Author: [Hebakelba] UNTITLED

[UnholyDk1103]

UNTITLED
by Hebakelba

Chapter 1
An Unexpected Arrival
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Stephanie lay on the couch, idly sipping the glass of Merlot in her hand. Adverts murmured quietly from the television as she browsed through the photographs from today's photo shoot. It was with some disappointment that she realised that many of the photos would need to go through a lot of post production if they were to be useful. What she had expected to look good from the camera's screen were looking somewhat dull. The crisply defined striations and veins that had stood out on the models in her home gym come photo room earlier in the day were hardly visible now that she viewed them on the laptop. Realising that the photographs for this month's article might need hours of work to make them usable, Stephanie slumped back into the couch and let out a long, exhausted sigh.

The photo shoot had been frustrating in itself. It had been hard work to ensure that each model was angled for the lighting to show off the intricacies of their physiques, their poses matching the photo shoot they had done three months ago. The hours long shoot had demanded unending patience as the models make up needed constant touching up while they complained about temperature, discomfort, boredom, the amount of camera time being devoted to the other models and, on more than one occasion, there had been a very unprofessional level of flirting between them.

Stephanie had been looking forward to the shoot for weeks, the chance to work with the four young, nubile models again, their taut strong bodies presumably further enhanced by the three month trial of an exciting new training regimen. The reality had been an exhausting Tuesday and Stephanie would be happy not to have to shoot another group of models simultaneously any time soon.

Stephanie saved the pictures to her unfinished folder and set the laptop down on the couch next to her. Draining the rest of the glass, she sauntered causally into the kitchen and gently set the glass down on the counter before leaning against the sink to stare out of the window. The dark sky held the stars as neat pinpricks of light, reminding Stephanie how little light pollution there was this far out into the country side. Her inheritance from her grandparents had bought her this idyllic slice of country living; she didn't need to work, but writing articles for Body-Flex magazine not only gave her purpose, but allowed her to indulge in her love of hard, toned, muscular physiques. She had imagined that she might even meet her future lover through her work. Today had left her with little more than tired eyes and aching arms. She stretched out her slender, elegant arms in a futile attempt to alleviate some of the tension, built up from hours of aiming her camera, before placing her hands in the small of her back. Arching her back, she took a deep, slow breath, her bust swelling gently against the constraints of her lacy bra.

She held the position for a moment, thinking back to the two women who had been posing for her earlier. For all their lack of attention, their bodies had been stunning to behold. Both had introduced themselves those months earlier as physique competitors and had returned today looking like established lightweight competitors. Their sculpted, chiselled bodies sported lean, hard muscle, pound upon pound of tight, toned flesh pressed up against their soft, supple skin. Between photos, Stephanie had watched in quiet admiration at the rise and fall of their full, pert breasts, perched atop their thick pectoral muscles, barely constrained by the tiny bikini tops that left almost nothing to the imagination. The professional in her said this was to wait for the perfect moment for their powerful chests to be fully swollen, the light cascading gently over their heaving busts to fully encapsulate their advancement in strength. Another voice admitted she had lingered for her own pleasure.

Stephanie often wondered if she had the genetics for bodybuilding, but had never taken the plunge. She looked down at her body as she pushed her wrists toward the ceiling, imagining the feeling of having thick powerful muscles adorning her lithe, elegant frame. Playfully she tensed her pecs repeatedly, dreaming of the powerful feeling Alice must have felt earlier in the day as she pumped up for the shoot. Her own chest moved fractionally, a small jiggle developing as her pert breasts bounced gently within the confines of her clothing.

After a few moments she let her hands drop to her sides with a gentle moan and gazed again at the stars. The mansion she had built for herself, luxurious though it was, offered little comfort for those in need of companionship. She gazed longingly into the star-studded darkness and imagined her ideal life with her ideal partner, before changing the partner in her mind, over and over. All the possibilities, the different permutations, man, woman, both, many... all sadly fictions, tormenting her with their absence.

She stopped herself from sighing yet again and forced herself to yawn, closing her soft green eyes and brushing her long, wavy auburn hair from her face, she let the urge to drift off to sleep wash over her. She decided that crawling between her soft sheets and drifting off to the dulcet tones of classical music would calm her weary mind and she could start fresh tomorrow. She adjusted the loose T-shirt draped over her shoulders and ran her index fingers inside the elasticated waistband of her shorts before allowing her eyes to drift open. She looked at the star again and before turning to drift up the stairs to her room she wondered.

"What if..."




Alarm klaxons screamed over each other, a deafening cacophony of sound reverberated off the metal plating of the corridors. Pounding down the corridor in full mag-suit, Teela grappled with the pistol in her thickly gloved hand, desperately trying to force the magazine into the grip slot. The ship shuddered as another volley of weapons fire tore through a distant section of the ship. The lighting sputtered and shut off leaving Teela stumbling in the dark. A few seconds of cursing later and the backup lighting circuits buzzed into life leaving the steely grey corridor with an unsettling crimson hue. Warning markers flashed up on her heads up display and with a stab of fear through her chest, Teela realised that the ship had been struck by a boarding torpedo. Unless the torpedo could be destroyed it would clamp on to the hull and bore a gaping hole through it, disgorging a dozen heavily armed Faeton marauders. The thought left Teela cold.

The battle to chase down the last remaining Faetons as they fled had been ongoing for almost 30 hours now, leaving Teela exhausted mentally and physically. She had been scheduled to be relieved at the end of her 9 hour shift, but the constant damage sustained by 'Pride of the Pantheon' had rendered any hope of rest impossible. The crew of 20 had been whittled down to just 6 and there was no one else left capable of performing the repairs, many sections of the ship were now vacuum exposed and all surviving crew wore their vacuum proof mag-suits as a precaution. All of them knew that if the Faeton were to escape and find a liveable planet they would rapidly procreate and their barbaric, murderous culture would spread anew across the stars. With no backup and an uncertainty as to whether their last broadcast had been received by friendly forces, there was no choice but to chase down their monstrous prey without pause.

Tapping a glowing symbol on her wrist nav, a surge of adrenaline was dumped into her blood stream. Her muscles temporarily invigorated she surged on, she patted the tool kit strapped to the outer left thigh of her suit to reassure herself that she still had the tools necessary to repair the energy conduits that would reactivate the turrets on the port side. All her equipment made her suit tremendously heavy and even under the lower gravity on the ship she still struggled to bear the burden. She neared the bulk head at the end of the corridor and staggered to a stop. Raising her pistol she flicked her other hand at the door control panel and gestured for it to open. The heavy gearing ground the door shakily open, Teela's eye sweeping every inch of the room down the sights of the semi-automatic. Sparks from the boarding torpedo's cutting mechanism leapt from the outer wall of the cargo bay. The wall opposite mounted an array of tubes and wiring, but importantly, it housed the conduit junction box that could potentially resupply the energy lances interspersed along the outer hull allowing them to sear burning death on any target in their line of sight.

Holstering her pistol and pulling a bolt-drill from her kit she hurried unsteadily over to the panel and began to remove the protective outer plating. With practised precision the four bolts were removed and left to drift in the reduced gravity to the floor. The heavy plate followed shortly after and Teela threw the breaker switches to shut off the supply to the damaged junction. A glance over her shoulder shocked her as she realised how little of the hull was yet to be cut through before the torpedo's work was complete. Momentarily paralysed she stared at the junction box and realised there was no way to repair it in time. The Faetons would burrow through any second, she had to come up with another plan to repel them.

Teela frantically glanced around the room looking for anything that could help her. Spying a number of pressurised canisters, she dropped the drill grabbed the heavy cylinders, heaving them up level with her hips and carried them over to the aggrieved wall. As her muscles strained under their weight, sweat pouring down her powerful frame and pooling by her toes, she let out a roar of anguish. Usually she would have been comfortable hefting about these weights over such a short distance, but the constant exertion of wearing the heavy suit and total lack of rest time had left her utterly drained. She dumped the canisters clumsily by the wall and almost collapsed to her knees. Huddled over the oxygen canister she shoved it into a recess and clamped it in place before fully opening the valve. She heaved the fuel canister next to it and clamped it into a recess directly underneath the near complete hole and next to the oxygen tank before staggering to her feet. Gasping for breath she hurried behind a support column and braced herself, drawing her pistol and sighting at the fuel tank.

Teela pressed the mag-lock button to secure herself to the floor before she tapped the adrenaline boost three times and sighted down the sights of her side arm. Moments later as she felt the phenomenal boost of adrenaline burning through her chest she judged that this had been excessive. She felt her body tensing up, every sinew and muscle taut and swollen, pressing against their neighbours as her arteries and veins screamed like they pumped battery acid. She focussed on the red paint of the cylinder, waiting with anguish as the seconds ticked by. The tension of waiting for the cutting to stop and the wall to give way was unbearable. She tried to hunker down lower to the ground but her body refused to shrink. Her muscles simply would not let her relax and lower her silhouette, trapping her in an awkwardly upright position.

The cutting stopped and the wall sank a fraction of an inch with a deafening crack. Teela clenched her teeth and steadied her aim, her thundering pulse pounding in her ears. Seconds passed by. Far away the ship rattled and creaked as other sections were sporadically hit by enemy salvoes. The sound of her breath filled her helmet as she gasped heavily. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead and she had to blink away the errant drops to keep her vision clear. Nothing. Teela wondered if the occupants had been killed before the drill had coupled.

Suddenly the wall jolted inward and clattered to the floor, startling Teela. Within moments, huge figures were hurtling out of the crudely cut doorway. Teela regained her composure and began to squeeze off rounds at the fuel tank. A fraction later and the Faetons were returning fire at her position. Despite the weight of fire levelled at her the support column held firm. Teela, spurred on by the terror of being shot at, desperately fired off round after round until-

The explosion of the fuel tank in the oxygen rich atmosphere was colossal. Most of the Faetons were incinerated and the torpedo hurled from the side of the ship. The pressure wave smashed into Teela; were it not for her mag-boots she would have been hurled into the wall behind her. Fractions later, the pressure wave would shove her back towards the newly gaping hole in the Pride, now venting air into the void. Teela grabbed at the support column as atmosphere rushed past her, before she noticed the new screeching alarm in her ear. Her suit had been breached at her right leg and while her helmet had absorbed the brunt of whirling piece of ruined plating, Teela was now bleeding from a head wound. Her suit swelled slightly as pressure pushing in ceased in the void of the cargo bay. She slapped an emergency patch from her pack onto the tear on her thigh and slumped against the column.

Teela's earpiece burst into life: "Teela, respond! Systems show a breach at your location, what the hell happened? Respond!" Teela wearily tapped the comm stud on her helmet to respond and feebly replied "Boarders repelled... I'm... I'm gonna fix... fix the conduit". Ship commander Gelia Teraenu's steely voice came again "Don't bother, all contacts destroyed" Teela's eye's opened wide, "Say -say again commander?" she stammered. "All contacts destroyed. Need you to fix vital systems, hull integrity is failing and if-" Another explosion rocked the ship. "Shit, the energy conduits have overloaded; the core is shutting down...". Teela waited for the end to the commander's thought which didn't come before again responding "Commander? Say again commander I didn't read your last." A long pause followed before his voice returned, quiet and broken: "Abandon ship. All crew, abandon ship. The Pride is beyond repair. I-you... Teela, you're the only other survivor. I- I'm going to ditch the ship on the nearby moon. Get yourself to one of the fighters or life boats. The bridge is cut off now and de-pressurised and I'm breathing vapours from my tanks... If I can land the ship on the moon maybe she can be recovered... get off the ship Teela. You've got maybe 3 minutes... Get to the planet below... Go."

Teela bit back hot tears of regret. She blinked her eyes clear and checked her wrist nav again. The closest escape route was a life boat off the next corridor. She toggled her boot settings to unseal herself from the deck and with great effort trudged to the next bulk head. She waved her hand and gestured at the door control panel to open the bulkhead. Nothing happened. She gestured again and again and again before screaming with rage at the thick metal door. She realised there was no power to operate the door and hammered it with her fists. Enraged, Teela planted her feet at right angles to the floor on a support strut and grasped a thick edge of the door. She mustered every once of strength left in her body and began to heave the doors apart.

The door refused to move as Teela exerted herself. Her muscles still pumped from the adrenaline boost mere minutes ago began to swell with power. Her quads and glutes trembled as they heaved against the door, her shoulders and biceps bunching and throbbing in kind. Moment by moment Teela felt her muscles growing, pressure building within her body, veins being forced up against her smooth skin by the lean powerful muscles beneath. Inch by inch the door yielded to her might, until finally the gap would allow her egress from the cargo bay.

Teela barely managed to limp down the short corridor to the life boat, wheezing and gasping to regain her composure, the dull throb of her head wound magnified by her efforts a moment ago. She slammed into the outer door of the life boat hanger and fumbled the override switch. Thankfully the lifeboats had small power supplies of their own for this kind of emergency and the door slid open. Upon stepping into the small chamber she thumbed the door closed and clambered up the few steps to the cockpit of the small escape craft. Slumping into the seat she clipped herself in and turned the flight computer on. The small craft hummed into life, systems flicked on and quickly synchronised with Teela's wrist nav before powering up the engines. A course was quickly plotted for the nearest safe haven as the small craft acknowledged the abandon ship order being broadcast by the Pride of the Pantheon's Black box systems. Teela read the display and realised that the course lead her to a free planet; no official delegation had ever made contact with any indigenous population on the planet. The thousands of weak broadcasts emanating from the planet told her that the planet was settled, but she could have no idea what would greet her on the planets surface. The craft's computer informed her that flight time from current location near the planets moon to the planet's surface would be almost 45 hours and, judging by her state of fatigue, dehydration and malnourishment she would sleep for the duration. Teela set the autopilot, confirmed the course and as the ship lurched forward out of the bay, allowed her aching body to fall limp as she lapsed into unconsciousness...





Stephanie absent mindedly twirled her hair around her index finger as she perused the now adjusted photos. She longingly eyed the thick, powerful quads of the models, her eyes wandering up and down their engorged muscles. She gently bit her lower lip, revelling in the powerful, bulging curves of the tanned, supple skin. Stephanie rolled on to her back, dropping her head onto the bed next to her laptop. Her hands slid under her loose t-shirt onto her flat stomach, gently caressing her warm skin. Her mind raced with fantasies of hard muscular bodies pressing against her, strong hands plying her lithe form, dominating her, and yet comforting her at the same time. Wrapped in their powerful embrace they would overwhelm her, bringing her to new levels of pleasure.

With a startle, Stephanie sat up from the bed as her phone buzzed. Her fantasies dispelled, Stephanie reached over and scrolled through the message, her editor Frank inquiring about her piece on the Horvath workout regime. The piece wouldn't be due for submission until Wednesday and for a change she was practically finished. Stephanie texted back, "Hi Frank, will send you draft tomorrow. Suggestions and feedback welcome. Enjoy dress down Friday tomorrow, let me know if I'm needed back in the office before Wednesday. KRs, Steph.". Sending the message, she casually dropped her mobile on her pillow. She didn't like that Frank would text writers for the magazine outside work hours, but it wasn't enough of an issue to get worked up about.

Her stomach gave a slight gurgle and she decided she'd have a little something to eat before turning in for the night. She sauntered down the stairs and into the kitchen area, pausing a moment to stretch her elegant, shapely legs against the breakfast counter, grateful for the flexibility of the tight yoga pants. Flicking the kettle on she picked out a tea bag, threw it into a fresh mug and glanced outside, the rain pattering against the glass. Were it not for the light shining out from the kitchen nothing would be visible in the darkness. Stephanie was glad to be safe and warm in her home, yet even looking out into the tumultuous downpour sent a quick shiver down her spine. The patter of the rain muffled by the boiling water, Stephanie gazed out the window, blowing her cheeks out as she waited. What she wouldn't give for a little excitement.




