped for air, his two arms limp. "I... I think you broke my spirit, Daisy. That was utterly humiliating. My two arms couldn't budge your one massive appendage even an inch."
"I told you it would be unfair, Garry!" she giggled.

"Now, tell us about the findings," Garry recovered, leaning back on the desk. "The New York Sport Institute published a paper – 'a biological analysis of Daisy Barki and the potential leaps it can bring to sport training and medicine'. Quite the title! They called you, and I quote, a 'human muscle anomaly.' Can you break down for us what exactly is happening under that gorgeous skin?"
Daisy leaned forward slightly, her enormous pectoral muscles visibly flexing and separating with the subtle movement, drawing another wave of audible gasps from the audience.
"Well, of course. Honestly, I didn't understand everything they told me, I have a Marketing and Communication degree," she giggled. "Let's just say mother nature gave my body everything it needs to build big, strong and fast. I am sort of a mutant. For example, like any bodybuilder, my body produces dopamine when I workout, except mine blocks myostatin. For a reminder, myostatin is what stops muscle growth in the human body."
"So, myostatin is the 'stop growing' button for muscles, and yours is simply turned off?" Garry asked, fascinated.
Daisy nodded.
"Precisely. When I train, the brake is completely disengaged. It allows for an almost limitless rate of hypertrophy. It's why the growth since I started seven months ago has been so absurd. On top of that, they discovered that my muscle tissue is significantly denser than a typical elite bodybuilder's, which translates directly into raw, concentrated power. It explains why I'm smaller than I should be; at my height my biceps would be closer from 80 cm than 70. To support this, my tendons have become thicker and tougher than normal, and my entire bone structure has literally densified to handle the ridiculous loads I subject it to."
Garry shook his head. "You are becoming a superhero. It almost makes your records seem... inevitable. And speaking of limits... We have taken the liberty of setting up a little demonstration right here on the stage."

   Garry gestured behind them, where a specialized deadlift platform had been rolled out. The barbell was already loaded with a truly terrifying amount of weight.
"Daisy, this barbell is loaded to 600. Are you up for showing our audience what a biological outlier looks like when she works?"
A focused gleam appeared in Daisy's eyes. "I'd be happy to, Garry."
Daisy rose from the chair – a sheer, unfathomable wall of muscle – and walked toward the platform. She removed her high heels, revealing the unbelievable, chiseled density of her calves, and stepped onto the platform. The audience fell into a thick, nervous silence.
"That is 600 kilograms," Garry narrated. "Watch the Cheat Code in action."
"I must add that this is my actual ten rep training in the gym when focusing on strength," Said Daisy.
   She took a massive, rattling breath. With a sudden, primal snarl, she tensed. Her entire back instantly solidified; the trapezius muscles surged up like mountainous shields, the spinal erectors popped out like taut steel ropes, and the immense quadriceps bulged violently. The plates rattled, and with a relentless, agonizing grind, the weight left the floor. Every corded fiber of her body was screaming as she drove her hips forward. The bar rose, slowly, inexorably, until she locked the weight out, standing straight – a defiant, unyielding pillar of muscle.
Garry leaped up from his chair, shouting over the sound of the plates vibrating violently.
"OH MY GOD! She does it! Six hundred kilograms!"
Daisy held the lift for a long moment, the blood pounding visibly in the veins of her neck and arms. Then, with a wink at the camera, she performed a second repetition, holding on the descent and the rise perfectly.
"Two?!" said a bewildered Garry.
With a controlled clang, she lowered the bar, the sound shaking the stage. She turned, completely pumped, her whole physique glistening with exertion, and the audience erupted into a frenzied standing ovation, their awe now reaching a fever pitch of physical admiration.
"That is Daisy Connelly-Barki, ladies and gentlemen! The strongest woman alive, and the kindest champion. We'll be right back!"

[erocha75]

This is a true gem of a story, it is just absolutely wonderful: the slow burn and the never ending growth are just masterful, while the characters feel so human and authentic. This last chapter, with Asaf "commanding" Daisy to become the most muscular being in existence, is simply marvelous. Can't wait to read where u take it from here... Thanks so much for sharing...

[Elmanouche]

This is a true gem of a story, it is just absolutely wonderful: the slow burn and the never ending growth are just masterful, while the characters feel so human and authentic. This last chapter, with Asaf "commanding" Daisy to become the most muscular being in existence, is simply marvelous. Can't wait to read where u take it from here... Thanks so much for sharing...

Thanks! Glad you like it, I do enjoy writing it.

[Elmanouche]

XXIII
   The two weeks following the Friday Night Show had been another period of relentless, violent growth. Daisy's body, fueled by the limitless energy of her mutation and the punishing volume of her training, had not paused its insane ascent. She was training hard, lifting heavy, and Asaf was pushing her to her limit. If he asked her to do another set, she would do it instantly, even if her body was already screaming for a rest. Asaf noticed the profound shift in her behavior, feeling how she was bending to his every will. He tested her – always being mindful not to push his authority too far into cruelty – asking her to flex or carry him around with casual requests. To Daisy, this dynamic was a revelation; she was loving the submission, and it was turning her on tremendously. Needless to say, given Asaf was still in the recovery phase, she was training her pussy more than ever, both because he had asked and as a necessary release for her overwhelming sexual tension.
   It was late August, and Daisy, eager to satisfy the public appetite, had decided to share her latest dimensions via an InstaSnap stream. Yumi was operating the camera, carefully aiming the lens to capture the massive tableau Daisy presented. Yumi, usually unflappable, already felt a slight flush creeping up her neck, a purely physical reaction to the sheer, breathtaking scale of her friend.
"Alright, we're live!" Yumi murmured from behind the screen.
   Daisy was clad in only a minimal string thing, designed to showcase the striations and hyper-density of every muscle group and the absurd thickness of her pectorals. She stood perfectly still, a monolithic wall of glistening, tanned muscle that utterly dwarfed the backdrop of their basement gym.
   Asaf, moving slowly and deliberately due to his still-recovering pelvis and ribs, approached her with the tailor's tape measure. Daisy watched him with absolute, unwavering focus, her body tensing slightly, but she controlled the instinct to fuss. She was his subject, and he was her unquestioned authority.

"Welcome, everyone! It's time for the monthly weigh-in," Daisy announced, her voice booming with cheerful power. "I usually just do a post on InstaSnap but I often get asked to do it on video, so here it is. My physique is growing faster than we can shop for clothes, so let's get the hard numbers out there."
Yumi started with a full body shot, showcasing Daisy's hardened bulk.
"I am still 178 cm tall – shouldn't change, all we need now is for me to grow taller, haha."
She stepped on an advanced electronic scale.
"For good measure, I haven't eaten yet, I'm telling you I'm starving right now!" she glanced at the digits, "162 kilograms, and still clocking in at 6% body fat. That's seven kilos of dense muscles in fourteen days, not bad huh?"
Daisy then addressed her husband.
"Ready for the tough part, love? Start with the shoulders. Let's show them the yoke first."
   Asaf stood beside her, his small figure a shocking visual contrast. He had to stretch high to even reach the highest point of her immense physique.
"Shoulders first. Full deltoid sweep," Asaf instructed.
Daisy slowly rotated her massive upper body sideways. Yumi skillfully zoomed in on the colossal spherical deltoids and the thick ridges of her trapezius.
"90 centimeters!" Asaf announced, excitement breaking through. "Nearly a full meter of width! You're literally wider than most standard doorways, Daisy, you have to walk sideways."
Daisy chuckled, the sound deep in her chest.
"It's a constant struggle, my love. I feel like a walking piece of furniture." She bounced her arms on her lats. "Plus, those are so dense, I have that natural angle in my arms, it takes even more space!"
Yumi's eyes scanned the comment section.
"Someone called MuscleGod99 just wrote, 'The width is paralyzing! I feel faint.'" Yumi stumbled slightly over the word faint, her cheeks warming.
"Next: Chest and Pecs, measured across the thickest point," Daisy directed, puffing her chest slightly to emphasize the rock-hard density.
   Yumi zoomed in tight on the incredible barrel girth of muscle spanning her torso. Asaf navigated the tape measure around her impenetrable pectorals, which were thick and high, separated by a deep, vascular valley.
"Chest: 180 centimeters."
"Geez, I'm thicker than I'm tall," Daisy giggled.
She then subtly sucked in her core, focusing the contraction on the eight-pack abdominals that looked like overlapping sheets of carved metal.
"Waist next, darling. Get the smallest point."
"Waist: 82 centimeters," Asaf declared.
He paused, looking up at her with a satisfied smile.
"Still the tiniest waist in the league, despite carrying an impossible mass."
"We maintain the V-taper, or we stop growing," Daisy quipped, then nodded for him to continue.
Asaf moved to the lower body.
"Hips and buttocks," he announced.
   He stretched the tape measure across her massive, flaring pelvic and gluteal shelves. Yumi stepped closer, taking in the gigantic glutes view as Asaf measured, showing the tape marks.
"Hips with massive buttocks: 155 centimeters."
"Yumi, what are the fans saying about the glutes?" Daisy asked teasingly.
Yumi cleared her throat, slightly flustered by the close focus on the area. "Someone named HardcoreHips just posted, 'I am literally trembling. Those are sculpted mountains.'"
Daisy giggled and made her mammoth ass cheeks bounce.
   Asaf placed his small hand on the side of her immense thigh, guiding the tape to the circumference. Daisy flexed her quadriceps, causing the massive muscle to bulge and twist violently. Yumi zoomed in on the dense, corded tissue that made up her upper leg.
"Thighs, fully contracted: 110 centimeters."
"My poor tailor, that's bigger than a full-grown man's chest," Daisy muttered, then shifted her arm forward.
"Arms next. Start with the biceps peak."
   Daisy flexed her right arm, the movement making the granite boulder of her bicep surge upwards. Asaf reached up, measuring the immense circumference. Yumi provided a close-up that filled the screen with the immense, ridged mountain of her bicep.
"Biceps: 74 centimeters!" Asaf exclaimed.
Daisy looked at the camera with a playful grin, then directed Asaf.
"I think it's as big as your chest, love, hmm? Prove it to the masses."
Asaf blushed, but nodded, a silent command in his eyes.
"Now the forearms, please. The workhorses."
"Forearms: 58 centimeters," Asaf measured the thick, ridged pillar of muscle below her elbow.
   Finally, the calves. Daisy placed her foot on a block to contract the muscle, showing the diamond-shaped, striated density of her lower leg. Yumi provided the final close-up of the rock-hard, monstrous curve.
"Calves: 77 centimeters." Asaf finished the measurement, stepping back.
Daisy let out a satisfied breath. She immediately focused her attention on Asaf.
"My manager is done for today, folks. Everything okay, my love? Do you need anything?" she asked, gently placing her huge hand on his shoulder in a soft, non-pressurized grip.
"I'm fine, my queen," Asaf replied, stepping back to take the final shot, his voice charged with undeniable command. "Now, go eat. We have a lot more growing to do before the Olympia."
Daisy smiled, the direct command erasing the last traces of her anxiety and filling her with purpose.
"As you wish."
   Her immense physique registered the thrill of his dominance. She picked up the two empty water bottles he had set down – a small, habitual task she had reserved to save his recovering body the minimal effort – and turned off-camera, her 90 cm width forcing her to angle her immense body slightly to pass through the door. The stream cut out on the sight of her huge, steely contracting glutes sweep disappearing around the corner.

