Serieux? [en FRANÇAIS] = Really? [in ENGLISH] *FMG*

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Tom se réveilla en panique, il partait demain matin et il avait encore plein d'affaires à vérifier et préparer. D'autant qu'il avait quelques courses à faire, mais un Dimanche tous les magasins sont fermés. Lucie l'aida du mieux qu'elle put.
Ses sacs étaient prêts, il avait tout. Il lui manquait bien quelques bricoles, mais se dit qu'il pourrait les acheter sur place. Après tout, il allait au Brésil, pas en Antarctique. Il s'affala alors sur le canapé, profitant d'un joint. Lucie vint le rejoindre se collant à lui.
« Dis Tom, ça te dirait une séance d'entrainement/mesures ? J'ai la clé. » Demanda-t-elle.
« Oh. Très bonne idée, ça me donnera des souvenirs. » Répondit-il en souriant.
   Ils se mirent en route. En arrivant au club, ils furent étonnés de voir la porte d'entrée ouverte. Ils passèrent le couloir et entrèrent dans la salle. Patrick était là, en train de se faire des abdos sur un tapis. Quand il les vit arriver, il s'arrêta et se dirigea à leurs rencontres.
« Hé Tom, je vois que tu as retrouvé Lucie ! »
   Ils se tenaient la main, ce qui n'échappa pas à Patrick.
« Oui, ce fût deux jours assez fou d'ailleurs. »
« Hah, j'pense bien. Que v'nez-vous faire un Dimanche ici ? »
« On pensait se faire un dernier entrainement avant que Tom parte au Brésil. » Dit Lucie. « Un 'Trois pour le Max' » Ajouta-t-elle.
« Oooh. » Fit-il.
« Et toi ? Que fais-tu là ? » Demanda Tom.
« Heh, me suis engueulé avec ma femme, comme souvent, alors j'suis v'nu m'défouler un peu. J'peux participer à votre 'Trois pour le max' ? »
« Bien sûr ! » Dit Tom.
   Le 'Trois pour le Max' était un petit concours qu'ils se faisaient au club. Cela consistait en trois séries de trois répétitions sur quatre exercices différents, dans l'ordre : le développé couché, le squat, le curl et le soulevé de terre. La meilleure des séries de chaque exercice est prise en compte pour déclarer le vainqueur. Cela constituait donc un bon moyen de mesurer sa progression ainsi qu'un entrainement complet.
   Ils sortirent des vestiaires en même temps, et Tom était bouche bée devant la masse de Lucie. Elle portait juste un mini débardeur s'arrêtant en dessous de sa poitrine et dévoilant ses abdominaux, ainsi qu'un simple short cycliste, moulant parfaitement ses globes fessiers. Elle était massive et puissante, ses trapèzes montant haut sur son cou de taureau, des épaules larges et volumineuses. Ne faisant pas particulièrement attention à sa nutrition, Lucie n'était pas sèche, arborant une jolie paire de seins posés sur des pectoraux d'acier. Ses bras formaient un léger angle avec son torse du fait de ses dorsaux énormes. Le regard de Tom descendit vers ses jambes. Ses cuisses étaient monumentales, grosses comme des troncs d'arbres, tandis que ses mollets explosaient en deux gros cœurs de la taille d'un ballon de handball à chacun de ses pas. Il était en transe alors qu'il la regardait faire son échauffement, ses muscles pulsant dans toutes les directions.
   Patrick arriva avec une balance à la main. Il était tout sourire, visiblement très heureux de faire ce petit concours.
« Ok, pour laisser une petite chance à Tom, on va faire un rapport force=poids soulevé/masse corporelle. Donc en avant la pesée ! » Dit-il rigolard.
« Ça parait juste. Mais ça ne va pas t'avantager. » Nota Lucie.
« Baah, m'en fout, j'espère au moins pouvoir faire jeu égal avec toi en force pure, ce dont je doute vu ce que tu soulèves à l'entrainement. » Dit-il en montant sur la balance. « Cent-vingt-huit kilos. » Annonça-t-il.
   Lucie monta dessus à son tour.
« Et moi cent-treize. Tom ? » Dit-elle en souriant.
« Ouaip. » Fit-il en montant sur la balance, impressionné par les cent-treize kilos de muscle de Lucie. « Soixante-cinq kilos. »
« C'est tout ?! T'as pris que deux pauvres kilos depuis la dernière fois ? »
« Oui... Je sais. Mais je ne mange pas autant que toi. Et je me sens bien comme ça, je n'en veux pas plus. » Répondit Tom calmement.
« Ok, on y va pour le DC les enfants ! » Annonça Patrick, plein d'entrain.
   Ils s'échauffèrent encore un peu, chacun faisant des exercices différents. Puis se retrouvèrent autour du banc à développé couché.
« Honneur aux dame. » Dit Tom en s'inclinant devant elle.
« Ok ! Attention les yeux. Mettez-moi deux-cent-soixante. »
   Les garçons s'exécutèrent, tandis que Lucie se préparait, mettant de la craie dans ses mains et se chauffant les épaules. Elle se mit en position, agrippa la barre et commença sa série. Elle eut un peu de mal à terminer mais fit ses trois répétitions. Et en se relevant, elle n'était pas satisfaite.
« Hmmm, j'aurais peut-être dû voir moins gros pour une barre de chauffe. »
« Impressionnant tout de même. » Dit Patrick, se positionnant sur le banc. « Deux-cent-trente-cinq pour moi, s'il vous plaît. »
   Il fit ses trois répétitions proprement et se releva content de lui.
« Pas mal pour un gros, hein ? » Dit-il en rigolant. « Alors, combien on te mets Tom Pouce ? Soixante ? »
Lucie eut un sourire en coin, elle savait qu'il pouvait plus. Tom se préparait tranquille.
« Cent-vingt kilos. Mon 'gros'. » Demanda Tom. Qui fit sa série sans souci lui aussi.
« Wooa, j'aurais dû surveiller tes entrainements un peu plus. »
« J'ai pas pris beaucoup de muscle, mais j'ai beaucoup travaillé ma force. » Répondit Tom, content de lui.
« J'vois ça. » Dit Patrick impressionné.
   Ils enchainèrent avec la deuxième série. Lucie souleva deux-cent-soixante-dix kilos, Patrick deux-cent-cinquante en luttant un peu et Tom cent-trente kilos difficilement. Pour la troisième série, Lucie fit deux-cent-quatre-vingt, Patrick et Tom étaient pantois devant sa démonstration de force brute. Elle leur fit une jolie pose 'Most Muscular' en se levant du banc, Tom bavait. Patrick réussit un joli deux-cent-soixante kilos, tandis que Tom managea cent-trente-cinq. Il est était fier de lui.
« Bon ! » Récapitula Patrick « Lucie gagne cette manche avec un joli rapport de 2,47. Tom est deuxième avec 2,07 et moi dernier avec 2,03. »
« C'était serré entre nous, Patrick. »
« J'avoue, tu m'as surpris. J'peux plus t'appeler Tom Pouce. J'crois qu'on va pas pouvoir lutter contre Lucie par contre. » Dit-il en rigolant. « Allez ! Les squats ! »

   Ils décidèrent que le perdant de la manche précédente commençait la suivante, ce fût donc Patrick qui s'avança le premier, demandant trois-cents-dix kilos qui ne lui posèrent pas de soucis. Tom suivit avec cent-soixante-dix kilos, il ne devait pas être assez chaud, car il lutta un peu pour finir sa troisième répétition. Lucie se relaxait les cuisses tandis qu'ils préparaient sa barre de trois-cents-quatre-vingt kilos, Tom les observait qui pulsaient et gonflaient lors de sa préparation. Elle se plaça sous la barre et fit ses trois répétitions de façon fluide, ses muscles prenant des proportions hallucinantes.
   La deuxième série se passa sans encombre, Patrick poussant trois-cents-trente-cinq, Tom cent-quatre-vingt en luttant encore un peu et Lucie soulevant trois-cent-quatre-vingt-quinze kilos.
   Pour la troisième série, Patrick bloqua à trois-cents-cinquante kilos, la dernière répétition lui prenant une bonne minute à accomplir.
« Pow pow pow... » Fit-il en se relevant, essayant de relâcher ses jambes après cet effort. « J'ai cru que je n'y arriverais pas... »
   Tom se plaça à son tour, avec une barre à cent-quatre-vingt-cinq kilos, et à la surprise de tout le monde, lui y compris, souleva l'haltère plus facilement que les séries précédentes.
« Bah alors ça... J'aurais dû demander cent-quatre-vingt-dix ! » Dit-il en se grattant la tête. Il se senti tirer par des bras massifs, Lucie le prenant dans ses bras.
« Mmmm, Monsieur est plus fort qu'il ne le croit.... Et ça me plaît... » Murmura-t-elle à son oreille. « Quatre-cents-dix pour moi les enfants. »
   Patrick et Tom s'exécutèrent et Lucie se glissa sous la barre, jaugeant la masse avec ses épaules. Elle s'avança un peu et fit sa première répétition, en se relevant Tom nota le sourire en coin qu'elle avait. Pour la deuxième, elle émit un petit gémissement, elle lutait. Elle descendit pour la troisième, et resta comme bloquée. Puis, doucement mais sûrement la barre remonta, son ravissant visage déformé par un rictus.
« GnnnnnnRRRRgggGrrrrr ! » Grogna-t-elle, l'haltère de quatre-cents-dix kilos arrivant à destination. Et elle maintint la barre sur ses épaules. « Mesure-les ! » Demanda-t-elle dans un râle.
   Tom comprit instantanément, et se rua dans les vestiaires chercher son mètre, il entendit Lucie grogner. « Magne-toi ! ». Il revint dix secondes plus tard et plaça son mètre autour d'une de ses cuisses massives. Il avait l'impression de toucher de l'acier et ses doigts ne s'enfonçant que dans la peau. Les quadriceps étaient clairement visibles. Il était hypnotisé par cette vision lorsqu'il annonça la taille.
« Quatre-vingt-six centimètres... »
   Lucie replaça la barre sur son rack et fit quelques pas pour relâcher ses muscles, ses cuisses se contractant et se relâchant à chaque pas, pulsant et gonflant par vague.
« Tu deviens surhumaine Lucie... C'est dingue... » Dit Patrick encore abasourdit par ce qu'elle venait d'accomplir.   Il prit quelques secondes pour faire les comptes.
« Ok, encore une fois Lucie gagne avec un rapport de 3,62, Tom deuxième avec 2,84 et moi bon dernier avec 2,73. Décidément, c'est pas mon jour. Hé, j'vous parle ! »
   Lucie n'écoutait pas les résultats, elle était en train de faire des extensions avec ses mollets et Tom les mesuraient.
« Wow... Cinquante-quatre centimètres... Tu es énorme ! » Dit-il.
« Et j'aime tellement ça. »

   Ils continuèrent avec le curl. Tom n'étant pas un 'gros bras', il savait qu'il aurait du mal. Mais il s'en tira avec les honneurs avec quatre-vingt-cinq kilos pour sa dernière série. Patrick fit un joli cent-quatre-dix kilos et Lucie affola encore les compteurs avec deux-cents kilos.
« Nous n'en doutions plus, mais Lucie est encore une fois première avec 1,76, je suis deuxième, enfin, avec 1,48 et Tom ferme la marche à 1,30. Pas ton fort les biceps. » Annonça Patrick.
« Nope, j'peux pas être bon partout ! »Dit-il en se marrant et en contractant son bras pour montrer les trente-deux centimètres de ses biceps.
   Patrick vint se mettre à côté de lui et contracta à son tour, dévoilant un bras volumineux de cinquante-six centimètres, et Lucie les rejoignit avec ses cinquante-deux centimètres, certes plus petits que Patrick mais ils paraissaient nettement plus dense et dur. Tom salivait.
« Non, non, t'es hors catégorie Lucie ! Ne se compare que ceux qui ont une force humaine ! » Dit Patrick en plaisantant.
« Rhooo... Mauvais joueurs ! » Fit-elle en faisant semblant de faire une moue boudeuse.
   Ils se mirent à rire et passèrent au soulevé de terre.