Teela screamed in sudden confusion as the craft computer interfaced with her mag-suit to dose her with adrenaline, bringing her jarringly to alertness from her deep slumber. A numb, weak feeling saturated her form. Her movements felt sluggish and painful, and her left temple felt a stabbing pain. Teela wanted to take her helmet off but the craft was very loudly informing her that re-entry was immanent, she had more important things to deal with.

"Warning, projected descent path leads through local weather system, heavy rain storm, reduced visibility. Descent thruster effectiveness will be reduced. Time to planet atmosphere 10 seconds. Brace for extreme turbulence."

'No-shit' thought Teela. She recalled her time in basic training and the descent simulators, and the number of times she had thrown up as a result. A cold sweat began to break out on her face as the struggled to remember how to handle the small craft. The joystick felt stiff in her hand as she realised how weak she had become. The heavy suit encumbered her efforts further and her vision wavered, this wasn't how she thought she'd die. The craft began to shake, vibrations quickly building up as the craft pierced the atmosphere. Flames began to wash over the cockpit, their light visible even through the heat shutters covering the sleek, clear polymer windows. Teela began to bounce around in her harness, desperately trying to keep the craft on course, heaving the throttle for the descent thrusters fully open as she attempted to bleed off some speed. Warning sirens blared in the cabin and through her earpiece, indicating dangerous temperature levels and chassis stress. Second by second the thunderous roar against the outer hull built, buffeting Teela round ever more fiercely. She struggled to reach for the air flap control, every muscle in her arm screaming against her will, begging to be left idle, to be fed. Her gloved hand slipped off the lever more than once before she managed to curl her fingers around it. Fighting the control stick to keep the craft level she begged for the craft to slow enough to deploy the flaps. Too soon and they would simply tear off and she'd end up buried in a fiery crater.

Mercifully the hazard light for the flaps blinked off, and with great effort Teela heaved back on the lever. The craft lurched backwards beneath her, almost strangling her inside her suit as the restraints pressed against her. As her heavy frame was squashed her into the harness she struggled to breathe, her head bent over her chest as g-forces squeezed her forward inside the tiny ship. With her jaw resting on the inside of her helmet, every bump of the descent transferred directly into her skull while she peered up through her visor, still straining to keep the craft from spinning out of control and breaking apart. Finally the g-forces began to diminish, and Teela was able to lie back into the seat. Gasping for breath, she slapped at the console again, the required button blinking in response as motors ground into life, extending the descent flaps into short, stubby wings.

The craft now began to fly like the conventional VTOL planes she had mastered years before. As the heat shutters clanked back down the length of the cockpit the dark cloudy sky was revealed. Teela was exhausted. At this point she didn't care where she would land, so long as it was flat. Eyeing the heads up display she saw a large area of forest covering the immediate area, before picking out a small clearing. It looked like a few small buildings and a larger one stood next to it... with any luck they would be abandoned, though at present she couldn't tell as most of the sensors were still offline from the heat of the descent. She didn't care, she wanted to get on the ground and rest. Everything else could wait.


Stephanie softly blew the trail of steam rising from her tea, playing with the rising vapour trail, staring through the mist as it meandered slowly up. A group of fireflies drifted into her view through the window. Strange for insects to be buzzing around in this kind if weather she mused to herself. Blinking, she focussed on the tiny lights and paused... The lights weren't bugs, what kind of idiot was flying in this weather?


Teela angled the craft toward the clearing, and pulled back on the throttle, the ship shakily slowing as it lurched around. Closing in on the open ground, she adjusted the path to avoid the tops of the trees, firing a short, sharp burst from the thrusters. A loud bang and a violent judder rattled through the cabin; another hazard siren blared through the cockpit informing her that one of the thrusters had malfunctioned. The ship lurched around again and Teela slammed the control stick hard left trying to keep it from rolling.


Stephanie watched in horror as the tiny jets of flame veered wildly around, the plane streaking towards the back garden. It rolled back and forth along its axis as it smashed through the tree tops, wildly darting back and forth as its pilot struggled to keep control. With terrible finality the plane plummeted the last few metres to the ground, smashing to the ground and bouncing back up, hopping down the immaculate lawn, leaving deep, muddy scars with every landing. Stephanie looked on it horror as the plane finally slid to a halt a few metres from her patio. There was no way anyone could survive that. There would be a body in there, left in her garden by some horrible chance of fate. What the hell was she supposed to do? She wanted excitement, but not this. Not – wait, was that movement?

Her heart thundered in her chest as the ship opened up. An arm reached up from the pilot seat, flailing for a hand hold. 'Holy crap!' she whispered to herself, before looking round for shoes. Spotting her trainers she hurriedly shoved her feet into them and grabbed a jacket off the rack. She ran to the doors in lounge leading out to the patio by the crash and fumbled with her keys as she attempted to open them. Plunging outside into the pouring rain, she was amazed by the heat coming off the wreck. The pilot had managed to pull themselves over the lip and they were dangling over the nose of the crash. The figure was wearing a space suit, and apparently was having trouble moving under its weight. The pilot heaved against the ship and dropped over the side to the floor with a loud, wet thud. As Stephanie approached the prone figure she had to shield her face from heat of the plane. She could hear warning buzzers coming from the plane above the loud, splashing patter of the rain all around, and below that, she could almost make out moans from the pilot.

"Are you okay?" Stephanie yelled at the pilot. They said nothing in return, slowly rolling over away from the searing heat. She couldn't bear the heat much longer, and resolved to pull the pilot away from the crash. She took hand holds on the pilots back pack and slewed her round. Stephanie struggled in the rain, her footing unsteady in the storm. She strained to keep the pilot moving, slipping on the wet turf as she dragged them slowly to the patio and to the lounge doors. Panting, she tripped over the step into the lounge and fell into the house, dragging the figure to rest on the step.

The pilot's arms pawed gently against the door frame, trying to pull themselves up and into the house. Stephanie picked herself up and briefly regretted how little she made use of her exercise DVDs; this guy weighed a ton and pulling him along the floor was hard work. She braced her feet against the door frame and took hold of the suit once more. As she hauled them up the small step she felt her slender limbs protest against the strain, her delicate glutes and quads shuddering as they struggled against the pilots weight. The pilot flailed helplessly, trying to push themselves up the step, their heavy boots scraping against the stone tiles. With a final effort, Stephanie heaved the pilot up the step, her legs burning with the effort. Dragging them to the couch she rested them against it.

Stephanie ran to the doors; the heat from the craft was lessening. After a moment she closed the doors, and turned to the unexpected arrival now slumped against her furniture. She hoped the wreck wouldn't explode or catch fire, she hoped the lawn would heal given a little care, she hoped the muddy trail from the door to her couch would clean easily, but more than anything, she hoped she wouldn't find herself in any kind of trouble for taking in the space suited stranger. As she looked at the figure slumped helplessly against her furniture, even through the bulky suit, she could see that they were in considerable discomfort, their breathing scratchy and heavy, even through the suit.

She approached cautiously and turned on the lamp on the coffee table next to them. The pilot twisted slightly to move their head to look back at her. "Are you alright?" Stephanie asked. The pilot lay still, labouring over their breathing. Stephanie knelt down by the pilot and placed a hand on the still wet suit. Feeling the considerable bulk under the shoulder Stephanie squeezed gently, hoping to convey her sympathy to the stranger. "Can you understand what I'm saying?" she said slowly. The pilot shifted slightly, bringing their left hand up slowly toward their armoured collar. The gloved hand scratched at a small catch and then, failing to make any change, tapped it several times. The gloved arm flopped into their lap, apparently unable to maintain the position. 'The suit must be out of batteries, no more power for the motors, must be why the suit is so heavy.' Stephanie thought. She gingerly reached out to the collar, pausing a number of times as she got closer to see if they reacted, or objected. Her hands touched the clammy metal catch and fiddled with it. The catch sprang open after some effort, surprising her momentarily. Realising there were three more catches around the collar she moved on to each in turn, undoing each more quickly than the last. As the last clicked open a gentle hiss issued from the ring of the collar as pressure equalised. Stephanie took a hold of the weighty helmet and gently raised it up, placing it on the couch.

She stared at the – Alien! "Holy crap!" she whispered to herself. The Alien stared back. Stephanie's eyes ran over the face of the alien, woman? Their skin was blue, two darker blue lines running back over their perfectly smooth, hairless scalp. Their top of their ears were pointed, and her eyes were a deep shimmering purple, but other than that, she looked practically human. Their high cheekbones and angular, feminine jawline gave them a model like beauty. Full, luscious lips sat below her delicate, pointed nose. But her eyes, they must be female, her large eyes were looking back at her with a pleading desperation. Stephanie snapped out of her stupor as she noticed the cut on her temple weeping purple blood, stopping herself after instinctively reaching out to inspect the small wound, the alien woman visibly tensing as she did so. "It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you" she whispered soothingly.

Teela looked up at the alien life form kneeling over her. It appeared to be a female, with many features strikingly similar to her own. The woman's warm, brown eyes looked over her with definite concern. Her heart shaped face was stunningly pretty, even with the top of its head covered with a long hair. Its eyes were framed beneath elegant, shaped eyebrows and had delicate, soft eye lashes all around. The strange placement of hair somehow lent weight to all of her expressions, amplifying her pained expression as she crouched over Teela. Beneath the jacket she wore, Teela could see her breasts heaving slowly against the wet shirt. Teela had never been so in awe of a creature's beauty, nor been so terrified. She had no idea what kind of culture lived in, nor did she understand what the pink skinned woman was saying, although the tone was soft, gentle.

"I'm gonna go get some bandages" Stephanie said softly, before realising the alien had no idea what she was saying. She scratched a finger nail against her own left temple and mimed covering it with a bandage, before giving a questioning thumbs up. The blue woman moaned gently an objection and pointed to a small tool attached to her belt. Even this small act of moving her arm a few inches made her pant with exertion. Stephanie was distressed just watching the alien struggle. She quickly squeezed the gloved hand before deftly pulling the tool out and placing in her glove. The woman panted softly as she twisted the tool in her hand, a drop of blood dripping from her head onto her suit's chest covering as she craned her neck to look at her hand. She strained trying to heft the tool to her head, Stephanie quickly supported her heavy arm, cradling it while she pointed the end of the tool at her wound. With a grimace she squeezed a button on the tool, causing a hard blue light to play over the wound. After several seconds, she stopped using the tool and let her arm go limp. Stephanie cradled the arm down to her lap before she peered at the wound. She raised her hand to the alien's head and gently caressed her temple with her thumb, the wound seemingly healed in mere moments.

As Stephanie's hand slid gently down the side of her face, their eyes locked. Her heart pounded in with excitement her chest. In that moment she wanted nothing more than to be able to talk to the strange woman and comfort her. Before she could drift too far into this fantasy, the alien glanced around, searching for something. Finding nothing, she glanced back uncertainly to look at Stephanie. The alien mouthed a biting motion, chewing, and then swallowing. Her eyes returned to plead up at Stephanie, her huge hopeful eyes welling up. A moment passed before Stephanie grasped her meaning, 'food'. Stephanie squeezed both of the aliens shoulders before rushing off to the kitchen to grab her something to eat.

Standing in the kitchen Stephanie had a thought dawn on her; 'what do aliens eat?'. She stood still, her mind racing. A moment later she grabbed a large glass, the sugar bowl and a straw before filling the glass from the tap and rushing back to her guest. She knelt down and threw a sugar cube into her own mouth to demonstrate it was safe to eat, before offering a sugar cube to the alien's pouting lips. She gently took it in her lips and played it over her tongue. Recognising the flavour her eyes opened wide, eager and joyful. Stephanie placed the straw into the glass and offered it too, the woman eagerly sucking on it. She held a good gulp in her mouth to help the cube dissolve before swallowing it down. "That good?" Stephanie queried, a smile beginning to crack on her face. A happy little moan issued from the alien's mouth, which Stephanie took to mean yes. She threw a handful of sugar cubes into the glass and quickly stirred it before offering it again. She eagerly sucked the glass of sugar water down, stopping frequently to gasp for air. When she finished the contents, Stephanie quickly returned to the kitchen, refilled the glass and fed her another glass, this one more slowly.

Before she could go back again, Teela moved her hand onto the woman's foot, hoping she would stay. She was sick of having the damned mag-suit weighing her down. She could smell something unpleasant drifting up from the suit which had encased her for the better part of 80 hours, and while the sweat had been slowly filtered off by the suit, the unpalatable odour remained. She tapped her suit, then pinched at the thick plastic fabric, grimacing slightly. She craned her head back and looked as best she could at the back of the suits collar before looking up at the woman. She pondered a moment and then took off her own jacket. Slowly she said "jacket – off". She then gestured at the mag-suit, asking "Suit – off?". Teela smiled gently and nodded her head once.

'Okay, just gonna take an alien's space suit off... in my living room...' Stephanie thought as she clambered onto the couch. She peered at the back of the suit before seeing more catches. Her hands quickly unbuckled catches, wiring and hoses connecting the backpack to the suit and let the hefty back pack drop to the floor. Two zip like handles then presented themselves and allowed Stephanie to peel the two sides of the suit from one another. She leaned the woman forward to allow the sides to peel away down the rest of her back. As Stephanie's hands reached the small of her back, the alien shrugged her shoulders and twisted her head back, gesturing to pull the collar over her head. Stephanie took a hold of it and lifted it to allow her to twist her neck awkwardly through the spine of the suit. Moments later, Stephanie was stunned again.

What appeared from the suit was not the sleek, elegant form she expected the alien to possess, but in fact a powerful, muscled body draped only in a vest top. Stephanie realised that what she had previously though to be motorised suit systems was in fact the body of this Amazonian woman. Powerful trapezius muscles perched either side of her neck, stretching down to her chiselled, sharply defined deltoids. As she shrugged the suit down her frame she revealed not only a broad, thickly muscled back covered in an intricate pattern of the tiger like markings that swept down from her scalp, but also her hard, jutting triceps, bursting out from under her shoulders. Retracting first her right arm from the suit, then her left, unhooking a computer device from it in the process, she revealed the rest of her powerful arms. Stephanie slid down from the couch to the floor to help pull the suit down around her waist and legs.

It was hard not to admire the woman's biceps as she placed her hands behind her head for support. At rest the biceps lay atop her arm, stretched along her upper arm, then suddenly twitching, bunching up into a hard, bulbous ball the size of a baseball. Stephanie's eyes slid across the woman's frame to her chest, taking in not only the thick pads of muscle running from her sternum to her shoulders, but the ample breasts perched atop them, full and pert, gently rising and falling with every pained breath she took, barely covered by the small vest top. With her arms resting on the couch her lateral muscles were spread out impressively, endowing her torso with the thick V taper Stephanie so admired. Her midsection was no less impressive, chiselled oblique muscles sat resting above her shapely hips, framing her powerful abdominal muscles as they pressed into each other. Stephanie counted each one of them, and as she realised there were ten of them, an involuntary thrill burst through her.

Stephanie took hold of the suit either side of the woman's waist, and as she lifted her hips, slowly pulled the suit further down. A tight pair of shorts hugged her figure around her hips and the top of her thighs. With the suit having cleared her knees, Stephanie realised how big the woman's upper thighs were, momentarily pausing to take in the view of her sharply defined, striated quadriceps. In her head, she quickly guessed at a measurement of twenty eight inches, before she continued to peel the suit down over her lower legs. Her calves jutted out like grapefruit peeking out from behind the smooth elegant skin adorning her shins.