Yumi packed the camera and microphones, exhaling sharply.
"You good?" asked Asaf, who was helping.
"Oh, yes, I suppose I'm a bit tired, those last six months have been a bit crazy for an old housewife like me." She laughed.
"Aww, you're not old! Besides, soon vacations!"
"Yes! Feels weird to me to actually ask for days off, but yes. It will do Richard and me good."
They finished cleaning the basement, Yumi trying to shake off the lingering feeling of guilt as flashes of Daisy's hulk popped in her brain.
"See you in two weeks then, Asaf?"
"Probably not, visiting my sister for a couple of days, and Daisy not coming because... not much place there." He laughed. "Do take care, yumi." He added, smling warmly.

[matiz]

Nice story! I hope they could find the way and make her taller.

[Elmanouche]

Nice story! I hope they could find the way and make her taller.

I thought about it, but I thought she was already that much a cheat code.
So, it's not a definitive no, but not planned yet.

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XXIV
   Mid-September, a crisp, sunny Monday morning. Yumi had performed her domestic duties: she'd unpacked her luggage, helped Richard prepare his work items, and sent him off to work with a cheerful goodbye. She then dedicated two hours to moderating Daisy's burgeoning social networks. Her main task was blocking and deleting waves of messages – mostly explicit confessions about how Daisy's body were making them, in their own words, "horny," "trembling," or causing immediate physical reactions. Feeling slightly exhausted by the intensity of the fanbase, she walked to her neighbor's house.

   Upon entering, Yumi was met by the loud, rhythmic clangs echoing from the basement gym. Being a good friend, she took a detour to the kitchen, preparing a powerful, four-scoop strawberry protein shake and walked down the stairs. She pushed the basement door open and paused, taking in the scene. Daisy was locked into a calf raise machine, the apparatus loaded with a colossal six hundred kilograms.
   Yumi stepped closer, her breath catching. She watched Daisy's calves – monstrous, inverted diamond-heart shapes – burgeoning with terrifying vascularity at each rep. Yumi recognized those pink leggings; they now clung higher above her ankles, stretched taut beyond any reasonable limit. Drifting her gaze north, Daisy's humongous thighs were consuming most of the calf raise rack space. The hamstrings beneath them bulged like massive, flexed biceps, the pink Lycra stretched so thin across their sheer girth that the individual striations and cross-hatching of the muscle were perfectly visible.
   Yumi gulped, feeling a familiar, unwelcome surge of arousal that made her lower body tighten at the sight. Her eyes reached Daisy's glutes. They flexed violently at the peak of each repetition, two unfathomably strong, hemispherical masses of muscle. The fabric groaned audibly and creaked under the tension, struggling to contain their power. Yumi's heart skipped a beat, a clear physiological response to the overwhelming physical display. Attached to those wide, hard hips was a – relatively – thin waist, anchored by thick, ripped serratus and dorsalis, which then flared up into a large, deep, bulging chest and lats, creating an absurd, breathtaking V-taper.

Yumi felt her breath coming short, her nipples poking rigidly against her loose shirt.
"...fourteen..."
Suddenly, she heard Daisy's count.
"...fifteen. Mmph, gotta add more plates."
Daisy stood down from the machine, the floor settling after the immense weight was racked.
"Oh, Yumi, how long have you been there?"
Yumi blushed and quickly lied, the words catching in her throat.
"I just arrived," she said, handing the shake, "how are you?"
"Oooh, perfect, thanks!" Daisy's massive hand effortlessly engulfed the bottle, and she gulped down the four-scoop shake in one continuous swallow.
   Yumi's eyes bulged out, momentarily imagining the protein instantly fusing with the tectonic plates beneath Daisy's skin.
"And I'm fine, thanks, usual me as you can see." Daisy casually flexed a bicep, the peaked mountain shifting and tightening without conscious effort. Yumi shivered, a visceral reaction that went straight to her core. "How were your holidays? And how is Tim?"
The mention of her son provided a brief, focusing anchor.
"It was good, and it felt nice to have alone time with my gentle king. Our week in France was marvelous. Thank God we only spent one day in Paris, beautiful city, but so stressful! And Tim is fine, settled in his job. He sends his hello by the way; I think he has a crush on you."
"Haha."
"Like many..." Yumi added, unable to stop herself.
Daisy was already adding another fifty kilos to the rack for her next calf set, the plates rattling under her heavy, dense grip.
"That's nice, maybe one day I'll travel with Asaf too." Before stepping back onto the machine, she looked at Yumi, genuinely curious. "How so 'like many'?"
   Daisy started her set, her legs and calves exploding in size, the leggings and skin creaking under the pressure of her expanding muscle mass. Yumi swallowed hard, the familiar wave of intense arousal rising back up. She stared at those absurdly hard calves flex, the fine striations visible through the stretched-thin fabric.
"One..."
"You've seen it, Daisy, haven't you? How people look at you in the streets, how some had orgasms at MIA just watching you flex..."
Yumi felt tingles down her womanhood, staring at Daisy's rear flex at the apex of her repetition.
"Two."
"Even me..." she added, the admission slipping out, then immediately asking, "Can I touch your muscles?"
Daisy stayed at the low spot an instant, her cheek flushing with surprised pleasure and a touch of submission to the request, then she just nodded.
"Three."
Yumi placed her hands on the monumental calf, feeling every ridge and muscle fiber dance and harden as Daisy performed the 650 kg calf raise.
"Four."
Her fingers could feel the distinct difference in hardness between the relaxed and fully contracted states, yet both were just as impenetrable, like heated steel.
"Five."
Yumi's eyes lingered over those monstrous ass cheeks flexing, her hands slowly moving up to shamelessly cup and feel Daisy's immense hamstrings.
"Six."
Each count from Daisy made Yumi shiver, her heart beating a frantic rhythm in her chest, the sensual huskiness of Daisy's voice vibrating through her core. Why did even her voice feel so sexy? Her hands were now shamelessly feeling the monumental glutes, and Daisy let out a low, satisfied purr as she struggled through her set.
"Mmm. Seven!"
The eighth rep was a battle, Daisy's breathing turning into a raspy growl, the ascent excruciatingly slow and the descent a brutal fight against gravity.
"Nnnnngggg eight!"

   Daisy locked the weight and slowly stepped down, turning to face Yumi. Yumi's gaze was feverishly wandering over the tectonic plates of her pecs, her unfathomable core, the uncontrollable twitching of muscles she didn't even know existed. Yumi glanced up, eyes lingering on the stretched fabric of her top about to lose its fight against the unstoppable muscle, up to her friend's face, seeking solace. She was met only with those perfect almond-shaped emerald eyes, framed by perfectly undulating, silky blond hair, and her voluptuous lips. Even the sweat shimmering over her perfectly tanned skin seemed to enhance her ethereal, overwhelming beauty. It was too much for the middle-aged woman, and she instinctively threw out a hand, finding balance on Daisy's rock-hard pectorals.
"Yumi?"
Her sensual, concerned voice sent the final, obliterating blow into Yumi's core, who yelped, orgasming helplessly against Daisy's magnificent chest.
"D-Daisy I..." She sighed, shuddering from ecstasy while leaning on Daisy's immovable frame. "Remember when I... accepted your job offer?" she asked, slowly pushing herself away.
"Y-Yes," Daisy said, her eyes wide with shock and confusion.
"I think we've reached that moment, where I am overwhelmed... By you." Daisy blinked. Yumi continued, trying to formulate the chaotic thoughts in her mind. "I... I hoped that my vacation would have toned it down. But here I am, coming back to see you lift absurd amount of weight with your... fucking sexy muscles. Your perfect, absurd symmetry, your insane bulk framing your gorgeous face, everything about you screams 'I'm sexy'. It's not a crush my son has over you, that is lust, Daisy. Everyone is lusting over you, because you're so fucking perfect, so fucking hard, so fucking strong, and so fucking beautiful."
Daisy gasped; she had never heard Yumi speak with such raw, uninhibited intensity.
"But I love Richard, yet now I feel like I betrayed him with hot, bulging, tanned, steely muscles."
   Yumi shook her head, her mind trying to shake off her thoughts and lust, but every time she looked at Daisy, she could only see her sexy, pulsating meat.
"Yumi, I'm... sorry... What can I do?" Daisy asked, her voice laced with the ever-present guilt.
"Nothing, it's not your fault you are a smoking hot genetic marvel, and it's not you the problem, it's your body. I even tried to see you as my daughter..."
"And you are like a second mother to me, Yumi."
The older woman smiled and brushed Daisy's cheek.
"Thanks, and I-I know, but it didn't help. It's primal, bestial. I just can't help it. And only your muscles do me that effect... What I mean is, I can't keep on being physically present when just the two of us, I can't be your streaming tech anymore. For the sake of our friendship, and my marriage."
Daisy looked down, guilt intensifying.
"Does it mean you resign from your job?" she asked, her voice low and submissive.
"Well, I suppose I still can be your remote community manager? But that's about it."
"I understand, and it's very much fine by me. I'm so sorry."
"Haha, stop, Daisy. You're just too much a marvel for little ol' me to bear." Yumi looked at her friend's hulking frame. "To think that top used to be loose..." She added, eyes lingering over the stretched sleeve.
Daisy smiled faintly and stood still, attempting to contain the bulging and twitching muscles everywhere at each of her movements.
"Alright, I'm going back home to freshen up and, um, change... When Asaf gets back, we'll have to finish your merch store."
"We will," Said Daisy, her voice subdued with acceptance.