« Bon, marre de passer la dernière. » Dit Lucie en préparant sa barre.
   Et elle ajouta des disques, et encore, et encore. Les deux garçons l'observaient bouches bée lorsqu'elle eut terminé. Il y avait quatre-cents-quatre-vingt-dix kilos de fonte. Et elle fit ses trois répétitions sans broncher. Patrick fit quatre-cents-dix kilos et Tom, qui commençait à être fatigué après une heure et demi d'entrainement, parvint à faire deux-cents tout rond.
   Les deux hommes se trouvèrent de nouveau sur le cul quand Lucie prépara sa barre à cinq-cents-cinq kilos, et fit ses trois répétitions proprement.
« Une demi tonne... » Bredouilla Tom.
« Un jour je soulèverai une tonne ! » Dit-elle d'un ton sérieux.
   Patrick de son côté fit ses quatre-cents-trente-cinq kilos assez facilement. Tom lutta avec ses deux-cents-dix kilos, la dernière répétition étant tout juste validée. Lucie enchaina avec cinq-cents-vingt kilos, ses muscles enflant et pulsant dans toutes les directions pour la dernière répétition qu'elle fit dans un grognement d'effort. Patrick se cala quatre-cents-cinquante-cinq kilos, ce qui était déjà énorme. Mais Tom ne put faire les trois répétitions à deux-cents-quinze, parvenant tout juste à en faire une. Il était déçu.
« Donc, encore et toujours Julie à un inhumain 4,60, moi à 3,51 et Tom à 3,23. Je savais que tu étais forte Lucie, mais pas à ce point. C'est dingue, si tu continues comme ça je n'ose imaginer les poids que tu vas soulever. » Dit Patrick.
« Tu me l'as dit la première fois que je suis venue ici : 'Tu es génétiquement faite pour ce sport'. Et tu avais raison. Pis Tom me motive beaucoup... » Elle lui fit un clin d'œil.
« Et toi Tom, franchement, en même pas un an ? C'est tout aussi impressionnant. On finit ex-aequo sur l'ensemble. T'es sûr que tu veux pas prendre un peu d'masse ? »
« Merci, mais non merci. Je vais continuer pépère à mon rythme, deux fois par semaines. Faudra que je me trouve un club au Brésil d'ailleurs... »

   Lucie et Tom laissèrent Patrick à sa mégère après une séance d'étirement et de rigolade. Et quand ils arrivèrent à l'appartement, c'est avec passion qu'ils ouvrirent la porte et se ruèrent dedans, se déshabillant en vitesse et s'embrassant passionnellement. Ils firent l'amour comme rarement ils ne l'avaient fait, Tom se découvrant une endurance qu'il ne connaissait pas, et il en fallait pour résister à la puissance et la voracité de Lucie. Dans un dernier élan, ils eurent chacun un orgasme en même temps, elle se laissa tomber sur lui, haletante, et le couvrit de baiser.
« Je t'aime... » Murmura-t-elle.
« Je t'aime aussi... » Répondit-il le sourire béat.
   Elle posa la tête sur son épaule, ronronnant de plaisir.
« Tu veux que je t'accompagne à l'aéroport demain ? »
« Avec plaisir... Je te réveillerai. »

   L'alarme sonnait depuis près d'une heure d'un son de buzzer normalement désagréable. Tom ouvrit un œil, péniblement, regarda l'heure : 5h58. Il ouvrit les deux yeux comme des billes, redressa la tête et regarda l'heure à nouveau : 5h59.
« Oh putain J'suis en r'tard !! »
   Il avait son avion à 7h30 et devait être à l'enregistrement à 6h30. Et n'étant pas lavé, habillé ni caféiné et ayant au mieux vingt-cinq minutes de trajet, c'était chaud. Il la secoua rapidement.
« Lucie faut s'bouger ! »
   Elle grommela quelque chose qu'il n'entendit pas. Il se rua dans la salle de bain pour se faire une petite toilette, puis retourna dans sa chambre s'habilla promptement, et secoua Lucie à nouveau.
« Ma puce, il faut y aller, vite ! »
   Elle ouvrit les yeux et vit l'heure.
« Oh merde ! »
« Bah ouais, allez, debout ! »
   Ils partirent de l'appartement il était 6h10. A 6h12 ils étaient dans la voiture et Tom démarra en trombe. Heureusement à cette heure-là, le trafic n'est pas très dense, mais sortir du centre-ville est toujours long à cause des feux tricolores. Il roulait à vive allure, passant à l'orange plusieurs fois et grillant un feu rouge. Ils passèrent au-dessus de l'autoroute qui faisait le périphérique de la ville à 6h25, il restait théoriquement dix minutes de trajet. Tom appuya un peu plus sur le champignon.
   Il gara la voiture sur l'arrêt minute, coupa le moteur, se rua vers le coffre pour attraper ses bagages. Lucie prit les plus lourds pour aller plus vite et ils foncèrent dans l'aérogare à la recherche du Terminal pour le vol 7433 à destination de Rio de Janeiro, il était 6h29.
« A1, ok, bien sûr c'est à l'autre bout. » Tempêta Tom.
   Et ils s'élancèrent dans les couloirs. Quand ils arrivèrent, Tom jeta son regard rapidement vers le tableau des vols qui annonçait :
« Vol 7433 – Air France – Rio de Janeiro – Départ reporté, intempéries. »
   Tom resta les bras ballants. « Sérieux...?! »

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[Ozzyfm]

J'aime bien ton style, tu arrives à mélanger assez subtilement une histoire "classique" avec ce qui nous rend dingue, à savoir les nanas musclées. Je sens un peu de vécu, je me trompe?
(PS: As tu vu que je t'ai envoyé un MP?)

[Elmanouche]

Merci !
C'était le but, rendre l'histoire plus proche de nous afin de vous faire espérer, chers lecteurs, que ça puisse vous arriver.
Et non, pas de vécu dans cette histoire, certes Tom me ressemble un peu (personnalité/physique) mais ça s'arrête là. 

Et j'ai vu ton mp

[Elmanouche]

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Et voici le dernier chapitre.
N'hésitez pas à me dire ce que vous en avez pensé.

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Chapitre V - Epilogue

Tom soufflait et luttait alors qu'il montait l'escalier de son immeuble. « J'aurais vraiment dû acheter un appart dans un immeuble avec ascenseur ! » Pensa-t-il. Il était chargé de tous ses bagages et faisait son deuxième trajet, heureusement que le taxi l'avait aidé à décharger dans le hall d'entrée. Il se doutait bien pourquoi Lucie n'avait pas voulu venir le chercher à l'aéroport, elle voulait lui faire la surprise de son corps, mais tout de même, il aurait bien accepté son aide. Ce n'est pas qu'il n'avait pas de condition physique, il avait pu continuer ses entrainements au Brésil. Mais ce mois de Mai était particulièrement chaud et il était crevé du voyage, 24h sans sommeil.
   Il arriva sur le palier, posa ses sacs et voulu ouvrir la porte.
« Hein ? Fermé ? Pourtant elle m'a dit qu'elle serait là...»
Il sortit ses clés et ouvrit. Le salon était dans la pénombre, juste les lumières de la ville produisaient un faible éclairage. Sa main droite tâtonna pour trouver l'interrupteur, qu'il actionna. Il s'apprêta à râler contre l'ampoule, lorsque celle-ci s'alluma immédiatement, inondant la pièce de sa lumière blanche.
« Ah ! »
   Il rentra ses affaires dans le salon et ferma la porte d'entrée.

   Son séjour au Brésil s'était bien passé, ce fût long, laborieux, difficile pour lui parfois de se faire comprendre. Mais il revenait ravi. Pourtant, le départ fût poussif, il prit son avion trois jours plus tard à cause des tempêtes. Ce qui décala une réunion qu'il avait sur place. Puis ce fut le matériel qui se retrouva coincé avec un retard de livraison d'une semaine. Pour finir, il constata que certain des techniciens n'étaient pas au niveau, il leur promulgua donc une formation éclair, car Tom ne supporte pas que l'on fasse les choses sans comprendre. Mis bout à bout ces délais et retards le firent rester un mois de plus là-bas. Ils avaient fini l'infrastructure de Rio, et Tom avait formé le chef de projet qui allait s'occuper de Sao Paulo.
   Il n'avait pas beaucoup profité de son séjour d'un point de vu touristique, s'offrant quelques baignades sur la côte, ainsi qu'une visite à Sao Paulo, et continuant ses séances de musculation deux fois par semaine. Il avait été là-bas pour le travail pas le temps de s'amuser.
   
   Et il se tenait tout penaud dans son salon, ne sachant pas trop par quoi commencer. « Ranger les sacs ? Chercher Lucie ? Se coucher ? ». Il en était là de sa réflexion lorsqu'il entendit un bruit provenant de sa chambre.
« Lucie ? » Appela-t-il.
   Pas de réponse, il se dirigea vers la chambre, ouvrit la porte. La pièce était dans le noir et il n'entendait qu'une faible respiration. Il alluma la lumière et se retourna pour regarder dans la pièce.
   Il eut un bug, comme quand une application se met à mouliner pour traiter les données. Il resta quelques secondes sans bouger, essayant d'appréhender l'énormité de ce qu'il voyait. Lucie était assise les jambes tendues sur le lit, presque nue, portant juste un string et se maintenant avec ses bras. Il se concentra sur son visage pour reprendre ses esprits. Elle s'était laissé pousser les cheveux, qui descendaient en petites ondulations de part et d'autre de son visage, qui semblait plus fin, les pommettes plus saillantes. Ses yeux verts émeraude vibrant de bonheur de le voir. Reprenant sa respiration, Tom s'approcha un peu et laissa son regard descendre sur le corps de Lucie.
   Son visage délicat était posé sur un cou de taureau, ses trapèzes partaient à hauteur du menton pour descendre en deux globes énormes vers des épaules titanesques, les deltoïdes se discernant sans qu'elle les contracte. Ses seins avaient pour ainsi dire disparu, faisant place à deux monstrueux pectoraux, épais, surpuissant, des striations apparaissant sous la peau, et la moindre inspiration les faisaient caresser le menton fin de son visage. En dessous se dessinait les plus gros abdominaux qu'il avait jamais vu, il pouvait discerner les huit blocs de muscle, de la taille d'une boule billard se disputant la place. Des obliques puissants remontaient vers des dorsaux majestueux, prêts à déployer leurs ailes, qui poussaient ses bras monumentaux sur les côtés. Ses bras, justement, explosaient dans toutes les directions sous la pression de son torse, ses triceps jutant, une grosse veine courant le long de chacun de ses bras.
   Son regard descendit encore, il devinait des fessiers énormes mais voyait clairement ses cuisses, il avait l'impression qu'il pouvait se cacher derrière tellement elles étaient massives, les genoux paraissant minuscules à côté. Les quadriceps se dessinant à la surface, Tom se dit qu'il lui faudrait les deux bras pour en faire le tour. Et des mollets gros comme des ballons de foot s'entrechoquaient alors qu'elle croisait les jambes.
   Lucie le regarda la dévisager, au début amusée, mais maintenant qu'il ne disait rien depuis près d'une minute elle commença à douter. « Suis-je allée trop loin ? » Pensa-t-elle. Tom s'approcha encore un peu, s'assit sur les genoux à côté d'elle et avança une main vers ses épaules.
« Que... Coo... Comment.... ? » Bredouilla-t-il alors qu'il sentait les muscles sous ses doigts, durs comme l'acier et elle ne forçait pas. Elle lui sourit.
« Bonjour Tom. » Dit-elle amusée, et rassurée, car elle venait de voir la belle tente que formait son pantalon.
   Il la regarda incrédule pendant un instant, avant de l'embrasser amoureusement. Le baiser dura un moment, pendant lequel Tom caressait l'énormité de ses muscles. Il avait l'impression de toucher de l'acier recouvert d'une peau douce. Lucie se retira et le repoussa gentiment.
« Regarde. »
   Elle se mit debout, le moindre de ses mouvements contractant ses muscles par vagues, elle se tint devant le lit et doucement contracta tous les muscles de son torse en une pose crab. Ses trapèzes se solidifiant en deux globes de granite, ses biceps venant percuter ses pectoraux, sa tête entourée d'un mur de fibre musculaire qui dansait sous sa peau clair.
   Tom regarda bouche bée, sa vision se troubla et il perdit connaissance sous le choc et la fatigue de son voyage.

