★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] Stories~collected 2010-12

[El_Roy_1999]

The next day, the whole mansion was in uproar. Corinne would come back after two weeks absent and everything had to be prepared.  After her workout, Paula had Francine dress her.  She let her help her into black and gold bra and panties, had her pull up a pair of stay-ups over her super-muscular calves and thighs and assist her while putting on a ridiculously decollete-ed black dress and some opera gloves. She then stepped into a pair of reinforced high heels and took a few steps. She could feel her thighs and calves squeeze against each other, but she couldn't just sumo-step around in front of her lover.

After the jewelry was ready and the make-up and hair done, she carefully descended the stairs, assisted by two servants. There, the maids were already waiting in two rows.  Corinne had called and told them when she would arrive and she never missed her time.  They could hear her Jaguar pull up in front of the mansion.  One of the maids opened the door and two of them rushed out to help her out of the car.

Corinne stepped in, wearing a white pantsuit and a fedora. She gave the maids a disdainful look and walked to her lover.  She took off the hat, revealing her perfectly curled short black locks and said: "Wow. I like that."

She laid her hand against the underside of Paula's left breast. She pulled herself closer. Paula laid her hands on her lover's hips and said: "I missed you."

"Me too."

Paula bent forward to kiss her, her enormous breasts squeezing against the older woman's hard, muscular chest. They locked tongues, enjoying the thrill of their lips. Paula sank her tongue into Corinne's mouth. The black-haired woman mumbled something in surprise. Corinne's hands moved against her woman's lats and she caressed them gently. Paula smiled as their lips parted and said: "I have something to show you."

"You do?  But me too.  You first."

Paula took a few steps back and grabbed the dress. With a sudden pull, she tore it apart and revealed her supercharged physique in all its glory. She reached under her monstrous breasts and lifted them in their textile covers. She crunched her abdominals as hard as she could and showed off her brand new navel piercing.  She rolled her stomach from side to side, making it dance. Also, she licked her lips, showing a glimpse of the metal stud that pierced her tongue.

Her partner nodded.  "Nice."

"That's not all. Help me with this." She indicated her enormous bra.

"Don't tell me..."

Paula bit her lip and nodded: "Yes. you like them big, don't you?"

Corinne fumbled with the overburdened bra strap and Paula's huge breasts bounced and jiggled free. Each one of her enlarged nipples was further stretched by a set of matching metal studs. They were larger than shotglasses now, capping her outrageous breasts and further enhancing their artificiality.

Paula could feel that her partner was now horny as hell. Corinne ripped off her blazer and tore open her blouse, revealing her tight and muscular upper body. She mashed herself against her lover's over-the-top chest, licking the overblown nipples with insane lust. Paula squeezed her hand between their quivering bodies and tore open Corinne's trousers. The older woman had long since stopped wearing underwear.

However, Paula hesitated. There was something strange. She couldn't see it, her vision blocked by her massive muscles and breasts as well as her moaning lover. However, the lighter woman said: "The surprise."

Minutes later, Paula was on all fours, her pierced cunt with its large and swollen clit presented to her now naked lover. Corinne continued caressing her enlarged clit until it was stiff. The surgery had given her a six-inch tool that should suffice for her waiting partner's sex.

Grabbing her humongous muscle backside, she began sinking it inside her, taking in the feeling. As the large clit entered the other's cunt, it touched the larger woman's piercings, making her even hornier. Within seconds, Corinne was pounding away at Paula's shaved sex, breathing flatly as her fingers traced the other woman's overmuscled back.

The night had just begun...

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[El_Roy_1999]

This is just something I wrote in the off-time. There's no big plan, it's more of a collection of short scenes hap-hazardously stuck together to form a skeleton of a story. Maybe I'll continue it, maybe someone else takes a shot at it.  On the other hand, I hope it turns somebody on.

A Surprise Finding
by El_Roy_1999


Of course, there were many possible reasons for her situation. It could have been the abusive relationship her mother had been in. It could have been the stressful school life. It might have been the competition with her older brothers or with her many cousins that frequently came to live with her family over the years. Finally, it might also be that she had a sweet tooth and a sedentary lifestyle. Whatever the reasons, by the time she left high school and started working at Acorn Brothers, Michelle was obese. Yes, she was fat. There was no point in hiding it. She was a large woman. Not too tall, rather average actually. She was 5'9", with a large ass, a big belly and a huge pair of breasts.
She worked for Acorn as a logistics assistant, which paid better than average secretary fare, but wasn't much more difficult. Her life changed when the newly purchased computer system was being implemented and the whole business of the firm ground to a halt. She was sitting in her cubicle, waiting for the technicians to turn up. She had offered to be there for the day to watch over the procedures. The other staff members had left and she was there, browsing the web or playing casual games. She reached for some chocolate from a nearby bowl. Some years ago, she had accepted that she would be unable to conquer her appetite and had instead embraced it. The occasional medical exam showed the usual signs and the doctors always reminded her to mend her ways, but she didn't care. She was single and would have been a virgin if she hadn't fucked with Oliver Hu from accounting after a very drunk office party.
When the bell rang, she got up and walked over ponderously to the door. She buzzed it open and let the technician in. The guy was a broad-shouldered, athletic guy, short black hair, light tan. He wore a company shirt and some rather tight trousers. She smiled for a second, then reverted to her stoical demeanour. She said:
"Hi. My name's Michelle. I'm responsible for the whole place today, so if you have any trouble, just ask."
"Cool. The name's Joseph." He showed her his ID. "I think I'll be able to do this quickly, I guess you want to go home."
"Sure, but take your time. It's better if the whole thing works now so we can get back to business tomorrow. Besides, I have some work to do."
"Perfect. Michelle, could you just show me to your system?"
"Follow me."
She turned around and walked through the now-empty office. He followed her, when his eyes wandered to her legs. Michelle wore a black skirt and blouse ensemble with matching blazer, her pumps bunching her large calves. Joseph enjoyed the view. He was a leg man through and through and really loved his girls with big ones. By the time they reached the technical office, he had difficulties to conceal his hard-on. He fumbled with his briefcase and held it sideways to disguise it.
Michelle showed him the system and said:
"Okay. This is it, I guess you know what to do. If you need anything, just call me, the door is open. Also, would you like some water?"
He nodded abruptly.
"Of course. Please."
"Coming up."
She managed a smile and turned around, once again making him shiver all over. He mouthed a "holy crap!" and grinned to himself. Then, he shook his head. This wasn't the time and place. He tested the system quickly and then began the installation. The machine worked more or less silently. He drifted off into a daydream when he was interupted by the returning woman. Michelle put a glass and a bottle of cold water down next to him and added:
"There."
"Thank you."
She then was about to return to her desk when he said:
"Michelle?"
"Yes."
"This is going to take some time and is rather boring. Would you mind me coming over and have some conversation?"
She gave him a bored look:
"Not at all. Come along."