[Elmanouche]

XXV
   Daisy watched Yumi stride away, the scene of her friend's helpless physical reaction leaving a genuine pinch of guilt and confusion in her heart. She then glanced down at her hulking, striated pectorals straining fiercely against the fabric of her once-loose lifting top. This constant, jarring reminder of her absurd physical magnitude was a daily reality. Reaching for her phone, she scrolled through the InstaSnap comments. Yumi had already purged the most offensive and sexually explicit remarks, but Daisy could still read between the lines; the pure, unadulterated lust that her mere existence seemed to inspire.
   Walking out of the gym, Daisy craved some fresh air to clear her head. After a quick, scalding shower, she changed into clean clothes: another pair of pink compression leggings that fought a losing, yet spectacular, battle to contain her immense, tightly packed quads, and a brand-new, cream-colored 4XL hoodie. Branded across the chest with her nickname, 'Cheat Code,' in a sleek, custom-designed graphic, the hoodie was loose enough to temporarily conceal the monumental bulk of her upper body. She then grabbed her 250 kg ankle and wrist weights, clipped them securely, and headed out for a jog.
   Setting a quick, heavy pace, she ran through the quiet neighborhood toward a large, urban park, two kilometers distant. Less than five minutes later, Daisy was already lapping the park's perimeter. It was a fresh, sun-drenched day in mid-September, and many people were out, enjoying the lingering warmth. She slowed as she neared a dedicated calisthenics area – a space equipped with pull-up bars, ab seats, parallel bars, and a CrossFit rig – her quivering quads flaring with every powerful, ground-eating stride.
   Mostly unnoticed – the massive hoodie doing its job perfectly – Daisy moved to stand beneath a pull-up bar. She offered a quick, curt nod to a topless man already working out; even with the man's impressive, chiseled physique, her contained, yet palpable bulk was still imposing next to him. She jumped, grasped the bar, adjusted her impenetrable, bone-crushing grip, and began pumping her 171 kg of pure muscle – plus the additional 250 kg of external load – up and down at a frantic, relentless rhythm. The man beside her had barely completed five reps when Daisy dropped down in a heavy, ground-shaking thud, having finished twenty.

As she landed, a sharp whistle cut through the air.
"Damn, man, what kind of a beast are you?!" said a young man, clearly fit, about to take his turn after the first man finished ten reps.
   Daisy felt her hoodie suddenly tense around her pumped, impossibly wide lats. She noted the group was composed of four well-built young men and two equally fit-looking women. She shrugged her colossal shoulders and jumped back up for another set.
"The kind that keeps lifting," she answered, her voice slightly strained from the exertion.
Her sensual, distinctly feminine voice instantly turned heads, and one of the girls, who wore a sleek ponytail and black compression shorts, scrutinized Daisy as she cranked out relentless repetitions.
   Daisy dropped down again with a heavy thud, the entire bar rig rattling violently overhead. She felt the eyes of the group – named in her mind as the 'Gym Crew' – fixated on her. The girl in the ponytail stepped forward, her gaze locked on the logo across Daisy's chest. A look of dawning, shocked recognition crossed her face.
"Wait a minute," she said, her voice rising with sudden excitement. "Is that... are you 'Cheat Code' Daisy? The one from the Friday Night Show?"
Daisy paused, her traps still towering beneath the cotton fabric. She blushed slightly, but the attention was a warm, delicious flush of validation for her hard work and her commitment to Asaf's will.
"Maybe," Daisy replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Oh my God, it is you! I saw the measurements on InstaSnap! But the hoodie... it's doing so much work," the girl laughed, running her hand nervously through her ponytail. "I'm Jennifer, and these are my friends."
   The group quickly introduced themselves - a mix of college athletes and CrossFit enthusiasts. Jake, Marcus, Leo, Chris, and the other girl, Chloe, all stared, their professional admiration quickly morphing into the familiar, flustered awe that Daisy's sheer presence always inspired.
"We've been watching your growth," Marcus said, swallowing hard, his eyes lingering on the tight pink fabric stretching over her monumental, vein-roped quads. "But that hoodie... it has to be a crime. We need to see what's under there."
Daisy grinned. The challenge, the focused attention, and the palpable desire in their eyes – it was impossible to resist the subtle command of the crowd. It was, after all, part of the show.
"Alright, fine," Daisy chuckled, her voice deep and powerful. "It is a little hot with this on, anyway."
With a slow, deliberate, and theatrical movement, Daisy pulled the 4XL hoodie up and over her head.
The effect was instantaneous and overwhelming.

   The Gym Crew gasped in unison. Daisy stood before them, a towering, unfathomable monument of sculpted muscle in her minimal, sweat-dampened training top and pink leggings. Her 190 cm chest was a deep, vascular canyon of dense, layered muscle, framed by her 94 cm shoulder-width which flared out dramatically to her immense, striated lats. Her 78 cm biceps were thick, ridged spheres, making her forearms look like thick, corded clubs. Sweat glistened over the perfect symmetry of her impenetrable physique.
   Leo, one of the fit guys, stumbled back two steps, clutching the pull-up bar for support, his face turning bright crimson. Jake, Jennifer's boyfriend, stumbled back two steps as well, his face turning bright crimson in a clear moment of physical emasculation. Chris and Marcus simply stared, their eyes wide, while Chloe and Jennifer were rigid with a mix of shock and pure, raw sexual admiration.
"I... I'm gonna need a moment," Jake whispered, his voice hoarse, his gaze glued to her absurdly rippling core.
   Daisy, enjoying the stunned silence and the power it gave her, walked over to an ab seat. She sat down, locking her feet securely under the pads, and set herself for an abs set. She placed her massive hands behind her head, allowing the full width and power of her upper body to be displayed. As she crunched forward, her eight-pack abdominals – sheets of carved granite – visibly twisted and compressed, creating mesmerizing ripples of hyper-dense muscle.

"I need a challenge for this set," Daisy said, grinding out a rep. "I need about 120 to 150 kilograms of resistance. Who wants to sit on my biceps while I kill my abs? I'll need two people."
Jennifer, now completely overriding her flustered boyfriend, immediately volunteered.
"Yes! Oh my God, yes! Leo, join me!"
Leo, still struggling to compose himself, slowly nodded, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and lust. Daisy flexed her arms behind her head, her biceps ballooning upward like hardened shields, her triceps burgeoning downward.
"Okay, how much do you two weigh? If you don't mind saying." She asked, matter-of-factly.
"75," Replied Leo, gulping.
"70!" answered Jennifer, already eager to climb onto Daisy's bulk.
"Alright, perfect. On the count of three, sit right here." She indicated the flat, massive surface of her upper arms, near the elbow crease. "And hold on tight."
   Jennifer and Leo positioned themselves as instructed, both holding onto Daisy's hulking shoulders and pecs. Daisy felt her cheek flush slightly; she could unmistakably feel Leo's arousal brushing against her biceps and the warmth of Jennifer's round ass on the other. Daisy's abs rippled as they held all of her upper body weight, the added 100 kg wrist bands, and 145 kg of human flesh.
On rep one, Daisy performed the crunch smoothly. Her granite abs flexed with impossible definition. Jennifer and Leo were either giggling or gasping.
By rep four, the power required to move the combined weight was immense, yet contained. Jennifer, pressed firmly against the unyielding, twisting muscle of Daisy's shoulders and pecs, let out a choked sound, her face flushed with overwhelming, physical rapture.
By rep seven, Daisy drove forward, the effort registering in a low, resonant groan. Her entire core pulsed with raw, tectonic strength. Jennifer cried out, her body spasming as she reached an immediate, helpless orgasm while pinned to Daisy's granite shoulders. Leo, suspended in awe, felt his own composure dissolving under the intense, rhythmic power.
   Daisy completed the tenth repetition, her abs locked down like a hydraulic press. She set the two humans down gently, and she watched them recover – Jennifer giddily walking back to Jake with a broad, sated smile on her face. The crowd was stunned into silence.
"I told you," Daisy grunted playfully. "The Cheat Code keeps lifting."

   She then walked to the pull-up bar again and looked around, her muscles taking up most of the space. Some onlookers had stopped their own activities and were watching, genuinely intrigued or already aroused.
"I'm gonna need some bigger assistants." Once again, her sensual voice sent thrills through the crowd. "How about you, Marcus and, um, Chris, right?"
Marcus and Chris nodded, visibly awed by Jennifer's reaction, and approached with a newfound, respectful terror.
"You're going to sit, one on each of my tibias while I hold my legs parallel to the ground," Daisy instructed, pointing to the shins of her 110 cm thick thighs. "Just behind the knees. Hold on to my thighs."
"You're kidding, right?" Chris panted, "You're going to hold both our 100 kg bodies, plus the ankle weights I can see, I don't know how much they are but..."
"75 kg each," Daisy simply stated.
"Seventy..." Chris was rapidly calculating, "350 kg on your tibias, plus your whole body, on pull-ups?!"
"Well, yes. The hardest part isn't the lift but keeping your balance."
   Chris stared, mouth agape and dumbfounded, as she jumped up, grabbing the bar and immediately locking her colossal legs perfectly straight and parallel to the ground. Marcus gave Chris a gentle tap on his shoulder: "C'mon." They carefully climbed on, their combined 200 kg resting on the thick, dense muscle of her lower legs, her core solidifying into granite tectonic plates.
   Daisy pulled on the first rep. The effort was astronomical. Her lats flared out like gigantic, corded wings, their mass pushing against her arms. Her traps surged up to her ears, and the veins on her arms bulged like ropes with the strain of lifting 350 kilograms of mass plus her bodyweight. Her legs held Marcus and Chris immovably steady.
By the third rep, Daisy's body, a granite pendulum with human cargo, ascended and descended with slow, controlled power. Marcus was forced to grip the thick, dense muscle of her thighs to stay mounted. He looked down at the unbelievable size and strength of her legs, his own pride dissolving into uncontrollable, frantic arousal.
On the sixth rep, the muscles in Daisy's back rippled and flexed, a mesmerizing display of controlled violence. Jennifer had walked behind to watch the steely snakes of her back muscles dance. Chris, perched on her other shin, was utterly mesmerized. He felt a dizzying mix of fear and admiration, and a sudden warmth spread through his pants.
By the eighth rep, the impossible weight and the sheer display of dominance broke the men's composure. Marcus let out a soundless groan, his grip white-knuckled, yet unable to knead her hard quads. Daisy's abs were an anatomy chart of muscle fibers, with rippling obliques and flaring wing-like lats.
   Daisy lowered herself slowly on the last repetition, maintaining perfect control. She held the final hang for a moment, her legs still perfectly straight, before lowering the two men in a controlled descent. Marcus and Chris fell off, panting, their bodies reacting violently to the overwhelming proximity of her power. Daisy, hardly winded, dropped down from the bar and gave a small, shy smile, clearly pleased with the display and the intense reactions of the crowd. Some onlookers applauded, cheered, and she could hear people screaming, "Encore!"