   Il ouvrit les yeux un peu en panique et regarda où il se trouvait. Il était dans son lit, nu, un soleil radieux éclairait sa chambre. Il cligna des yeux quelques secondes le temps de s'habituer à la lumière et tenta de se rappeler ce qu'il s'était passé. Les images d'une Lucie engorgé de muscle lui revinrent, une érection démarrant à cette pensée.
« Je devais être fatigué, elle peut pas être aussi balaise. » Se dit-il alors qu'il s'habillait.
   Il arriva dans le salon, Lucie était là en train de prendre un petit déjeuner gargantuesque. Elle portait un t-shirt sans manche qui lui collait comme une seconde peau et un pantalon style Thai, soit disant ample qui ne flottait qu'à partir des genoux.
« Ah bah non, j'n'ai pas rêvé. » Dit-il en souriant.
   Il déposa un tendre baiser. Elle ronronna alors qu'il s'installait à table, lui tirant la chaise pour qu'il soit au plus près d'elle.
« Excuse-moi pour hier soir... je... J'étais nase et... »
« Je sais... Je sais. Et j'ai pas mal changé. » Fit-elle en rigolant, ce qui provoqua une contraction de ses pecs et trapèzes. Tom était déjà en transe.
« Et pas qu'un peu ! » Parvint-il à dire. « C'est même dingue... Combien est-ce que... »
« J'sais pas, ta balance s'arrête à cent-cinquante kilos. » Le coupa-t-elle d'un ton anodin et contractant un biceps plus gros que sa tête qui devait flirter avec les soixante-cinq centimètres.
   Tom failli s'étouffer avec sa tartine. Il but une gorgé de café, déglutit et observa la masse de muscle à ses côté.
« La vache... Tu... Tu comptes continuer à grossir ? » Demanda-t-il incertain.
« Je n'sais pas... Tu voudrais ? »
« Pas sûr... J'veux dire, tu as déjà dépassé toutes mes attentes en devenant, très certainement, la femme la plus forte et musclée du monde. Je... N'en demande pas plus. » Dit-il en observant les bras relâchés de Lucie gros comme sa tête. Il continua dans un murmure timide. « Et tu es déjà tellement sexy que je... » Le reste devenant inaudible.
   Lucie se mit à rire, s'approchant de lui et l'embrassant tendrement.
« Ok. J'en reste là alors. »
« Et combien est-ce que tu... »
À nouveau elle devina sa question et répondit aussi sec.
« Je fais 760kg au développé couché, 1100kg aux squats, 1460kg au soulevé de terre et 580kg au curl... »
Elle l'observa en annonçant les nombres, il était stupéfait.
« Comment est-ce... Possible... ? »
« Bah avec ça, béta ! » Dit-elle en reculant sa chaise pour contracter son torse, un son de tissu qui se déchire se fit entendre. « Et merde... Ce t-shirt n'avait pas deux semaines... Faudra que je retourne voir Lili. »
   Tom avait observé la pose, les vagues de muscle qui avaient encerclés sa tête.
« Lili ? » Demanda-t-il en contrôlant son envie de lui sauter dessus.
« La vendeuse de 'Mortadem', c'est là que j'achète mes fringues. Une petite gothique mignonnette, qui je crois me prend pour une déesse. »
« Comme je la comprends... Tu es divine. »
« Flatteur va ! »
   Ils riaient de bon cœur, et Tom se leva pour débarrasser la table.
« Si tu veux arrêter de grossir, il vaudrait mieux que tu te calmes sur la bouffe. »
« Ouais, je sais. Mais j'ai la dalle. Me suis habituée à manger autant... »
   Elle l'accompagna dans la cuisine, et ils firent le ménage ensemble, Tom ne pouvant s'empêcher de palper et caresser ses énormes muscles à chaque fois qu'il le pouvait. Lucie jouant le jeu et contractant les groupes musculaire que ses mains avides touchaient. Alors qu'ils étaient en train d'essuyer la vaisselle, il demanda nonchalamment.
« Dis, tu... Ça te dirait de laisser tomber cette histoire de colocation et d'emménager complètement avec moi ? »
   Elle failli laisser tomber l'assiette qu'elle essuyait, la posa prestement et prit violemment Tom dans ses bras, le serrant fort, un peu trop fort.
« Bien sûr que j'le veux !! »
« Arrrggggg tu m'écrases !! »

Fin ?

[Ozzyfm]

Super fin, même si, perso, j'aurai aimé qu'elle grossisse encore!

[Elmanouche]

Héhé, je m'en doute. Et quelque part moi aussi.

Mais c'était aussi l'histoire d'une colocation, plus ou moins. Du coup, va que la coloc' est terminée, l'histoire aussi.

En tout cas j'suis content que ça t'ait plût. 

[El_Roy_1999]

L'histoire est extremement bien écrite. Les personnages sont authentiques et c'est érotique et amusant. Merci.

[Elmanouche]

Merci El_Roy, content que ça t'ai plu. Je suis en train de traduire en anglais, je la posterai ici quand j'aurai fini tous les chapitres

[Elmanouche]

Hello!
Here's the translation of my other story "Sérieux?" which was in french.

Good reading!
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Chapter I

   The key turned in the lock and a small click announced the opening. The door creaked open slowly, the stairwell's lamp revealing Tom's skinny silhouette in back light. He groped for the switch with his right hand, turned on the light and slammed the front door. The energy-saving bulb blinked a few seconds before turn on low, leaving the living room in a slight shadow. He felt sluggish and mumbled at the bulb:
"Talk about progress."
   Tom was waiting for it to break to change it. He did not like energy-saving light bulbs, certainly the electricity bill was lower, but they recycled badly, cost a lot, had a shorter life span and the light they gave was poor. His ex was crazy about them. He dropped on his couch after throwing down his backpack. The young man closed his eyes and massaged his temples, trying to release the tension he lived with for six months now. He sighed briefly, straightened his head and looked across the large room, lost in thought.
   The living room was a lovely mess. The dinner table was covered with pizza boxes and kebab packages. The floor had not been cleaned for at least three months, dishes and junk were scattered here and there. His apartment was in a lamentable state, but he didn't care. He preferred drowning his sorrow in on-line video games, pot and alcohol.

   Tom had not always been in this state of depressive gloom, but since his love left him six months earlier, he had completely given up, keeping up appearances by just to go to his network administrator job. He sighed once more, stood up and went in the kitchen to start the coffee machine, cleaning the filter above the crammed sink. He returned to the living room, powered up his PC and rolled a spliff.
   He would spend his evening satisfying his libido and his fantasies: muscular women in all forms, drawings, stories, comics, photos and videos. He frequented web sites such as DTV, FemPower and © Saradas. But he had never attempted to become a bodybuilder, at least he would have had one foot in the door and had more chance to meet athletic women. He didn't have that kind of desire and appreciated this slender body which nature had provided him. At five feet ten inches and weighing barely one hundred twenty seven pounds, Tom was slim, or skinny, with a thin bone structure. He knew that he could not take much mass, having a build for endurance, not mass. His face was nice to look at, thin, high cheekbones and a friendly smile. If he had any motivation to bulk up a bit, he could have been a lady-killer. Now, he was more a shadow of himself, reveling in his loneliness and depression, with a poorly trimmed beard and shaggy brown hair.


   He was on his PC for two hours now, smoking joints while drinking beer, when the intercom rang. Tom didn't budge, continuing his game. Second ring.
"OK, OK, here I am." He grumbled.
   He stood up slowly, went to the entry and picked up the receiver:
"Yeah?"
"Hey Tom! It's Karim, let me in?"
   Karim... It had been a long time since he last saw him. Karim was Tunisian, though not at all Muslim. He drank like a fish and loved pork.
"M'kay..."
   Tom buzzed him in, half-opened his front door and walked over the couch to make some room. Then he went in the kitchen and took two beers. By the time he returned to the lounge, Karim had managed the three floors without elevator and just came in. Tom squeezed his hand, closed the door and handed him a beer.
"Have a sit," began Tom.
   Karim slipped his butt carefully on the couch, wondering if roaches were about to spurt out. He turned to the living room and his friend Tom:
"Hey, you let yourself go ..."
   Tom whispered a "yeah I know ..." and turned the conversation to Karim.
   At the end of the third beer and the second joint, Karim and Tom were in high spirits, remembering the good times and the many drunk evenings they still could recall. Karim had progressed well, his custom travel agency was prospering and his bank account was no more screaming famine. Karim stopped laughing calmly and turned to Tom, looking at him with tenderness, which was surprising:
"You didn't get over it yet, huh?"
   Tom knew what it was about. He sighed with dejection:
"No, not really" – His gaze was now filled with sorrow – "and I don't even want to forget about her."
   He finished his beer, stood up and asked the young man on the couch:
"Another one?"
"Yeah..."
   Karim observed the room waiting for his beer, and seeing Tom coming back, he added:
"You've got to move! Bounce back dude, I'm like seeing you ten years ago, unemployed and all your days playing on-line... Well now you work... But seriously, look..." – He made a sweeping gesture to show the room's chaos. – "We were concerned about you!"
"Yeah, Yeah... Who's that 'we'?", Tom retorted.
"Well, Forelock, Daddy and Bob just for starters. They live far away, since you don't answer your mails, and even before it wasn't that great either ..."
   Tom sneered interrupting him "They sent you?"
"Among other things, yes. You've been playing dead for six months. Listen, we didn't understood why she dumped you, but you should go forward, or get some fresh air. I even thought of offering you a lil' trip. But I may have a better solution for you to 'get over it'."
"Mmmhmm? Just say it and make me laugh."
"What about taking a roommate?"
   Tom burst out laughing and stopped when he saw his friend's face:
"Are you serious...?"
"Hell yes, think about it, it would force you to clean up this mess. And just that should help you feel better. And then you would no longer be alone... also, your flat lends itself well to the thing..."
   Tom kept on watching Karim, dumbfounded, but he took the time for the words to penetrate his foggy alcohol-drenched brain. Taking the joint that Karim handed him, he took a pull and repeated:
"Are you serious...?"
"I could not be more serious. And also we will start by going out of here, it stinks like an old pussy!"
"Huh? No, no, no, I'm not going out... You're crazy."
"Coooome! There's a concert not far, on the docks, at the Jazz Café. It will be nice!"
   Tom looked at the time, it was 9 pm on a Friday night with no plans for the next day. After all, what harm could that do him? At worst it would be a pub-crawl and be done with it.
"OK, I get my jacket."


   It was May, and the weather was mild and nice, it has been warm all day, so this evening was sweet. While Tom and Karim walked the docks, the lapping of the river played its melody. They arrived ten minutes later in front of the Jazz Café. The terrace, advancing to the water's edge, was very crowded and the concert had already begun, the electric sounds of the Jazz/Rock fusion produced by the band invaded the sound space. They were mounted on a small stage at the club's entrance.
   The two partners in crime slipped inside, and by chance found a table not too badly placed, with a view of the stage. They started easily with a beer while continuing the discussion begun at the apartment:
"You really think that a roommate would be a good idea? Seeing how I live..." Tom began.
"Precisely! You shouldn't stay alone. »
"Well, you are too."
"Yes, but I'm on the move, while you, you just hide."
   Tom nodded his head, Karim was a night bird, spending his evenings in bars and other trendy clubs (or not) of the city, ending most of the time in a deplorable state and a lot of drama, usually accompanied by girl troubles. He was rarely home, except for work.

   While they sipped their beers, a young woman was trying to extricate herself from the club, a cigarette in her hand. As she was about leave, her gaze came to rest on Karim.
"Hey! Karim! How's it going?"
   She slammed two kisses on Karim's cheeks, and turned to Tom who did the same politely.
"Good, and you? Lucie, this is Tom, Tom, here's Lucie."
   Tom muttered a "Pleasure" shyly, and she kept on:
"Well, good too, still looking for a cheap roof, and it's difficult... But let's stay outside, I need to smoke."
   They slid off into the crowd and came to the parapet over the river's edge. On the last steps, Tom observed the young woman. She was ravishing, about five feet nine inches, medium-long black hair tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt that showed well the generous curves of her breasts and the tone of her arms. Her skin-tight miniskirt concealed nothing of her firm butt. Tom could not suppress a thrill when his eyes came on her beautiful shapely legs. And when she turned to light her cigarette, her jovial and smiling face erupted in the streetlights' glow. Lucie was a bomb.
"So still no home?" Karim asked.
"Blah nope, and it bores me. And as my job is a little precarious, it's harder, the owners refuse me."
"And have you thought about getting a roommate?"
"A little, but I should be less picky. Either it's too small, either the guy or the girl is nuts..."
"Haha, this is convenient, Tom, here, is seeking one!"
"Hey wait..." Tom began, but was unable to finish.
"Really? How's the apartment?"
   Tom threw a puzzled look at Karim, who smiled devilishly. "He knew" he thought.
"It's a hundred and twenty-five square meters, T4, large living room, two bedrooms, an office, kitchen, a balcony and a terrace of thirty square meters."
"Wow, sounds great, but I guess the rent is not..."
   Tom had not thought about how much he could ask, he therefore said the number which seemed reasonable, especially as he was not doing it for money.
"250."
"What, only? I really need to see that... If possible, may I come next Monday?"
   He was a little taken aback, he had asked for a day off for this Monday, but had not planned to have any visitors at his flat. And thinking about the mess out there... He was about to request a delay when Karim intervened:
"Of course, besides you have asked your Monday off, right?"
"Just you wait..." thought Tom: "Yes, Yes, okay for Monday then, late afternoon."
"Great! Holy cow, I'm looking forward to it." She was finishing her cigarette, smiled at Tom "Thanks anyway, you give him my number, Karim?"
"Okay."
"Well I should go back, my buddies are waiting for me. See ya."
   Tom put his elbows on the parapet, sipping his beer and turned to Karim, who smiled with satisfaction.
"You knew huh? You knew that she was looking for a flat, and that you'd find her here this evening."
"Yep."
"So you made me come to meet her."
"Yep."
   Tom began to laugh, it has been a long time since he had not laughed like that. Karim had many faults, sexist in the soul, he only found a woman beautiful when she was a docile bimbo. He also always took the opposite in a discussion, even if he basically agreed with his interlocutor. What might surprise most people, he even came to defend Hitler during a big drinking night, him, a Tunisian. But when it came to help his friends, he was there and they could count on him. As he did that night with Tom. And while they returned to their seats in the club, Tom wondered how it was going to work.
"Arrrrggggh, fuck! The crazy household waiting for me!"