They sat down in the employee lounge, a rather nicely furnished room with a sofa and a table. There was also a fridge and a kitchen. Michelle sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs and making Joseph's eyes widen as her magnificent calves swelled from the pressure. She pushed back her wavy auburn hair and fumbled for the chocolate in front of her. She added:
"Do you want some?"
He was confused for a second:
"Of course... The chocolate? No... Well, yes..."
"Yes or no?"
"Yes, yes."
She looked at him straight and asked:
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"Good. What do you prefer?"
He had a hard time detaching his eyes from her massive legs and stuttered:
"Legs... Almond! Almond!"
She handed him the bowl and got back up.
"What's your problem?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, sure. Come on, tell me. You're creeping me out. Explain yourself or I'll call the cops."
She put her hand into her pocket and reached for her phone, quickly typing 911 in case the guy did anything stupid.
He was apologetical:
"No, sorry. It's stupid. I'll get back to work now. Sorry. Really. It's just that..." He blushed. "I like legs. A lot. And yours are totally awesome. Sorry. Sorry. Don't... I'll be back at work."
He stormed out.
Michelle relaxed her grip on the phone and sat back down. She played with a curl for a while and thought about it. She looked down at her legs. She put her weight on her toes, tentatively flexing her calf muscles. This guy was a little crazy, repressed even. On the other hand, so was she. She thought about it. He was nice to look at and would probably disappear soon. A one-night stand. Now that would be something new. No drunk commitments, no awkwardness afterward. Give him something to enjoy and get some back. She wondered whether this usually happened to the pretty girls.
After a bit of hesitation, she nodded to herself. Let's make it easy for him, she thought.
She walked back to her desk and opened the special situations drawer. In it, she kept a few things that were necessary whenever the investors came to look at their money. It contained a pair of high heels and some very expensive stockings. She took them with her and disappeared into a bathroom stall. Fumbling with her panties, she put on the stockings and the heels. She wobbled a little at first, but after a few tentative steps, she was ready. She checked her make-up, then took a bottle of sparkling wine from the fridge, she'd have to remember to replace it, and two flutes. With this, she walked back to the technical office and knocked on the door.

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Joseph turned around and took a few seconds to take in the vision he beheld. She smiled ever so slightly and said:
"I have a lot of time on my hands. Would you mind a night shift?"
"Oh... my... God..."
"Excellent."
She put the flutes and bottle on a table and walked over. With every step, the three inches of heel made her calves explode outwards, causing Joseph's trousers to fill up. When she reached him, she turned around and took a few more steps. She looked over her shoulders and asked:
"Do you like what you see?"
"Absolutely!"
"Good." She hesitated for a moment. What next? She decided to play by ear. "Come closer."
She had never seen anybody move so fast. He stood next to her, smiling ecstatically. He breathed:
"You're so hot."
She had never heard anything like this and smiled. He continued:
"Your legs are so sexy..."
She asked:
"Do you want to touch them?"
"Of course."
"Fine. Go ahead."
He dropped down and started caressing her calves gently. It felt odd, even a little creepy. However, she liked the attention. He continued his ministrations and she realised that this guy was having the time of his life. Good. This might work out well. She added:
"I'm not feeling anything. How about squeezing them a little?"
She could hear a gasp from below. She smiled with amusement as the caresses became more intensive.
She put her hands on the back of one of the chairs to prevent herself from falling over and suddenly had an idea. With a quick movement, she pushed him away and hushed his protests. She sat down on the chair and put one leg on the floor, the other one against his chest. She added:
"Strip!"
He did as asked, revealed a well-toned body and a rather large and swollen cock. She licked her lips and continued:
"Take off my shoe."
He did as asked. She could see his hard-on grow larger.
"The stockings. Carefully!"
He reached between her legs and grinned as he realised that she wore no panties. He slowly rolled off the first stocking. She said:
"Wow..."
Between deep breaths, he asked:
"Can I kiss them?"
"Of course. Even lick them, if you like."
She saw him explode with lust as he worked his tongue over her large calves.
"Come up higher. Please."
His tongue reached her knees, her thighs, finally her sex.
"Lick me... Please."
Within seconds, her voice disappeared between moans of ecstasy as they came.

After the fact, the pair was in a rather awkward situation. Joseph got back up and said:
"I'll just go to the bathroom for a second."
She nodded.
"I'll be next."
"Good."
He went away. She was left alone, thinking about what just happened. For years, she had accepted that no one would ever think of her as being attractive and now this. The guy was nice, a little weird perhaps, but not too creepy. His use of tongue had been skillful too, as far as she was concerned. Maybe she should ask him for more. She was unsure.
When he returned, she went to the bathroom herself, then came back and asked:
"Would you mind doing this again someday?"
He looked at her with a sheepish expression:
"I'm sorry, but... I'm married."
Her heart collapsed and she fought to maintain her composure. Grimly, she said:
"I'll be over at the office. Tell me when you're done. I'll let you out."
He nodded. She could sense the disappointment he felt and turned around to hide her anger and frustration.
Back at her desk, she tried to work, but couldn't. Instead, she took the chocolate and calmed her nerves. After a while, it felt better. It was even better when Joseph finally left and she was alone again. She felt rejected and angry, but at the same time, she knew that it was always this way. She had expected this to happen. After all, didn't she have a one-night stand in mind. She was still angry, of course, but on the other hand, she had got what she asked for. Maybe the trick was to accept it and to get some more of it.
The guy had been a leg man and he had lusted for her. Totally. She stretched her legs. Those were okay. She didn't like her bloated body, but she decided that her calves were nice. Being loved for them wasn't the same as being loved for real, but it would be nice to be loved at all.
She took a day off, after all she had spent the night at the office and slept quite well. After that, she went on the internet to see what the leg fetishists were about other than legs.