It took a little work to prise the heavy boots from her feet, but a little wiggling revealed a pair of dainty, feminine feet that had obviously been kept manicured before being stuck in the suit for some time. Stephanie looked up at this heavenly creature, in awe of her form, beautiful and powerful, feminine and muscular, utterly intoxicating to behold. Her breathing was now slower and deeper, much more relaxed, her soft eyes blinking gently as sleep beckoned. Stephanie moved forward and slipped her hands under her shoulders. She looked up as Stephanie gestured to the couch with a nod. With only brief struggle, they hauled themselves up to the couch. Stephanie ended kneeling on the couch facing it's back, while the alien slouched back into the couch at an angle, her broad muscular chest swelling directly towards and away from Stephanie.

Stephanie gazed adoringly at her guest for long moments, waiting for her eyes to reopen. When they did, the deep purple irises glinting in the light, they found Stephanie looking back. Stephanie raised her hand to her chest and tapped her sternum gently. "Stephanie" she said. A few moments passed and she repeated the tapping, "Stephanie". Her eyes widened slightly and she tried to parrot back "Ste-fon-ee?" They both beamed smiles at each other, "Yes! ... umm, and you?". Stephanie paused before tapping her chest again, "Stephanie", and then gently reaching out to tap the alien's chest, she cocked her head quizzically. "Teela!" she said back with enthusiasm. "Teela?" Stephanie beamed back. Teela giggled and smiled, looking deep into Stephanie's eyes. Teela's eyes began to well up again, her smile breaking little by little until she burst into tears. Stephanie immediately leaned in and wrapped her arms around Teela's shoulders. Teela in return slid hers around Stephanie's waist and squeezed her tightly. "It's okay sweetheart, you're safe now" Stephanie whispered into her ear. "It's okay". Their tender embrace lasted until Teela had calmed herself. She looked up at Stephanie and squeezed her chest into her own briefly, trying to convey her gratitude to the gorgeous woman. Stephanie squeezed back with a playful smile before her face flushed red.

Teela's stomach interrupted with a low gurgle prompting Stephanie to ask "Food?" and mimed eating again. Teela squeezed Stephanie's back affectionately in approval. Stephanie took hold of Teela's hands and implored her to follow into the kitchen. Leading her to the breakfast bar, Stephanie proceeded to present a buffet of foods from the fridge and various cupboards.

Twenty minutes later, Teela had devoured, by Stephanie's estimate, almost six thousand calories and fully four litres of fluid. As she sat on the bar stool she stretched out her limbs, slowly flexing and relaxing, teasing and massaging her body. With an air of finality she reached out to the ceiling, pushing her hands as far as they would go, her back and triceps swelling with power, thickening as they bunched up into hard masses of dense, taut flesh. She slowly stretched them out to her sides and yawned deeply. Stephanie watched as Teela turned, placed both her hands with palms together and placed them by her cheek, closing her eyes. Stephanie walked back over to her, squeezed her shoulders happily and quickly cleared away what was left of the food, before leading Teela up the stairs. They stopped at the bathroom and Stephanie pointed out its features, before continuing to the door of the guest bedroom.

Stephanie gestured the same 'sleep' pose with her hands, tapped her chest "me" and pointed into the master bedroom "in here". She tapped Teela's chest, "Teela, sleep in here" gesturing to the guest bedroom. Teela face quickly burst into a hurt expression. With a sad yelp she pulled Stephanie against her, her eyes pleading at Stephanie as they struggled to stay open. "Teela sleep Stefonee" tensing her powerful arms around Stephanie's slender waistline. Teela played the tip of her nose against Stephanie's, her lip quivering as her breathing began to waiver. Stephanie placed her hands gently on Teela's shoulders, hesitantly weighing up her options. The feeling of the dense muscles, radiating heat around her midriff, not to mention the solid globes of deltoid warming her hands made it hard to resist. "Teela, Stephanie, sleep..." she pressed her body into Teela's "...together?" Teela pulled Stephanie more firmly against her body, nuzzling her cheek gently "Sleep" she responded.

Stephanie lingered for a while, the feeling of Teela's body against hers was incredible. The power exuding from her even while merely standing against her was undeniably thrilling. She revelled in the sensation of Teela's fabulous bust, firmer and fuller than her own, pressing into her chest. Her thick thighs gently pressed against the outsides of Stephanie's own as Teela stood with her legs slightly apart, her quads seemingly ready to envelop Stephanie's between them. Stephanie allowed a grin to spread across her face. She slid her hand down to rest on Teela's sculpted triceps, and began to walk backwards into the master bedroom. Teela followed, exhausted yet relieved, her hands shifting slowly down the smooth toned curves of Stephanie's waist, coming to rest on her graceful, swaying hips. Stephanie slipped off her yoga pants and T-shirt, still damp from the earlier foray into the wet night. Now clothed in nothing more than her lacy underwear she glanced quickly out the window at the crash, still there.

Turning to her wardrobe she found Teela standing beside her, admiring her long, slender, elegant legs. Warm fingers reached out and gently, admiringly caressed her soft, supple skin just below her hip. Stephanie gasped at her touch, her pulse set racing again. She breathed in the subtle scent Teela exuded, a flowery scent effervescing from her body. Embarrassed at her own forwardness, Teela blushed and withdrew her hand apologetically. Stephanie caught her hand and squeezed, catching Teela's eyes, before pulling her over to the bed. She pulled back the covers and clambered underneath, holding them open for Teela to follow. Teela nervously clambered in, waves of excitement fighting with her exhaustion. Stephanie lowered the heavy quilt over Teela, pulling her closer. Teela gladly shuffled forward, their legs gently resting against each other. Stephanie slipped her arm underneath Teela's neck and hooked her arm around to rest across her shoulders. Her other arm caressed Teela's abdominals and obliques as she sought out her back. Teela slipped her arms around Stephanie in return and gently squeezed her closer.

Teela's eyes grew heavy, and as they began to close, she moved her head forward to nuzzle Stephanie's cheek. With her last ounce of consciousness she gently kissed Stephanie's cheek, before surrendering to sleep. Stephanie couldn't believe what was happening. Was this a dream? It couldn't be, but... there was no way this was real. It was too surreal, bizarre and she... she was too, perfect. But she wasn't even human, how could she... No. She would just enjoy this dream. If she woke up from it tomorrow then it would be a wonderful dream. If not, she could get to know the stunning, exotic woman breathing deeply against her. She pursed her lips and at length, tenderly kissed Teela's forehead. "Sweet dreams" she whispered, before resting her head on her pillow and drifting off into sleep.



To be continued.

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Chapter 2
Communication Issues
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Stephanie woke to the familiar gentle beeping of her alarm. She lay still, feeling particularly comfortable, the weight and warmth of her bed comforting every inch of her lithe frame. Last nights dream had been particularly vivid, and wonderful. Thinking of her fantasy about the alien woman she smiled softly and nuzzled her pillow. She turned her head and blinked at her alarm as she reached out to switch it off. She was unexpectedly restrained by a weight around her waist. Something solid and warm was curled around her stomach... and her leg... she peeled back the   duvet to discover the source of the weight.

"Holy crap, it wasn't a dream" Stephanie whispered to herself, as her eyes slid up the muscular, blue arm draped over her midriff to the sleeping woman beside her. She stared in disbelief at the angelic form, gently stirring beside her, feeling her strong legs tensing around her own slender thigh as Teela subconsciously stretched. Looking over her new companion's face, Stephanie marvelled at her beauty, even in the gloom of the early morning. Teela began to wake up, the growing noise of the alarm rousing her abruptly.

Teela lunged to her knees, reacting to the unfamiliar buzzing noise, her thoughts immediately back in the cockpit of her plummeting life boat. The bed rocked under Teela's weight as she called out in a language Stephanie didn't understand. Teela's plea for information was met with little more than a scared look of bewilderment as Stephanie flinched back. "It's okay, it's just my alarm" Stephanie said more loudly than she meant to. Holding her right palm out towards Teela, she reached over to her bedside table with the other hand and gently pressed the off button on her alarm clock. The Buzzing stopped, leaving Teela crouched at the end of the bed, her whole body taut with tension, ready to spring into action. "See, just my alarm, nothing to worry about... it's okay".

Teela hesitated, unwilling to relax at first. The room now quiet again save for their breathing and the   patter of rain showering against the house, Teela stared at Stephanie, contradictory thoughts running through her mind as her pulse pounded through her aching head. After several seconds the initial excitement of her unpleasant awakening began to fade, her body slowly beginning to relax as she found those big green eyes staring anxiously up at her. "Stefonee" she recalled aloud, a half smile creeping across Stephanie's visage. Teela's capped shoulders slowly lowered as her chiselled traps relaxed, her head dropping to her chest as she began to remember Stephanie's kindness the previous evening. She dropped to her knees and, placing her elegant hands onto her thick, muscular thighs, took a slow, deep breath. She held it of a few seconds before measuredly blowing it out, forcing her heart to slow down.

Stephanie gingerly sat up, still nervous, both from the domineering display a few moments earlier and from the fact that her slender frame was still clothed only in the skimpy underwear she had gone to sleep in. Seeing a warmth fill Teela's eyes settled her and she felt confident enough to swing her legs out of the bed and stand up. Teela stood up in kind, looking to Stephanie for cues, smoothing the duvet flat apologetically, a small pang of shame for her over reaction to what she now assumed to be a wake up alarm sitting heavily in the back of her mind. Stephanie paused at the window, looking out at the ship marooned on her lawn. Teela appeared beside her and peered down too, assessing the state of the battered little craft.

Teela grimaced as she took in the sight, a quiet moan of anguish issuing from her lips. She hoped the damage was just superficial, but the possibility of being marooned on this unknown planet was beginning to dawn on her. Stephanie placed a sympathetic hand on Teela's broad back, feeling utterly helpless to aid her guest. As Teela wistfully looked back at Stephanie, she squeezed the mass of muscle in her palm tenderly and said "Nothing we can do about it just now, how about we have breakfast?". Teela looked blankly back, her full lips slowly parting as she tried to fathom the meaning. Stephanie rolled her eyes and smiled to herself, "Food" she said softly, miming eating again. Teela turned to face Stephanie, her face lighting up, obviously buoyed by the consolation of sustenance.

Stephanie grabbed a large T-shirt from her wardrobe and pulled it on quickly. She realised Teela had been watching her dress with some curiosity. Teela was puzzled why Stephanie was so keen to cover up, not understanding her self consciousness. Stephanie eyed Teela's body, pondering if she had any clothes that would fit Teela. 'Five foot ten, maybe eleven?' Stephanie thought, judging Teela to be about the same height as herself, though her figure far thicker. She eyed her from her bare feet, up her toned, muscular legs, her chiselled waist and sculpted chest, the thick muscles bound around her arms... even the loosest clothes from her collection would be stretched to bursting point. Presently Teela wore nothing more than the pair of tight shorts and a rather skimpy vest top which she had been prised out of her space suit wearing, showing off her most of her flawless skin. She paused at the thought of seeing Teela's biceps erupting through the sleeves of one of her T-shirts, imagining the dense mass of muscle flexing, bulging with power as the material stretched over it before the stitching gave way. Maybe she had some spare clothes from her photo shoots that would fit. Teela looked on hopefully, turning her powerful shoulders towards the door to imply her readiness to go. Stephanie smiled back and took her hand before leading Teela downstairs to the kitchen area.


Teela followed Stephanie with surprising timidity into the kitchen, needing to be ushered to the stool she had occupied just last night, wincing from the bright lights now illuminating the kitchen. She gazed adoringly at Stephanie as she set about preparing breakfast, Stephanie making a mental note to order a food delivery from the supermarket, her food stores noticeably diminished. As Stephanie stretched up into the cupboards Teela watched on, captivated, admiring her toned, elegant legs as she moved quickly around the kitchen. She particularly admired the firm curves of Stephanie's tight butt, delighting every time she bent down into one of the low cabinets as the long shirt rode up onto the small of her back. Seeing the pert spheres of smooth skin tensing and relaxing at the top of her untanned legs gave Teela a quiet thrill. Feeling her own chest becoming tense with excitement, Teela looked around the room to distract herself lest she become overexcited. Her eyes were however immediately drawn to a pair of very large greyscale photographs hung on the wall.

Teela sat, her mouth agape as she ogled the pieces of art. The subject of each were top-tier bodybuilders, photographed in greyscale and printed to actual size showing off their stunning physiques from mid thigh to neck.
The left of the two pieces was a male, draped in larger muscles that Teela had ever seen on any humanoid. The model stood at a slight angle to the camera, one arm straight down by his side, showing off a colossal set of triceps set beneath the massive overhang of his deltoid muscles as they were pulled into his chest by his thick pectoral muscles. His other arm was curled up low in front of his chest, showing off biceps that were bigger than Teela's entire upper arm. Teela's marvelled at every striation, every vein marbling every inch of his muscle packed frame.
The other pictured a female bodybuilder of stunning size. Her musculature was only slightly less than the male's, the bulging mounds of muscle jutting under her skin full and hard. She stood in an impressive front lat spread position displaying a perfect symmetry in the two sides of her physique. The pose showed off the woman's huge globular shoulders, thick triceps and biceps throbbing beneath them. Her forearms were tapered columns of power, ending in surprisingly delicate looking wrists and manicured hands. Her pronounced lats framed her enormous pectoral muscles, lending them depth and breadth. The breasts that swelled out from the model's thick chest were similarly bulbous, each one barely contained as they threatened to burst open the minuscule top of her posing suit. Each of the model's abdominals were full and defined, pressed up against each other, her obliques similarly impressive. Her hips widened impressively below her core muscles, accommodating the gargantuan quadriceps beneath, lending her massive body a stunning hourglass shape that retained a distinctly feminine quality. The female model's muscles appeared to be even better conditioned than the male model's, her body showing striations that were even more defined in places. Her vascularity showed crisply over every one of her engorged muscles, a network of veins running underneath her skin pressed out by the force of the pumped, steely muscle flexing beneath.

At Stephanie's touch, Teela found herself standing by the counter adjacent to the artwork before she realised she had been staring, overawed by the mountains of muscle depicted in the side by side pictures. "You okay Teela?" she inquired, gently squeezing her bicep. Teela blushed, embarrassed to be caught so visibly aroused, her cheeks flushing purple in the warm light of the kitchen. Stephanie squeezed again more firmly to get Teela's attention, before nuzzling her nose against a firm, blue shoulder as if to show appreciation for her physique. In truth, Stephanie was far more impressed than she let show; she could see a small difference in Teela's physique even from last night. Having seen her devour so much in her exhausted, emaciated state it was hardly surprising to find that Teela's body had swollen fractionally, reinvigorated by the wealth of nutrients, fluids and protein, her body feeling harder and larger.

Teela gratefully sat back down realising that food had been laid out, Stephanie sitting at the next stool beside her. The pair leisurely ate, Stephanie naming each food as Teela gestured at it. No longer in her hunger driven craze, she was now savouring the food on offer, enjoying it immensely. Her hunger sated, Teela became distracted, glancing in the direction of her ship with increasing frequency.

The pair having finished eating, Teela led Stephanie towards the lounge doors leading out to the patio and motioned to her ship, collecting the wrist mounted computer she had discarded the night before on the way. She thought for a few moments before performing a series of gestures. Stephanie got the gist that Teela wanted to move her ship to somewhere under a roof to keep it out of the rain. Stephanie picked up her phone from the counter and opened the door, using an app to remotely open one of the car doors on the multi-car garage. Teela bounded outside, her bare feet springing over the wet stone as she bounded out through the drizzle to her craft. She quickly clambered back into the cockpit and began checking it's systems to see what was still functional. Stephanie pulled on a long, hooded jacket and a pair of running shoes and approached the ship, bracing against the light shower. The ship shuddered and whined as motors struggled to deploy the landing gear. With an audibly frustrated growl Teela vaulted out of the ship, fiddling with the display on her wrist computer.