   Funky smells flocked to his nostrils, as pain vibrated at the back of his skull. Tom half-opened his eyes, looked at the clock, 2:30 pm. He sighed and stood up, almost tripping while walking on some clothes and headed toward the kitchen. While the coffee filtered, he was trying to recall yesterday's evening.
   They had left the concert at about 1 am and went to another club, the Driver, and then it became just foggy in his memories, only at 7 am, it was day, and they were at a seedy club where Karim was trying to nab a bimbo soaked in alcohol. Tom frowned:
"I threw up?" He asked himself by breathing into his hand, he grimaced and pulled out his tongue.
"Yep, I threw up..."
   A trip to the bathroom to freshen up and brush his teeth, then he returned to his coffee. He began to feel better and day-dreamed on his couch when the intercom started buzzing. He picked up the receiver:
"Yeah?"
"It's Karim."
"m'kay."
   Karim seemed good, it must be said that he was used to this kind of parties, and went directly to serve himself coffee. He returned to the living room, all smiles:
"So, in shape?"
"I'm slammed, but it feels good to vent like this."
"Haha, you betcha, still got some energy for the chores?"
Tom stopped smiling and almost choked on the coffee. He had a hacking cough:
"Oh damn... I completely forgot..."
"I knew you would, that's why I came. And to give you a hand too, I 'kidnapped' you a bit yesterday."
   Tom realized at that time how much he had worried his friends, as Karim was not the kind of guy to do anyone's housework, it wasn't as if he cleaned at his own place. Tom stood up and went to shake hands with his pal.
"Great, thank you very much. And... I'm sorry I gave you guys such concern."
"Don't mention it and let's get on the job, there is just a day and a half to put your apartment into a human-looking state."

   They were busted, it had been two days that they scoured, cleaned and scratched non-stop. Karim had almost vomited when he began the washing-up, Tom grew faint as he faced the toilets. But by this nice Monday of May, while taking a well-deserved coffee-break, the flat was bright cleaned, tidy, and comfy.
"You stay for Lucie's visit?"
"Heh, nah, I did my part of the job, don't you think? Sort it out yourself!" retorted Karim with a big smile.
"Haha, right, got it, thank you anyway."
"No more about it. Okay I'm outta here and I need to sleep three days straight now. See ya!"
"Bye, be well."
   Tom washed the mugs and then left for some errands.

   While returning from the supermarket, more loaded than he would have thought, he arrived at his building's door and Lucie was there quietly waiting.
"Oh, Hi Lucie, sorry, I went out to run errands and it took more time than expected."
"No worries, need a hand?"
"Gladly."
   Tom observed her while he opened the door, without meaning to he had given her the heavier bag, but she took it without flinching. She went first in the corridor, she wore slim jeans which seemed tensed and had difficulties containing her thighs. Lucie looked very athletic, but he couldn't tell whether or not she was muscular, in any case, his curiosity was tickled.
   He opened the door of his flat, went into the kitchen and put the bags down.
"This is my 'small' home."
   Lucie let her bag in turn and moved to the living, observing the room.
"Wooaa, it is pretty darn bright!"
   Tom took her for an owner's tour, showing her the toilet, her possible future bedroom. Meanwhile Lucie nodded and was appreciative. And after fifteen minutes they returned in the lounge, a beer in hand.
"So, what do you think?" Tom asked.
"Are you kidding? Where do I sign? Seriously, you only pay € 500 for this apartment?"
"Hmm? No, it's mine."
"Oh... But then, why a roommate?" Lucie seemed puzzled suddenly.
   Tom cleared his throat and seemed embarrassed.
"Let's say I'm having a hard time and uh..." He was grasping for words "I was hiding myself a little, then Karim thought it would be a good way to make me go forward." Tom felt like he was using her and was getting uncomfortable. He was about to add something when he saw that she was smiling at him with sympathy:
"OK, you'll tell me that story one day. On the other hand..." She paused.
"Yes?"
"I refuse to pay 250."
"Oh, is it too much?"
"No!" She said laughing. "Are you nuts? 300."
"Uh... OK. Does it mean you take it?"
"Yeah, your apartment is so nice! You gotta be pretty rich!"
"Haha, yes and no, I got lucky at the lottery. Not the Jackpot, but enough to make me happy." He explained "Do you... Do you have particular rules for a collocation? My last one was with Karim, so it doesn't count. I'm a noob at this level."
"No, not really. Simply have respect for other's privacy I guess." She thought for two seconds and added "and no sex between us."
   She had added it, more to convince herself that anything, because he was quite her taste, maybe a little too thin, but when he landed his tormented and dark eyes on her, she had chills. Tom stood up and held out his hand:
"We have a deal then, you can move in whenever you want."
"We have a deal." She said, taking his hand.
   Tom then went rummaging in his office and returned with a small key chain.
"Here, as I said, you can move in whenever you want. I work all week, so I cannot help you, except on evenings."
"Don't worry, I'll come with the minimum, you already have everything it takes." She looked at her watch. "Oh already 6 pm? I must go, I have my gym session. See you tomorrow!"
   She quickly gave him a goodbye kiss and stormed away, leaving Tom incredulous on his chair.
"The gym...? Really...?"

[Elmanouche]

Chapter II

   It's been two months now that Lucie moved in with Tom, and the collocation unfolded like a charm. They had quickly managed to find a balance between their respective lives. But the biggest changes came from Tom, who felt much better. He was smiling, friendly and wasn't leaving things lying around anymore, at least not for too long. He still spent a lot of time on his computer, but it did not bother Lucie, who was also a gamer.
   Tom still felt febrile in her presence, wondering in what range she was in the 'gym'. He didn't dare to broach the subject, and of course had not talked about his attraction to female bodybuilders. Lucie had not noticed his discomfort, but she was going slowly on training, not wanting to take too much mass in fear of scaring away Tom. She found him very attractive and began to regret the 'no sex between us' rule, even more so now that she saw how he was more 'alive'.
   They were sitting, eating a meal prepared by Lucie, green beans and steamed potatoes with chicken fillet just roasted with a knob of butter for taste. Lucy watched Tom while he ate quietly and couldn't help thinking that he was a little too thin.
"Say Tom. Have you ever thought about bulking up a bit by doing some weight training?"
   Tom choked a bit, wondering where she headed.
"Uh, I thought about it, yes. But I never dared to. You think I'm too thin?"
It was Lucie's turn to hesitate in her response.
"No, but... I thought that you'd maybe feel better..." She swallowed a piece of chicken then kept on "you could come and try with me."
   She was waiting on his reaction, he seemed to have trouble swallowing, and he drank a sip of water. Tom's thoughts ran all out: "I'll see her train? Holy cow..."
"Hum, well, why not... I guess." He mumbled.
"Try one or two sessions, I'll coach you of course. And the gym I train in is small, not much people. Most of them are powerlifters."
"Oh, you don't go where you work?"
   Lucie worked half-time as a coach in a fitness centre.
"No. Too noisy and too crowded. So wanna give it a try?"
   Tom had just finished his plate, he was jubilant.
"Ok, I had rather seen Badminton to get back into sport, but a little muscle may be good." He said with a smile.
"Great, I train on Mondays and Thursdays evening, ok for you? I also run on Tuesdays and Fridays morning." She said."
"Works for me. I won't be able to run however."


   Two days later, a Monday evening, they arrived at the gym. During the journey, Lucie had spoken with enthusiasm about what they were going to do, the people out there, the atmosphere that reigned. Tom was triply glad. Firstly because he was to see Lucie in action, then he was thinking that maybe – at thirty-three years old – he would finally get over the one-hundred and thirty pounds mark. "Better late than never" he though. And Lastly, Lucie seemed very happy to bring him in her universe, the Iron.
   Tom observed the sign and entrance which were easily overlooked. Just a plate with written: "Patrick's Gym – Powerlifting". A glazed creaking door opening on a narrow corridor. As they were advancing, Tom heard sounds of clinging metal and Floyd's 'The Dark Side of the Moon' album in the background. First good news, because he was afraid that it would be the techno/dance out loud which he heard at the fitness centre.
   They walked through a second door and came directly in the gym. Sweat scent wafted and tickled Tom's nose, but it quickly disappeared when he gave a little more attention to the room. There were only three people training, two men and a woman. Tom tried not to pay attention to the woman, but well, it seemed to him that she was rather well-built. When Lucie and Tom entered, the more massive man looked up from his bench press, racked a huge dumbbell and stood quietly to welcome the new comers. While walking he did some stretching, his t-shirt skin tight under the pressure of his muscles. Tom had never seen anyone that huge. He was about six feet three inches and must have weighted some two-hundred and sixty pounds.
"Hey Lucie! Bringing your lil' boyfriend?" Asked the mountain of muscles.
"Huh? Uh no... This is my roommate." She said blushing. "As you can see, he could need some mass."
   The giant kissed hello to Lucie before handing his huge hand to Tom.
"Patrick."
   Tom shook hands and felt it crushed.
"Tom, nice to meet you." He replied trying to make good figure despite his suffering hand.
"So you'd like to 'bulk-up'?"
   He motioned the quotation marks with his fingers by saying bulk-up.
"Actually, it is Lucie's idea and she has praised your club. Though this is something I wanted to do for a long time. I won't be built like you, but a few pounds would do me good. »
The giant chuckled:
"Ha that's for sure, ya don't have tha frame! I guess you're a beginner?"
"Uh Yes."
   Tom knew some moves, having watched so many work-out videos from women bodybuilders, but he didn't dare to note it. Patrick scratched his head a moment, looked at Tom then Lucy, and went back on Tom. To, finally, walk toward a backpack while grumbling an "Ah lala", grabbed a notebook and a pen.
"Right. We are the 21st of July, 2014, yar free month begins now. Then it will be €40 per month. Gym opens from 3 pm to 11 pm, Monday to Saturday. If ya want to come in the mornin' ya must have the key, but the key is not for beginners..."
"I will only come with Lucie anyway..." Intervened Tom.
"That's good! For dressing rooms, they are in the back, left women, right for ya. Tha toilets are inside. And last rule, don't touch tha music, I cover it. Any questions?"
"Sounds good to me!"
"Ok, high five! Lucie, I let ya take care of him, ya know the deal. Good training and welcome Tom Thumb! »
And he resumed his training. Tom watched his wide back leave, turned to Lucie lowering his head, laughing:
"Tom Thumb?"
She giggled: "It fits you well, I think!"
   They went to change. When he emerged from the locker room, Lucy was ready and was stretching her articulations. She was wearing a sport bra under a loose-fitting t-shirt, a cycling shorts perfectly contoured her buttocks. Tom enjoyed the power she exuded and joined her for the warm-up.

   Tom was thrilled, Lucy was incredible. He knew that she was stronger than him, but not by that much. Put it straight, she lifted double what Tom could do, and yet, she could do more but refrained, once again, to not scare him. They went through a strength training for the upper body, simple exercises with few repetitions: five sets of five repetitions, not far from their maximum. They chained exercises like ground press and bench press, a few curls, triceps pushdown, inclined bench press, followed by a series of abdominal crunch and push-ups. Classic.
   An hour later, Tom began to get tired, he felt his upper body was burning a little. But he was happy and he had been able to watch Lucie in action. Seeing her bench pressing one-hundred and thirty pounds was impressive, especially when he imagined being the weight. Or when she curled sixty-six pounds as he was just at thirty himself. She took advantage of this exercise to test Tom. At the end of the last round, she made a double-biceps pose, Tom looked impressed, believing his biceps more than twelve inches and attempting to hide the desire he had to touch them.
"Pretty!" He said.
"Thank you." She had hoped for more, but accepted this comment.
   They ended the session quietly, took their showers and were about to leave when Patrick came out from a door, moving towards them.
"So Tom Thumb? Ya survived?" He asked laughing.
"Yes, and it was very good. Lucie is a good coach."
"Ah, as ya say, and she has a huge potential too..."
Lucie began to blush, and from behind Tom, motioned to Patrick to stop there.
"Good, that's good. See ya Thursday then?" asked the giant.
"See you Thursday, good evening."


   The next day, Tom was quite sore, despite the good after workout stretching. Fortunately his work day was spent at the office, he would have struggled to move to a customer. But the pain went away quickly. The following Thursday they worked on the bottom body part, squats, deadlift, legs extension, legs press, and some calves and glutes work. Tom was not surprised to see Lucie squat two-hundred and twenty pounds, while he was stuck at one-hundred. She had glorious legs. After the squat set, she put her hand on his shoulders, he was catching his breath:
"You know, one-hundred pounds, given your body and being a beginner, is already not bad!"
"Thank you!" Replied Tom. He gladly accepted the compliment, because he knew that there was no miracle. He had to go at his own pace and not try to do too much.