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Over the next weeks, she joined some message boards and took her time to get to know the regulars. After a while, she dared meet one of them in person. Calling herself Alexa, she met 'Stuart' at a downtown club. The guy wasn't even bad looking. Not a lot of hair anymore, but well-groomed and wearing a casual jacket and clean shoes. She was aware that he was just as nervous as she was. She was still a little uncomfortable in her three-and-a-half inch heels, but she liked how her calves were bunched together and so did Stuart.
They enjoyed a few drinks, gradually calming their nerves and loosening their tongues. After a bit of talk, the situation became more tense as 'Alexa' extended her leg below the table and started rubbing it against his. She could see that Stuart was enjoying himself. After another drink, he suggested to take a walk. She nodded, but couldn't help adding:
"Let's wait a little before we get up, you seem to enjoy yourself right now."
He smiled and she laid her now bare foot on his rigid cock. It took some while before he could get up, but he was in the mood by the time they got out. She walked in front, giving him a show of her best assets. She started to like the attention he gave her. By the time they reached the hotel she had reserved, he was horny as hell. In the elevator, he barely managed to keep his cool, when she suddenly hit the stop button. The machine ground to a halt and she turned her back to him. She spread her legs a little and looked at him over her shoulder. She said:
"Give them a lick for starters."
"Right here?"
"Right now."
He crouched down on all fours and put his tongue on her tense legs. He was enjoying himself immensely. As he had his fun, she interupted him and said:
"Wait a minute, I'll just get down."
She got down on all fours and put her large ass in front of him. She lifted her skirt and exposed her now shaved crotch. She had felt totally weird, but she had decided to do it and had it waxed a few days ago. It had itched for a while, but now, she wanted to enjoy it. She crossed her legs and told him to lick her. Her massive butt-cheeks engulfed his face and he worked on her cunt while still kneeding and caressing her legs.
By the time they eventually arrived at the hotel room, she had come once more in the supply cabinet and once on the corridor.
Stuart had messed up his trousers and was now quite exhausted. She was lying beside him and enjoyed herself. She was still fully dressed, her clothes a bit crumpled. She asked:
"Do you like my legs?"
He grinned and replied:
"I adore them. I never met a woman as comfortable with them as you."
"Why?"
"Most girls would love to have smaller ones."
"I would too."
"But why? You look awesome."
She wasn't sure she liked the direction this was taking.
"Let's change the subject..."
"No, I'm sorry, but I have to be honest: you have totally awesome legs. If you ask me, you should even train to get them bigger. Guys love them."
She smiled ironically:
"Only creeps like you."
"Not at all."
"Whatever. Like I said before, let's change the subject."

The next day, however, Michelle decided to give it a try. The message boards were still buzzing, slowly increasing her renown in this weird group. She established a poll and asked whether she should train her legs to get them firmer and bigger. It wasn't all serious, but the response was overwhelming. As a result, she actually went to a gym in the neighbourhood and signed up. When she explained her training goals, the very fit woman who was to be her coach was surprised but accepted it.
Michelle started off easy at first, but within two weeks, she began noticing improvements. The muscle she built made her calves and thighs swell and firm up, making them shaplier and more defined. The personal trainer thought of several routine exercise to improve her workouts and she soon stuck to it with religious discipline. After a few weeks, she began posting photos of her legs on the message boards, causing ecstatic and grateful comments. Of course, some of them were creepy, but she decided to accept the board for what it was and not to be irritated by it. Instead, she began dressing to show off her legs in her everyday clothes. She frequently wore skirts and short trousers, combining them with high-heeled shoes and boots.
The new, more open style meant that she spawned increasing interest from her co-workers. The same girls who had laughed behind her back now made occasional comments with a certain admiration. The male colleagues seemed to enjoy the show in their own way and she pursued her strategy of one-night stands without commitment. She enjoyed being adored and worshipped, appreciated the invitations and the occasional gifts and was amazed by the buzz her regular updates on her growth caused.
After a few months of training, Michelle realised that the growth had attenuated. Paula, her coach, was impressed by her discipline, but soon realised that her client was unhappy. She had hit a plateau and was quite angry and depressed about it. After training, she found her measuring her calves and saying to herself:
"Oh come on. What happened to you? Why won't you get any bigger anymore?"
Paula said:
"You've found your natural max for now. I guess you can make slow improvements over the next years, but you should be happy with what you have now. It's more than most people will ever get anyway."
"But they're 14" now. I want them to get bigger than that. I looked it up on the internet. There're girls with much larger calves."
"Of course, but they're all juicing. Some of them even have implants."
"Juicing as in steroids? Implants? What the fuck?"
"Sure. The gear helps a lot, but it's risky and it can seriously fuck you up. Even though there are a lot of casual users, I wouldn't want to be in their skin when the shit hits the fan. Also, implants are fake. There's no strength behind them, it's just like breast implants."
"Okay... So how about you? Did you try any of that?"
Paula hesitated for a while. This woman was weird. She was fat and everything, she should be thinking about her figure, do some cardio and everything, but instead, she's obsessing over her legs. Also, she's awfully direct. On the other hand, she appeared to be quite trustworthy in her strange way. She replied quietly:
"Yes, I did. Actually, I'm on a cycle per year, just to stay in shape. I don't compete or anything, I just like the effects. And before you ask, I had my breasts done back when I was still doing competitions. It didn't feel right without them."
"Wow. Can I touch them?"
"No. Why should you?"
Michelle blushed:
"Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to annoy you."
"No problem, just lose the personal stuff, okay?"
The thickset woman nodded:
"Okay. However, I'd like to try the 'gear' if it helps me grow bigger legs."
"You shouldn't. Why do you want larger legs anyway?"
She smiled:
"I like the look. Also, a lot of guys like them. I want to make them go crazy over me."
"This is some kind of fetish stuff, isn't it?"
"Sure. Listen, I'll pay you well if you make them grow. No problem for me."
The coach thought for a while and said:
"I can help you, but it's expensive and it's not exactly healthy. You need to be aware of this."
"Absolutely. When do I start?"

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In order to take care of herself, Michelle regularly visited a chiropodic institute. She loved the attention and the strain she put her feet through lately meant that it was also quite necessary. Ada, the woman usually responsible for her well-being, couldn't help commenting on her client's changing physique. She said:
"Michelle, I don't know what you've been doing, but your legs are getting bigger, not smaller. I think it's a good idea to go to the gym, but what you're doing now isn't helping."
"Why? I want them to be this way."
"How come?"
"I found out that there are quite a few guys who are all for it and really appreciate a girl with big ones."
"Sure... But you weren't small in the first place."
"Exactly. And I'm going to get them even bigger. You'll see, I'll make it to the talk-shows: The woman with the biggest legs in the world."
"That sounds weird."
"Of course, but I don't think they'll call it: the most awesome legs in the world. I'd like that, though."
"It's fine by me, in my line of work, you gotta love feet or you're done for."
"That's it. There are obsessed people around and I like the attention."
"That's okay, but be careful, there are so many assholes in the world."
"I'll take care."

Michelle started her cycle a few days later and was astonished by the results. Paula insisted on a change in nutrition and regular workouts. The investment started to pay off soon: Within a few weeks, Michelle's calves ballooned to 15 inches. She took progress photos and uploaded them to her profile, causing the message board people to fall over each other to admire her. The training also made her thighs bigger and stronger, the growing muscle slowly firming up her skin. The steroids and nutrition had little adverse effects for now. She had a rash after a while, but it went away without leaving a mark. For now, all was going well.
At the end of the cycle, she had reached 16 inches and had reduced her body-fat a little, which made her separations between the calf muscles appear. Whenever she could, she would glide her finger along the groove and flex them to make them bulge. At the office, people began to notice her change in attitude. Even though she was still overweight and hardly fit the average person's ideal of beauty, she began radiating a certain aura of confidence that made people appreciate her. Her co-workers made her compliments and there was a lot of smiling going on. She even found the inner strength to ask for a raise and got it.
When she was training with Paula, she told her about her success and added:
"You know what, I've been thinking about something."
"What is it?"
"I think I want those implants you told me about."
"Calf implants? Why would you want to do that? Yours are huge already."
"Exactly. I want to have the biggest calves in the world. And I want contouring on the separation. You know, I researched about it. They remove the fat above the separation and it gets permanent. It'll look awesome."
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why? It's no big deal."
"Maybe, but it isn't honest."
"This isn't a competition. I'm doing it for me and for the people who adore me. But mostly for me. Look!"
She lifted her leg, flexed her calf and made the muscles pop out.
"Imagine how big they could be. It'll look amazing."
"Still, it's a stupid idea. I wouldn't do it."
"Yeah? Well, forget I even told you. I'm going to do it anyway."
"Fine, go ahead."
Michelle finished her set and got up. She was steaming as she went out. Whenever she wanted to do something for herself, everybody just turned their backs on her.