Teela looked to Stephanie and pointed to a button on the screen, "Dai" she stated, miming tapping a glowing button on the screen, appearing to be a top down schematic of the small craft. Stephanie had the computer thrust into her hands as Teela walked over to the nose of the craft, her petite feet squelching across the wet grass. She placed her hands under the lip of the prow and planted her feet wide apart in the sodden turf. She began to hyperventilate, growling loudly to herself as she psyched herself up. Her body tensed, her muscles beginning to swell as her body pumped up. Stephanie watched the water dripping slowly down Teela's body intently, droplets tracing the contours of her skin slowly. With her thick back spread wide, tiger like striping was revealed, running from the back of her head, down her spine, splaying out, tendrils of the darker blue reaching out to her traps and obliques. Stephanie had missed the details in in the darkness last night and wondered if there were any other tattoos hidden beneath the now sodden clothes clinging to Teela's body.

Teela looked at Stephanie fiercely for a moment, nodded and yelled "DAI!". Stephanie tapped the screen and the icon changed colour, warbling a quiet chime in response. At the same time Teela let out a furious scream as her whole body heaved against the nose of her craft. With the motors of the landing gear whining, the nose slowly began climb, powered upward by Teela's powerful legs. Stephanie watched as Teela's shoulders and triceps swelled and throbbed as they pressed her hands skyward. With a loud clang the landing gear locked in to place and the ship settled. Teela screamed triumphantly at the now raised cockpit, throwing an intense crab flex pose at the machine as she exuded pride and confidence in her accomplishment.

She beckoned Stephanie closer as she walked towards the back of the ship, pointing out another icon on the screen, situated much further back. Stephanie nodded back, still astonished at Teela's apparent strength as she giddily walked beside the blue beauty. She tried to rationalise the feat; how heavy was the ship? Was most of the weight further back? How much was down to the motor? It was hard to quantify how much Teela was contributing... but it still looked tremendously impressive.

Teela stopped at the lip of the gouged turf behind the craft, surveying the waterlogged ground. She stepped through the muddy pools of water filling the scars in the ground until she stood beneath the rear of the craft. She planted her feet again, water slopping around her ankles as she felt for solid footing, determination scrawled across her face as she began to snarl at the engine section. Stephanie watched as Teela began to shake out her limbs, flexing her muscles to pump herself up again. She stretched her arms wide and slowly curled her wrists towards her ears, her biceps trembling as they strained against her triceps. Holding her limbs in a double biceps pose, her chest spread wide, her breasts heaving and falling in the rain with each huge breath she took, Teela roared at the sky above her, adrenaline surging through body. Suddenly slapping her hands under the bulk of the craft she glanced at Stephanie before powering her body against the craft.

Stephanie pressed the icon and motors once again whined into action. Teela's glutes and quads exploded to a new fullness, trembling with exertion as they swelled anew. Striations and veins became prominent as she heaved against the ship. For long seconds the ship remained still, until finally the rear of the craft began to inch slowly upward. Teela's shoulders and biceps shuddering as she curled her arms to lift the craft. She and screamed in defiance of her burden, her back arched, every muscle on it standing out, pushed out from her skin. She willed herself to keep pushing with every once of strength in her body despite the growing aching spreading through her body. As the craft reached the apex of her arms reach, she deftly dropped her hips lower to the ground underneath the rear of the ship and began pushing up again. Stephanie watched in awe as Teela again powered the ship up, her legs seemingly bigger than before. Her glutes were beginning to swallow the tight shorts between them as they heaved the weight above them. With one last scream the two sets of landing gear clanked in unison into place. Teela tried to step back, but found her feet had been driven into the mud several inches and immediately toppled backwards, wet mud bursting from beneath her as her body splashed down to the floor.

Stephanie started forwards to help Teela up. Teela lay panting in the wet mud, rain still falling mistily down and settling on her frame as she regained her breath. She looked up at Stephanie, admiring the way the long 'fur' growing from her head framed her delicate features, even soaked from the rain as it was now. She sat up and began to reach for the offered hand before realising she was covered in mud. She wiped her hand on her vest top leaving another muddy smear between her breasts. She took Stephanie's hand and heaved herself to her feet and steadying herself on the ship she prised her feet loose from the quagmire. Stephanie helped Teela from the mud and gave back the wrist computer, still awed from her display. Teela was beginning to feel the chill from the rain and mud, but ignored it as she began to tap commands into the computer. After a few seconds of tapping the ship began to move forwards, rolling over the wet ground with the familiar whine of motors. Teela wandered beside the craft, guiding it into the garage. Following it into the 'hangar' Teela guided the craft to a halt and beamed back at Stephanie, grateful for her help.

The wrist-nav bleeped incessantly and Teela tapped the screen in response, leaving Stephanie to look on. Looking over Teela's shoulder she tried to follow what Teela was typing in, but to no avail. Clueless, she stepped back and leaned against a work bench, waiting for Teela to finish. Teela stood for a while looking over the display and eventually looked up at Stephanie, puzzled. She keyed in a few more commands to the computer before miming the garage door closing. Stephanie obliged the request and pulled her phone out again, pointing out the app and the button in particular that opened and closed the door. Pressing it, the door lethargically rumbled closed, Teela watching the door and then a new graphic that had appeared on her display. As the door came to a heavy stop, Teela mimed the door opening again, to which Stephanie pressed the icon on her app and the door rumbled open once more. After consulting her computer again Teela let fly a mischievous grin and taking Stephanie's hand led her outside again. She held the wrist-nav for Stephanie to see and pressed an icon on screen. The garage door responded, grinding its way closed again. Stephanie looked at Teela, surprised, astonished that in a matter of seconds the wrist computer had overcome the encryption built into the app, custom built for security to prevent any would be thief from duplicating the open/close command. Teela blushed back hoping she wouldn't be admonished for the little trick, somewhat relieved to see Stephanie smile and gesture for them to go back inside.

They walked across the patio and Stephanie stepped inside, removing her coat and trainers. A   shiver trembled through her, glad to be back inside in the warmth of her home. She turned expecting Teela to have followed, but was shocked to see her standing outside stripping off her clothes. She stood squeezing out the muddy water from them using them to wipe of the mud from her skin. Stephanie watched dumb struck, marvelling at the glorious display of feminine muscle flexing and stretching in front of her, yet at the same time she was horrified at this sudden breach of social protocol. Her heart thundering with embarrassment, Stephanie reached out through the door and pulled Teela gently inside. Stephanie led her to the shower in the bathroom and reached into it, turning it on. She blushed profusely as she mimed through her instructions, unable to bring herself to look directly at Teela as she spoke. "Shower, umm, you go in, and wash, with this... sponge, it's for, umm, scrub- scrubbing, get yourself clean, umm- I uhh, temperature, hot this way, cold this way... I - I'll find, get you some clothes." and gestured for Teela to step in to the glass shower cubicle. Stephanie rushed past Teela before she could offer any protest and went in search of spare clothes.

Teela stood confused for a few moments, looking down at her body, trying to work out what had elicited this sudden change in her hosts attitude. Her filthy clothes still in one hand, she placed the wrist-nav from the other onto the counter and approached the shower, slowly dipping her hand into the powerful stream of water. Upon feeling the warm water cascading over her hand she stepped in excitedly, letting the hot water stream over body. She revelled in the first hot shower she'd had months, dropping her clothes to the floor and playing her hands over her hot, wet skin. A wave of pleasure rolled through her as she ran her hands over her smooth scalp, leaving her hands behind her head and stretching out elbows. Her pecs splayed wide as she arched her back, her abdominals stretching as she wiggled her hips gently from side to side. Relaxing her arms, she peered around the shower through the water and picked up the sponge. She brought it to her nose and smelled it, a wave of fruity smells drifting up her nose from it. She noticed it was starting to foam in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, excited by the sudden boost of whatever scented gel was secreted within. She massaged the sponge over her body, deeply pleased with the whole experience, marvelling at the way the fragrant smelling bubbles clung to her body.

After many minutes of devoted cleaning, the thought struck Teela that she couldn't tell if her back was clean. She leaned out of the shower and called "STEFONEE?". Moments later she appeared at the door, now wearing a baggy pair of jogging bottoms too as she shuffled in with a pair of towels and a bundle of clothing, still looking resolutely at the floor.

"Stefonee!" Teela stated firmly, causing her to look Teela in the eye. "Eet-soh-kaye" she said softly as she tried to mimic her words, smiling at the blushing human trembling in the doorway. She held up the sponge, straining to reach the centre of her back this way and that, unable to reach it properly. She twisted her torso so that her back was visible to Stephanie, and looking over her shoulder offered the sponge to Stephanie. Stephanie hesitated, but gave in to Teela's pleading expression. She dropped the bundle next to the sink and nervously walked over to the shower, taking the sponge off Teela who retreated back into the shower. Stephanie gently rubbed the sponge over the last few dirty spots hiding in the recesses between her lats and her traps, awed by the huge muscles arrayed in front of her. Smoothing the last bubbles off Teela's skin with her hand, satisfied that there was no mud left, she handed the sponge back. As Stephanie turned away, Teela fiddled with the shower unit to turn it off. Stephanie draped a large towel about Teela's shoulder and quickly wrapped another about her waist. She mimed for Teela to dry herself and drop towels in the hamper, pointed at the clean clothes and quickly exited the bathroom again.

Stephanie went to the couch and still flustered picked up her laptop. She tried to concentrate on the article she had been writing for the magazine, but struggled to keep her focus. Luckily there was very little that needed finishing beside a little reorganising and proof reading, and after a few minutes she began to slip mentally back into work mode. Attaching the completed article to an email, she began to type up the email for her editor Frank. Teela stepped out of the bathroom looking a little concerned as she smoothed down the loose sweater and bottoms she was wearing. Stephanie smiled, desperately trying to hide her feelings of inadequacy and resolved to finish her email quickly. Teela sat down on the couch next to Stephanie, her weight causing the couch cushions to shift, drawing Stephanie slightly towards her. Stephanie finished the email and sent it off, closing the laptop and turning back to Teela.

Teela looked back concerned and the Smile wavered from Stephanie's face. After a pause, Teela gestured to her body hidden beneath the newly donned clothes, then Stephanie's face and looked contentedly off into space. She then pulled her sleeve up, flexed her biceps, causing it to bulge out against her skin. She gestured to Stephanie's now blushing face and then imitated her anxious blushes, looking anywhere around the room. Finally she cocked her head quizzically at Stephanie, hoping for some kind of explanation to the sudden aversion. Stephanie blushed even harder, trying to work out how to explain the issue. After what seemed like an eternity of Teela waiting expectantly, her gaze locked unflinchingly on Stephanie, she couldn't bare the tension, the expectation, the confusion. She lunged for Teela's arm, yanked the sleeve back up over her biceps and planted a passionate kiss on the huge mound of muscle. After a few seconds she sat back, pulled up her own sleeve to reveal her own slender arm and tried to flex her muscles. With little movement visible she looked back desperately at Teela's arm and then despairingly back to her own before jerking the sleeve back down in disgust, slumping back into the couch as she tried to fight back the bitter tears welling in her eyes.

Teela sat gazing at Stephanie, perplexed. She closed her eyes as it dawned on her, feeling utterly stupid as she worked out why Stephanie had been so uncomfortable. Teela leaned over to her and gently took hold of her wrist, before rolling up the sleeve to reveal the slender arm beneath. Stephanie tried to protest but Teela looked deep into her eyes, a mixture of warmth and determination staring back. Pushing the cuff up to Stephanie's shoulder she gazed adoringly at the slender limber, before gently kissing up the length of her arm, her soft lips tenderly caressing the smooth, pale skin. As she came to the top of her arm, she pulled her head back a few inches to gaze lovingly at the limb as she slid her hands up and down the length of Stephanie's arm. Teela gazed into her eyes approvingly and nodded briefly at the upper arm, suggesting ...something. Stephanie sat confused, her brow crooked under the weight of shame and confusion. Teela smiled knowingly before lowering her head and lifting up the waistline of Stephanie's sweater. Stephanie squirmed as Teela began gently kissing back and forth across her stomach at a slow and leisurely pace, tenderly nuzzling her navel with her nose before she stopped. Stephanie looked a little uncomfortable, both aroused and ashamed by the goddess with her arms draped around her waist. Teela slid her hands firmly down the outside of Stephanie's hips, down her thighs and stopped above her knee, gently squeezing them before sliding her hands back up to Stephanie's waistband, toying with it in her fingers. Raising an eyebrow, Teela looked up over Stephanie's heaving bust to her delicate face, and gestured again at her arm. Stephanie looked at her arm, and kissed it quickly, a little embarrassed by the act.

Teela joyously squealed and bounced up towards Stephanie's face, hugging her tightly. She cradled Stephanie's arm in her hand and kissed it again, nodding at it to suggest Stephanie kiss it again more enthusiastically. Stephanie complied, feeling ridiculous to be 'worshipping' an arm with such slender muscles, but Teela's enthusiasm was infectious and after a few more exchanges Stephanie began to giggle to herself. "Stop, stop-stop, okay! Hee-hee-hee!" she laughed as Teela pecked dozens of kisses over her arm. Stephanie placed her hands and Teela's face and pulled her head to her own, kissing her on the lips as passionately as she dared. Teela was initially taken aback, but quickly reciprocated, her powerful body suddenly pressed against Stephanie's. Their embrace lasted several minutes, quiet moans of pleasure punctuating their intimate exchange.

Stephanie stopped to catch her breath, and Teela shifted her weight from on top of her to sit by her side. She inquisitively placed her hands on Stephanie's upper arm, her fingers interlocked and her palms pressed gently against Stephanie's arm. She expanded her fingers as if around suddenly growing biceps and looked at Stephanie, trying to gauge how muscular Stephanie wished to be. Stephanie moved Teela's fingers to leave them encompassing a void of several inches above her arm. Teela grinned at the thought of such enormous muscles adorning her arm and wondered if Stephanie knew how to use the gym equipment in the next room, and how easy it might be for her to start changing her physique.

Struck by a thought, Teela held Stephanie's shoulders firmly for a second before dashing off to the kitchen. Stephanie sat patiently until Teela came back, glass of water in hand, swilling her mouth out with a mouthful before swallowing it. She offered the glass to Stephanie, intimating for her to do the same. Rinsing her mouth out, Teela motioned for her to kneel on the couch, facing towards her. Stephanie placed the glass down on the coffee table and turning back found Teela mirroring her position on the couch. Teela sat still, then opened her mouth, pointed into one side of her mouth, then the other, and then closed her mouth, placing her hand firmly over her mouth to hold it closed. She held her hand there for several seconds, her eyes imploring the importance of the gesture to Stephanie. As Stephanie nodded her understanding Teela took hold of Stephanie's hands and slowed her breathing. After a short pause Teela leaned forwards, gently opened Stephanie's mouth and slipped her tongue into Stephanie's mouth. She ran the tip of her tongue slowly and gently, back and forth against the inside of Stephanie's cheek, before switching to the other and repeating the process. Teela then sat back on the couch, her eyes closed. Stephanie immediately thought to ask questions, but closed her mouth, gazing intently as Teela. She couldn't see that Teela was playing the end of her tongue against her the inside of her gums immediately behind her lower front teeth. She was concentrating intensely, her eyes searching around behind her closed eyes, her head tilting this way and that.