   Daisy shook her arms out, her tank top straining further; she was starting to love the attention and was genuinely digging the impromptu show she was giving.
"Alright, alright, let's go for another one," Daisy announced. "Triceps extensions. Same stuff – legs straight, parallel to the ground. Jake and Chloe, are you up for it?"
   Chloe, wide-eyed but thrilled, nodded immediately. Jake, however, was still staring at Jennifer, who was discreetly adjusting her shorts, her face still radiating bliss. Jake looked at Daisy's mountainous, impossibly wide shoulders and the thick, dense column of her triceps. He shook his head, his voice strained.
"I... I can't. I don't think I can hold on. I'm out."
Jennifer, hearing her boyfriend's refusal, stepped forward, her eyes blazing with desire. She had no shame left, she wanted more.
"I'll go!" Jennifer declared, her voice husky. "I'm good for another round! I'll hold on tight, Daisy. I want to feel that power."
Daisy, surprised but clearly pleased by the fervent request, smiled.
"Alright, Jennifer. Let's do it. Chloe and Jennifer. On the count of three."
   Daisy gripped the parallel bars, her knuckles white against the steel. She jumped up, holding her colossal legs perfectly straight. Chloe and Jennifer carefully mounted, sitting on her ankles and feet, but they were instructed to hold themselves by straddling her immense thighs and gripping her pecs for stability, allowing them to face Daisy, who felt her cheeks flushing as the girls immediately groped her abs. Chloe was panting.
   Daisy slowly began the descent, her triceps – thick, horseshoe-shaped columns of dense muscle – stretching under the immense load of both girls and her hulking body. Jennifer's hands instantly sank into the mammoth, striated muscle of Daisy's quads, and Chloe's hands found the rock-hard, impossibly wide shelf of Daisy's lower pecs.
By rep three, the triceps bulged and hardened. Jennifer began shamelessly caressing the inside of Daisy's thigh, her hands exploring the dense, corded tissue. Chloe was staring intently at the swollen mounds of Daisy's crotch through the leggings.
On the sixth rep, Chloe, feeling the granite of the pectorals flexing under her palms, lost all composure. Her initial shyness vanished. She pressed her face against Daisy's sweaty, prominent pectoral, her hands tightening their grip into a full, desperate grope.
By the eighth rep, Daisy pushed back up with an explosive, controlled thrust. Jennifer, completely undone, moaned and pressed her hips against the unyielding wall of Daisy's lower abs and thighs.
   With a final grind, Daisy pushed back to the top position. She held it for a full five seconds, her triceps locked like granite pistons, the two women clinging to her. Jennifer was now pressing fervent kisses against Daisy's thigh, while Chloe let out a muffled, choked cry of ecstasy against her chest.
   The three people stepped off. Jennifer immediately sank to her knees, looking up at Daisy's overwhelming, glistening form with complete reverence, while Chloe stood swaying, her hand still hovering near the rock-hard canyon of Daisy's chest. Daisy stood there, slightly dumbfounded at the effect she was having, as if noticing for the first time the sexual behemoth she had become. Another round of applause broke Jennifer's reverie, and she stood back up, weakly walking back next to Jake, who was looking with a mix of awe and rage.

   Daisy kept on showing off, performing feats of strength barely anyone in the crowd thought possible. Chloe was more than once asking to help, groping whenever she could. Jennifer stood by Jake, and they actually resumed their workout while keeping a constant eye on Daisy, of course.
"You okay, Jake? You look worried," Jennifer asked.
"Shouldn't I be? I just witnessed my girlfriend having two outrageous orgasms just by being woman-handled by some... genetic freak," he replied.
"Yes, she was quite the experience."
"An experience?"
"Well, yes. I love you, Jake, you're the one I want to build my life with. Not her. And she's married already. No, I'm a fan, an admirer, and she's like my ultimate fantasy. But that's all she is to me – a fantasy." Jennifer pulled Jake's chin up for a deep kiss.
"Besides," she added, groping his crotch, "I can tell she turned you on too."
"Shut up, it's your kiss."
"Riiiiiight." She laughed.

   Meanwhile, Daisy was finishing her workout. The crowd had gathered around, and she was signing autographs and posing for selfies. But then her stomach growled with surprising volume, and she blushed deeply.
"Alright, thanks a lot for your support, guys, but I really ought to run back home. I'm starving."
Her fans, being understanding, gave her some space, and Daisy went to grab her cream hoodie. Turning around, most of the people had left the sports zone. Only Chloe remained, seemingly waiting.
   Daisy looked at the girl. Chloe was about 170 cm and quite strong-looking; she clearly spent a significant amount of time in the gym: visible abs, thick legs, broad shoulders. She had dark brown, almost black hair, straight, framing a cute, delicate pale-skinned face and full lips. Daisy noticed she had some dark makeup, and suddenly the overall emo/goth aesthetic stood out: a black long-sleeved crop-top, black leggings, and black shoes. When Daisy started to walk out, Chloe instantly came up to her.
"Please Daisy, I..."
Chloe took Daisy's hand in both of hers, trembling while letting one of her hands reach up over the mammoth forearm. She quickly flipped a folded paper inside Daisy's palm.
"I'd... I'd love to meet you, again," she finally managed to whisper.
Daisy glanced at the paper; it was a phone number. She looked at the smaller girl and smiled gently.
"You know I'm a married woman?"
"I-I know! And you're like the biggest bodybuilder star, and you must have many requests already. I just..." Chloe's eyes drifted to Daisy's 20 cm thick pecs. "I just want to worship... hot... muscles..." Her voice had turned into an inaudible whisper.
The Cheat Code pondered the girl and asked out of the blue:
"How much do you weigh?"
"Huh? Um, 85 kg, ish. Haven't weighed myself... recently..." her voice once again a barely audible whisper.
Daisy bit her bottom lip; this Chloe girl was even more shy and submissive than her.
"Do you know how to handle a camera? Whether it be for photos or filming?"
"That's actually what I just got a degree in..."
"Oh, really? Well, I happen to have an opened position for a cameraman – or camerawoman. If you wanna come home and discuss it?"
Chloe blinked, then breathed hard.
"At... At your place...?"
And she fainted, Daisy catching her up before she could hurt herself.
"Heh."

[Elmanouche]

Temptation. Jealousy. Intrigue.

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XXVI
   A week later, Daisy and Chloe emerged from the basement gym, the air thick with suppressed energy. Asaf was in the kitchen, putting the final touches on their enormous post-workout meal. He knew Daisy's moods; she often came out with a satiated, beatific smile and a gentle flush on her cheeks that wasn't solely due to muscular exhaustion. This time, however, it felt different. The flush was deeper, her breathing slightly heavier, and the strange, charged looks she exchanged with Chloe – who was equally flustered – were piling clue upon clue.
   That evening, Daisy and Asaf were in bed. As usual, he initiated their lovemaking, and she happily reciprocated, quickly transforming into a shaking, trembling mess of ecstasy, her 176 kg frame morphing into a mountain of responsive, feminine sensuality. He finally collapsed onto her steely pectoral shelves, panting, and gently caressed her monstrous, granite-hard arms. Asaf looked up at Daisy, who seemed content but contemplative.

"Asaf, I have to tell you something..."
"What is it, Love?" he murmured, his head resting securely on her chest.
"I have been doing a little more than just training with Chloe down there..." she confessed, her voice slightly tight.
She blushed, but saw Asaf smiling, his small hands continuing to caress her impossibly broad, dense shoulders.
"I know."
Daisy froze, her massive traps briefly tightening. "You know? How?"
"I had doubts from the start, which got definitively confirmed today. I know you, Daisy. I see how your muscles look right after you get what you want."
"Seems like I couldn't keep that hidden from you," she giggled, straightening herself up. She cradled him in her massive, vascular arms and delivered a long, deep kiss.
"Nope. Thank you for telling me so soon, though. I appreciate your honesty. So, what exactly are you girls up to down there?"
"In the basement, we train mostly, and then she worships me – the posing, the flexing, the compliments." Daisy paused, her voice turning husky. "But today, I don't know, I just felt incredibly horny, and I asked her to eat me out."
"And she did just like that?"
"Yes..." she felt Asaf's shaft grow back, pressing hard against her washboard-flat, rock-hard core. Was this turning him on? "She does everything I ask, without hesitation, and I can tell you she loves it too."
"Oh, she's that kind of submissive girl. I guess we'll have to turn our old office into her bedroom then."
Daisy gasped, her colossal muscles melting seemingly beneath him in a wave of surprise and relief.
"Wait, what?! You... you don't mind?"
"For now, no. I trust you, and I trust that you need this attention. But if she hasn't confessed her feelings to me before the Oslo's Championship, she's out."
Daisy shivered, rubbing her enormous bicep against his side submissively, then nodded quickly.
"I understand. You want honesty and transparency from her, too."
"Of course. Like you just provided by telling me. How can you truly trust someone without that honesty?"
   Daisy didn't answer with words. She just kissed him, hard, squeezing his fragile frame in her arms with careful, yet immense, pressure. He groaned and kissed back; his now hardened rod being fondled by her contracting abdominals.
"Do you trust me, Asaf?" she asked, panting against his lips.
"I trust you, Love, more than anyone in my life."
   Daisy gently squeezed him again, her muscles flexing absurdly hard around his small body, and she felt his huge cock grow even harder against her core. Asaf leaned over her mountainous traps and whispered a soft, firm command.
"Suck me dry."
Daisy obeyed instantly, without a moment of hesitation, and loved every second of it – even more so when she felt his petite hand push firmly on the back of her head, guiding her lips to his hefty hard-on.

   The Olympia's World Championship was unlike any other bodybuilding competition. It was comparatively smaller, spanning just two days, and operated as a mobile event, changing its hosting city every year. This year, the first weekend of October found it in Toronto, Canada. Uniquely, there was no weight class requirement. To qualify, competitors had to either be ranked highly in their respective classes within other major bodybuilding leagues or win their weight-class in one of the four qualifier championships. This resulted in a tight roster of thirty-two contenders, eight for each category. Despite its unconventional structure, it remained the most famous competition, and its winners were universally crowned Bodybuilding World Champions.
   Since weight class was not a factor, raw mass was theoretically less critical. However, over the last twenty-five years – since bodybuilding became a mixed-gender sport – the title had been won sixteen times by the super heavyweights, five times by heavyweights, three times by middleweights, and only once, twenty years prior, by a lightweight.

   Chloe was desperately trying to adjust Daisy's evening gown for the opening night gala. Asaf watched the two, amused.
"Please, Daisy, stop flexing!" Chloe pleaded, her hands struggling with the zipper.
"I'm not! You asked me to raise my arms so you could reach the hook," Daisy countered, her voice deep but gentle.
"Alright, don't move."
Chloe finally managed to close the dress, and she stepped back to admire her work. Asaf came next to her, impeccably dressed in his fitted tuxedo, and tapped Chloe's thick, toned shoulder in appreciation.
"Good job!" Asaf complimented.
She blushed, murmuring, "Thanks."
   Asaf and Chloe had instantly clicked when they met two weeks ago. Asaf held the utmost respect for Yumi, valuing her opinion, but she was a generation older, and it showed. With Chloe, they shared the same cultural references, the same jokes, and mutual interests. At twenty-three, Chloe was five years younger than Asaf and Daisy (both twenty-eight). In a short time, Chloe had essentially become Barkis' 'servant'. Chloe was not tasked with dirty chores, like cleaning, or obeying every whim, but she did some light cooking, prepared Daisy's specialized nutritional shakes, and helped Asaf lift objects – he was still recovering from his ribs – making her a great physical and logistical support. Crucially, she still handled the camera, shooting a kind of documentary about Daisy's Olympia's preparation.