In the end, she went with it. The surgery went well, even though the surgeon was quite surprised by her wish, but agreed to the procedure. When she awoke, she was amazed by the size under her bandage. The doctor told her that the swelling would soon go down, but she was deeply impressed by her new calves. The fascinating thing was the taper: They were easily twenty inches around, with a deep indent between the muscles and quickly slimmed down to seven inch ancles. The shape was ridiculous, but they were well-defined and she even had to change the way she walked to accomodate their size.
When the bandages came off, she had to spend a week at home relaxing, enjoying chocolate and ice cream. Buying new stockings, shoes and boots was one of the other advantages of the situation. The clerk at the shoe store was deeply impressed by her client's size. Actually, boots turned out to be impossible. Getting custom-made ones was clearly out of her reach for now, her finances depleted by the medical bills.
Her days went by, she chatted with her admirers, posted progression pictures and finally decided to set up a paysite. She posted pictures and movie clips of her performing everyday tasks and more, raffling off meetings with some of her admirers. In this way, she was invited to expensive restaurants, taken shopping and even asked to take dancing lessons with one of her admirers.
As soon as the doctor allowed it, Michelle was back at the gym. She had switched to another one after the incident with Paula and had decided to join a more professional one. Working her legs, she was in the company of various huge male bodybuilders. The boys were surprised by her joining them, but once they saw her legs, they understood. Indeed, some of them even admired her for her dedication.
After a few weeks, she felt confident enough to approach the biggest of them and said:
"Hey there! My name's Michelle."
"Hi. I'm Mikael."
"That's a coincidence."
He smiled:
"Certainly. What can I do for you?"
"Well, you see, I've been here for a while and I've noticed you're pretty hardcore, so I wanted to ask you whether you would train me."
"Of course, but it really depends on what you want to achieve."
"Sure." She bent forward and whispered: "You see my legs?" He nodded. "I want them to be even bigger."
"Your calves are pretty huge as they are. Actually, they might be bigger than mine."
"Why, thank you." She flexed them and let them pop out. Mikael went boggle-eyed. "Sure, they're big. But I want solid muscle legs. All over. Big thighs."
"Fine by me. It really depends on your dedication. From what I've seen, you should be getting along fine." He hesitated. "Just a question: What about the rest of your body? Since you're working this hard, you could be growing everything. It'd be more balanced."
"Sounds good, but I'm not sure whether it'll look good."
"Your choice, but we can try that for a few weeks and see whether it goes well. If you don't like it, we can switch."
"Cool!" As an afterthought, she added: "By the way, could you get me some gear to help me?"
He gave her an impression of a wondering face:
"Gear, like the gym dress?"
She shook her head and said even lower:
"No, like steroids and stuff."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure. Do you have the money?"
"Yes. I've got some."
"Fine then. I'll bring some stuff next time."
"Thanks. You're great."
"Sure. Bye then."

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And yet another interesting story. The calf implants are a rather strange twist. Do women actually have something like that done? K for sure...

Honestly, I don't know. I just appreciate the total artificiality of the whole concept. It's more a kind of unreachable realism thing.
Thank you for your support!

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Over the next weeks and months, Michelle was on full torture mode. Mikael had never seen anybody work out with such discipline and dedication, especially no woman. The hard work was soon paying off. Her changed training and nutrition made her muscles grow quickly. The other hardcore bodybuilders soon accepted her. After all, she was a musclehead like them. They organised their training, spotted for each other and went on parties together. Pretty soon, Michelle realised that she no longer wanted to take her regular job seriously. She wanted to be a bodybuilder 24/7. As she went through a few posing steps with Mikael and Dave, another one of the regulars, she was impressed by her looks. She had definitely improved. Her muscles had exploded with power and she flexed her biceps with a certain feeling of satisfaction. She still had a long way to go, but her upper body began to fit her legs. Her stomach had become much flatter, a hint of her abdominals was now visible.
She was juicing hardcore with the other guys at the gym, ruthlessly trying whatever chemical insanity Mikael managed to get his hands on. Her voice had dropped quite a bit and her features had become much harsher. Also, whenever she wasn't in pain from the training, eating or tired, she'd fuck Mikael's brains out. When they were at it, their minds blasted on cocaine and painkillers and their bodies pumped full of a hormone cocktail, their lust was primal and savage. Mikael fucked her from behind, hammering his cock into her dripping snatch. She gnashed her teeth, growling with horniness.
Somehow, she could no longer switch back to normal life. When she walked to her job, she'd just shove people out of the way. When a client made any trouble, she'd just stare at him in insane anger and cow him in. As her training intensified and her body swelled, her normal wardrobe no longer fit her. Also, the fact she was now usually wearing heels to increase the effect of her calves made her all the more impressive. When she walked in wearing five-inch heels, she was taller than most people in the room and her increasingly broad shoulders which she liked to accent with padded jackets gave her a powerful presence. She began to suspect that her boss was beginning to fear her. She enjoyed that feeling and sometimes abruptly interrupted him to see him shiver.
With Mikael's assistance, she expanded her customer base to include other fetishists and the money started coming in. Her lifestyle was still horridly expensive, but she managed to land a few big spenders that were willing to finance her in exchange for humiliation and admiration.

After two years of hardcore bodybuilding, she was once again banging Mikael. She was on top of him, grinding her pelvis against his cock and admiring her broad chest. However, she suddenly stopped and asked:
"Mikael, tell me: Don't you think this looks ugly?"
"Hey, don't stop. Go on, fuck it!"
She pushed him down.
"No. I'm not feeling well."
"What is it?"
She put her hands over her deflated breasts and the remaining flab on her stomach.
"This looks shitty. I hate it."
"I don't care. Fuck me. Now."
"Let's switch off the light, then."
"Why? You're gorgeous."
"Stop it. This'll have to be fixed."
She turned off the lights.