   When they returned from the training, Tom cooked a hearty meal because they were hungry. After dinner, they collapsed on the couch, smoking a joint and tweeting about the training they had earlier. 'The Roaring Silence' by Manfred Mann's Earth Band was on the turntable. Lucie's heart was beating hard, she could not help take furtive glances at Tom. She was dressed lightly, a loose-fitting shirt, no bra and a shorty leaving her powerful legs in highlight. A sexual tension reigned in the room while Tom continued:
"...My legs will be like wood pieces by tomorrow, I fear."
   He stopped, took a smoke on the spliff, and observed Lucie, he saw that there was something odd, but could not feel what. In any case, he tried his best to hide the erection he had, because she was pretty sexy in this outfit which featured her athletic forms, and her generous breasts that pointed under the fabric wasn't helping.
He made a sign of the hand showing he wanted to lend the joint. She nodded while answering:
"If you go over a series of stretching exercises before you go to bed, you should be good."
   She had approached to catch the spliff, her head just a few inches away from his. Lucie's green eyes came to meet Tom's brown and dark ones, who was watching her as hypnotized. She half-opened her luscious lips, wet of desire. Time seemed to stop. And in one quick movement, she planted her lips on his own, exhaling with satisfaction. Tom stood dumbfounded, then let himself be carried away by the kiss. After a few seconds, Lucie opened her eyes, broke contact, and sat down quickly, gasping.
   She blushed, trying to hide her nipples that pointed through her shirt.
"S-sorry..." She mumbled.
"N-no... It's me. I... hum." Tom cleared his throat and licked furtively his lips, trying to feel Lucie's taste.
   She was avoiding his eyes, knowing that if she met it she would jump on him:
"Let's forget it... Nothing happened." She tried to convince herself.
"I... I can't."
   She turned her head slowly, he was looking at her tenderly. She had cracked.
"What do we do then...?"
"I don't know. But I do know that I'm dying to do it again..." He surprisingly said, but at the same time, he was accepting it completely. He knew that he could not force her, being easily two times stronger than him, but she had stumbled and made the first step.
   Lucie stood the look, her green eyes burning with desire, but was caught off guard when he straightened slightly, his head close to hers. Tom laid his lips on hers, who let herself fall in his arms.

   The night had been hot, and with a dumb smile Tom left to work the next day. Dumb, but still grimaces, because the legs soreness were more debilitating than the torso, he had trouble walking and his work colleagues mocked him.
"Hey grand'-pa!! Is it hard this morning? »
   He laughed with them, Tom always knew to be self-deprecating, and acceptance of what he is. He had only two trainings, and yet he already knew that he would keep on. He really wanted to get past the one-hundred and thirty pounds mark on the scale and especially to train with Lucie. He recalled about the night spent with her, her muscles who lived under her light soft skin. It has been powerful, intense, passionate. And in the same way they agreed well in everyday life, the sex flowed in harmony, without words, the dialogue going through their bodies. No dominant or dominated, although Lucie could have taken advantage easily due to her strength, only the mutual pleasure was at the center of that lovemaking.
   And while Tom day-dreamed at work, he wondered what this might give if she gained more muscles.


   This Friday night, they just had finished dinner and Tom, dishes done, went into the living room, he looked at the time.
"Oh, already 8 pm, I should go, Karim is waiting. I'll be back late I think."
   She laughed.
"Yeah I guess. Can I use your computer?"
"Of course." Tom grabbed his keys and approached clumsily toward Lucie not knowing how to tell her goodbye. He wanted to give a simple kiss on her cheeks, but she turned her head and kissed him.
"Good evening" she said, smiling.
"Yes, uh... You too." He blushed brightly, and stormed away.

   Lucie settled before the PC and began to watch her mails. She then began to surf a little about training and nutrition sites when, out of curiosity, she took a glimpse on Tom's sites. It was then that she fell on a favorite's folder called 'Wizzz'.
"Huh, what's inside?"
   The folder contained a whole bunch of links to sites for muscular women admirers, © Saradas, The Muscles of Dee-Kay, Saradas forum, a DA profile, etc. She found even stories he had written. Lucy watched it mouth agape, and couldn't help but explore these sites. There were for all sizes, all tastes. But she found out quickly that what he liked most was the most muscular women possible. It was ranging from reality with Alina Popa, Aleesha Young or Colette Guimond, to fiction with drawings and stories of girls who had outsized muscles.
"Fuck, what am I doin'?!"
   Lucie stopped suddenly, and closed the browser. She was torn between two feelings. First she felt guilty because she had 'violated' a secret garden. On the other hand, she gloated, because she too dreamed of becoming the most muscular and strong possible, she had also joined this powerlifting club for that. In addition, she knew that she was made for this sport. She had a somewhat strong frame and a quick muscle gain. She had begun to lift heavy one month before meeting Tom, and in just three months and two workouts per week, she had made great progress, increasing by half all her best lifts. Patrick, the manager, was just waiting for it, that she trains full time. He felt that she had quite the potential. But she did not dare, because of Tom. But now...
   She remained five long minutes in front of the screen, to finally turn it off, she no longer wanted to play. She rolled a cigarette, grabbed her phone and went on the terrace while dialing a number. After a few seconds a voice replied:
"Yeah?"
"Hi Patrick, this is Lucie."
"Thought so, how's Tom Thumb, can he walk?" He asks in a joke.
"Yes, he's a tough one. He will copy. But I didn't call about that."
"I bet."
"I am ready."
   Patrick answered nothing, silence seemed to indicate that he was gathering the implications of this phrase. He heard Lucie exhale a breath. And after about 20 seconds of silence:
"Ok. When do ya start?"
   Lucy felt in his voice that he was impatient and happy:
"Next week of course."
"Really?"
"Really."

[Elmanouche]

Chapter III


"2... 3... 4..."
   Tom was counting and Lucie began her fifth bench press repetition. The two-hundred and ten pounds weight was shaking and she stabilized on her chest. Her tank top was soaked wet, revealing her pecs. Tom placed himself better, preparing to help her as best he could. Lucie took a deep breath and pushed on the barbell, her arms ballooning under pressure. She grimaced.
"You can do it! Come on!" Breathed Tom.
   Drawing on her reserves, she pushed in a rattle, to finally, in a last effort, hold out her arms, the bar in an unstable equilibrium. She had done it. Tom promptly helped her rack the dumbbell on his rack, and she sat up to take a breath.
   Tom was dumbfounded, and watched the now solid back of Lucie which stood out at each of her inspirations. The progress she had made in a month was impressive, she exploded her records at every workout with Tom. She stood up to stretch, positioning herself before him, she played with her chest's muscles. He saw slight striations appear in the place where the pectorals meet. 'She starts to be really muscular.' he thought.
   He laid his hands on it to feel the muscles dance under her skin. She smiled and gave him a peck.
"That was intense!" he said, adding "If you keep on like this, I won't be able to help you much later..."
"Awww... Don't say that, you help me more than you think. You motivate me." She gave him a kiss before adding "Your turn, how much was it? Eighty-four?"
"Let's try, if I struggle, drop it down to seventy-five pounds like last time."
   They prepared the bar, then Tom took a bit of chalk in his hands, rubbing them before sitting on the bench. He laid, placed his hands on the steel bar and looked up at Lucy who smiled, standing ready. His gaze turned towards her breasts.
"Hmm, I love this view." He said.
"Tsst! Focus on the bar!" She retorted seriously.
"Oops, right."
   He fixed his gaze on his hands, adjusted their positions several times, then nudged it with his shoulders out of the rack. And he began the exercise, which he made without too much trouble. Lucie just helping for the last rehearsal. He was pleased with him.

   They continued training and took their showers. Tom got out first and saw Patrick changing music, the first notes of the Velvet's 'Sunday Morning' sounded as he approached:
"Hi Patrick!"
"Hey Tom Thumb!" He said laughing, crushing Tom's hand in his.
"So! How's it going?"
"Pretty well, I'm thickening." Said Tom giggling "However Lucie explodes everything, it's crazy."
"Yeah, since she trains five times a week, she must be..."
"She does? Five times? Didn't know."
"Yeah, it's been a month now. The week after your registration. She didn't told ya?" He added, while moving his head to the music's rhythm.
"No. But I understand better now."
"Hah, don't ya worry anyway, even staying with two sessions a week, ya couldn't have caught up with her. She's made for this sport. That girl blinks her eyes it muscles her eyelids, it's amazing."
   Tom listened to Patrick speak when Lucie came out of the locker room. He observed her carefully while she stepped toward them. She exuded a feeling of impressive power, her trapeze and lats had developed to be clearly visible. He could see her biceps, appearing even relaxed. He quietly adjusted his pants to hide an erection which was sprouting, and stood up.

   They walked peacefully back to the apartment. By this August's end, the summer was beautiful and this evening very pleasant. They progressed in silence, holding hands. Tom seemed lost in thoughts.
"Something bothering you?" asked Lucie.
   Tom did not answered right away, as they arrived before the building. He opened the door:
"No, no... Well, it's silly huh? It's just... I didn't know you were training five times a week..."
"Ah... Yes... I..." Began, but Tom added:
"Not that it annoys me! I mean, you do what you want. It's just that I found crazy how fast you're gaining on strength and I was talking about it to Patrick, so..."
   Tom blushed as they entered the apartment and dropped the bags. Lucie turned suddenly and kissed him hungrily, dropping on the couch. She sat astride Tom's legs, cladding his arms against the seat. He looked at her, surprised, his crotch against hers.
"So... Are you embarrassed that I gain muscles?" She asked, feeling his penis grow.
   She even began a slight movement of her hips. He felt her powerful thighs on both side of his pelvis, while Lucie had her torso on him, giving him kisses on the face.
"No, on the contrary..." He answered in a puzzled voice, then added almost whispering. "You know, you're even a dream becoming reality."
   She stopped, picked herself up and sat further on the couch, hindered. Tom sat up and looked at her surprised.
"What... Did I said something wrong?" He asked surprised.
"No... It's me I... Should confess something."
   While she placed herself better, her muscles danced under her skin.
"You remember when you went to your party with Karim a month ago?"
"Yes, it's been one hell of a night too." He said smiling, but worried.
"You had let me use your computer so I could play and..." She swallowed "Well... I didn't. I surfed a bit then I stumbled across your internet Favorites and..."
"And?" He did not see what she meant.
"Wizzz."
"Ah." There he saw.
"I am sorry. I started to explore the folder... Curiosity is a nasty flaw, I know."
   Tom was so embarrassed that he said nothing, she continued.
"You... You really love very muscular women." She said, Tom just stayed silent. "And, that fall well. This is what I want to become..." She left the sentence pending, hoping a reaction.
"Is it true?" He said weakly.
   She nodded and moved back against him, putting her head on his shoulder.
"I'd like to become as muscular as the girl you describe in your 'Really?' story which strangely, resembles ours."
"You read it?" He said feverishly.
"Yes, I love it! When did you wrote it?"
"Uh... Shortly after you moved in."
"This is what decided me to train more." She snuggled slightly more against him "I apologies for fumbling, I shouldn't have."
"It's all right, you are all pardoned. I mean, you're trying to make my fantasy come true, how could I blame you?" He squeezed her in his arms, palpating her arms on the way.
"And I admit that being your fantasy excites me to the highest point." She said by flexing her biceps frankly, Tom placed with envy his hand on it, feeling the muscle fibers' hardness dancing under his fingers.