   Following Yumi's extended vacation and subsequent cessation of her camera duties, Daisy's social media had been relatively quiet. Her InstaSnap account still commanded a massive 100 million followers, but she had been posting more about the Voices of Power association than her muscle growth. Daisy hadn't posted any formal development report this month; only a cryptic message: 'If you want to know my progress, watch Olympia's.' Aside from the impromptu show she did in the park two weeks ago, which went virally explosive on social media, few people knew what her current physique actually looked like. By Yumi's calculated advice, they were intentionally arriving late to the opening party – a strategy meant to make Daisy's entrance even more remarkable.
   Asaf and Chloe entered the lavish gala room first; he was becoming increasingly knowledgeable in the intricacies of the bodybuilding community. He introduced Chloe to notable figures: Evan Gregsy, there for the first time in almost twenty years as a guest and not a contestant; I.A.B.S. president Henri Filtzburg; Theresa Gilbert, CEO of OrganSupps; and so on.

"Asaf, my big boy!" resonated a firm, commanding voice across the room.
Asaf smiled at the greeting and looked up.
"Hello, Rachel." He took her hand and leaned in to kiss it.
"Oh, stop that, gimme a hug!"
He soon found himself momentarily buried in the voluptuousness and hardness of Rachel Westmuller, Barbell & Co's CEO. She released the embrace and glanced playfully at Chloe.
"What happened to Daisy?" Rachel asked, amused.
Asaf laughed warmly. "Haha, Rachel, this is Chloe. She is shooting a small movie about Daisy."
Rachel examined Chloe's evident musculature and smiled, offering a hand.
"Nice to meet you, Chloe. I'm Rachel Westmuller."
"C-Chloe Wiggins, miss," answered a blushing Chloe.
   Rachel Westmuller was truly intimidating. At sixty years old, she was a former bodybuilding and powerlifting champion, standing 190 cm in high heels and still trained daily, sporting a relatively lean 105 kg of granite muscle. With her ample breasts and classy attire, she was stunning; her voice commanded authority, and her face demanded attention. Rachel had a fiercely competitive spirit based on sportsmanship: if you didn't play by the rules, she would crush you without flinching. If you proved your worth, she'd move heaven and earth to help you.
   Chloe was by no means small, standing 180 cm in her platform black leather boots and possessing 91 kg of lean muscle – she had used Daisy's home gym thoroughly these past two weeks. Her intricate black dress clung tightly to her thick musculature. Only Asaf remained utterly small by comparison.

"Please call me Rachel, Chloe. Daisy and Asaf's friends are my friends." She then looked down at Asaf. "Speaking of which, where's your princess?"
   Rachel was one of the few people who managed to not make Asaf feel small, and she was very admirative of the little man. Being a renowned lesbian, men usually had to work twice as hard to gain Rachel's respect. For Asaf, she only had to hear the story of how Daisy and he met.
"She'll be there soon; we planned to make a dramatic entrance."
"Oh, really? Did she grow that much?" Rachel was biting her lips at the thought.
"Hehe, you'll see," his phone vibrated. "Ah, I think she's ready. I'll be right back, gotta play the bodyguard."
   Asaf grabbed Chloe's hand, who waved at Rachel, Rachel replying with an evocative wink. Chloe blushed again and focused back on the task at hand: catching Daisy's imposing physique and the inevitable crowd awe that was about to happen. From afar, sipping her Gin Tonic, Rachel looked across the room at the main entrance where journalists were gathered. She saw the snapping of cameras turn frantic, then came the stammer. It was like a wave of stupefied silence washing over the crowd. Rachel felt her nipples harden; it could only mean that Daisy had done it – she had redefined what muscular meant. She was about to crush the competition like Anastacia Valenskaya, Franz Miller (7 Olympia titles), Arnold Schweisteiger (5 Olympia titles), or she herself had done in their time.
   Rachel positioned herself to be aligned with the entrance aisle, and she noticed how some journalists were pushing away, catching their breath. Some were blatantly sporting huge hard-ons. It was making her feverish; she needed to see her. Then, spotting Chloe with her camera, Rachel finally turned her head and gasped. A warm shiver started from her groin up to her spine and neck, then came back down to her groin. She sought balance, gripping the back of a chair, trying to process the overwhelming sight.

   Daisy was smiling, her radiant face bearing minimal makeup, just enough to enhance her beautiful emerald eyes and a glossy pink lipstick to make her voluptuous lips even fuller. She had an impeccable hairdo, her blond hair held in a Japanese-style bun with delicate strands framing her gorgeous face, which contrasted sharply with the enormity of her hulking body. Her huge, mountainous traps, corded with muscle, were bulging up to her ears – her earrings actually resting on those tanned mounds. Her shoulders were so broad it looked like she would need double-doors to go through and so thick they appeared carved out of a granite boulder.
   She wore a skintight, stretchy gold-yellow dress which was holding on for dear life around her monstrous pectoral shelves. As she turned sideways to shake a hand, Rachel could see just how absurdly thick her whole torso was; 'Asaf could hide beneath those pecs!'
   Daisy's rippling abdominals and obliques were clearly visible through the dress – bricks upon bricks of indomitable power which flared into wide, hard hips. Daisy turned again, and Rachel had to sit down. The sight of those obscene, large, shredded, bulging glutes shook the old woman through her core. Her string undies were faintly visible through the gold dress, and people around Rachel were in the same state of shock and arousal. Daisy resumed her walk, each of her monumental thighs straining the fabric with indomitable strength, her massive calves flaring with each controlled step. It felt as if her footsteps were making the floor shake under her weight and power.
   She was talking with Brian Cartridge, the current most muscular human with 204 kg of lean mass for 197 cm – but he was just that, mass. He looked heavy and almost grotesque next to her muscular perfection. He looked slow, clumsy, and heavy. Daisy, on the other hand, was all grace, delicacy, agility, and perfect control.
   And next to this sexy behemoth walked Asaf. He looked so incredibly small in comparison. But Rachel knew there was more to him than met the eye, knew that he was actually the rock on which Daisy held for support. It was evident now how he was guiding his wife through the people, pointing directions; he was in control of a smoking hot beast. As Rachel looked at that couple – husband clad in a fitting brown tuxedo, wife caged in a sexy gold dress – her lustful mind drifted; if she were thirty years younger, she would have politely asked the couple for a threesome.
   Rachel exhaled and closed her eyes, fighting her naughty thoughts away, and gulped down the remnant of her Gin in one go. When she opened her eyes, Daisy was directly in front of her, smiling with all her innocent happiness.

"Rachel!"
Before she could answer anything coherent, Rachel found herself rapt in a hug by diamond-hard, piston-like arms.
"Mmph! Daisy! God, you look terrific!"
"Aww, thanks! So do you!"
"Where's your big boy?" she asked, pulling back slightly. "I can't seem to have you both at the same time."
"Oh, he said he needed to hit the restroom..."
"He should be back soon then; it's packed right now," said a sneaking, knowing Chloe. "Funny how it packed so fast too." She added with a conspiratorial grin.
Rachel understood immediately but watched Daisy blink incredulously.
"Haha, you're incredible, Daisy."
"What? What did I do?"
"A dramatic entrance," answered Rachel.

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XXVII
   The atmosphere at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre on Saturday was electric for the Olympia's elimination rounds. The thirty-two contenders were swiftly whittled down, but for Daisy, the process was less a competition and more a compelling, brutal exhibition of physical supremacy. It started with the weigh-in, when she got called by the judges in her skimpy thong, there were already shivers around the audience. When she stepped on the scale and that her weight flashed on the digital screen; there was silence. 182 kg, 5% body fat, that was unheard of. She was the second heaviest competitor behind Brian Cartridge and his absurd 204 kg... with 14% body fat.
   Her appearance on stage during the mandatory poses and comparisons were met with immediate, stunned silence followed by deafening, roaring ovations. Her unprecedented mass of perfectly sculpted, dense muscle completely overshadowed every opponent she faced, regardless of gender or size. The veteran judges were visibly shaken by the sheer magnitude and symmetrical perfection of her physique. Daisy didn't just win her calls; she crushed the field with such absolute efficiency that the outcome of the finals was already being openly debated as a terrifying, inevitable conclusion. By Saturday evening, the final eight were confirmed, with Daisy reigning at the top of the leader board.

   The next day – after another weigh-in where Daisy shocked everyone by having gained one kilo overnight – the eight finalists were called to the stage – a gallery of the world's most extreme physiques, yet dominated by the singular, overwhelming presence of Daisy Connelly-Barki.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Olympia's World Championship finals!
I hope you are all comfortably seated because this promise to be spectacular!
But without further ado, please welcome on stage, the finalists!"
There was a big round of applause and cheering, then the speaker resumed by calling the finalist one by one.
"From U.S.A Washington, 178 cm for 157 kg, Mickael Davis!
From Germany, 195 cm for 159 kg, Martin Schmidt!
From Canada, 187 cm for 178 kg, Ron Sheppard!"
Ron had a big round of applause; he actually lived in Toronto.
"From U.S.A. New York, 178 cm for 183 kg, Daisy Connelly-Barki!
From Ukraine, 190 cm and 173 kg, the reigning Olympia Champion, Anastacia, Valenskaya!
From U.S.A. New York, 183 cm for 163 kg, Rhonda Fessner!
From France, 164 cm for 105 kg, Jeanne Valmont!
And from Japan, 180 cm for 129 kg, Takagi Hakeda!"

   The finalists, men and women of immense stature, seemed to shrink slightly as Daisy took center stage, her frame glistening under the hot spotlights. It looked like it was already decided, and it was a fight for second place. The head judge began the sequence of mandatory poses in a quivering silenced crowd.

   The Front Double Biceps was a declaration. Daisy led the pose, her 81 cm biceps flexing into two impossible, striated globes. Her 98 cm shoulder width stretched the pose to a degree no one else could match, framing a 194 cm chest that appeared less like pectoral muscle and more like armor plated over her ribcage. Anastacia Valenskaya and Rhonda Fessner, both colossal women in their own right, hit the pose with similar power, but where their muscles were vast, Daisy's were vast and hyper-dense, exhibiting cuts that made her look like a bronze statue cracked by sheer internal pressure.

   The Front Lat Spread was a confirmation. As Daisy expanded her lats, the reaction from the floor was immediate: gasps followed by a low, collective murmur of disbelief. Her lats did not just spread; they violently ejected outward like gigantic, sweeping aerodynamic wings of hardened muscle, utterly swallowing her 86 cm waist waist. The resulting "V" taper was so profound, it defied anatomical logic, rendering her upper body a massive, inverted pyramid of flesh and fiber. Anastacia was tall, but Daisy was unthinkably, fundamentally wide, occupying a horizontal space that seemed impossible for a human frame.