The next day, she went to the gym in the morning, then took a day off. Her boss was quite happy to have her out of the house. After training, she visited the plastic surgeon she had been to for her calves and consulted him on her chest and stomach. The doctor was quite surprised by her patient's new shape and her wishes, but she went along with it. A few days later, Michelle had her appointment. When she got out of surgery, she was bruised and crushed all over. Mikael came to pick her up and brought her home. While recuperating, she couldn't train, so she soon grew a little restless. Also, she wanted to see the results. The bandages were impressive but didn't quite show whether this had worked well.
When they finally came off, she was impressed. There was still a lot of swelling, but everything was looking good. The doctor had removed most of the sagging tissue on her chest, stomach and upper arms. The implants she had installed under her pectorals gave her massive chest an impressive boost, making it hard for her to see her feet when standing up. In the mirror, she could see the effect of the ab sculpting: Her already well-trained abdominals now stood out big and round, with deep groves between them.
By the time she was fully healed, she was anxious to recover any lost mass and bulk up even more. By this time, she rarely turned up at the firm, prefering to spend her time training, eating, relaxing or servicing her customers. One day, she was at the office after a period of absence when her boss walked over and said:
"Michelle, we need to talk."
"Fine. What do you want?"
He was taken aback by her rudeness.
"It's about your attitude. Would you mind?"
He motioned to his office. She got up. Wearing her six-inch high heels and some brand-new custom-made tights, she looked quite intimidating. Also, she was four inches taller than him. He swallowed.
"Okay, let's go to your office", she said with her ever huskier voice.
She walked in front of him, swaying her muscular hips in her pencil skirt. Once inside, he added:
"Sit down, please."
She obliged, crossing her huge legs and giving him a good look of her crotchless tights. He couldn't stop himself from looking at her shaved pussy. He said:
"Michelle, I have a problem. You've failed to turn up at work several times over the last months and your dress style is, well... off-putting."
She took out a cigarette and lit it. She answered:
"Apparently. Guess what, I had better things to do."
"Could you not smoke in here?"
She got up slowly.
"I guess I could."
She took another drag and blew a smoke ring in his face. He sneered.
"Stop it. So, what do you say?"
She walked over to him, shaking her silky hair to the side and grabbed him by his tie. She pulled him up and said:
"I say it's time for you to do what I tell you."
"What?"
"Open my blazer."
He hesitated. She took another drag and grabbed his hand, leading it to the first button.
"Come on, don't go limp on me."
He seemed to think about protesting but eventually unbuttoned the blazer, revealing her naked, overtrained chest. With all the work she had put into its development, the plastic surgery and generous tanning, her boss was shocked. Her overly massive pectorals rose and sank as she looked down on the pathetic man in front of her. She stretched a little, then flexed her pectorals, making the striations come out. She hadn't worn a bra in days and wouldn't have needed one either. It felt liberating. The man in front of her was clearly trying to decide whether he was more turned on or more afraid. She continued smoking her cigarette and began twisting the tie around his neck.
"Tell me, do you find me attractive?"
His eyes rolled. He was clearly having trouble breathing. She wasn't sure. Was this a "yes"? Probably not.
"You've got to be clearer about that, darling."

Suddenly, the door was opened and Maureen, the personal assistant, looked in.
"Do you need anything, boss?"
Michelle didn't even flinch, turned her head to her and smiled, concealing the fact that she was naked up front and said:
"No problem, Maureen. We're having a talk, I'll be with you in a second."
She nodded with a smile and closed the door."
"Let's get back to business. Do you find me attractive?"
He choked a "yes".
"Good then. Now, if you want me to stay that way or even become more so, I have to put in a lot of work. This is why I'm not here so often." He gasped as she released him a little. "But that's okay, since everybody is fine as long as there are no complaints. And you wouldn't complain, would you? That would make me angry and I hate to be angry. It makes a mess." She twisted the tie back so that it throttled him and sank her heel into his foot. He tried to scream, but it wouldn't come out. "Just see it as a sponsoring contract. You help me and I'll do my best to be the best. Just like in... professional sports, only that you pay me for not talking about you. Isn't that wonderful?"
She released him as he was turning blue and let him collapse on his chair. She smiled and sat down on the edge of his table.
"But you were right, it is better if I spend more time here, isn't it?"
He shook his head vigorously, trying to catch his breath.
"No? Too bad. Well then, see you soon and please, don't mind me dropping in occasionally to see how you're doing."

After this little discussion, Michelle found that she had a lot of free time to spend on herself. Money was less of an issue and she could continue her journey towards bigger and bigger muscles. By the end of the year, she had finally passed the 200-pound limit and was rapidly piling on more meat. Even though she was a tad shorter than Mikael or Dave, she was approaching their level of muscularity, even outperforming them in some areas, especially in the calves. By training harder than ever, using ridiculous amounts of supplements and sticking religiously to her nutrition plan, she had managed to squeeze in two additional inches of muscle. The moment she realised she was going crazy when she met a woman at the gym who had a 22" waist. She was surprised by Michelle's surreal body shape but seemed impressed. When asked whether she worked as a coach, Michelle denied. She just trained for herself. It took a very short time for the other woman to ask:
"Can I touch them?"

[El_Roy_1999]

Michelle gave her a long look. She remembered Paula, smiled and said:
"No."
"But..."
"No means no."
Mikael was just passing by and gave the shrimpy woman a bored look, then hushed her away. He said:
"Small fry, huh?"
"Absolutely. Funny how they always stare and ask stupid questions. Scrawny little fucks."
Her partner smiled and added:
"Not one of them is even close to you, my beast."
Michelle got up and said:
"I sure think so. And you, darling, are my fuckmaster."
"When I'm done, I'll take a shower and I'll slam your puny little ass until you cry."
"Puny? Take a good look before you judge."
She turned around, rolled her shoulders and stretched her back, then placed her legs apart a little and flexed it all the way from the calves to her super-tight ass. Tight bands of muscle created a superbly defined ensemble of muscularity. She set her shoulders, blowing them apart as wide as she could and said:
"Call me puny again."
Mikael stared at her.
"Wow. I..."
He was interupted by her mobile. She silenced him with a look.
"Work."
He nodded. He was fully aware of her other incomes, but she could tell it annoyed him. Still, beggars couldn't be chosers. At least he could fuck her for free. She fixed a meeting with one of her fetishist clients and said:
"Don't be angry, big guy. It pays the rent and all the sweet stuff me need to build those beautiful bodies of ours."
He grumbled a little, but she continued:
"Besides, they pay to watch and touch. I have yet to meet one that would make me forget you for a second."
He seemed appeased.