   Two months later, Lucie was in the bathroom wanting to put on the shirt she wore when she and Tom had sex for the first time. She managed to squeeze in, but with difficulty. Her arms were compressed by the sleeves, the only parts not molded were elbows and wrists. She had not closed the top buttons. She checked herself in the mirror.
"I took some mass."
   She wanted to contract her biceps, then had an idea. She tried to relax her torso and close those buttons. She managed somehow, the shirt stretched to the extreme.
"Tom!" She called.
   She heard him running in the apartment and opening the bathroom door.
"What is it... Wooaa."
   He stood there, mouth open, the door handle still in his hand. Lucie smiled, the shirt molding like a second skin.
"It is... This is the shirt you wore the night when..."
"Yes. It's time that I work on a new wardrobe, but first..."
   She launched a seductive glance, raised her arms horizontally, a first button flew from the pressure, Tom narrowly avoiding it. And she folded her arms, flexing her muscles. Tearing and popping sounds were heard, the fabric yielding under the force of her biceps. He stepped closer, wanting to touch.
"Wait, two seconds." She said.
   Lucy closed her eyes and in an explosive movement contracted her torso in a most muscular pose. The shirt flew apart. Tom was in a trance, his dick at attention in his pants. Lucie tore and removed the last shreds of tissue, revealing her muscular, naked glorious chest. She looked up and smiled at Tom who was closer.
"It's a shame, I liked that shirt." He said caressing her skin.
   She giggled gently and put her arm around her admirer's waistline.
"You know, I think that a small measurements session would be welcome." She announced, and she saw Tom's smile from ear to ear, who replied in a serious tone:
"Ooh... Two seconds..."
   He fumbled in his back pocket and took out a measuring tape. Lucie burst out laughing.
"What! Really? Have you got one on you all the time?" She asked.
"Bah, I was hoping that you ask for it one day!"
"You're really hooked, huh?"
"Yes." He said with aplomb. "And always ready."
"I can see that..." She said in a breath placing her hand on the bump forming in his crotch.
"Right, scale! Women's terror." She marked a pause before adding. "But not for me."
   She stood on the balance and waited for the numbers to stabilize. Tom looked incredulous at the digits that displayed.
"Is it calibrated?" She asked immediately.
"Yes... You weight one-hundred ninety-three pounds."
"Holy shit... I knew that I had gained weight but I never imagined that it would be that much... Your turn!"
"Oh... OK. But how much was it before?"
"I stepped on it when I moved in five months ago, one fifty if I recall."
"Holy cow, you've gained forty-three pounds?!" He said while undressing.
   He stood close to Lucie and he couldn't help but comparing. He seemed small, though he was a good inch taller than her. But the significant difference between them two, was the muscle's definition. Tom is thin, even before bodybuilding he didn't have much fat. His muscles are naturally apparent, protruding pecs, abs visible. Lucie, on the contrary, was just massive, powerful. Her muscles needed some pumping before its definition appears, a kind of off season, but without excess fat, just what is needed to keep her feminine curves. She had thick trapezoids, lats that flared out, round and wide shoulders and huge thighs.
   He climbed on the scales, one-hundred and thirty-eight pounds.
"Hmmm... Nice." She said licking her lips.
"Yeah, I'm happy! I made my goal. What do you wanna measure then?"
"Arms."
   Lucy was already warming the biceps, alternately contracting her arms. Then focusing on right arm, repeated several flexes until it reached a nice peak, the size of a large orange, which she maintained.
"Ok go ahead."
   Tom wrapped the tape around her biceps, giving it a kiss while doing so.
"Seventeen inches." He said calmly, in appearance only, as he was boiling inside.
   She emitted a content rattle and began to work on her thighs, shaking the massive muscle mass and flexing them powerfully. When she hold the flex, he hastened to circle the huge trunk with his tape and measured.
"Tw-Twenty-nine!" He stammered.
"I so love to work them..." She purred.
"No wonder you squat four-hundred forty pounds..."
   Lucie then moved on with a series calves raise, which detonated into two massive globes of heart shape.
"Seventeen and a half inches..."
"Hmmm, hold on."
   She stepped on one foot and raised herself with this calf, putting all the pressure she could on it. Tom had kept the tape and was waiting for her to stop moving.
"Eighteen and a half..." He announced with excitement.
   He picked himself up and his brown eyes were drowned in the green ocean of Lucie's eyes, who appeared to be in a trance. She stuck her breasts against his chest, then her lips against his and finally her massive arms wrapping around Tom's weaker shoulders, kissing him passionately, her arms tightening as pistons.
"Ah... I... Can't... Breathe..." He gurgled.
   The pressure eased a few and he was able to gasp some air. She placed her luscious lips against his, squatted slightly by placing a hand behind his knees. She got up, grabbed him by the legs and swinging her other arm towards the rear of his narrow shoulders. Without apparent effort, she carried it like a baby in his bedroom.


   The next day, Lucy was in the city downtown. The crowded pedestrian streets oppressed her a little, but it was necessary that she gets some new clothes. She wore the last that still fit, a pair of jeans supposed to be loose hiding nothing of her powerful thighs which deployed in waves of muscles to each of her steps, a too large t-shirt with over a hooded sweatshirt, feminine cut, which sleeves missed place for her massive arms. She came out of the large street to slip in an alley. She smelled mockery in the eyes of some people and she was getting uncomfortable. The sign 'Mortadem' appeared on her right, she had arrived.
   The shop had a dark atmosphere, which for a Gothic store seemed adequate, and it gave the wide room a feel of closeness. Lucie knew this store since her 'Goth' period, it proposed some nice clothes, but mostly they sized large. The petite vendor was at the image of the store, black hair, black dress and black mascara. Of small stature, it became even more obvious when Lucie came into the shop, she was a good head taller and two times wider. The seller felt slightly intimidated, but gently approached her impressive client who watched the alignments of clothing.
"Hello Miss, may I help you?" She asked in a monotonous tone.
"Ah." Gasped Lucie. "Er, Yes, if you please. I have... Took a bit of weight...? And in my memories there were large sizes here, so..." She said embarrassed.
"I see, follow me."
   They went to some stall and Lucie scratched her chin observing and looking for something interesting, which contracted her biceps, the sleeve of her sweat tensing slightly. The saleswoman opened her eyes wide and couldn't help but lay a finger on the bump, touching on several occasions, intrigued. Lucie observed amused the attitude of the young woman, who then realized and blushed heavily, finally giving her pale face some colors.
"S-sorry. I... It is..."
"...The first time you see a woman like me." Completed Lucie gently.
"Yes."
   The shop's entrance rang softly announcing the arrival of new clients. The young saleswoman recovered her spirits.
"I... Let you watch? Fitting rooms are at the behind on the right, I come back to you quickly."
   She went away to welcome the visitors. It was two men, one already in House's black, the other one with a big shot face. The young saleswoman took care of them quietly, while Lucie went to try a first draft of clothes. When she got out, the saleswoman was waiting for her. Lucie had begun with a purple t-shirt with short sleeves and a black baggy pants. The young woman was devouring her with her eyes.
"It fits you well." She said.
"Too well, I should take a size larger..." She began to answer when the sinister man was heard, discussing with his buddy.
"Fucking check this out! She should stop hormones... She looks like a dude!"
   Lucie was unreactive, continuing to take a look at herself in the mirror.
"Hmmm, I'll try one size bigger." She said to the saleswoman.
   His colleague whispered something that the girls could not hear and the big man began to laugh.
"Ha! You're so right!" He said moving towards the cash register.
   The young saleswoman went for their payment. When she returned to Lucie, she appeared from the cabin with the same larger t-shirt.
"Sorry about that" She said on arrival. "Oh. But it's far too big!"
"You don't have to apologies for people's stupidity. And Yes, I... Intend to fill it." Answered Lucy blushing.
"Fill it with...?" Said the girl pointing her biceps.
"Yep!"
   She flexed her right arm, unveiling the seventeen inches of muscle forming a big ball like an orange.

   Tom was on his computer playing when she came back from shopping. He stood up.
"I thought you'd take more." He noted.
"I do not have an infinite bank account you know. And I intend to continue to grow, so..."
   He nodded and took her in his arms.
   After the meal, Tom was playing on his computer and Lucy was on the couch, smoking a joint and watching some crap on TV. He stopped two second and observed her, she did not appear in her normal state.
"Anything wrong Lucie?"
"Hmm? No, no..." She skipped.
   He arose and came to stand next to her, taking the joint on the way.
"Tell me." He insisted.
"Okaay. I think I'll lose my job..."
"Huh? Why's that?"
"Bah, I become too muscular apparently to be a fitness coach..."
"Your boss clearly stated so?"
"Not really... But some customers have remarked... So if it gets up to his ears." She pauses. "That and then unpleasant remarks that I heard this afternoon during my shopping, got me, well, a little... demoralized."
   Tom watched her tenderly, and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"I see... I'm sorry." He said.
"'Bout what?"
"Well, it certainly is what you wanted, but I'm the one who ramped-up your need. And to see that you suffer... I feel a little guilty."
"Don't worry. I take care of idiots. For work, I may already have another one. After all, I have my physical trainer degree."
   She snuggled against him, resting her massive leg on his knees.
"Are you reassured?" She asked.
"Yes, and I was a little worried I admit. Does it mean you'll calm down on the trainings?"
"Certainly not! I took clothes two sizes too large and I intend to fill them more than possible!" Retorted Lucie by flexing her leg under Tom's fingers.
"Anyway, I'm flattered that... You worried about me..."
"Don't mention it, you are my roommate and I care about you..." He said blushing.
"You know... I think I'm falling for you..." She said, burying even more against him.
   He answered nothing, but kissed her lengthily while thinking "I'm the luckiest man on earth. Really."

[Elmanouche]

Chapter IV


   On this early 2015, Tom was morose. End of year holidays went well, they had celebrated it apart, in their respective families. But Tom had to leave in a week for a three months mission to Brazil. Normally he should be happy – and obviously he was a little – as his team had fought for more than a year to win this core network project for Rio de Janeiro and Sao Paolo.
   He was sent there as a project manager, to lead and follow entire infrastructure's implementation. For some, this would be the consecration of a career. Tom just didn't want to go, he felt something arise between Lucie and him. He had a feeling he should not leave.
   After having heard the news, he was getting a ride to chill-out. It was cold on this 28th of January, a little wind and a drizzle that pierced through skin. But he was not cold, lost in his thoughts as he was. While crossing under a large gate – vestiges of city's old fortifications – he saw a small pub with a covered terrace. Weather wasn't up for it, but he didn't care.
   So he settled on the terrace, and the waiter who came to serve might have cursed him for remaining outside. Tom commanded a pint and rolled a cigarette.

"Hello Tom."
   He froze, he had recognized her voice at the very first syllable. This was Marie, his ex.
"Marie... Hello." He gathered his spirits and added. "Do you have five minutes for a drink with me?"
   Tom wondered why he had offered that. She nodded and sat down in front of him, who observed her impassively. She was still that beautiful. Auburn curly hair that descended in cascades over her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, which could be as deep and cold as the deepest ocean or as clear and warm as a summer sky. Medium-sized, from the top of her 5'5", she had a perfect body according to 'standard', generous hips, wasp waist and voluptuous chest. Added to her thin and delicate face, her full and luscious lips, when she entered somewhere heads were turning.
   Hence why the waiter came shortly to take order, a hot chocolate.
"You're cold?" Asked Tom. "We can go inside if you want..."
"No that's good, gonna smoke."
"You too haven't stopped."
"Nope."
   Chocolate arrived, she stirred her spoon for a few moment.
"You have a terrible look." She said.
"Hah, thank you. You are always beautiful." He sipped his beer, and felt he should explain. "Let's say that, I have felt better. And you showing up out of the blue... Doesn't make it any better."
"Thank you. And... I know... I wanted to phone you." She bowed her head in her cup. "I've been wanting to phone you for ages."
"Your mother did. Several times. And I phoned her, your sisters as well. Congratulations on your second niece." Said Tom, scathing.
"Yes, I know. She just told me that you had a roommate and it was going well..." She let her sentence unfinished. He waited. "Listen, I... I would like to tell you why I left, even though now I'm not proud of it."
"Oh... I think I know. We weren't sexually active anymore, you wondered if it came from my liking for 'muscular women'. Since you still had needs, you found yourself a gigolo who promised you the Moon. You believed him, dropping the man that you've been loving for eight years. And of course, he dumped you after three months."
   She remained prostrate, her bottom lip shaking slightly. He continued.
"While... I would have done everything to ensure that it works between us. Everything. You knew this. And this is not my love for muscular women who 'blocked' me, look at you, you're stunning! No... What went wrong is we weren't in phase, when I wanted sex, you weren't in the mood and vice versa. Then it spread to daily life too. So I locked myself in my games, because I didn't want to see, I was running away." His voice became a whisper. "And you left..."
   She had tears in her eyes, Tom saw this and felt torn.
"This... Is it my mother who..." He shook his head in deny. "But yes, I went for a 'gigolo'. It lasted four months. I wanted to come back but... Don't know. I thought you'd be angry, or wouldn't want me anymore..."
"I was in a depressive hell at that time, I was expecting that one thing, that you come back! I spent my evenings to play on the computer hoping to hear your knock at the door. And now you tell me that..." He had difficulty speaking, disgusted.
"Two sec..." He stood up, went in the square's center and shouted with all his strength.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
   Few bystanders looked at Tom, surprised, and he returned to his chair.
"Right, feeling better!" He said while sipping his beer.
   Marie stood in turn, eyes still full of tears and yelled, as loud as she could.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
   Tom looked at her with a smile while she sat back to her place.
"You're right." She said. "It does feel good."
"And to say things too."
"Yes, and I... Ask for forgiveness. Even if I imagine that it's too late now but... Perhaps... Could we... Be friends again?"
"Hmmm, we can try. But give me some time, ok? Anyway I'll take the time, I'm leaving for three months to Brazil."
"Really? The project you worked on?"
"Yes." He said a jaded tone.
   They had talked, had dropped their guts, evacuated their bile and spoke as friends. Tom felt better, a little.
"Hmm, you don't seem pleased."
"It is... Complicated. Let's say, with my roommate, Lucie, we broke the only rule we had established. And..."
"I see. The 'no sex between us' rule, right?" She cut.
"Heh, Yes. And it was going pretty well..." He stopped two seconds. "It makes me feel weird talking about that with you." He added in a giggle.
"It's ok, don't tell me. It makes me weird too. And I imagine that it bitches you off to leave not knowing if it's serious between you two." She said, Tom felt like a pinch in her voice.
"You got it..."
"And I see that you have put me behind you."
"I just did. For more than a year I wore this weight and you just released it. But know one thing. I'll never forget those eight years spent with you and I'll never forget you. Without you, I wouldn't have this great job or wouldn't be the man I am today. It's just that our roads took a different direction. »
   Marie smiled shyly, her eyes filled with tears again. She withered them away with a flick of her hand.
"When are you leaving?" She asked.
"2nd of February. I have my plane at 7:30am. So, how goes your work? »
"Oh, smoothly, smoothly..."
   They kept on talking about nothing and everything. Tom felt comfortable, laughing and joking. Mary laughed of his jokes and seemed relaxed. He looked at the time after a while.
"Marie, I should be going."
"Yes, me too. I had to stay five minutes if I recall." She said laughing.
"We... Phone? Really."
   She nodded and both stood up. They went to kiss goodbye but... Strangely cheek slid off, and lips met. He opened his eyes wide, she kept hers closed. The kiss lasted about ten seconds before he backed off gently.
"No... I... Let's stop here. Take care of yourself, ok?" He said.
"Yes, yes, you too... See you soon I hope, Tom."
   Someone had observed the scene and went away in a hurry step, tightening a sport bag against a massive shoulder.