After a minute of this Teela's breathing began to speed up, her chest heaving more forcefully with each passing moment. Her hands began to feel along Stephanie's arms, kneading gently into her flesh around her elbows. It felt to Stephanie like she was searching out each and every muscle, tendon and ligament, feeling out even her bones. Teela's eyes never opened, but she leaned forward again, her hands beginning to slide around Stephanie's body, feeling out every inch of her. Stephanie resisted the urge to interrupt, part of her enjoying the hands massaging her body, part of her worried to break whatever train of thought was running through Teela's head. Teela was becoming more agitated by the moment and she slid one of Stephanie's legs out from under her to knead at the flesh on her leg. Stephanie watched on, determined to enjoy whatever this was, pushing down the worried thoughts beginning to well up in her mind. Teela leaned forward, her hands resting on Stephanie's hips before her eyes burst open. She stared at Stephanie in quiet awe before grinning in elated disbelief. Teela reached forwards and placed her hands back on her upper arm as before, but this time she expanded her fingers to encompass a sphere at least as big as Stephanie's head.

Stephanie wryly smiled back, confused as to what exactly she meant. Was Teela suggesting potential? Did she have some magical device like her healing tool that would give her enormous muscles? Was this wishful thinking? Stephanie was hopeful that whatever she meant was good news, though as much as Teela tried to explain herself, her meaning was lost. Teela's excited gesturing finally ebbed, replaced by a doe-eyed calm.

Stephanie's phone buzzed as a text message arrived. Stephanie groaned, and picked it up, scrolling with growing displeasure as she read through Frank's comments on her piece. She reopened her laptop with a weary sigh, booted it up and reloaded her article, planning the changes demanded by her pedantic oaf of an editor. While she tapped her fingers restlessly on the keyboard, Teela slumped gently against Stephanie, cuddling up to her to get a   better look at the photos in the article. Stephanie cooed at the touch of the warm body, but resolved to stay focussed on her article. Her fingers flew across the keys in fits and starts as she made her alterations. Every time she moved the view far enough across the article to show another photo, Teela began to purr softly against her ear.

Hours passed, and by the time Stephanie was eventually satisfied with her amendments she realised that Teela had drifted off into a peaceful slumber on her shoulder. Resending the article to Frank she slipped the laptop onto the floor and teased out a blanket from beside the couch, awkwardly draping it over the pair. She turned on the TV and waited for the next set of demands from Frank, but wrapped in the arms of the alien beauty, heat radiating from her body, Stephanie became drowsy and eventually surrendered herself to the growing desire to join her.


Teela woke late in the evening, roused by hunger and the scent of something delicious wafting through the lounge. A gentle sizzling muffled the TV as Teela regained her bearings. She yawned heavily as she stretched reaching for her wrist-nav to check its status.. Her calm restful demeanour was abruptly ended as she read through some of the data it had been compiling. Teela baulked at the quantity of information it was attempting to sort through, that she could possibly need in order to coexist here. She rubbed the back of her neck in memory of previous uploads... they had been far smaller in terms of size that this, would she even be able to cope with it? How much would be cut out, or would she have to make multiple uploads?

Her worries were interrupted as Stephanie spotted her from the kitchen and called out "Hey Teela, Food! Come and get it!". Beckoning her over, Teela placed the computer down and sluggishly sauntered over to join Stephanie. She realised how much her body ached from her earlier exertions, her muscles feeling an angry soreness, protesting with each movement. Teela allowed herself to focus on the meal and trying to remember the names of the food Stephanie had prepared, devouring the sizeable meal in short order.

Sated, the pair ambled back to Stephanie's bed and clambered in. Teela slipped her arms around Stephanie's shoulders, guiding the young woman's body against her own. Stephanie's head rested on Teela's upper arm as if it were a pillow, Teela's bust gently pressed against Stephanie's shoulders as she spooned the slender woman. As Teela began to purr and drift off once again, Stephanie played her fingers over Teela's powerful forearms, longingly caressing the dense musculature. 'It must be incredible to have this kind of body. Strong enough to lift a freaking jet plane! I need to start using my gym.... I wonder if Teela could give me some pointers?'

Suddenly thoughts of lifting massive weights with Teela filled her mind, imagining massive muscles bulging out of every inch of her body as she toyed with huge weights as if they were nothing, Teela delighting in Stephanie's effortless displays of might. Stephanie let her weight settle into Teela's and began to dream of what might be...

[UnholyDk1103]

Chapter 3
New Experiences
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Teela ran through the corridors of the Pride of the Pantheon, desperately searching for her room. She stopped crewman Penw'wah to plead "Where's my cabin?", but when turned back to her, his face was an empty void. "Why should I help you? You abandoned us." Teela reeled back from his words as he sank into the floor. As she darted through the cold, metal corridors, the wall tore away and a thousand black shapes flung their clawed arms toward her, limbs wrapping around her body as they pulled her towards the cold vacuum of space. She screamed and slammed her front door behind her as she ran towards her mother's kitchen. "They're trying to get me!" she screamed to her mother as she entered. Her mother turned from Commander Teraenu who was comforting her, staring up from her seat at the table. "I can't help you. You didn't tell anyone where you were going! How will I be able to bury you? Who will guide your spirit to Nirvana?" she spoke. Teela stared at the pair and tried to argue but had to pull a dark shape from her mouth. As it slapped onto the floor Commander Teraenu stated "She is such a disappointment, it's no wonder she couldn't stop the Faetons from destroying the ship."

Teela bellowed at him to shut up and immediately her childhood home twisted away from her, spiralling away to the gloom below. As she turned around she found herself confronted by a massive Faeton warlord, sat on a throne at the top of a tower they now shared. He snarled commands into a radio unit, demanding his army come to his throne room to kill the intruder. "No, you mustn't, I'm a good girl" she begged. The Faeton laughed and snarled as his henchmen clambered through the darkened windows, closing in around her, hatred emanating from their eyes.

Teela tried to back away but found herself pressed against the wall as the horde advanced. The Warlord unsheathed an enormous axe and began to laugh, as he closed in on her. Teela tried to scream but her arms had wrapped around her mouth leaving her unable to speak or move. As the Warlord raised the axe high above his head, ready to deliver the death blow, Teela woke up-


Teela yelped as she flinched under the duvet, blinking her self awake. She found herself alone in the bed, her arms having wrapped themselves around a pillow as they reached for a comforting form in the terror of her dream. She glanced around the room, her eyes straining to acclimatise to the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. She felt hurt, alone and abandoned. She couldn't remember the last time she had woken up alone and finding herself in the still unfamiliar house didn't help. She gripped the pillows tightly hoping to feel some sense of comfort, but it did nothing more than emphasise her loneliness . Whimpering, she threw back the covers and staggered out of bed towards the door. She blundered down the corridor to the stairs in her drowsy state and thumped noisily down them, wiping away the tears welling in her eyes.

Stephanie had woken up early in the morning with the eagerness of a child at Christmas. She had been sat watching tutorial videos on diet and exercises online and was scribbling down notes here and there, putting together her own exercise regimen. She looked up at sound of the heavy footfalls, feeling a quiet joy warm her soul at the thought of Teela's presence. She recalled looking at Teela's sleeping form when she had woken earlier, the serene look on her face had only enhanced her angelic beauty. She had decided not to disturb her guest, leaving her to purr quietly to herself. Feeling new enthusiasm and waking next to this source of inspiration had pushed her to get up and start her transformation.

She smiled warmly in the direction of the stair case in anticipation of Teela's appearance, but was shocked to see the blue goddess looking close to tears. She quickly placed her laptop onto the coffee table and rushed over to Teela, overcome with concern. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" she cooed as she slid her arms about Teela's thick shoulders.

Teela stared back confused as Stephanie tenderly wiped a tear from her cheek; For a Dollath to wake up alone having been abandoned by those they went to sleep with was considered something of an insult, so to be suddenly greeted with compassion was immensely confusing. Perhaps this was just a cultural difference, or maybe this Stephanie was just unusual. Feeling the warm hand come affectionately to rest on her face, Teela's lip began to quiver and rather than be seen mewling like a child she buried her head into the crook of Stephanie's neck and squeezed her tightly. Teela held Stephanie tightly, her powerful body coiled around her host, where they stood entwined until Teela had calmed herself, stifling her whimpers.

Stephanie ushered Teela to the kitchen, motioning for her to help herself to her dwindling stores. She collected her laptop from the coffee table and joined Teela, directing the screen for Teela's viewing. As Teela's weight eased onto the stool adjacent, Stephanie fiddled with various tabs in her browser, giddy with anticipation as she decided how to explain what she had been doing since getting up. She began to show pages of workout regimes, diagrams of various exercises and dietary suggestions. She pulled her sleeve up sheepishly, tapped her slim arm disappointedly, mimicked a few bicep curls and then flexed the slender biceps beneath with a grin. Teela began to understand why Stephanie had slipped away and her mood mellowed. She played out the exercises in her mind, thinking through what exact effect they would have on Stephanie, picking at her cereal absent mindedly and losing herself to fantasy. When Teela came round from her tantalising thoughts, she realised Stephanie was staring at her expectedly. 'Now?' Teela thought, her face lighting up. Teela smiled, and quickly assessed the remaining food on the table. She quickly grabbed various meats and piled them on a plate before Stephanie, before pausing.

Teela hopped to her feet, moved around behind Stephanie and sliding her hands onto Stephanie's hips, lifted her off the stool. She gently hefted Stephanie up and down in front of her, her biceps swelling and stretching as she bobbed the young woman up and down. Satisfied that she had gotten the measure of Stephanie's weight, Teela placed her back on to her stool and grabbed a few extra items to add to Stephanie's breakfast. Stephanie looked at the pile of food before her, almost as much as she would eat in a day. "All of it?" she asked, playing her hands in circles around the heavily laden plate. Teela grinned and picked up a piece of chicken, offering it to Stephanie's full, trembling lips. Stephanie took the piece in her teeth and teased it into her mouth with her lips, stifling a giggle as she did so.

Teela pointed at the laptop, an inquisitive glance asking if she could play around with it and look through the pages. Stephanie slid the laptop closer and demonstrated some of the features. The pair sat eating and browsing until Stephanie finally finished. At this point Teela bounded away from the table and cradling the laptop, plunged into the home gym. Stephanie followed to the door to see Teela inspecting the weight machines, and comparing them to the on-screen diagrams with great enthusiasm. Stephanie watched for a few moments, gazing over Teela in quiet wonder, admiring the speed and grace with which she darted between the equipment, peering, bending, exploring the machines with incredible agility. Teela grinned with glee as she danced around the sizeable room, obviously impressed at the size for the room and the range of equipment therein. Stephanie reluctantly turned away and sauntered off to shower and dress for the day's activities.

Teela meanwhile decided to give the machines a test. She stripped off the sweater she wore to reveal a skimpy tank top borrowed from Stephanie's collection and stretched out her muscles. Her legs tormented the jogging pants wrapped tightly around her massive legs and the vest top seemed barely able to envelop the enormity of her heaving bust as it stretched around her thickly muscled back. She slid into the seat of one of the machines and placed the pin near the top of the stack of weights. Wrapping her palms around the handles either side of her head she tapped her fingers against the rubber grips. Effortlessly, she pressed the handles above her head, her shoulders rolling up to kiss against her ears as she reached the top of the rep. She brought the handles back down slowly, admiring the motion of the steel arms, the descent of the heavy plates, the swell of her arms.

She reached back for the pin, slipped it out and replaced it halfway down the stack and gripped the handles once again. Rolling her shoulders back and forth to limber up the chiselled globes of muscle, she prepared to lift the substantial weight. Her eyes narrowed as she stared through the far wall, her mind focussed on her form. Her body became taut, her muscles firming up in anticipation.

With a soft grunt she powered her arms up – too quickly. The weights clanked loudly as they leapt up and smashed against each other. Teela caught the weights up high with an embarrassed yelp, giggling as she brought the load back down. The weight felt like something approaching her own body weight, but obviously it wasn't challenging enough. She slipped the pin down the stack another quarter and slapped her hands around the grips with relish. She fidgeted in the seat, unable to contain her anticipation, tensing her triceps and shoulders as a confident smirk began to take hold of her pouting lips. Unleashing her power she heaved the weights up, her arms struggling momentarily before they slid the stack up to its apex. Gasping, she brought the weight down low and heaved it back up, striations quickly becoming visible over her shoulders and triceps as they pumped up. She pressed out rep after rep, elated at the sensations bursting through her arms. After a dozen more repetitions her arms began to tire and her shoulders burned. She strained against the burden, her arms quaking, shuddering, inching the weight up, but her progress slowed until the weight stopped.

Teela's chest heaved as she panted under the weight, her whole body growing fuller moment by moment, her blood pressure soaring beneath her skin, subtle vascularity appearing under the surface of her soft, flawless skin. As the feeling of power and energy thrummed through her body she felt herself becoming sexually charged, the sensation amplified by the visible swelling of her bust as it pressed out against the confines of her top. Giving her self over to her lusting instincts she breathed a sensual, quavering moan and renewed her efforts to press the handles, a surge of adrenaline fuelling the lift as the stack shuddered its last and lurched up to the top.

Teela held the weight aloft, breathing deeply, proud of this little test. She glanced at herself in the large wall mirror, admiring her sculpted body as it heaved and swelled with her breath. The Pride of the Pantheon had no exercise equipment like this, just a mid-size common area and she had felt her body slowly weakening over the course of her tour aboard. She thought it strange that the Dollath had mastered so many things, but as a culture had rejected the idea of bodybuilding, deeming it unnecessary, a burden on the individual, almost an aberration. Yet here, on this planet, the first alien she had met not only viewed others from her species that practised bodybuilding positively, but entertained them in her own home, dedicating a large room to the art. She slid the weight back down to rest, acutely aware of her aching deltoid muscles, yet feeling a deeply satisfying tension through them on which she lingered for a short while.

The sensation sparked her memory back to the day she had first felt her attraction to muscular physiques. She had been entering adolescence, visiting her aunt across the other side of her home town back on Dolla. Teela had been planning to ask for approval to stay with her Aunt's communal group while she attended the nearby school. She had stood on the balcony listening to her aunt go over the rules of the house. Teela had been enthusiastic and attentive, promising to ingratiate herself to the members of the household. Convinced, her aunt Gelein had told Teela to wait while she raised the matter with the rest of the household and that she would come back with their decision.

At first she had seated herself at the small table on the balcony, reading the books she would be using at the school and soaking in the sunshine, but she had quickly become distracted and taken to watching the people going about their lives in the street below. From her vantage point she looked down on the bustle, fascinated by the lives playing out beneath her. The people were largely dressed in brightly coloured garments that were light weight, short cut and generally somewhat revealing. At this latitude the temperature was generally warm and pleasant, the Dollath happy to show off their fit, slim bodies. There was little variation in body types thanks to the genetic engineering that had long ago been determined to be in the best interests of society. So it was that Teela found her eyes drawn to a large figure, trudging through the street in the gutter of the road.

The figure was clad in heavy clothing and heavier equipment, the thick jacket and cargo pants set with dull metal plating. They carried a heavy pack on their shoulders and their torso was slung with a great many bandoliers and equipment belts. As the broad male plodded slowly down the street passers by stopped to nod their appreciation, some stopping to place their palm on the soldier's shoulder and exchange a few words. The soldier nodded solemnly back in return, his eyes seemingly incapable of expressing anything beyond a world weary tiredness.