[El_Roy_1999]

That evening, she met a gentleman in his 80's, who introduced himself as Darryl. They were at a ridiculously expensive restaurant and she was stunning. She wore a cardinal red rubber neckholder dress with a transparent panel in front, slit to her waist and completed by a pair of opera gloves and the most incredibly high-heeled custom made boots anyone had ever seen. They added a good six inches to her height and her up-do gave her another six. As she had squeezed into it, she tried to think back of her former self. She had stared at herself in the mirror and had been astonished that this transformation had even been possible. Her swollen lats made her waist seem almost small. Before she could leave, she just had to masturbate. Being fashionably late was her fate.
Her host was speechless as she stepped over to their table. He let the waiter help her to her seat, raising quite a few eyebrows with her get up. He welcomed her:
"I'm so glad you could come. How are you?"
"Splendid, in your company." She flashed him a lustful smile.
"Marvelous." They made small talk which she easily spiced up with a few double-entendres. By the end of the evening, they were both quite drunk and very horny. Even though he was but an old man, he had a certain charm and a strange handsomeness that a true gentleman gets from his perfect behaviour.
As they finished their drinks, he said:
"I have one question before we leave."
"Go ahead."
She set her elbows on the table, propping her chin up on her massive forearms.
"I am old and not in the best of health."
"Not at all..."
"Don't deceive yourself. I am old and I will die soon. I have no children and no heirs. I am a widower of twenty years. Most of my fortune is parked in a foundation, but there's still the odd million or ten. You can have a look at the statements if you like. I am aware that you are both young and unique and that you have better things to do than to cater to the wishes of an old man, but here's my question:" He took a deep breath. "Will you marry me? I wish to die in the arms of a woman I desire."
She was honestly surprised. She stared at him for a few seconds and hesitated. He went on, clearly unsure.
"As you know, I am the major shareholder of several pharmaceutical companies and my long on-going fascination with hypermuscularity has led me to study the intricacies of chemistry. I want a super-muscular bride, you need money and all the muscle you can build. It's a win-win situation. What do you say?"
She nodded slowly:
"I think I'll need a white dress."
"Excellent." He smiled.

I can only imagine what might transpire once she gets her hands on a few million and the latest in muscle drugs his company would be producing

In the end, Michelle had to go through quite some preparations. She hired a lawyer to check any eventualities and to prevent any awkward surprises. Mikael was far from happy with the situation, as were her internet followers, but she made it clear that this was her decision and that she wouldn't tolerate any criticism. The situation got ugly at a point, when he asked for a final chance to explain. Since they were once again ridiculously juiced up at the time, the situation quickly escalated.
At first he tried to stay calm, but she quickly shot him down and turned away:
"Sucks to be you, Mikael, but you could have sat this out. It would have been a break of maybe a year and more money than we could spend, but, yeah, your problem now."
He grabbed her shoulder and tried to turn her around, but she brushed his hand away.
"Don't touch me."
"You stuck up..."
"Don't you dare finish this." She gave him an angry stare."
"...bi..."
She twisted around and slammed her fist into his chest, throwing him down on his ass. With a quick step she was over him and kicked him into the balls. He winced in pain.
"Stay out of my life from now on."
He gritted his teeth, tried to block out the pain and stumbled to his feet. With a lunge, he tried to knock her down. She crouched, catching his hands and pushing him back. The pair grappled. He managed to clinch her waist and threw her, sending her flying through his sofa table. The wooden thing went to pieces under her weight. She screamed as he climbed on top of her. She could see his face was full of anger, but he was also aroused. She grabbed him with her super-powered legs and squeezed his midsection. He howled in pain. She rolled on top of him, took his head in her hands and smashed it against the floor. He stared at her groggily.
"I give up. I give up!"
She got back up, gave him another kick in the sides and was pleased to hear his ribs crack. She said:
"And stay away from me or I'll break you."
She left.

As she walked away from his apartment, she was tired and angry. Also, the situation had been horrifying for her. She didn't want to be a victim. Only slowly did she realise that she just had hindered him of raping her. She should have sent him the cops, but she didn't want any trouble with them either. Suffice to say that it took her some time to get back to the wedding preparations. Darryl was quite understanding, but still pushed gently. He even offered to send some people to break Mikael's legs, but she preferred to just be left alone.

[El_Roy_1999]

Getting everything ready for the wedding took some time all the same. Michelle struggled with herself as to whether she wanted her parents to come, after all, they had always hoped that she would marry one day, but at the same time, she had broken off all contact once she had turned herself into a muscle beast. They only had occasional talks over the phone and she evaded them whenever she could. In the end, she decided that the marriage to Darryl was if not actually a fake then at least a strange arrangement that would not fit her parents' view of a healthy union. She would not tell them.
The wedding dress, on the other hand, was not as difficult as expected. Darryl's money made things happen and when she was visited by the tailor, she only had to wait for him to calm down before he went to work. The task at hand was hard for him as he had so much to work with.
The wedding took place in a hotel on the most paradisical island Darryl could find. It was a recluse place where any man or woman could indulge in their own private desires without outer interruptions. Darryl wore an elegant and very formal suit that gave his ancient form a bit more structure, while his bride showed off her insane physique in the most impressive gown any of the attendees had ever seen. At its heart was a sheer bodysuit of white fabric that followed her muscular curves perfectly. Some parts of the suit were made of patterned gauze that showed flowers. The suit let her back open, but was decorated with pearls and large white feathers that further enhanced her figure. She wore a white stole over her enormous shoulders. Over the suit, she wore the dress itself, that consisted of a very open skirt and a kind of corset. It had a long train that one of the hotel employees managed. She wore white stay-ups and ridiculously high six-inch-stilettos that bunched her calves out further. Her hair was decorated by a matching fascinator and a very short veil.
She could feel Darryl's arousal as she walked down the aisle. The ceremony was quick and cordial. The magistrate seemed less astonished by her look than she expected, but apparently he saw all kinds of strange stuff here.
Once they had said their words and kissed, she took him and lifted him up in her arms, cradling him. The magistrate lifted his eyebrow in surprise but let them be. Darryl grinned and kissed her:
"I'm impressed."
"Wait for upstairs."

And now for the honeymoon

A few minutes later, they were inside. Michelle laid him on the king-sized bed and said:
"Now, husband, it is time for you to relax and enjoy."
She turned around, letting her muscular hips sway and gyrate. She crossed her legs and swayed her train to the side, flexing her over-sized calves, then her enormous back muscles. She rolled them up in sequence, starting with her butt, then switching to the small of her back and then to her massive lateral muscles. She let the stole drop to her elbows and stretched her right arm, emphasising her shoulders, then her biceps. Next, she used a few tricks she learned at a belly-dancing course and let her ass quiver. She could hear him breathe quicker. With a slow movement, she slipped the stole over her muscles, exposing them slowly before dropping it to the floor. She turned around so he could see her in profile, then turned her head to him and went through a series of flexes of her triceps. By now, he was slavering. She turned to her front and did a double biceps pose. Her large arms swelled with muscle. She rolled them back and presented her chest. She flexed her pectorals, their size further enhanced by the implants under them. Before the wedding, she had a little fill up to add a bit of saline and her muscles now easily dwarfed any woman's breasts. Her actual breasts were now little more than larger puffy nipples. She crossed her legs again and presented her stomach's powerful muscles. She inhaled deeply and opened the corset, dropping it at her feet slowly.
Once again, she switched and crunched them, using her concentration to make her abs roll and quiver. He was speechless, reduced to growling and panting. She turned back, spread her lats again and slowly removed the neck-holder of her bodysuit. With a quick movement, she bared her chest, tearing the suit away from her. She flexed some more, reveling in the glory of her body. She gave him an amused and disdainful look, then turned around and presented her nude physique. She was in stay-ups and stilettos but was otherwise naked. With a flick, the veil and fascinator disappeared and she climbed on the bed. The mattress shivered as she approached him on all fours.
With a rip, she tore open his fly and was immediately greeted by his super-erect cock. She gave him a dirty look, then took him in her mouth, licking and sucking him.