   The Side Chest was a three-dimensional demonstration of thickness. Daisy turned, rooting her colossal 119 cm thigh and driving her 194 cm chest forward. The muscle fibers in her pectorals, thick as rope, twisted and contracted with visible force. Her 63 cm forearms became thick, corded clubs locked under her 81 cm biceps, the vascularity popping like steel ropes beneath her skin. The sheer transverse magnitude of her torso from the side was a spectacle – a human boulder carved into perfect, impossible form. In the audience, a wave of palpable, raw heat radiated outward; several attendees were visibly struggling to stay composed, their eyes locked in a trance-like state of awe and carnal submission.

   The Side Triceps was an anchor of impenetrable density. As Daisy fully extended her arm, her triceps separated into three distinct, horseshoe-shaped columns of mountainous muscle, stretching tautly over the bone. Her 85 cm calves, deep mounds of dense, rippling mass, anchored her stance with immovable stability. The pose highlighted the impenetrable, bone-crushing thickness of her limbs from shoulder to wrist and hip to ankle, leaving no doubt about the 183 kg of hyper-compressed muscle she possessed.

   The Rear Double Biceps was a masterpiece on an anatomical chart. The entire audience was silenced by the sheer, overwhelming complexity of her back. Her lats, layered like geological, tectonic plates, flared out into a massive, vascular wall. The tiny string thong she wore was pulled impossibly taut over the colossal, striated shelf of her 162 cm hips and buttocks, which exhibited striations deep enough to seemingly cleave the muscle into separate diamond shapes. The display was overwhelming, merging perfect symmetry with monstrous, explicit, and undeniable power.

   The Rear Lat Spread was a statement. Daisy took the stance, sinking low, planting her heels, and then – with a single, explosive breath – she began to spread. The expansion was not merely wide; it was tectonic. Her lats did not just flare; they ejected outward, creating an absurd, panoramic V-shape that seemed to defy the geometry of the stage. The muscle fibers, layered like thick, interwoven cables, spanned so far that her 96 cm shoulder width seemed to stretch into the impossible distance. From the back, her body was a monolithic shield of tanned, oiled muscle. As the light hit her, her immense silhouette completely eclipsed the blazing stage lights behind her, plunging the space immediately around her into a momentary, profound shadow. This pose cemented the notion that no human being had ever possessed this much controlled, symmetrical mass, forcing a visceral silence upon the audience that was more potent than any cheer.

   The Abdominals with one thigh was a finisher. Daisy locked her hands behind her head, forcing her granite-plate abdominals and corded obliques to twist. As she contracted, the impossibly tight thong around her lower body was pulled upward, the fabric visibly bulging over the hypertrophied, muscular mound of her vulva. This final, unmistakable detail – the sign that every part of her body was equally subjected to hypertrophy – was the sensory overload too great for many: a chorus of involuntary cries, muffled screams, and sounds of sheer, physical release erupted from the crowd. Daisy, a statue of serene dominance, barely acknowledged the reaction, grinding out the final seconds of the pose.

   The Most Muscular was the definitive acknowledgement. Daisy finished with the Most Muscular pose, her fists pressed tightly together, forcing the absolute maximum contraction from her upper body. Her mountainous deltoids and towering traps surged violently upward, creating a colossal yoke of muscle that supported the immense, striated shelf of her pectorals. Veins on her arms became thick, coiling hoses, practically vibrating with the internal pressure of her effort. Every fiber on her frame – from the granite sheet of her abs to the striated sweep of her quads – screamed power. As the pose locked into place, the stadium sound was shattered. The audience didn't just cheer; they howled - a primal, deafening release of tension, awe, and desire. Cries of « MY GOD ! » and « CHEAT CODE ! » mixed with the shaking, ecstatic shouts of fans who were clearly losing physical composure. For many, this final, impossible contraction was the ultimate, climactic moment, a visual thunderclap that guaranteed their euphoric, physical collapse. She was the absolute, final word in muscularity, and the crowd was hers, broken and rebuilt by her power.

   In the crowd, Rachel watched in awe. She had an orgasm, like many others, and was already convinced. She knew Daisy was going to be a superb bodybuilder ever since the woman contacted her a year ago now to grab information about lifting weights. Rachel had seen the enormous potential from her InstaSnap, she just didn't know Daisy would be so prodigious, so dominant. Rachel adjusted her thick thighs, the warmth of her womanhood spreading through her core with the shocking view of Daisy's hypertrophied cunt still vivid in her brain. But the judging process had to be followed.
"First Callout: Sheppard, Connelly-Barki, Valenskaya, Fessner."
   The top four stood centered. Ron Sheppard was a magnificent man, but next to Daisy, his 178 kg appeared softer, less chiseled. Anastacia Valenskaya and Rhonda Fessner were formidable, their physiques were the only ones capable of occupying significant physical space beside the Cheat Code. The comparison focused purely on density and striation; Daisy won every exchange, her muscle separation appearing almost three-dimensional, like steel cable beneath translucent skin.
"Second Callout: Schmidt, Valmont, Davis, Hakeda."
   The remaining four were brought forward for their final comparison. Jeanne Valmont was deliberately centered. The French girl was a shorter version of Daisy, possessing the same diamond-hard conditioning and impossible density, only scaled down. Her physique was flawlessly aesthetic and impossibly hard, yet her lack of mass meant she could never challenge the sheer volume of the top three women. The judges compared the dense muscles of Mickael Davis and the overwhelming frame of Martin Schmidt against the carved aesthetics of Valmont and Takagi Hakeda, confirming their rankings in the lower half of the finals.
The judges had seen enough.

   The stage lights dimmed for the final awards. The air was thick with residual excitement and the sheer sensory fatigue induced by Daisy's performance. One by one, the ranks were announced, the cheers building in intensity. The final announcement was no surprise, yet the sound it generated was explosive:
"The new Olympia World Champion... Daisy Connelly-Barki!"
   She stepped forward to accept the massive trophy, her face radiating genuine joy. As confetti rained down, Daisy performed one final, signature pose – the Most Muscular. Her huge traps, broad shoulders and huge pectorals bulged to maximum capacity, a final, definitive statement of her total, crushing, and beautiful domination. She was the most powerful, most muscular human being on the planet, and the audience, now fully released from their tension, roared their ecstatic worship.

   Anastacia walked down the stage after the awards ceremony, the silver medal gleaming against her tan, and was immediately called over by a waiting journalist. She sighed, recognizing the man, but quickly recomposed her commanding posture and approached him with a genuine smile, her colossal, densely packed muscles bulging powerfully beneath the residual sheen of posing oil.
"Miss Valenskaya, thank you for stopping by... How do you feel right now?"
Anastacia looked at the familiar reporter and let out a hearty laugh.
"Since when do you 'Velenskaya' me, Pedro? And I am fine! Just a bit tired, I want to find the biggest burger this city can offer." She chuckled, her Slavic accent rolling melodically.
"Congratulations on your second place, though I'm sure you would have preferred to win?"
"Thank you! And of course I would have prefer to win," she replied, her tone serious for a moment. "But honestly, I knew Daisy was going to win sooner or later. I knew it from the time I saw her InstaSnap page six months ago. It was just a matter of time. But how can anyone beat a Cheat Code able to gain 90 kilograms of striated muscle in six months!?"
They both laughed, and the journalist, Pedro, nodded enthusiastically.
"Right, I concede you that. Still, I have to praise your preparation, Anastacia. You are visibly heavier than last year, and sharper. I mean, look at those massive pectoral shelves, at those granite-hard deltoids!" he said, looking at the camera and then respectfully giving Anastacia's boulder-like shoulders a feel.
   She smiled, then casually flexed her right arm, showcasing her own mountainous bicep which swelled visibly under the oil.
"Wow. Just... wow."
"Haha, thank you, Pedro," she replied, genuinely happy with the appreciation of her immense size.
"Did you know it was the first time since the Olympia became a mixed competition that the entire podium is occupied by women?" asked Pedro.
"Oh really? That is incredible! That's great news for the sport. It means women have finally reached true equity; there is no superior sex discussion anymore, and that anyone, willing to make the monumental sacrifices it requires, can reach greatness in bodybuilding."
"What are your plans now?"
"Well, I'll rest for a start – let these exhausted muscles recover – then prepare for the WSC. There is much work to be done to try and close that gap."
   Pedro nodded, and before Anastacia could say another word, a pair of huge, rock-solid arms suddenly wrapped around her shoulders from behind.
"Woohoo! I placed third! C'mon, Ana, you big sexy Ukrainian, come to the backstage party!"
It was Rhonda, truly savoring her podium finish and beaming brightly. Her 163 kg physique was pumped and vibrant.
"Well then, I'll ask you too, Rhonda Fessner, how do you feel after that incredible performance?"
"I feel tired but absolutely pumped! I took third! On my first Olympia! All thanks to this big sexy Ukrainian right here, who helped me tremendously! She's a true lover of the sport." Rhonda hugged Anastacia from the side again, their huge, vascular muscles colliding with a muffled thump.
"Aww, you did it yourself, Rhonda, stop it..."
"Stop it, nothing! Now let's go pin down Daisy for making us look like amateurs. C'mon!" Rhonda grabbed Anastacia's hand, ready to haul her off.
Anastacia giggled, throwing a final, amused look at Pedro and the camera.

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Love it... truly a masterpiece
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[Elmanouche]

I just noticed it was missing a tiny sentence at the end of this chapter.
It's not much, but here it is.

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It was Rhonda, truly savoring her podium finish and beaming brightly. Her 163 kg physique was pumped and vibrant.
"Well then, I'll ask you too, Rhonda Fessner, how do you feel after that incredible performance?"
"I feel tired but absolutely pumped! I took third! On my first Olympia! All thanks to this big sexy Ukrainian right here, who helped me tremendously! She's a true lover of the sport." Rhonda hugged Anastacia from the side again, their huge, vascular muscles colliding with a muffled thump.
"Aww, you did it yourself, Rhonda, stop it..."
"Stop it, nothing! Now let's go pin down Daisy for making us look like amateurs. C'mon!" Rhonda grabbed Anastacia's hand, ready to haul her off.
Anastacia giggled, throwing a final, amused look at Pedro and the camera.
"Youth," she simply said, before being pulled away by a jumping, ecstatic Rhonda.
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[Elmanouche]

XXVIII
   The recent Olympia's World Championships had shattered numerous records. Daisy Connelly-Barki was the heaviest winner in history, her body fat percentage was the lowest ever recorded, and the all-female podium was a historic first. Beyond the sport itself, it was also a record-breaker in media impact. The finals drew thirty million viewers on television, marking the highest rating ever for a bodybuilding show, alongside millions of views across tons of social media posts dedicated to Daisy and the Olympia.
   The economic impact for the I.A.B.S. was staggering and immediate. Within days, more broadcast channels were vying to license their competitions, and major global brands were clamoring to sponsor events. Daisy had instantly become the 'Goat Factor'—the transcendent figure bodybuilding and powerlifting needed to achieve mainstream views and global recognition.
   The following week, Daisy's image dominated the main pages of every sports magazine and sports-related television program. One photo, in particular, was commonly used as it perfectly captured and summarized Daisy's crushing domination: a narrow shot of the three winners, Daisy centered, hitting a Most Muscular pose that dwarfed her peers. That definitive photo was taken by Chloe. It was first posted on Daisy's InstaSnap accounts, then amplified by Yumi on Birdie and Taktic. Minutes later, they received frantic demands from countless media outlets for usage rights. Needless to say, Daisy's InstaSnap follower count ballooned to 175 million within days after the show.