Teela spied down on him from her vantage point on the first floor, fascinated by the exchanges. His heavily gloved hand reached up to wipe the sweat from his scalp as he crossed the narrow street and entered the building opposite. Teela peered through its windows as the figure entered a storage room and began to shed layer after layer of gear. She had expected him to be wearing many layers beneath his jacket to fill out his bulk, so when the jacket fell away to expose his chest she was stunned. The male's chest was easily half as broad again as any other man she had ever seen. She stared, enraptured as his muscles moved beneath his skin, swelling, contracting as he stowed his equipment. After stripping himself of his attire, he offered a small prayer to the powers and stepped into a shower to clean himself. All the while Teela marvelled at his body, logging every inch of his figure in her mind with humble admiration.

When he disappeared from sight, Teela found herself alone to dwell on her thoughts. She had listened to many other Dollath speaking about the hardships of a Guardian's life, always speaking about the terrible hardships they endured for the good of all. To be muscular was to proclaim oneself as a protector, one who would endure the burdens and labours that the average Dollath could not. Guardians primarily patrolled the borders of settlements large and small to keep away dangerous wildlife, but were also the police and first responders for any time of need, but no one envied them. She had never heard anyone speak of wishing to become like them and most Guardians chose the path to make up for some past terrible deed or to escape from some great anguish they had suffered.

They were honoured and pitied for their life of dedication, yet when had Teela looked at him she saw a being to aspire to. In those moments she first felt the yearning to aspire to his example, a strange, passionate sensation washing through her body. She trembled at the thought of his strength with a longing unlike anything she had known, his superiority quietly thrilling her. A drive had gripped her on that day and every day since when she thought about any being possessed of great strength.

Snapping back to the home gym, she opened her eyes. When she thought of that Guardian she still felt the tingle, but as her physique had neared her recollection of his, the sensation had lessened. She eyed her own body seated in the machine thoughtfully, firmly playing her fingers in the deep separations in her quads, tensing the sculpted masses atop her thighs with growing pride. 'I will surpass him someday' she smirked to herself, 'especially with machines like these'. She played her eyes around the room deciding which one to use next and slipped out of her seat.

To her surprise Stephanie sauntered into the room while she was deciding, her damp hair now tied back into a ponytail. Teela was glad to see Stephanie adorned in nothing more than a T-shirt and yoga shorts as the tight clothes hugged her figure, showing off her slender, feminine curves. "Hey, having fun Teela?" she questioned rhetorically, stretching out her limbs. Teela beckoned her over to the bicep curl machine and guided her into the seat. "Starting right away huh?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly with a hint of trepidation. Teela pulled the pin from the stack, appraised Stephanie's arm and pushed the pin into the third plate. As Stephanie prepared to curl the weight Teela noticed how anxious Stephanie looked. She slid her hands to the underside of Stephanie's wrists, gently cradling them and trying to reassure Stephanie.

With a soft moan Stephanie pulled against the handles, the weight lurching upwards. Stephanie grimaced as she tried to bring the weight to the end of the rep, biting her lip as it slowed to a stop. Teela pressed softly against her wrists to help her the rest of the way, keeping her form steady. Looking overwhelmed already Stephanie lowered her arms for the next rep, but even with Teela's aid she was finding the weight too much and tried to let the stack fall. Teela caught her arms and implored her to keep pulling, but Stephanie seemed determined to lower the weight. Seeing the deflated look in her eyes, Teela took hold of Stephanie's hands. Stephanie felt silly, the weight she was lifting seemed pathetically small in comparison to what Teela must have been lifting and embarrassment gnawed at her. Teela realised she had to change this timid attitude if Stephanie was to make any progress.

She walked over to the mirrored wall and tapped the floor next to her with her foot whilst looking at Stephanie who, after a pause, reluctantly joined her to stare dejectedly at her reflection. Teela stood proud, her stance showing off her powerful physique. She squeezed her powerful shoulders back and inhaled deeply, her chest swelling outwards and up. She turned her thighs out to the mirror, enhancing the silhouette of her rippling quads and hamstrings. Letting out a growing growl, she raised her arms to show off her bulbous biceps, curling her hands towards her ears. As her triceps jutted down beneath her split biceps she clenched her abs and obliques down, causing sharp separations to form between each throbbing segment. The longer and louder she growled the harder she flexed, every muscle in her body growing fractionally larger by the second. Stephanie backed off, unnerved by Teela's threatening display. As Teela ran out of breath she lowered her arms, breathily staring her reflection down, confidence exuding from her. After a few moments she looked to Stephanie to gesture her to follow suit, but seeing Stephanie almost flinch from her gaze made her pause.

Teela let her shoulders drop from their tense, coiled position and gave a wry smile. Teela walked over and placed her hands on Stephanie's trembling shoulders, turning her to face the mirror. Teela's breasts pressed gently into Stephanie's back as she teased the quivering shoulders back. With firm fingers, she moved Stephanie's head so that it was held high and tugged at the yoga shorts to make Stephanie widen her stance. Teela embraced Stephanie, delicately nestling her head onto the right of the two dainty trapezius muscles in front of her. She began to breath loudly and slowly, her hands gently teasing Stephanie's obliques in and out to encourage her to breathe in tandem. Stephanie felt Teela begin to purr approvingly against her shoulder as Teela's hands cupped her elbows to raise her arms up. Teela eyed her self in the mirror and let out a soft growl, baring her teeth for a moment before nuzzling Stephanie's cheek. Her soft, purple eyes gazed adoringly at Stephanie, flicking to the reflection with a raise of her eyebrows before settling back on Stephanie.

Stephanie leaned back into Teela, feeling her strength, her warmth, letting Teela's confidence flow into her. Her expression hardened as she glowered into the mirror at herself, her green eyes narrowing, teeth clenching, she began to feel her frustrations vent as she snarled at the 'weak, skinny girl' looking back. Defiantly she flexed her arms, her slender biceps hardening, trembling beneath the thin layer of fat that smoothed the contours of her skin. Feeding off Teela's support, Stephanie began to shiver from head to toe as she exerted herself, the muscles on her limbs and torso flexing as hard as she could make them. Teela caressed Stephanie's arms, affectionately sliding her fingers across the subtle curves formed by the modest biceps. Stephanie let out an angry roar as she stepped towards her reflection, her arms thrust straight down as she eyeballed herself.

"Peh-tan" Teela stated. Stephanie turned around, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Teela. Teela pounded her sternum with her fist, her chest thudding with a deep, powerful beat, before moving her thickly muscled arms into a crab flex. "Peh-tan" she repeated, steely self assurance gazing out at Stephanie. Smiling, she stepped forward, took Stephanie by the hand and led her back to the bicep curl machine. Settling her back into the seat, she placed her palm on Stephanie's chest, patting gently. Stephanie mumbled the word back to herself under her breath as she grabbed the handles, Teela's hands back cushioning her wrists.

Stephanie heaved the weight up again, faster than last time and not requiring any help from Teela. She pumped her arms, curling the top of the stack repeatedly. As her arms began to tire, Teela began to gently push, reducing the weight slightly. Stephanie's arms begged her to stop, but she struggled on, heaving with all the might she could muster. As her form became more ragged she found herself snarling through gritted teeth at the machine. She was determined not to let herself be beaten by the damned machine and she wanted more than anything to prove herself, not only to Teela, but to herself. Straining out the sixteenth repetition, the stack shuddering under her faltering control, Teela pressed a little harder, bringing a free hand to the top of the rep as a marker. Stephanie screamed with determination as she pulled the weight, her arms pumping lava through her veins. As the grips tapped against Teela's free hand, she withdrew it, motioning for Stephanie to hold the weights there. Stephanie bore down, gasping for breath, her whole body vibrating and sweating as she held.

Teela suddenly noticed that Stephanie's sleeves had ridden up her arms and was amazed at the size of bulge formed by her biceps. While only slightly larger than moments before by the mirror, it was noticeable that her arms had swollen larger, even if only by a centimetre. Teela felt herself flush with excitement, amazed at the expansion. She gazed at Stephanie's arms, looking at the beginning of visible muscle tone that had appeared in a single set, respect and admiration welling up in her chest for this beautiful woman. After Stephanie had held the grips for several long seconds, Teela began to ease off, guiding the handles slowly back down to let the weights gently touch down. Stephanie strained for a few moments after the weights kissed down before gasping deeply as the stress on her arms left and sensation returned. Her arms cramped up leaving her forearms shaking, pressed against her upper arm. "FUCKING HELL! Aaah, shit that hurts!" she grimaced.

Teela slid Stephanie to the edge of the seat and tucked Stephanie's wrist's under her arm before stretching Stephanie's arms out. Stephanie moaned in anguish as Teela began to knead her flesh, her powerful fingers rolling up and down the tortured biceps. Stephanie rolled her head back as she tried not to scream, her arms utterly helpless in the face of Teela's strong fingers, massaging away lactic acid and teasing the muscle out along its length. After almost a minute, Teela released Stephanie's arms, allowing her to play them back and forth. Still breathless and in pain, Stephanie felt Teela's hands brush the side of her head, coming to rest behind her ears. As she looked into Teela's doe eyed face she saw the overwhelming pride Teela felt for Stephanie. Blushing for a moment, she looked back up at Teela and asked "What's next?".


For the next six hours, Stephanie diligently worked every inch of her body under Teela's intimate supervision. She completed four circuits of every machine in her gym, stopping only briefly between circuits to wolf down more food. She pushed every muscle in her body to the very limit of her endurance as Teela fawned over her, encouraging her with endless enthusiasm. Teela felt herself becoming more enamoured with Stephanie with every set she worked through. Teela revelled at Stephanie's dedication, a deep attraction building within her. Her muscles and breasts became full as her blood thundered through her body, her blood pressure elevated for hours on end as her heart pounded with an animal, sexual magnetism towards the beautiful, fledgling bodybuilder.


Stephanie sat panting in the seat of the leg extension machine, her whole body trying to seize up. Teela knelt on the floor by her ankles, ready to spot each extension. Her breasts, perched atop her thick, pumped pectoral muscles, had become so engorged after so many hours of arousal that they were beginning to ache slightly. None the less she eagerly anticipated Stephanie's last efforts, her chest barely contained by the weakening tank top, several stitches already burst open. As she gazed adoringly up at Stephanie, she thought back over the taste of her essence the day before. She knew that the Dollath hormones swirling in her bust could actually speed Stephanie's recovery and growth significantly, but with the difference in culture, and not currently being able to speak the same language, she had no idea how she could possibly broach the subject. What was taking the ship computer so long dammit?

She pushed the thought to the back of her mind as Stephanie issued a soft grunt, her quads sending tremors down the arm of the machine as they stuttered and started. Teela cupped the quivering ankles as Stephanie's thighs throbbed, powering the top of the stack up. Stephanie was practically screaming with every repetition now, unflinching determination driving her on, obsessed with overcoming the limits of her body. As Stephanie held the last rep, her high pitched scream echoing through the room, Teela could barely contain her excitement, her eyes lustily moving up and down the length of Stephanie's body. Stephanie gasped for breath through gritted teeth, her whole body shuddering for long, long seconds before at last, she began to let the weight ease down.

As Stephanie lay panting in the chair, Teela again worked her fingers through the shredded muscles, firmly massaging new life into Stephanie's exhausted body. Stephanie groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, the tension in her thighs melting under the pressure of Teela's fingers. Stephanie felt ready to pass out as she slid her legs out to the side of the machine. Teela stood up and helped Stephanie to her feet. In her weakened state, Stephanie doubted she would have been able to walk without Teela's assistance. She slumped against Teela's breadth, draping herself over Teela's thick torso. Teela gladly wrapped her arms around her shattered friend, letting Stephanie's head slump against her heaving pectoral muscles.

Her cheek warmed by the thick slab of muscle rising and falling beneath it, Stephanie stared up at Teela, trying to motion her towards the kitchen. Teela giggled as Stephanie spoke half formed words, her fatigue hampering even this simple task. Deftly, Teela twisted and scooped Stephanie off her feet, cradling Stephanie against her chest effortlessly. She squeezed Stephanie gently as she turned towards the door, Stephanie cooing gently in return. Then the door bell rang.

Teela froze. Stephanie sat bolt upright, craning her neck to look round wide eyed at the wall clock. "Shit, it's seven o'clock already?" Teela let Stephanie's legs swing to the floor as she stared at Stephanie. "That'll be the delivery driver, uhh, Teela – upstairs - stay." she implored, but Teela's face only grew more confused and desperate in response. Stephanie pointed up at the ceiling, her other hand covering her mouth to suggest Teela remain quiet. Stephanie ushered Teela out of the gym and in the direction of the stairs, before turning towards the front door.

Teela darted to the stair case, her steps surprisingly light for a woman of her size. Springing up half a dozen steps she huddled down at the corner, peering from the relative darkness into the open lounge area. Stephanie waddled uncomfortably towards the front door, astonished at just how much her body ached. "COMING!" she gasped, stifling an expletive with every other step, she had to brace herself against the wall with one hand as her body fought her every step. Her hand fumbled at the lock and Stephanie cursed at herself again, before finally managing to wrestle the door open.

"Hello miss Hewitt, how are ya today?" beamed the supermarket delivery man. "Hi Darren - come in, could you - place the food on the counter please?" she wheezed.
Darren was a short, stocky man in his forties, balding but always sporting a weather worn smile. He stepped into the house, resting the heavy delivery against his belly. Stephanie made to follow him, but wobbled and ended up leaning against the wall by her front door. "You alright miss Hewitt?" He inquired. "Yeah, just, been using the gym. Might have – over done it. I'm fine" she said, waving a hand flippantly. Darren paused, "Well, alright, if you're sure. There's another crate in the van, I'll unload this lot and grab that."

Teela spied from the staircase, watching the newcomer intently. She was surprised to see this squat little man, not at all what she was expecting of other humans. He plodded over to the counter and neatly placed the crate down, briskly unloading the contents. Teela shuddered, fearful of being discovered. Her thighs tensed, coiled like steel springs ready to propel her down the stairs should the newcomer pose any kind of threat. Darren picked up and collapsed the folding crate and walked back towards the front door, but paused when he spotted Teela's suit draped over the end of the couch.

"Woah, is that..." he leaned closer. Panic burst through Teela's chest, her hand bracing against the lip of the top step. Her whole body swelled with tension, her muscles pumping larger. Stephanie suppressed a pang of fear, her mind racing for excuses as to why there was a space suit flung carelessly on her couch. ".. is that a space suit?" Darren asked.

"Oh, that... no. They're props for a - photo shoot I've got next week" she remarked, still out of breath. "The film studio sent - the props on ahead, they want some test shots - for a new project, that way - when they approach investors - they have some concept stuff ready. Half the time - they don't end up getting made, but they're fun to shoot." Darren grinned "I'll bet they are. Let me grab the other crate, get your fruit and veg checked."

Teela's eyes flicked between the two humans, trying to work out what was being said, lingering on Stephanie as she seemed to relax slightly. Darren jogged out to the delivery van and Teela stepped out from behind the corner of the stairs. Stephanie turned to see her and frantically waved her back. Darren trudged back to the front door, and Stephanie checked over the fresh goods before waving him through to unload the second crate on the counter.

Collapsing the second crate and tucking it under his arm, he fished a PDA out of his pocket and approached Stephanie. "If you'd like to check over the manifest Miss Hewitt and then sign at the bottom if that's okay." "Please, call me Stephanie" she smiled wearily, glancing down the list and then signing her name with the stylus. "Thanks, have a lovely weekend Mi- uh, Stephanie" he chuckled, heading out of the door. "Thanks, see you soon" she called after him, closing the door.