Hope he doesn't die of a heart attack before she's through with him

[El_Roy_1999]

When she felt he was about to come, she stopped abruptly, held his dick in her hand until he calmed back down and said:
"You'll have to wait a little, darling."
He looked at her in confusion.
"Good things come to those who wait..."
She lowered her massive chest against his cock and began flexing her pectorals slowly and rhythmically. Using the deep cleavage of her muscles, she stroked his cock.
"Look! No hands."
He gasped. Once again, she made him go mad with lust and waited as he was about to blow his load. Just as he was about to come, she grinned mischievously and said:
"Not now, darling husband. Not yet..."
"But..."
"You haven't seen it all."
She began working his throbbing cock with her abdominals.
"Imagine what it will be like when I build a REAL body. No more of this puny shit."
"Puny?"
"Think of the muscle I will have. Think of the huge body your wife will have. It will be yours."
She had to interrupt herself to prevent him from coming right away. She waited a little, cuddling and only occasionally laying her hand on his dick, to keep him ready. Then, she said:
"Want to see something cool?"
"Sure."
She flexed her arm and began squeezing his cock with her forearm and biceps.
"How does that feel?"
"Excellent."
She let her arm muscles quiver. He grunted.
"No, darling. Not yet, still a little moment."
She climbed on top of him and spread her legs. He lay between her enormous thighs. She gently lowered her cunt on his tip and began to slowly work him inside of her, using only the strength of her inner muscles. She had practiced this trick for weeks and it was paying off. She lifted him from the sheets gently. Once he was fully in her, she said:
"You now have my permission to come. But can you?"
She began massaging him, choosing a slow rhythm at first, then increasing the speed and intensity. Every time she felt that he was about to come, she'd squeeze him and hold him until he couldn't bear it anymore. He howled unintelligibly and tried to push her down to fuck her and finally come, but she just laughed as he flailed against her supermuscular chest.
She embraced him and said:
"Can't come? I'll help you."
She let him down, turned around and presented her superbly trained ass.
"Give it to me!"
Before she could finish, he was upon her and hammered at her pussy. She fingered herself as hard as she could. Finally, she let him come and he collapsed, completely exhausted. He laid on her back, then slipped off.
"Did you like that? Here's to the rest of your life!"
She turned around and saw him lying on the mattress. He didn't move. She pinched him. No reaction. She shook him. Nothing. He wasn't breathing. She grabbed his wrist. Weird pulse. Shit!
She threw him from the bed, hit the "call room service"-button and started to give him CPR. With a crunch, his ribs broke as she slammed down her hands on his chest and started pumping. She was glad she remembered how this was supposed to go. She pumped out thirty strikes, then blew air into his lungs. More pumping...
She worked for a while, when there was a knock at the door. She shouted:
"Come in quick! He's dying! Get a doctor!"
The waiter was surprised, grabbed his phone and called the emergency services. She continued working, falling into the rhythm. At this moment, she realised that before her transformation, she would have been out of breath by now, but now, she was just merrily pumping along at high frequency. She added:
"Maybe there's a doctor in the house. Get him! Also, get me a defibrillator! You have one, do you?"
The waiter was still standing there, being useless. He was probably transfixed by the outrageous and horrifying spectacle in front of him. She glared at him and he ran off.
He returned a minute later with a small woman and a portable defibrillator. She said:
"My name's Larson. I'm a doctor." She looked at what Michelle was doing and prepared the machine. "You're doing fine, continue. What happened?"
"I don't know. We were having our wedding night, well, afternoon, and he just keeled over. His pulse is all strange, he doesn't breathe."
"Do you know of any previous problems?"
"No. No. I met him a few months ago, but we never talked about that!"
"Okay. Let's try this. Leave him for a moment."
Michelle backed off and the doctor activated the device. Darryl shivered and shook. No change.
"Get back to it!"
Michelle continued working. The doctor said:
"If you want to be relieved..."
"I'm managing."
Minutes later, emergency services arrived and took it out of Michelle's hands. They spirited him away to the next hospital. Michelle stood there, completely aghast. What had just happened?
She went to visit him at the hospital a few hours later. Once again, she was dressed conservatively, but still, her outrageous body threatened to destroy her suit. She asked the doctor how her husband was doing. He gave her a sad look and said:
"We're not sure, of course, but I doubt he's going to make it. The stress must have been too much for him."
"Can I see him?"
"Of course. Come with me."
He led her into Darryl's room. He lay there, surrounded by machines that kept him alive. She sat down next to him and took his hand.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen. I hope you'll make it." She smiled shyly: "I hope you enjoyed it, though."
He said nothing, but for a moment, she had the impression that he clenched her hand weakly. There might have been a smile on his face for a second.
"What a way to go."

The next days were a blur: The police came for questioning, the lawyers paraded in front of her and she signed tons of paperwork to take control of his propriety. His death hadn't been unexpected and everything had been prepared. She felt guilty for not giving him all he deserved. The meeting with the board of directors was equally strange, but she decided to let them do their thing as long as they assisted her. Darryl had left them a note to help her with her project and they did.
After all these troubles, Michelle decided to fade back into anonymity and to take a little time off from all the chaos. Although their relationship had been brief, she wanted to grieve.