   One night, a week after the competition, Daisy was deep in sleep, and Asaf was looking down at her granite muscles. They had made vigorous love, and she was resting peacefully. He was amazed that even in this state of profound relaxation, her muscles felt so impenetrably hard, every striated fiber visible beneath her paper-thin skin. Her trapezoid muscles were so incredibly thick that her head rested as much on those mountainous traps as it did on her double pillows. He watched her mammoth pectorals heave gently above her baseball-sized, rock-solid abdominals. He caressed the warm, unyielding hardness of her pecs, and she purred contentedly in her sleep. He then felt her colossal biceps and horseshoe triceps, now significantly larger than his entire chest, and his desire awakened. He chuckled at the predictable response of his body. Looking at the time, he sighed – it was twenty past midnight.
   Asaf stood up, not feeling tired, but he felt peckish. He put on a simple, floating cotton pajama bottom and stepped out of their bedroom. Upon entering the living room, the lights were still on, and he saw Chloe asleep on the sofa, her laptop open on the coffee table; she had likely been absorbed in film editing all evening. He went to grab a blanket and smoothly covered her muscular bulk. Their house was not cold, and Asaf was barefoot and topless, but he thought she would sleep better.
   He then headed toward the kitchen, put out some bread, and tried to catch the peanut butter, but he was too short. As he went for a chair, his foot hit a table leg.
"Aouch!"
   He grabbed his foot and winced in pain, catching his breath. Once the pain felt bearable, he stood back up, and a thick, toned forearm was handing him the butter pot. He glanced up.
"Thanks, Chloe. Sorry I woke you up."
   She just nodded, blushing profusely, and watched Asaf as he began to spread peanut butter on a slice of bread. Chloe noted his frail arms, his thin torso looking almost childlike in comparison to her own dense frame. Her eyes instinctively glanced at her thigh; they looked undeniably bigger than his chest. A flush coursed her cheek, and strange possessive thoughts rushed through her mind when he noticed her stare.
"I know what you're thinking: 'He's so small! I bet my thigh is bigger than his chest!'"
"N-No, I mean... yeah, maybe I was..." her voice again was barely a whisper.
   Asaf giggled, then smiled, heading back to the living room, munching on his bread. Chloe naturally followed, sitting on the couch next to Asaf, who was looking at her laptop screen.
"So, how's the editing going?"
"Um, it goes..."
"Why did you come out here to work?" he asked, munching again.
"Well, err, you guys were quite noisy earlier," she confessed, blushing. "And given I work on... the hottest... sexiest... Well, it's hard enough to focus as it is."
Asaf laughed softly and nodded.
"Right, sorry about that."
"No, it's okay, I mean, it's... it's your wife..." Chloe was blushing crimson.
"Still, you practically live here now. We'll try to tone it down."
"P-please, don't, I..." she sighed, her black shirt creaking against her thick pectoral muscles. "I like it..."
"You like it?"
   Asaf knew precisely what she meant, and he saw she was gathering her courage, sorting her tumultuous thoughts. He smiled warmly, awaiting her confession.
"Asaf, I... I don't just work out with Daisy in the basement," she blurted out in one breath. "I worship, praise, kiss, and sometimes... I pleasure her."
   Chloe was breathing hard, her clothes audibly creaking from her heart furiously pumping and engorging her muscles. But when she stopped staring at her hands and glanced at Asaf, she saw him smiling gently.
"I know."
"You...? But...? H-how...?"
"I'm a fine observant, and Daisy told me."
Chloe's heart was drumming like mad, confused; Asaf looked totally cool about it.
"S-Since when did you know?" she asked, her mouth dry.
"It was a week before the Olympia."
"W-why didn't you talk to me?"
"Because there was no need to?"
Asaf gently put his hand on her meaty, rock-hard shoulder, and took his most soothing voice.
"I've known you for barely three weeks, but you just proved that you can be trusted, and I'm glad you did, because I like you."
"You're not jealous?" she cut in.
"No, why would I be? Because you're probably twice my weight of pure, womanly, sexy muscle? That's actually turning me on. Because you do things in the basement to Daisy I surely can't do? That also turns me on knowing it, and she shared some stimulating details too."
As Asaf talked, Chloe was turning all shades of red, biting her lower lip.
"Did she tell you why she started working out?" he asked.
"No."
"You know Rhonda?"
"Fessner? Of course!"
"Well, I've known her since college. She had started bodybuilding recently back then; she was about your size. We were hanging out a lot with a group of friends. After we all graduated, and I met Daisy, we often organized New Year's Eve parties in L.A. which Rhonda couldn't afford to travel to or was busy with competition prep. But last year's New Year's Eve, we were hosting it, in our brand-new house, finally able to welcome everyone. And she could come, at last."
Asaf finished munching on his bread. Chloe moved closer on the couch.
"Before I continue, you need to know I have a huge female muscle fetish that goes back to high school, and Daisy knew this."
Chloe felt herself getting flustered, instinctively flexing her thigh against his leg, dwarfing it completely.
"So when Rhonda came to the party, over 140 kg of bulging muscles, casually flexing and showing off, I couldn't get my eyes off her..."
"Oh my God, Daisy took it badly?" Chloe cut in.
"No, because she trusts me, I wouldn't have done anything with Rhonda. But Daisy was envious of the way I looked at Rhonda's body; she wanted me to look at her with the same... lust."
He paused, letting the words sink in. Chloe, being smart, smiled.
"So she started lifting weights for you?"
"Yes."
"Everything that happened, is because of you."
"Yes."
"And she keeps on lifting..."
"Because I told her to."
   Those last words sent a wave of intense pleasure through Chloe's core, and she unconsciously lifted her thigh over Asaf's lap. He glanced down at the black leggings-clad hardness and kneaded its mass, softly.
"Daisy is mine," he continued, his voice low and firm. Chloe felt another shiver run down her spine.
"Where do I stand then?" she asked, flexing her quads under Asaf's touch.
"Well, you're almost on my lap with your bigger-than-my-chest thigh."
Chloe couldn't help but flex her quads again, and giggled, then realization hit her.
"Wait, do I turn you on?" she asked.

"You do turn him on."
   Daisy's voice vibrated from the living room entrance. How her 187 kg mass remained silent to them was a feat in itself. Chloe quickly pulled her leg from his lap, startled.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but I suddenly got the munchies."
   She headed toward the kitchen. Chloe was stunned by how casual and accepting Daisy seemed about the situation, and Asaf appeared to be exactly the same, his eyes glued on Daisy's naked, bulging muscles.
"I'm gonna crack some eggs, anyone want some?"
   Daisy cracking some eggs meant three dozen, minimum. Both shook their heads negatively, and she disappeared into the kitchen, soon followed by the sound of furious cooking. Asaf looked back at Chloe.
"You do turn me on, Chloe," he said calmly.
"Show her, my Rock," said a peeking Daisy in between the eggs cracking.
"Are you sure, Daisy?"
"S-Show me what...?" Chloe was getting even more confused; why did they act as if nothing mattered? Why did she want him so much?
"I wouldn't mind some incentive, my Beast," he replied to Daisy, adjusting his pajama bottom.
"Tssk," could be heard from the kitchen, followed by the louder crackling of eggs cooking.
   Daisy's bull figure popped up in the door frame, and she hit a Front Double Biceps flex. Asaf got instantly and violently hard, and Chloe's eyes nearly popped off their sockets at the huge tent in his pants. He wriggled his pajama bottom off, showcasing his hard-on.
"What the fuck?!" she was panting, hyperventilating, and drooling all at once.
   Asaf looked at her with a proud grin and nodded his head; his invite seemed absolute to Chloe. She crawled across the sofa and wrapped her hands around his girthy base, shivering uncontrollably.
"It's... so big."

   He curled his fingers over her broad shoulders, then laced them into her black hair, pulling her head toward his length. She didn't resist and instantly kissed its tip, pursing her lips around its crown, her tongue eagerly lapping. She moaned, feeling his hand roam her thick, muscular back, and she eagerly bobbed her head up and down, sucking that giant cock hungrily. Not long after, Daisy came out of the kitchen with her plate of eggs and instantly got her panties wet at the sight, her hypertrophied vulva flexing around her undergarment. Asaf got even more turned on; he knew what was happening: he was about to have two muscle girls at his feet.
   Fifteen minutes later, Chloe was nude on the floor, moaning and panting. Asaf was pounding her wide pussy open with his massive schlong while Daisy was grinding her muscular cunt onto Chloe's face. Daisy was flexing her monstrous biceps, her abs executing their absurd muscle dance, before leaning in and kissing Asaf lovingly. Soon, Chloe was experiencing orgasms after orgasms, trying her best to lick at Daisy's clitoris, but her mind was shutting down to the absurd pleasure Asaf's cock was drilling into her gaping pussy. He was groping and caressing Daisy's granite muscles, then Chloe's hard hips, his cock trembling near explosion. Then, without warning, he came, yelping in a high-pitched tone like every time he'd erupt inadvertently. Daisy came in turn, gushing love juice into Chloe's mouth, who was already a spasming, orgasming mess, her body trembling violently.
   Daisy and Asaf collapsed onto the sofa, and Daisy pulled up Chloe's limp, spent body onto her lap tenderly. Chloe wore a content smile, cute moans escaping her lips each time an aftermath spasm coursed through her overloaded body. Daisy leaned into Asaf and rubbed her cheek against his.
"Mmm, I love you, my little God."
Asaf chuckled, "I love you too, my muscle beast."
He caressed her boulder pectorals and added, "I'll call Dr. Wickfield. I'd very much want Chloe to be her test subject."
He felt Daisy shiver, a mixture of excitement and submission.
"You want her to be with me when I'll train there next month?"
"Mhmm. And I mostly want her to grow bigger and stronger."
"But what if she doesn't want to?"
"She'll want to go there. For one, because she'll be with you, and for two, because I'll tell her to. Just like I told you to keep growing."