   When Tom returned home, the apartment was in the dark. He lit the light, mumbled once again against the low consumption bulb. He saw a small note on the table, it was Lucie.
"I spend the evening with a girlfriend. Kisses." It said.
   He powered on his computer, rolled a joint and thought back about his meeting with Marie. It went better than he could have imagined and even at one point he felt this complicity they had before. He had no regrets and thought that Marie and him could really become friends again, simply and with time. Certainly she could have returned, but then he would not have met Lucie. Finally, this mission in Brazil could prove to be useful, giving him time to sort things out.

   The next day, he woke up late, because he had trailed until 3am before going to sleep. He launched the coffee maker, took a shower and sat to his PC, looking at his emails from work sipping his coffee, then launching a game. After a while, he stood up and started doing some housekeeping. Then, having almost finished, he looked at the time: 3pm.
"Ok, I should wake her up."
   He went to Lucie's door, knocked gently and opened it. The flaps of her bedroom were not closed, a white shade lit up the room. She was not there.
"Ah ok." He said.
   He spent his day smoothly, not worrying much. But then it was evening again, she still had not returned. He took his phone and tried to call her. He heard tones, it rang several times and came to the answering machine. He did not bothered with a message.

   It was now more than two days that Tom had not seen Lucie and he was now worrying. During the day, he tried several times to call her on her cell phone, falling each time on the answering machine. In mid-afternoon of this 30th of January, he phoned Patrick.
"Yeah?" Answered a big voice.
"Hi Patrick, this is Tom."
"Ah, Tom Thumb, how's going?"
"Not too bad, except that I haven't seen Lucie for 2 days and it starts to worry me... Did she came to train?"
"Yup, two days ago. But not yesterday nor today. She was to try eight-hundred and eighty pounds squat..." He said disappointed.
"Ok... Could you keep me in touch if you see her?"
"Yeah, lil' guy, it's a supa babe, it would be a shame to lose her." Said Patrick hanging up.
   Tom looked at his cell phone.
"Supa babe huh? I know it too well..." He said to himself.

   On this 31st of January Tom was livid, he had not slept for the night, wondering if it was a test from Lucie, or had he did/said something wrong. He could not see, did not understand. He knew some Lucie's friends, but didn't have their numbers, same for her family. While he drank another coffee, his thoughts ran out in all directions. Usually, he grasped well enough the why and how, as he had guessed pretty quickly why Marie had left him and what had happened.
   He froze.
"Marie." He said out loud. And he continued to think aloud.
"Patrick has told me that she left the club on 28th... And the bar where I saw Marie is on the way back..."
   He walked in circle in the living room.
"I have... She kissed me... Could it be she saw us on her way back..? It's too big of a coincidence... And yet I can only figure that."
   He dropped in his chair, took his cellular and phoned Karim.
"Yep" He answered.
"This is Tom."
"I know."
"Yeah, uh, have you seen Lucie by any chance?"
"Nope, what's happened?"
   Tom told him the story with Marie.
"That's what I call bad luck. OK, do you want me to try calling her? She will perhaps answer me."
"If you please..."
"Ok, I'll tell you how goes."
   He hung up, feeling barely relieved and began to wait.

   He had hoped Karim to phone back quickly, but no. It had been nearly three hours that he was circling in his living room, combining coffee and smoking to calm down. He began bundling his affairs for travel, as an outlet to his anxiety. And, not being able to withstand, he tried to phone her again, but fell directly on the answering machine.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He shouted with all his strength while dropping on the couch.
   He did not heard or saw the front door open.
"I'm blowing a fuse... I..." He stopped, realizing something. "I love her...!"
   Lucie shut the door silently, threw her bag near the table and rushed toward the couch. Tom barely had time to turn his head to check that she was on him, her two-hundred and fifty pounds of muscles just a few inches away. She moved on her knees and kissed him powerfully, lengthily. When she straightened, he looked at her incredulously. She noted his pale complexion and red eyes from fatigue.
"I love you too Tom... And... I'm sorry I have worried you."
   He prepared to retort, but she put a finger over his mouth for silence.
"Lemme finish. I know deep in my heart I love you for a long time already. But I didn't want to hurry things, because you probably needed more time than me. And at reason. I lost it when I saw you the other night..." She paused a bit, stroking Tom's cheek. "Then Karim told me what happened and..."
   It was Tom's turn to place his index on Lucie's lips.
"You know, I think I had to see Marie. So yes, I kissed her. But for me, it was the farewell kiss, which sealed our story's end. Your absence made me realize that I wanted you more than I imagined... I love you." he said while rising up and kissing her tenderly.
"Now... I just feel frustrated, because I'm leaving in two days to Brazil." He added a sad tone.
"I know, and I'll be waiting for you..."
   Relieved and reassured, tensions vanished from Tom's body and tiredness caught up, he fell asleep without even hearing the rest of what Lucie said, his face calm and serene. She looked at him tenderly and carried him effortlessly in his bedroom. He slept all afternoon and night until the following day.

[...]

[Elmanouche]

[...continuation Chapter IV...]


   Tom awoke in panic, he was leaving tomorrow morning, and he still had plenty of affairs to check and prepare. He also had some errands to run, but all shops are closed on Sundays. Lucy helped him as best she could.
His bags were ready, he had everything. He lacked some trifles, but he thought that he could buy them on the spot. After all, he was to go in Brazil, not in Antarctica. He slumped on the sofa, smoking a joint. Lucie came to snuggle against him.
"Say Tom, how about a training/measure session? I have the keys." She asked.
"Oh. Very good idea, it will give me some memories." He replied, smiling.
   They set off. Arriving at the club, they were surprised to see the front door opened. They got through the hallway and entered the room. Patrick was working his abs on a carpet. When he saw them arrive, he stopped and went to meet them.
"Hey Tom, I see tha' ya've found Lucie!"
They were hand tight, which did not went unnoticed to Patrick.
"Yes, it's been two pretty crazy days indeed."
"Hah, ya' betcha'. Wha' are yall doin' here on Sunday?"
"We thought about a last training before Tom goes to Brazil." Lucie said. "A ' three for max'" She added.
"Oooh."
"And what about you?" Asked Tom.
"Heh, me and my wife had a row, as always, so I came to blow off some steam. Can I join in your 'three for max'?"
"Of course!" Said Tom.

   The 'three for Max' was a little contest they had at the club. It consisted of three sets of three repetitions on four different exercises, in order: bench press, squat, curl barbell and deadlift. The best series for each exercise is taken into account to declare the winner. Therefore, this was a good way to measure progress as well as a full workout.
   They came out of the locker room at the same time, and Tom was speechless before Lucie's mass. She wore just a mini tank top stopping below her chest and revealing her abdominals, as well as simple cycling shorts, molding perfectly her buttocks' globes. She was massive and powerful, her trapezes raising high on her bull neck, shoulders wide and bulky. Paying no particular attention to nutrition, Lucie was not dry, wearing a nice pair of breasts resting on her pectorals of steel. Her arms formed a slight angle with her torso due to her huge lats. Tom's look came down to her legs. Her thighs were monumental, like tree trunks, while her calves exploded into two big hearts the size of a handball to each of her step. He was in a trance as he watched her warming-up, her muscles pulsing in all directions.
   Patrick arrived with a scale in his hand. He was smiling, obviously very happy doing this little contest.
"Ok, to give Tom a small chance, we'll do a force quotient = lift by body weight. So get on dat scale!" He said laughing.
"It seems fair. But it's not going to benefit you." Grinned Lucie.
"Blah, who cares, I at least hope to do equal game with you in pure strength, which I doubt given what you lifted on last training." He said getting on the scale. "Two hundred and eighty-two pounds." He announced.
   Lucie got on after.
"And me two-hundred and fifty. Tom?" She said smiling.
"Yep." He said while stepping on, impressed by Lucie's poundage of muscles. "One-hundred forty-three pounds."
"That's it!? You've gained five poor pounds since last time?"
"Yes... I know. But I don't eat as much as you do. And I feel good like this, I don't want more." Tom calmly said.
"All right, let's get to tha' bench kids!" Announced Patrick, bouncy.

   They warmed-up a bit, each doing a different exercise. And then found themselves around the bench.
"Lady's first." Said Tom, bowing before her.
"Ok! Watch-out. Put me five-hundred seventy-five."
   Boys obeyed, while Lucie got ready, putting chalk on her hands and warming her shoulders. She laid on the bench, grabbed the bar and began her series. She had a little trouble to finish but managed her three reps. While standing up, she was not satisfied.
"Hmmm, maybe I should have started with a lighter bar for a warming weight."
"Impressive all the same." Said Patrick, positioning himself on the bench. "Five-hundred eighteen for me, please."
   He did his three reps quickly and got up happy with him.
"Not bad for a big guy, huh?" He said laughing. "So, how much for you Tom? One thirty?"
   Lucie had a wry smile, she knew that he could do more. Tom was preparing quietly.
"Two-hundred and sixty-five pounds. 'Big guy'." Smirked Tom, who did his series easily.
"Wooa, I should have monitored ya'r workouts a little more."
"I don't have much muscles, but I worked on my strength." Replied Tom, glad of himself.
"I see tha'!" Said an impressed Patrick.
   They moved on with the second series. Lucie lifted five-hundred and ninety-five pounds, Patrick five-hundred and fifty struggling a little and Tom two-hundred and eighty-five pounds with difficulty. For the third series, Lucie did six-hundred and fifteen, Patrick and Tom were stunned before her brute-force's demonstration. She gave them a pretty 'Most Muscular' pose when standing up from the bench, Tom drooled. Patrick managed a nice five-hundred and seventy pounds, while Tom succeed with two-hundred and ninety-eight. He was proud of it.
"Right!" Recapped Patrick "Lucie wins this round with a nice ratio of 2.46. Tom is second with 2.07 and I last with 2.03."
"That was tight between us, Patrick."
"I admit, ya've surprised me there. I can't call ya Tom 'Thumb' anymore. I believe that we won't be able to stand against Lucie though." He said in laughing. "Righ'! Squats!"

   They agreed previous round's loser begin the following one, therefore it was Patrick to step in first, asking for six-hundred eighty-five pounds which he lifted without trouble. Tom then got in with three-hundred seventy-five pounds, maybe he was not warm enough, because he struggled a bit to finish his third rep. Lucie was relaxing her thighs while they were preparing her eight-hundred forty barbell, Tom observed those swelling and pulsing legs during her preparation. She stood under the weight and made smoothly her three repetitions, her muscles growing to mind-blowing proportions.
   The second series went smoothly, Patrick pushing seven-hundred and forty, three-hundred and ninety-five for Tom who still struggled a bit and Lucie finished by lifting eight-hundred and seventy pounds.
For the third series, Patrick blocked at seven-hundred and ten pounds, the last lift taking him a good minute to accomplish.
"Pow pow pow..." He said standing up, trying to relax his legs after that effort. "I thought I'd never do it..."
   Tom took his turn, with a barbell at four-hundred and five pounds, and to the surprise of everyone, him included, lifted the barbell more easily than the previous series.
"What the... I should have asked for four-hundred twenty!" He said, scratching his head. He felt himself pulled by massive arms, Lucie squeezing him.
"Mmmm, Mr is stronger that he thinks... And I like that..." She whispered in his ear. "Nine-hundred and five for me kids."
   Patrick and Tom worked on it and Lucie slipped under the weight, gauging the mass with her shoulders. She stepped forward a bit and did her first lift. While rising up Tom noted her wicked smile. For the second, she emitted a small moan, she was struggling. She went down for the third, and remained there as if stuck. Then, slowly but surely the bar went up, effort deforming her lovely face.
"GnnnnnnRRRRgggGrrrrr!" She growled, the nine-hundred and five pounds' dumbbell arriving at destination. And she maintained the bar on her shoulders. "Measure them!" She asked in a rattle.
   Tom understood instantly and rushed in the locker room to take his tape, he heard Lucie growl. "Hurry up!" He came back ten seconds later and placed his meter around one of her massive thighs. It was like touching steel and his fingers only denting her skin. Quadriceps were clearly visible and bulging. He was mesmerized by this vision when he announced the size.
"Thirty-four inches..."
   Lucie stepped back to rack the weight and took a little walk to relax her muscles, thighs flexing and bulging at every steps, pulsating and swelling by waves.
"Ya're becoming superhuman Lucie... It's crazy..." Said Patrick still amazed by what she had done. He took a few seconds to count the results.
«Ok, once again Lucie wins with a ratio of 3.62, Tom second at 2.84 and I'm good last with 2.73. This is not my day. Hey, I'm talking!"
   Lucie wasn't listening results, she was doing extensions with her calves and Tom measured.
"Wow... Twenty-one inches and a quarter... You are huge!" He said.
"And I like that so much."