What a way to go...  Glad to see she feels genuine remorse about it. Can't wait to see what happens after the mourning

[El_Roy_1999]

She was horrified by the shit-storm that exploded a week later when the tabloids finally found out about his death. If her previous experience had been awful, this was beyond good and evil. Within a few days, she was on the front page of all the glossy magazines. "The murder mistress", "the muscle monster", "the grave digger", they had it all. Despite her attempts at maintaining her identity a secret and hiring several high profile lawyers to make them shut up, she was publicly exposed in the worst way. Both her boss and Mikael were interviewed and told all.
In the end, Michelle just tried to disappear. She rented a small apartment far from everybody and locked herself up. Whenever she couldn't get things to be delivered, she just packed up as completely as she could and tried to evade the looks of disgust and horror. At first, it was hard not to be recognised. A super-muscular woman with shoulders wider than most men and world-record-calves was bound to be noticed. However, weeks and months of isolation and frustration took their toll. When the media rage finally died down, she had literally fallen apart. Her appetite had been supplemented by her frustration and her depression had made her immobile. As a result, she had piled on the pounds and lost her muscle.
When she left her apartment again, it was winter and her bloated and out of shape body was nothing like her previous amazonian physique. She felt sick and constantly tired. Also, she had continued lurking on the various message boards were she had met her erstwhile admirers and she felt a sting whenever they posted her old pictures or shared stories. Quite a few of them wanted her back, but she preferred to stay hidden. She didn't want to risk being exposed again.
Finally, she felt that she had been forgotten. She had overcome Darryl's death. (It had only later become clear to her that he had actually died in her, a fact that still made her feel awful.) She had returned to society, but it was mostly going to a low-profile bar and having a drink. She even made a few friends who didn't recognise her or at least pretended not to. However, one evening, one of them brought along a friend that immediately understood who she was.
"Hey, aren't you the muscle woman that killed her husband?"
Michelle stared at the tiny woman and asked:
"Why would I be that?"
"I recognise you. You're Alexa: The internet muscle sensation."
"Do I look like an internet muscle sensation?"
"No, of course not. You sort of dropped off the surface of the Earth when your husband died. But you're her!"
She turned to her friends:
"What's with her?"
There were shrugs.
"No, really. I'm a big fan! I met you at the gym once. You had these mega-huge calves and I wanted to touch them but you wouldn't let me."
Michelle remembered something.
"Maybe. Please leave me alone. Can't we just enjoy the evening?"
"Sure. I'm sorry. But, hey, here's my number, so call me maybe?"
Michelle was about to twist the woman's head off.
"Maybe."

[El_Roy_1999]

A year later, the message boards were abuzz with rumours. Somebody had posted a picture of a hugely muscular calf. The body part, not the animal, even though there were a few misunderstanding on that at first. The community was debating whether the image was real or just a photo manipulation. It had been taken with a rather shitty camera-phone and didn't show much details. Still, some members argued that this might be the legendary Alexa, who had so suddenly vanished after her husband's death. There was even more debate about the position of moles and the visibility of stretch marks.
The regulars began to see their suspicions confirmed when another picture appeared: It showed a muscular abdomen. The quality was the same and each of the ridiculously defined muscles was so bloated that they literally didn't have enough room. The experts compared navels and stated that this might indeed be Alexa. Others argued that these might just be older photos which somebody had decided to show now, maybe hoping to sell them.
The suspicion of foul play was confirmed when the next picture turned up. It showed a few locks of hair, clearly on a woman's head and a yardstick that said 6'2". Was this the mystery woman's height? If yes, then it couldn't be Alexa. Five inches didn't just turn up on their own. Still, the discussion was accompanied by a feeling of pointlessness. After all, most of the people just wanted to see her, regardless of who she was.
The final picture that turned up showed a rather blurred bathroom and a ridiculously muscled back. More moles were counted and some people even tried to identify the bathroom, which seemed to be at  a hotel. Eventually, the various identification posts became more hysterical as users unlurked to clear up who they thought the mystery woman was.

Hmmm... that board sounds vaguely familiar

Michelle returned to the community with a bang. She released a picture set that showed her towering over a group of five male bodybuilders. She wore eight-inch stripper heels and stood in their midst, more than a head taller than either of them. As many of them, the muscle-men were rather short, but this still couldn't account for her drastic size increase. The mathematical wizards soon deduced that she was indeed 6'2". Further examination suggested that her legs had grown longer. But this wasn't the only thing that was bigger now:
Alexa's muscles had grown to an incredible size. As she stood there among the dwarves, it was clear that she outmuscled them too. Her shoulders were as broad as any male bodybuilders, but her ridiculously overdeveloped pectorals formed a chain of muscle around her bull-neck. As she went through her poses on each of the photographs, she let her muscle-groups swell, proving her supremacy.
She finished her post with a simple question:
"Missed me?"

[El_Roy_1999]

The barrage of questions that followed surprised her. After she had published her measures, the real inquisition began: How was this possible? Where did she get all the supplements? Was she dating right now? Would she do sessions again?
She took some time, but in the end, she decided on a way to get the answers published. She decided to run a raffle. The winner would be invited to a special session and be allowed to ask any questions he or she wanted.
Two weeks later, she held the draw. The event was filmed and broadcast live via stream. Michelle walked into the frame, wearing a tight red latex dress. She confidently strode in on her six-inch-heels and did a few turns before reaching the bowl of names. She was feeling calm and centered. The last year had been hard on her. Regaining her shape had been hard work, even with the support of her pharmaceutical engineers and expanding it was even harder. The hardest part, however, had been coming to grips with her situation. She was aware that she could always return to her old life. Her previous one. The one without muscles, without the admiration of the masses, but also the one without an accidental death in her wedding night.
The problem was that once you step into the limelight, you can't really go back into the shadows. She had accepted this and embraced her new role. Once this was clear, she decided to take it to its extreme.
She plunged her hand into the bowl and rummaged for a slip of paper. Her assistant had spent the evening writing internet nicknames on them. After a bit of fumbling, she pulled out a single piece of paper and held it to the camera:
"Congratulations, "darth_23", you're the lucky one. We'll contact you for the session. All you others, thank you for participating and stay horny!"

she didn't call my name? 

I thought about that, but I didn't want to intrude.

[El_Roy_1999]

Don had been excited during the entire flight. He had been restless, constantly daydreaming of his prize. He had been a member of the forum for quite some while now and an Alexa fan from the first moment on. He had dreamed of having a session with her for years, but never had the money nor the courage. He was a tall and lanky student, your typical 150-pound weakling, but he managed to impress the girls with his winning smile. However, most of the women he had dated until now just weren't muscular. Some had a little tone and he found that exciting, but there had never been a true bodybuilder in his life. Now was the moment he had waited for.

He stepped out into the welcome area and saw a woman in a high-necked chauffeur's uniform. She was rather short and thin, her clothes allowed no hint of any muscle. He walked over and said:
"Hi! I'm Don."
"Hello Don, I'm Grace. I'm Mrs. Alexa's personal assistant and chauffeur. Would you mind coming with me?"
"Not at all."
They walked outside in the parking lot and Grace let him sit in the back of a massive limousine. It was a huge black car, fitted with every luxury. Only then did he realise that this was a woman that was way out of his league.
Grace started the engine, not that Don noticed, and drove on the highway. They followed the highway for a while, then switched on some smaller, more isolated road that followed the coastline. Don was beginning to get a little worried since the place seemed to be completely deserted. Finally, they stopped in front of a massive gate. With the flick of a switch, Grace remotely opened it and drove in to a very modern beach mansion. The sun was still high in the sky, but as he stepped out of the car, he could feel the breeze. Don smiled as Grace took his luggage and led him to the mansion's door.