[Elmanouche]

XXIX
   During the three weeks leading up to the Oslo Powerlifting Championship, the trio meticulously solidified their new relationship and the intricate dynamic of their triad. While structured threesomes became a regular occurrence, it was the more spontaneous, intimate moments that truly bonded them. On nights when sleep eluded him, Asaf would often sneak into Chloe's room. Just as she found profound fulfillment in worshipping Daisy's absurdly powerful, high-definition musculature in the basement, she discovered a different kind of devotion for this small, commanding man. She came to crave the way he entered her space and pleasured her in ways she had never before experienced. More than once, the woman would be left in a state of helpless, trembling ecstasy, eventually curling her expansive, muscular bulk into his surprisingly protective embrace. Chloe had finally found her place in their world. She felt right, fundamentally happy, and utterly willing to perform any task Daisy or Asaf might require – especially Asaf. She had come to recognize the truth of his nature: beneath the physical frailty was a protector.
   Asaf watched his girls train and grow. The shift was startling. Daisy had ballooned to an unbelievable 205 kg of sheer, functional muscle, maintaining her impossibly shredded 5% body fat. Meanwhile, under Daisy's strong tutelage Chloe had enthusiastically embraced her nutritional and training regimen – and the new relationship dynamic – gaining a substantial 17 kg to reach 105 kg of dense, powerful mass. Chloe was now fully operant, handling the camera and documenting Daisy's terrifying progress for her ballooning social media.

   The venue in Oslo, Norway, pulsed with the raw energy of Powerlifting Championship. Daisy entered the stage looking less like a human competitor and more like a mythic creation. Her 205 kg frame was not merely large; it was a sculpture of hyper-compressed power, dwarfing even the most massive male competitors in the heavyweight class.
   The competition was a blur of brutal, efficient domination. Daisy's performance wasn't a close contest; it was an act of public humiliation for lifting standards of the world. Each lift was met with initial stunned silence, immediately followed by frenzied screaming from the capacity crowd. In a singular, overwhelming display of force, Daisy squatted 1,333 kg, Bench Pressed 923 kg, and Deadlifted 1,128kg.
   Her combined Total Weight Lifted was an absurd 3,384 kg – a figure that obliterated the existing world records for every single weight class, male and female, by an embarrassing margin. The entire event served as definitive proof of concept: Daisy Connelly-Barki was the strongest being on Earth and had gained her qualifying ticket for the World's StrongHuman Championship (WSC). The only question remaining was how much further Asaf would command her to grow.
   Chloe, snapping frantic photos backstage, watched her mistress and felt a powerful surge of desire and pride, knowing she was right where she belonged – worshipping the greatest power in the world.

   The trio sat in the sterile, high-tech waiting room of the NY Sports Institute. Daisy was clad in an overstretched pink top that seemed to be at its structural breaking point, struggling to contain the absurdly large, granite-hewn plates of her musculature. Her black leggings were pulled so taut over her monstrous thighs that the fabric appeared sheer. Beside her, Chloe sat in all black; a long-sleeved, skintight hooded crop top emphasized her newly thickened, athletic core, while her sweater pants clung desperately to the round, rock-hard shelf of her glutes before loosening at the mid-thigh. Asaf sat between them, a small figure flanked by giants. He looked at their gear bags – each packed with enough clothing to be utterly immovable to him – and felt a surge of possessive pride for the transformation about to begin.
   After ten minutes of silent waiting, the rhythmic click of heels echoed against the polished concrete. Dr. Emily Wickfield appeared, draped in a crisp white lab coat, her black hair – shot through with elegant touches of white – was tied in a severe, professional bun. Usually a woman of unbreakable poker-faced composure, she stopped dead, her eyes widening and her mouth slightly gaping at the sight of Daisy.
"Welcome everyone... My goodness, Daisy," she breathed.
She reached out, her fingers instinctively tracing the unyielding, dense fiber of Daisy's massive triceps as the trio stood up.
"And I suppose you are Ms. Wiggins?"
"Y-yes, good morning Dr. Wickfield," Chloe replied, her hand disappearing into the doctor's for a firm shake.
"And here is Mr. Barki. At last, we meet in person after so many calls." She took his hand with both of hers, her professional veneer melting into a genuine smile.
After a few moments of mundane talk, Dr. Wickfield gestured toward the hallway.
"Let's get you settled, ladies. I'll show you to your rooms so you can set those heavy bags down."

   They crossed a small internal park. The sun caught the oiled sheen of Daisy's skin, drawing blatant stares from the researchers and athletes walking by. Emily quickly presented the rooms – spacious suites designed for high-performance residents. Each girl promptly set up their gears, their movements radiating an eager, restless energy. Once settled, Emily led them back to the main building, to the high-security lab that would serve as their central hub for the two-month training camp. Layla, the lab assistant, was busy preparing a tray of vials when they entered.
"Layla!" Daisy boomed, her voice vibrating with power as she opened her mammoth arms for a hug.
The lab assistant's eyes nearly popped at the sheer scale of the woman before her. She let out a small, delighted squeal as she was buried within that wall of living muscle, her face pressed deep into the warm, scented valley of Daisy's heaving pecs. Daisy released her with a gentle, playful squeeze.
"H-Hello, Daisy," Layla stammered, her face flushed crimson. "And you must be Chloe. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Chloe giggled at Layla's disheveled hair, shaking her hand warmly. "Likewise, Layla."
"Alright girls," Emily interrupted. "I'm going to give Asaf a little tour of the facilities. Layla, can you please take the baseline measurements for Daisy and Chloe?"
   Layla gulped and nodded, her gaze hopelessly fixed on Daisy's mountainous chest. Teasingly, Daisy flexed, her pectorals jumping with such force that the seams of her shirt emitted a distressing, audible groan. A heavy gulp echoed through the room as Emily led Asaf out.

"So, per our agreement, they'll stay here for the full two months, right?" Emily asked as they walked the gleaming halls.
"That's the arrangement, yes," Asaf confirmed, "What have you planed for them?"
"For Daisy, it's a focused routine: workout and eat, around the clock. We've even commissioned specialized training devices built specifically to withstand her unprecedented load capacity."
"And Chloe?"
"A similar, though slightly moderated, schedule. The key difference is that she'll be the primary test subject for our modified dopamine – a compound we've synthesized based on Daisy's unique neurochemistry. We've nicknamed it 'DD'."
"Sounds promising," Asaf noted, his eyes narrowing with interest.
"Extremely so!" They arrived in a sprawling, reinforced gymnasium. "This is where they'll be pushing their limits."
   It looked like a world-class gym, but the weight plates were double the standard thickness, and two towering machines sat at the center like silver thrones.
"What are those?" Asaf pointed to the two massive devices.
"Prototypes from Barbell & Co. They're full-body, multi-axis machines designed for extreme tonnage. Both of them will be using those thoroughly."
"Damn," Asaf whispered. "You're going to turn my girls into absolute beasts."
Dr. Wickfield laughed softly. "Well, Daisy is already one. We're just seeing how far the biology can go."
"Hehe, that she is. By the way, thank you for agreeing to include Chloe."
"You're welcome. She shows immense potential. We had to rush some validation procedures, but I'm fascinated to see the results. It could be a major breakthrough in both sports science and medicine."
   They circled back, Emily showing him the recovery suites, the specialized kitchen, and the medical wing. As they stopped in front of the lab, Emily's expression turned serious.
"Just a reminder: the DD compound is strictly confidential. And per the protocol, you won't have contact with them for the next two months."
"I know the rules, Emily. I'm fine with it, so long as they're back in top form before the WSC. I should warn you, though... Daisy gets incredibly sexually charged when she trains at this intensity. You might want to keep a close eye on Layla." He winked and stepped back into the lab.

   Layla was visibly trembling, her cheeks a deep, radiating scarlet. Asaf wondered if she had actually reached an orgasm just from the proximity to such raw power. He glanced at Daisy and sighed; her shirt had finally surrendered to the pressure, the fabric ripped open to reveal the monstrous, throbbing landscape of her upper body. Chloe stood nearby, her own muscles looking pumped and rippled with excitement.
"See what I meant, Emily?" Asaf noted dryly.
Dr. Wickfield blushed at the sight but quickly regained her commanding tone.
"Layla! The stats, please."
   The three women instinctively straightened to attention at the doctor's firm voice. Layla handed the tablet. Emily glanced down at the results and read them aloud.
"Chloe Wiggins: Height 172 cm, Weight 106 kg at 11% body fat. Biceps 52 cm, Forearms 37 cm. Thighs 72 cm, Calves 54 cm. Shoulder width 66 cm, Chest 112 cm (B-cup), Waist 66 cm, Hips 101 cm. Muscle density 1.06."
"Pretty nice, Chloe, how long have you been training?" Dr. Wickfield asked.
"Two years, Doctor." Replied Chloe, slightly beaming.
"Impressive. Now, Daisy's?"
"Here." Said Layla, eager to hear them aloud even though she already knew them by heart.
Dr. Wickfield eyes bulged out ever so slightly.
"Oh my, Daisy... 179 cm, how come you grew taller?"
"I... I don't know, Emily," Daisy replied, her voice a low, blushing rumble. "I'm just as surprised as you are."
"Weight 207 kg at 5% body fat... Jesus! Biceps 88 cm, Forearms 69 cm. Thighs 135 cm, Calves 92 cm. Shoulder width 107 cm." Emily's voice had a subtle tremor. "Chest 215 cm, Waist 88 cm, Hips 188 cm, Muscle density 1.54... You are truly out of this world, Daisy."
Asaf listened in stunned silence, his mind racing as he processed her new height. Emily resumed her professional grin.
"Well girls, are you ready for your first session?"
"YES!" they roared in unison, the sound vibrating the glassware in the lab.
"Alright then. You can say your goodbyes to your little man."
Chloe stepped forward first, wrapping Asaf in a crushing, affectionate hug.
"Do train well, Chloe. And listen to Emily," he advised.
"I will. Take care of yourself," she whispered into his ear, her breath hot. "Master."
She stepped aside for Daisy. The 207 kg behemoth scooped Asaf into her arms, squeezing him for a lewd, soul-searing kiss. Emily smiled, Layla gasped. Asaf grew hard instantly, kissing her back with equal fervor.
"Be well, my little Rock. I love you."
"Don't make poor Layla blush too much, my perfect muscle beast."
She giggled and finally released him.
"Good luck with my girls, Doctor."
Asaf walked out of the Institute, feeling a sharp pinch in his chest. It was the first time he would be alone in their home since the Bruce Rossolini trial.

[erocha75]

This is such a fantastic story!! Quickly becoming one of my favorites here (or anywhere, for that matter hehe).There are so many wonderful aspects worth mentioning, but I just wanted to point that I particularly love that the relationship between Daisy and Asaf manages to remain believably balanced and loving (actually Asaf is the more dominant one, surprisingly), something not so common on the FMG space. And Daisy´s monstruous growth/development is so perfectly described, feels even possible/realistic... and now with the added benefit of Chloe joining the scene, it is all so exciting!!

PS But nothing beats the excitement/anticipation of what will happen to the girls after these 2 months of special training/treatment!! Man, I am sure it's gonna be epic!!