She sighed, relieved, slumping against the inside of her front door. Teela hurried over, flattening herself by the wall next to Stephanie and peered through the corner of the glass at the departing van. Stephanie's palm came to rest on Teela's shoulder, resting in the deep ravine separating her striated deltoids from her thick traps. Teela looked at Stephanie, realising she was quaking with even this simple act. A last nervous glance at the departing van and Teela slipped her arm under Stephanie's shoulders to walk her back to the kitchen. Stephanie admired the strength of Teela's arm, almost all of her weight being easily lifted by the bulbous biceps and defined forearm now tensed under her shoulder blades.

Teela took in the sight of the enormous food delivery as she placed Stephanie down on one of the kitchen stools. Even with her appetite and that of a growing Stephanie the food looked like it would last at least a week. Stephanie began to direct Teela to pack away the food, wolfing down a protein shake and an assortment of other foods that needed no preparation from the delivery.

Teela finished packing away the last of the goods, her bust still uncomfortably swollen from hours of excitement, and turned to find Stephanie resting her head against her hand, her appetite seemingly no match for her exhaustion. The hair band had now been removed and Teela spent a moment admiring the long, auburn hair cascading elegantly around her neck and shoulders. She walked over, moved a stool to touch Stephanie's and sat next to her, Teela's wide hips kissing gently against Stephanie's as she placed her sculpted arm over Stephanie's shoulders. In return Stephanie leaned against the goddess next to her, drinking in the sensation of the warm, dense muscle pressing against her body. As Teela picked at the platter of food still on the table, Stephanie gazed at the swollen thighs radiating heat into her own leg, eyeing each individual mass of muscle as it stretched the fabric around it. The sheer difference in size between Teela's legs and her own stirred deep feelings in Stephanie, humbling and enthralling in equal measure. As Teela devoured the remaining food, Stephanie gazed at her. Still breathing rapidly, Stephanie's shallow breaths gently pressed her pert breasts against Teela's side, the solid mounds of each oblique distinguishable even through bra and shirts.

Stephanie found Teela's finger under her chin directing her gaze upwards. "Sleep, now." she whispered to Teela. Teela pulled Stephanie gently closer, pushing her chest out towards her companion's face. Stephanie closed her eyes and let her face gently fall into the ample cleavage presented to her. Teela's pulse quickened, pounding through her head as Stephanie nuzzled between her breasts, excitement coursing through her body. She ran her hand through the thick, lush hair, resting her hand gently against the back of Stephanie's head. Feeling fresh arousal thunder through her loins, she scooped Stephanie up in her arms and carried her upstairs.

Stephanie's hand reached out for the bathroom as they passed and Teela reluctantly entered. Slipping her feet to the floor, Stephanie grabbed the bottle of mouthwash and swirled her mouth out quickly. Teela stood behind impatiently, anxious to take Stephanie into the next room, every deep, sensual breath adding to the energy building through her core. As Stephanie leant over to spit out the mouthwash Teela heard a small popping sound come from beneath her chin and looked down at herself.

She was stunned; she'd never seen her boobs look this big before. When she'd first put on the top that morning it had been tight, but nothing like this. Stephanie staggered around from the sink, and squeezing Teela's shoulder, beckoned her to the door, but Teela was too distracted to follow right away, still amazed by her own figure.

As Stephanie slipped out of the door Teela approached the mirror, her eyes wide as she took in the enormity of her breasts. Her hands gently cupped the huge, perky globes, sensually caressing and squeezing them. On impulse, she pulled the tiny top over her head to admire her body uncensored by attire. She leaned back, the separations between her abs and obliques each sharply defined by the shadows as they squeezed against each other. Her breasts protruded magnificently from the thick, defined pectoral muscles, impossibly full and pert as they levitated over the cobblestones of her midsection. With her palms placed flush to the outside of her bust, she gently squeezed it together, savouring the feeling as her boobs kissed gently into each other. With her arms cocked, her biceps had bunched solidly, the dense peaks ready to burst out of her skin. As her lusting, purple eyes flicked over her body they traced the outline of her jutting triceps and ran over her shredded deltoid muscles, causing her whole body to shudder with a hungering desire. She looked at her reflection, biting her lower lip as she determined to maintain control of herself, yet thrilled to see her body so pumped and full.

She couldn't bare the tension throbbing through her any longer. Teela strode out of the bathroom and into Stephanie's bedroom, standing in the doorway, her arms spread wide to exaggerate the thickness of her chest. Seeing Stephanie lying on her back, she advanced with a confident swagger to the bed and crawled over the corner of it to kiss the reclined seductress. As her hand planted against the mattress on the far side of Stephanie's body, Teela's heart dropped. Stephanie was softly twitching in her sleep, gentle, anguished moans issuing from her pouting lips. "Stefonee?" Teela whispered looking her up and down. Stephanie had drifted off to sleep having only managed to pull her yoga shorts to her knees, slumping back into the duvet as exhaustion finally overwhelmed her. Teela became desperate, gently shaking Stephanie's arm "Stefonee!" she repeated, louder than before. She moaned more loudly in return, the noises noticeably pained.

Teela hung her head and grimaced, she was painfully aroused, ready to devour Stephanie, but realised Stephanie was in no state to engage in any further physical activity. She wanted her first time with this stunning woman to be intense, passionate, magical. Waking her from sleep to endure painful cramping throughout her body wasn't what Teela wanted for Stephanie. She stared with agonising yearning at Stephanie, her heart plummeting in her chest, resigning herself to wait.

She eased Stephanie's legs onto the bed, gently shuffling her into the normal sleeping position, teasing off the sweaty yoga shorts and t-shirt and replacing them with clean items. She brushed the hair from Stephanie's face, turned off the light and slipped under the covers next to her. Yet Teela found sleep impossible, the gentle moonlight illuminating Stephanie's features providing a constant distraction. Teela memorised her delicate features, her cute, pointed nose, her plump, full lips, her gentle brow and soft, feminine eyes. With the aching in her bust still gnawing at her, she found it hard not to dwell on whether or not Stephanie would accept an offer to feed from her. In Dollath society it was certainly rare for adults to do so and was usually reserved as an emergency measure for those found starving when no other supplies were available. It was certainly not something she had heard of happening between species before, yet she knew that it would provide a significant boost to Stephanie's physical regeneration, not to mention the emotional bonding of such an intimate interaction. She agonised over the decision, unable to settle on an course of action. After hours of thought and longing, Teela finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep, uncertain of what tomorrow would bring...

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Chapter 4
Sudden Understanding
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Stephanie awoke to the dulcet tones of classical music drifting softly over the cool morning air. She lay still, drifting slowly out of slumber, the warmth of the bed, and Teela's form, permeating her body. Taking a slow, deep breath she blinked her eyes open peering sleepily up at the ceiling. 'That crack is getting worse... I'll have to call someone in, make sure the house isn't subsiding or anything' she pondered to herself. She let the breath out and turned her head to look at Teela. A dull pain shot through the muscles in her neck, causing her to flinch and gasp, but that only sparked a wave of other muscle contractions and, immediately after, further pains. Stephanie let out an anguished cry as every muscle in her body cramped painfully.

Teela woke with a start, her hand searching out Stephanie's midsection. She gazed at the grimacing beauty next to her, her head still mired in drowsiness. Hearing Stephanie pant quietly, Teela rushed a yawn from her mouth and sat up to assess the situation. As Stephanie squeaked with every movement, trying to stretch the agonising stiffness from her body, Teela began to comprehend. Teela quickly slipped out from under the covers and paced lazily around the bed to Stephanie's side. Peeling the duvet back, Teela picked up Stephanie, lifting her to her feet. Stephanie slapped her hands on Teela's thick shoulders to steady herself, wincing from the discomfort racking her legs as they took her weight.

She looked up into Teela's eyes and felt calmed, Teela gazing back proudly at her little protege. With a quick smile, Teela slipped behind Stephanie, leaning gently into her. With a soft kiss on the back of Stephanie's neck, Teela placed her palms against the back of Stephanie's hands and wrapped her fingers between Stephanie's. Teela raised Stephanie's arms straight out to the side, causing Stephanie to gasp "Holy sh-... ow". Teela edged her lower body to touch Stephanie's, her rippling quads caressing Stephanie's glutes and hamstrings. With every guided movement Stephanie moaned anew; Stephanie thought of it as enforced Tai chi.

As they leaned to the right, Stephanie felt Teela's inner thigh pressing against her outer thigh, the massive muscles supporting her own aching leg as her slender quads were pulled out along their length. Her left leg stretched out straight, teasing her aching hamstring. As Stephanie leaned back slightly she felt Teela's full breasts cushioning her shoulder blades and was glad for the sensual support. Her shoulders and biceps ached as Teela held her arms aloft, Stephanie gasping from the pain. Abruptly Teela shifted her weight and the pair moved into a deep squat, Stephanie almost squashed between Teela's legs and abdominals. Stephanie felt her glutes cry out in agony as they were pulled tight, nestled between the immovable masses of Teela's hamstrings. Stephanie's arms twisted slightly out, her pectoral muscles trembling beneath her bust as her chest swelled forward.

Teela continued for several minutes, holding each new pose for seconds before fluidly moving to the next. Stephanie felt muscles she didn't know she had aching as Teela stretched her out, so when Teela released her grip on Stephanie's hands she breathed a huge sigh of relief. She moved her limbs around and felt substantially more limber than when she had first woken up. She turned to thank Teela, but was gently ushered to the bed. Lying on her back she peered quizzically up at Teela sitting over her. Teela grinned and limbered up her fingers, eyeing Stephanie up and down.

Teela straddled Stephanie's feet and began to massage the slender legs, squeezing and teasing Stephanie's muscles. Stephanie reached up, grabbed the pillow beneath her head and squeezed, her warm flesh pliant in Teela's hands. She cooed softly, savouring the sensation as Teela worked slowly up the length of her legs. As Teela's hand neared the top of her thighs, Stephanie felt her pulse begin to quicken. She tried to stay calm, but the powerful, sensual caress easing slowly around her hips was beginning to stimulate deeply primal desires. As Teela's digits stroked up and down Stephanie's flat stomach, Stephanie began to blush, oblivious to the fact that Teela was displaying similar signs of arousal.

Teela revelled in the fact that this slender alien woman was letting her knead and probe the length of her body. Her palms squeezed firmly against the pale skin, sliding up her smooth body to rest on Stephanie's shoulders. Teela marvelled at the beauty and elegance of the figure beneath her, delighted to see Stephanie reacting so pleasurably. Her hands kneaded down Stephanie's arms, tracing the faint lines of definition picked out by the morning sun. Abruptly, Teela eased Stephanie onto her front and began to massage her back, renewing Stephanie's gentle moans.

After long minutes, Teela lay down, resting gently against Stephanie. "Food" she whispered into Stephanie's ear, her fingers drumming against Stephanie's stomach.   Stephanie felt as though her body were made of jelly, all of the tension seemingly having oozed out of her. "Awww, can't we stay here and sleep for a little while? Sleep?" she breathed back, shifting her weight affectionately against Teela. "Food!" she responded, her tone firm yet still playful. Stephanie groaned, pecked a delicate kiss onto Teela's cheek and poured her legs over the edge of the bed. Teela watched as she walked slowly to the door, slipped on her robe and wandered out of the room. As Stephanie's silhouette disappeared from the door frame Teela slumped onto her back. She cupped her breasts, smoothing her hands around her ample bust. They still ached a little from yesterday and the session of massaging hadn't done anything to reduce the tension. She suppressed the urge to tease and massage her bust further, took several calming breaths and resolved to join Stephanie downstairs.


Stephanie was plating up a dozen scrambled eggs from the sizzling pan when Teela joined her. Teela adjusted the snug tank top stretched about her broad chest and sauntered over to the toaster. The pair exchanged flirtatious grins as they piled up food and sat down to eat. Stephanie was pleased that eating from shared plates as they sat leaning against one another was becoming normal, enjoying the intimacy as much as the close up view of Teela's defined arms.

They finished and cleared away breakfast and Stephanie led Teela over to the couch, picking up her laptop again. She wanted to show Teela what she did for her job and plucked last month's issue of Body-Flex magazine from the basket by the side of the couch.. She gave it to Teela whose eyes lit up at the figures on the cover. Teela ogled the muscular bodies and began to slowly thumb through the magazine. Stephanie smiled as she noticed the look of unbridled lust in Teela's eyes, loading up her last submission to the magazine. When Teela turned the page to Stephanie's article, Stephanie leaned over and pointed below the title "Written by – Stephanie Hewitt!" she said smugly pointing to her laptop and herself.

Teela looked back in astonishment, glancing quickly back and forth from the articles pictures on paper and the laptop screen and Stephanie's beaming smile. As Teela studied the model pictured intently, Stephanie recalled the session with the young powerlifter. She had been a joy to work with, extremely friendly and open, not to mention stunningly beautiful. Stephanie had been tremendously impressed at just how strong she had been; lifting weights that would challenge many powerlifters of the next weight class up from her. Svetlana's accent had a near musical lilt to it and it had been wonderful to direct her around the home gym, watching her toy with the weight machines.

Teela suddenly leaned in close to the page before snapping her head around to gawk at Stephanie anew. She bounded up from the couch to stand in the doorway to the home gym and held up the glossy mag, comparing it to the equipment inside. In disbelief she pointed to the pictured model and then the gym. Stephanie nodded back with a grin. Teela paused and glanced toward the kitchen, pointing to indicate the huge bodybuilders on her wall and then back into the gym. Stephanie shook her head, and pointed at the wall in front of the breakfast bar. "They were over there" she explained proudly.

Teela stood stunned, her mind suddenly filled with a plethora of muscular bodies pacing around Stephanie's home, flexing, lifting, showing off their combined thousands of pounds of glorious, hard muscle. She wobbled back over to the couch and dropped herself back down, causing Stephanie to bounce slightly towards her. Teela suddenly burst out laughing, beaming at Stephanie. She went back to the magazine looking at the pictures pausing on one with a tape wrapped around Svetlana's flexing upper arm. She pointed at it, looking at Stephanie for an explanation. Stephanie placed her laptop down to retrieve the tape measure from the gym and came back to sit next to Teela. She matched the tape against the photo, looping the tape to show a fourteen inch void. Teela cooed gently picturing the blonde beauty in her mind, her powerful biceps bunching up into hard balls to stretch the tape.

Teela blushed as a thought crossed her mind. With a mischievous grin she extended her right arm and slowly curled it, causing her biceps to bulge out. She nodded her head at the defined peak of muscle jutting out from her arm. Stephanie's breathing quickened as she reached out with the tape to wrap it around the massive limb. Pulling it tight she read off the measurement; "Sixteen and three quarter inches... damn!". Teela suddenly pulled off the tape and jumped to her feet, shooting Stephanie a playful wink. Teela began to flex, pumping her body up, groaning louder as her body shuddered and throbbed. Stephanie watched the display with growing arousal, enjoying every confidant pose and every sensual moan. Teela thrust her hips back and forth in unison with repeated flexes of her arms. Teela strode over to the couch and leaned over, presenting the back of her now engorged arm with an erotic moan of pleasure and exertion.

Stephanie's trembling hands reached out again and wrapped the tape measure around the hard muscles shuddering with force. Her eyes boggled as she took in the number, "Seventeen and a half inches! That's incredible." she stammered. She placed her hand onto the massive biceps, feeling the solid mass tremble with power beneath her palm. She squeezed the bulbous mound to feel how hard it was, but found it utterly immovable, not giving so much as a millimetre beneath Stephanie's grasp. She could now see a subtle web of veins as they were thrust up against the velvety soft skin by the striated muscle beneath. The tape slipped to the floor as Stephanie brought both hands to caress the massive limb. Teela grinned at the sensation of Stephanie's soft, warm hands sliding over her flesh, the soft caress extremely pleasurable. She pumped her arm a few times, letting Stephanie's hands grasp the shifting muscles as they slid and stretched, bunched and expanded beneath her skin.