   They moved on with the curl. Tom is not a 'big guns', he knew that there would be trouble. But he managed honors with one-hundred and eighty-five pounds for his last series. Patrick lifted a nice four-hundred and twenty and Lucie went off the charts with four-hundred forty pounds.
"We weren't doubting it, but Lucie wins again with 1.76, I am second, at last, with 1.48 and Tom is closing with 1.30.  Biceps aren't your thing." Announced Patrick.
"Nope, I can't be good everywhere!" He said laughing and flexing his arm to show his twelve and half inches biceps.
   Patrick came standing beside him and flexed in turn, revealing his twenty-two inches guns, and Lucie joined them with her twenty inches and a half, certainly smaller than Patrick but they appeared significantly denser and harder. Tom was drooling.
"No, no, you're out of our league Lucie! Compares only those who have a human strength!" Joked Patrick.
"Rhooo... Losers!" She said faking pouting.
   They laughed and went to the deadlift.

"Right, fed up to be last." Lucy said in preparing her barbell.
   And she added disks, and again, and again. The two boys were watching, jaw dropping. When she was done, there were one thousand and eighty pounds of hard iron. And she did her three repetitions without flinching. Patrick lifted nine-hundred pounds and Tom, who was starting to be tired after an hour and a half workout, managed to do four-hundred forty.
   The two men found themselves again mouth agape when Lucie prepared her dumbbell to one-thousand one-hundred pounds and lifted her three reps easy.
"Half a ton..." Muttered Tom.
"One day I'll lift a ton!" She said in a serious tone.
   Patrick on his turn lifted his nine-hundred and fifty-eight pounds fairly easily. Tom struggled at four-hundred sixty-two pounds, the last rep barely validated. Lucie followed with one-thousand one-hundred and forty-five pounds, her muscles bulging and pulsing in all directions on last repetition she made in a grunt of effort. Patrick did one-thousand, which was already pretty heavy. Tom was unable to perform his three reps with four-hundred seventy-five, just doing one. He was disappointed.
"So, again and always Lucie wins with an inhuman 4.60, me at 3.51 and Tom at 3.23. I knew ya' were strong Lucie, but not tha' much. It's crazy, if you keep on like tha' I dare not imagine the weight ya'll be lifting." Said Patrick.
"You've told me the first time I came here: 'Ya're genetically made for this sport'. And you were right. Besides, Tom motivates me a lot..." She gave him a wink.
"And ya' Tom, frankly, in just a year? It is equally impressive. We are tied overall. Are ya' sure ya' don't want to bulk-up a bit?"
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'll keep my steady pace, two times a week. And I should look for a gym in Brazil..."

   Lucy and Tom left Patrick with his shrew after a stretching and fun session. And when they arrived at the apartment, it is with passion that they opened the door and rushed inside, getting undressed in speed and kissing passionately. They made love as rarely they had done, Tom discovering an endurance that he did not know, and was needed to withstand Lucie's power and voracity. In a last burst, they each had an orgasm at the same time, she let herself fall on him, gasping, and covered him with kisses.
"I love you..." She whispered.
"I love you too..." He answered with a gaping smile.
She put her head on his shoulder, purring with pleasure.
"Do you want me to come with you at the airport tomorrow?"
"I'd love to. I'll wake you up."


   The alarm was ringing for nearly an hour with its usual unpleasant buzzer sound. Tom opened one eye, painfully, looked at the time: 5:58am. He opened both eyes like marbles, straightened his head and looked at the time again: 5:59am.
"Oh shit! I'm late!"
   His plane was departing at 7:30 and had to be registered at 6:30. And being not cleaned, dressed and caffeined and having at best a twenty-five minute trip, it was time tight. He quickly shook her.
"Lucie, we got to move!"
   She grumbled something he did not understood. He rushed into the bathroom to get a quick clean, then returned to her room dressed promptly, and shook Lucie again.
"Honey, we must go quickly!"
   She opened and saw the time.
"Oh shit!"
"Yeah baby, c'mon, get up!"
   They took off the apartment it was 6:10. At 6:12 they were in the car and Tom started off like a rocket. Fortunately at this time, the traffic was not very dense, but to get out of the city downtown is still long because of traffic lights. He was driving at high speed, passing several times while lit orange and burned a red light. They crossed above the highway which was circling city at 6:25, theoretically ten minute left trip. Tom accelerated.
   He parked his car on a minute stop, turned off the engine, rushed to the trunk to grab his luggage. Lucy took the heavier one to move faster and they rushed into the airport looking for flight 7433 bound to Rio de Janeiro's terminal, it was 6:29.
"A1, ok, of course it is at the other end." Grumbled Tom.
   And they ran in the corridors. When they arrived, Tom threw his eyes quickly over the panel showing departing flights which announced:
"Flight 7433 - Air France - Rio de Janeiro - postponed departure, bad weather."
   Tom remained arms dangling. "Really...?"

[Elmanouche]

Chapter V - Epilogue


   Tom was puffing and struggling while climbing his building's stairs. "I really should have bought my flat in a building with elevator!" He thought. He was stuffed with all his luggage and was on his second ride, hopefully the taxi driver helped him load out in the entry hall. He figured why Lucie had refused to come get him at the airport, she wanted to surprise him with her body, but still, he would have liked her help. It wasn't his physical shape, as he could train in Brazil. But this late spring was quite hot and travel had tired him, 24 hours without sleep.
   He paused on landing, dropped his bag and wanted to open the door.
"Huh?! Closed? Though she told me she would be there..."
   He took his keys and opened. The living room was in dark shadows, city's light producing a slight glow. His right hand fumbled for the light switch, and turned it on. He was about to grumble against the bulb when it lit straight on, filling room with its white light.
"Ah!"
   He moved his stuff inside and closed the door.
   
   His trip to Brazil went well. It's been long, laborious, and hard for him at times to be understood. But he was coming back happy. Though at first, it has been torpid, he took his plane three days late because of storms, which delayed a meeting there. Then some equipment got stuck with a late shipping of a week. Finally, some technicians weren't up for the task, lacking some base knowledge, so he had to train them quickly, because Tom could not stand doing things without understanding. Put together, those delays made him stay an extra month. They were done with Rio and Tom had teach the next project leader who had to take care of Sao Paulo.
   He had not played tourist there much, just getting a few bath on Rio's shore, with a little trip to Sao Paulo as well, and keeping on training twice a week. He had been there for work not fun.

   He was standing dumbly in his living, not knowing where to start. "Order my bags? Look for Lucie? Go to sleep?" He was at this state of thinking when he heard a sound coming from his bedroom.
"Lucie?" He called.
   No answer, he walked toward his room, opened the door. It was dark and he could just hear a weak breathing. He turned on the lights to take a look.
   He had a freeze, like when a software struggle to process data. He stopped here without moving, trying to grasp the enormity facing him. Lucie was sitting, legs straight, on his bed, almost naked but a thong and keeping balance with her arms. He focused on her face to gather his thoughts. She had let her hair grow and they were cascading in slight curls around her face, which looked thinner with cheekbones more visible. Her emeralds eyes were vibrating with glee to see him. Catching his breath, Tom stepped closer and let his eyes wander on Lucie's body.
   Her delicate face was resting on a bull neck, traps bulging chin high into two enormous globes and joining with titanic ripped shoulders. Her gorgeous C cup breasts were there, perking on huge beasty pectorals, thick, powerful, striations visible under her skin, and any breath intake were pumping them against her cute chin. Under those meaty pecs were the biggest abdominals' valley he had laid eyes on, he could see each of the eight muscles, billiard ball sized, and fighting for room. Her powerful obliques were linking those abs to majestic lats, ready to spread like wings, which pulsed and bulged monumental arms apart. Those arms, by the way, were exploding with muscles in every direction under her chest pressure, her triceps jutting, a big vein running along the biceps.
   His gaze went down, he guessed huge gluteus but could clearly see her thighs. He thought he could hide behind them, as big as they were, her knees looking puny in comparison, Tom thought he'd need both his arms to wrap around those. Muscle definition in her legs were astonishing. And her calves were as big as soccer ball, rubbing each other as she crossed her legs.
   Lucie let him look, at first amused, and then worried as he'd been remaining silent for a good minute. "Did I went too far?" She thought. Tom came closer again, sat on his knees and put a hand on her ripped shoulders.
"What... Who... How...?" He mumbled, feeling her muscles with his fingers, hard as steel, and she wasn't flexing. She smiled.
"Hello Tom." She said amused and reassured, because she saw a nice bulge starting in his pants.
   He stared at her for a moment, mouth agape, before kissing her lovingly. The kiss lasted for minutes during which Tom caressed and felt her muscles. It was like touching steel with a silk skin. Lucie stepped back gently.
"Look."
   She stood up, each of her moves sending waves of muscles dancing, she stood in front of the bed and flexed all her body muscles in a most muscular pose. Her traps solidifying into two huge granite globes, her biceps colliding with her pecs, her head surrounded by a wall of muscle fibers which danced under her pale skin.
   Tom was shocked, his vision went blurry and tiredness of his trip got the better of him, he fainted.

   He opened his eyes slightly panicked and watched where he was. He was on his bed, naked, a glorious sun was lighting his room. He blinked a few times to get accustomed to this brightness and tried to recall what happened.
Images of an engorged in muscles' Lucie flashed, a hard on starting at that thought.
"I must have been dreaming, she can't be that big." He said to himself while dressing.
   He went into the living room, Lucie was there eating a gargantuan breakfast. She was wearing a skin tight sleeveless t-shirt and Thai pants, supposedly ample which was only loose below her knees.
"Seems like I didn't dream." He said smiling.
   He kissed her tenderly. She purred while he was sitting, pulling his chair to get him closer.
"Sorry for last night... I... I was drained and..."
"I know... I know. And I changed quite a bit." She said laughing, which flexed her pecs and traps. Tom was in a trance.
"You say!" He managed to say. "That's crazy... How much you..."
"Dunno, your scale stops at thee-hundred pounds." She said casually and flexing a biceps bigger than her head. It had to be close to twenty-seven inches.
   Tom almost choked on his bread. He drank a sip of coffee, gulped and observed that muscle mass.
"Oh my... You... You'll keep on growing?" He asked.
"Dunno... You'd want me to?"
"Not sure... I mean, you already surpassed anything I could imagine, and you are certainly the biggest and strongest woman in the world. I... Can't ask for more." He said while lurking at her relaxed arms. He kept on in a whisper. "And you are already so sexy that I..."  End of sentence being barely hearable.
   Lucie laughed, stepping closer and kissing him tenderly.
"Ok. I stop there then."
"And how much do you..."
   Again she guessed the question and answered right away.
"1680 pounds bench press, 2450 lbs. squats, 3230 lbs. deadlift and 1280 on curl..."
   She watched him while she was saying those numbers, he was stupefied.
"How is that...? Possible...?"
"With that silly!" She said standing up from her chair and flexing her chest, tearing sound could be heard. "Fuck, that t-shirt wasn't two weeks old... I'll have to go check with Lili."
   Tom had observed those waves of muscles engorging her head.
"Lili?" He asked trying to refrain an urge he had to jump on her.
"The 'Mortadem' saleswoman, where I buy my clothes. A cute little gothic girl, who thinks I'm a goddess, I believe."
"I so understand her... You are divine."
"Flatterer!"
   They laughed heartily, and Tom started to clean off breakfast.
"If you want to stop growing, you should stop eating that much."
"Yeah, I know. But I'm hungry. And I got used to eat a lot..."
   She came with him in the kitchen and did some household together. Tom groping and caressing her huge muscles any chance he had, Lucie playing the game by flexing where he was touching. And while they were wiping-up dishes, he asked casually.
"Tell me, Lucie... Would you like stopping that colocation and fully move in with me?"
   She almost dropped her plate, put it down and wrapped her huge arms around Tom, squeezing tight, too tight.
"Of course I'd like!!"
"Arrrrgggg, you're crushing me!!"

End?

[solitariodude]

Yes, good reading indeed! Thanks and look forward to more