At length, Teela withdrew her arm with a knowing pout, leaving Stephanie to blush for a few moments. Unable to keep a straight face, Teela giggled as she slowly extended her leg to rest her foot on the couch, the outside of her thigh presented to Stephanie. She gestured at the rippling expanse of her quadriceps and hamstrings. Stephanie reached out again more eagerly, her palms searching out the most bulbous mounds of muscle. Her hands grasped up and down the length of the huge limb, her face mere inches away as she longingly gazed at the hard, defined muscles. Teela soon found Stephanie hugging her thigh, pulling her powerful leg against her chest as she began to softly kiss across the top of her thigh.

Teela placed her right foot back on the floor the other side of Stephanie, intending to offer up her left leg for similar attention, but before she had the chance Stephanie had thrown her hands around Teela's waist and was rubbing her face gently across the cobblestone abs. Teela felt Stephanie's breath hot and heavy against her stomach as she began to devotedly, tenderly kiss each and every one of her abdominals. Teela ran her hands through Stephanie's hair, delighted at the affections Stephanie was paying to her physique. Stephanie ran her hands up and down Teela's sides, letting them slide around to her full, thick glutes and down the outside of her thighs. As Stephanie's kissing became more and more frantic, Teela flexed her muscles harder, letting every inch of her shudder with power. She felt herself quiver open in anticipation as Stephanie's breasts pressed firmly against her hips. She massaged Stephanie's shoulders as the pair moaned gently together.

Stephanie paused and rested her head against Teela's abs, panting heavily. Teela longed for her to continue, caressing her shoulders gently. Instead Stephanie plucked the tape measure from the floor and began to measure the sculpted body towering over her. Teela felt disappointed but was still glad to show off her body for the gorgeous woman crouched down in front of her. Stephanie began to scribble Teela's measurements down in a notepad;

Calves: 18''
Quads: 29 ½''
Hips: 35''
Waist: 28 ½''
Chest: 46''
Shoulders: 53''
Upper arm: 17 ½''
Lower arm: 13 ½''

Stephanie paused as she looked at Teela's bust, wondering if she might object to them being measured. Teela pulled Stephanie closer and ushered Stephanie's hands behind her chest. Blushing, Stephanie slipped the tape around Teela's chest and took the reading, her heart fluttering as she read off the 54'' measurement. Teela pulled her closer still, pressing their bodies intimately against each other. Stephanie closed her eyes as her bust was gently lifted by Teela's. She looked into Teela's longing eyes, feeling her waist and hips slowly pressing against Teela's more firmly by the second.

Before either of them could react the phone rang. Despairingly Stephanie looked at her mobile and dejectedly handed the tape to Teela. Teela laughed to herself, wondering if she was ever likely to catch a break with Stephanie. She squeezed Stephanie's shoulder and sauntered off to put on some loose fitting clothing, maybe this was why the people of this planet wore so many layers of clothes; too many distractions to get intimate whenever they pleased.

"Hello?" Stephanie said answering the phone, "Sam! Good to hear from you!" Sam Bridges, she'd almost forgotten he was due to come over for a photo shoot on Tuesday. He wanted a portfolio of photos of himself that showed off his physique. "What kind of changes did you have in mind?" He was young and brash according to all the media hype and fancied himself as a bodybuilder, actor, stuntman, playboy and many other things beside. "Yes, if you'd like post production effects I can do those myself or have them passed on to a third party of your choosing. If you've got some ideas you can send them to me by email or just bring a list and ideas on Tuesday." She'd watched him progress over the last couple of years in some of the smaller competitions, very handsome, but she wasn't sure if he was just confident or if he was cocky and arrogant. She'd likely find out on Tuesday. "Yes, one o'clock is still fine by me... lovely, well I'll see you then... okay, bye."

With both the mood and Teela gone, Stephanie sat down with a prolonged sigh. She thought about going after Teela but decided to give her some space instead. As she sat trying to decide what she was going to do with her Sunday a beeping came from the table. "Ugh, for goodness sake, what do you-" she moaned snatching her phone from the table again, but as she looked at it, her phone was idle. It took her a moment to realise the beeping was coming from Teela's wrist computer. "TEELA!" she yelled, peering over the alien device, "TEELA, COME QUICK!".

A moment later Teela reappeared from the stair case to find out what the commotion was all about, now wearing a loose sweater and jogging pants. Upon hearing her wrist-nav bleeping she darted across the room to pick up the device. Scrolling through pages of data her eyes lit up and she grabbed Stephanie's hand, pulling her to the living room door. She fiddled with the door handle only to find it locked, shooting a pleading look at Stephanie. Stephanie quickly rummaged for her keys in the bag on the side and unlocked the door.

As soon as it was open Teela pulled Stephanie outside to the garage, tapping the icon on her wrist-nav, she barely waited long enough for the door to fully open before ducking underneath it. She leapt up onto the cockpit and coaxed Stephanie to follow before settling into the harness. Stephanie laboured up onto the side of the small craft, her body still aching slightly from the previous days activities. She felt a stabbing pain through her triceps and pecs as she lifted her weight off the ground, an inelegant grunt of pain bursting from her. As she clumsily fell onto the flat prow of the ship, she reflected momentarily on her physical condition. She hated the feeling of being so weak and ungainly, but the thought that pain now meant progress later. Big, powerful muscles blossoming out of the ruins of her currently puny limbs... Time would tell if her agony was worth it.

Stephanie crawled forward to peer into the cabin to see Teela pulling out a wired collar from one of the compartments in the tiny cabin. She watched puzzled as Teela and fastened it around her thick blue neck, before ushering Stephanie to sit on the lip of the compartment directly over her. Teela rapidly tapped the screen of the wrist-nav, data flicking quickly across it at her touch. A last touch and she paused, waiting for the computer to do something. Seconds later a countdown appeared on the display, and Teela dropped the device into her lap, grasping the armrests and bracing against the chair. A momentary buzz accompanied a curt, sharp yelp from Teela as the equipment apparently shocked her through the collar.

Stephanie tried to comfort her, perplexed as to what the device was supposed to be doing. With a distinctly unhappy look, Teela picked up the wrist-nav and checked something. Comprehending the information she steeled herself before turning it to show the display to Stephanie. "Dai" she said, pointing at an icon. Stephanie was deeply uncomfortable with apparently being asked to activate some kind of... torture device? Worse still, Teela was now retrieving a gum shield from the compartment and pushing it into her mouth. Stephanie was torn between total bewilderment and a sickening horror as she watched Teela set about strapping herself down to the seat. First her legs and then her left arm. Looking up at Stephanie her eyes glanced quickly at her free limb and then up into Stephanie's eyes, pleading her to strap down the free arm.

Stephanie shook her head, "No! No way! I'm not gonna electrocute you, that's crazy!". Stephanie reached over to the fastened straps around Teela's bound arm and began to unbuckle the restraints. Teela's free hand shot over to Stephanie's, firmly taking hold to stop her. "Teela! Stop it, I can't sit here and strap you down for you to electro-" her words cut off as Teela's index finger pressed gently against Stephanie's lips.

Teela pushed the gum shield out of her mouth with her tongue to let it fall to nestle atop her bust. "Eet-soh-kay" she soothed, her hand sliding to caress the side of Stephanie's face. She picked the gum shield back up and pushed it into her mouth again and placed her arm on the rest.

With great reluctance Stephanie did as asked, and strapped her down, her face contorted with apprehension. Teela stared up at the Stephanie, her determination unable to hide the anxiety plain in her eyes. "Dahh-" she mumbled around the gum shield. Stephanie hesitantly pressed the icon.

At once Teela's whole body contorted, straining at her bonds, an agonising wail filling the cockpit. Seconds passed and tears streamed down Teela's cheeks. Her scream lessened as she simply ran out of air, apparently unable to breath in again. The heavy restraints creaked under the enormous stress exerted on them. Stephanie watched in horror as Teela spasmed in the chair. Even through the loose clothing it was clear that every muscle on Teela's body was flexing with colossal intensity, swelling to an extreme fullness that pulled the baggy clothing taut over her frame. Stephanie panicked, dropping the computer on the prow and dropping down on top of Teela, trying to weigh her down and calm her.

Stephanie could feel Teela's body shuddering like steel in an earthquake, her muscles unfathomably hard as they exploded with force beneath the strapping. Stephanie lay on top of her, trying to help her stay calm and to stop her from tearing the restraints or herself apart. Even with Stephanie's weight pressing down on her, Teela's limbs were pressed hard up against heavy strapping. Stephanie feared for Teela's life, what the hell had she just done?

After fully twenty seconds the process mercifully stopped and Teela fell limp, spitting the gum shield out and gasping for air. Stephanie quickly began to unbuckle Teela from the seat,

"You crazy... why would you do that to yourself?" Stephanie cried.

"ss- so I, can.... understand – you" Teela whispered back.

Stephanie froze in total disbelief on hearing Teela speak.

"Are – are you going – to look at me – or untie me?" Teela asked, her voice feeble and wavering. Stephanie stifled a laugh, and frantically set about tearing open the heavy strapping. Freed, Teela sat up and ran her hands over her scalp. "That was a lot of information" she spoke plainly.

"You - you speak English now? How- how is that possible?" Stephanie asked.

"I believe you would call - this device - a 'Neural Uplink'. My ship has been - collecting information - from the broadcasts on this planet. It has translated this - and filtered it into useful information - to be directly written to my brain. This information - included your language - so I can now understand you." Stephanie sat dumbfounded, staring at the panting woman still cradled in the seat beneath her. With a start Stephanie threw her arms around Teela's neck

"Don't you ever scare me like that again." she breathed.

"I will attempt to avoid - any recurrence" Teela replied, her head aching from the world of new information throbbing through her mind. "Would you help me up please?".

The pair clambered unsteadily out of the cockpit together, Stephanie physically sore and stiff, Teela mentally fatigued and drowsy from the upload. Teela turned to Stephanie and held her, pulling Stephanie's head affectionately against her shoulder.

"Thank you" she whispered. "If I am to be marooned on an alien planet, I could not have wished for a more attractive or caring alien rescuer." Stephanie blushed, faltering for words, the thought that she was an alien from Teela's perspective catching her off guard. "May we go back into your house? I believe we will both have many questions for each other. For example; I cannot find a similar custom - to that which we performed on your couch in my memory. Would you like me to explain this?"

Stephanie flushed at the memory and nodded. Teela picked up the wrist-nav slightly unsteadily, still woozy from the upload and slipping her arm inside Stephanie's they slowly paced back to the house.

"My race are the called the 'Dollath'. We have a small organ beneath our tongues - that allows us to analyse that which we taste. It allows us to sense harmful substances, check if something is edible - and check the suitability of potential mating partners"

Stephanie shot her an astonished look: "Mating partners?"

Teela grinned back. "At it's most basic level, yes. Individuals of my race frequently migrate between regions. The risk of inbreeding was negated by our being engineered - to be able to detect familial traits - should we unknowingly encounter relatives" Stephanie blinked, trying to take in all of the information, but the more Teela spoke, the more questions she had. "But with practise, a Dollath can learn to understand the essence they taste. I saw through your essence and I have seen what your body is capable of. It is... most impressive. I would enjoy the opportunity to aid you in becoming strong, like the pictures of those on your wall in your kitchen. In fact I believe you are capable of attaining - more muscle than those pictured." She panted gently a few times more. "Would this be acceptable?"

Stephanie found herself back in the lounge and sat down on the couch, her mind processing the information, still utterly amazed. "That would be wonderful!" she whispered. After a short pause she added "Essence?"

Teela pondered a moment, "Deoxyribonucleic acid. I believe it is commonly referred to by its acronym, DNA".

"You can taste that? That's amazing!" she blurted back.

Teela nodded, "Yes, but for now, I will need to sleep, undergoing a neural uplink is exhausting and requires significant rest. Your planet seems to record and broadcast a, very, large quantity of data and my brain is very tired as a result. Would you allow me to return to your bedroom to sleep?"

"Sure, yes, I- take all the time you need." Stephanie responded.

Teela smiled gratefully and rose to her feet. "I should ask, please do not communicate my existence to others. We have protocols in place for initiating first contact with new species. In my situation I am supposed to remain hidden as much as is possible. May I also ask that if I am not awake by tomorrow, could you please attempt to rouse me?" Stephanie nodded again. "Should you wish to continue the training – or building, of your body in earnest tomorrow I would suggest you ensure you have consumed an excess of calories and protein. This will ensure your body has all of the necessary materials to grow at its optimal rate. I would... enjoy seeing you progress." With a smile and a subdued wink, Teela turned and walked away to the bedroom.

Stephanie sat stunned, thinking. Finally she could have a proper conversation with Teela... well, tomorrow she could. Dammit, she had to go into the office tomorrow. The next twenty something hours would be agony, waiting to speak to Teela. Where did she come from? How had she come to crash here? What was her home like? Where were the rest of her people?

She spent the day studying further bodybuilding diets to refine her own and distractedly tried to watch the TV shows she had recorded. She ate plentifully and even worked through a set on each piece of equipment in the gym. It was drastically less fun without Teela to spot and massage her, but she felt that draining herself of some of her energy would probably help her sleep a little easier.

She turned in early, crawling quietly into bed next to Teela. She wasn't thrilled at the prospect of going into the office tomorrow; stuffy meetings, co-workers who barely knew her, terrible coffee. Worst of all, it would keep her from her questions with Teela. Then again, that was the price she paid for being on the books with a bodybuilding magazine. Meeting top tier bodybuilders from all over the world would be significantly more difficult without their connections. She lay against Teela, fantasising answers to all of her questions as she hugged the muscular arm draped at Teela's side and let her cheek rest against the sphere of muscle around Teela's shoulder. Breathing in her unique scent, Stephanie slowly drifted off to sleep, already longing to arrive back home tomorrow.


Meanwhile...

Chris rubbed his eyes, the dull ache of too much caffeine and not enough sleep left him weary but wired. He popped open another energy drink and chugged half the contents, a few drops dribbling down his gaunt, stubbled chin. Glowering over the rims of his thin framed glasses at the PC monitor he let out a disgruntled sigh. "The fuck is taking so long?" he muttered to himself, eyeing the progress bar with disdain.

He paused the game and dumped the controller on the floor before picking up the energy drink. He glanced over at his alarm clock: 19:26. 'Shit' he thought. He'd have to get up for work in little over an hour. Stupid job, like he wanted to be wasting away in a crappy guard job the rest of his life. He stripped off his t-shirt and flopped onto his bed, looking up at the poster on his ceiling. The movie poster showed a scantily clad woman bursting out of her torn top, her face snarled up in anger as she blazed away at some off poster aggressor with the pistols in her hands. Maybe he could get a quick half hours sleep before he had to get up.

He plucked the glasses from his face and placed them next to the alarm clock, thinking on the money he had sunk into the monitoring equipment now illegally perched on the roof, wondered if it had really been worth it. Maybe he had been a shmuck to let himself get caught up in buying the equipment. Tracking meteorites to sell to universities and research stations... yeah right. Not to mention if the land lord ever bothered to check the roof the sensor suite was poorly concealed and would be quickly confiscated. As if being gouged for the rent to live in this run down studio apartment wasn't bad enough, that fat bastard would definitely take any opportunity to line his pockets with ill gotten goods.

'Fuck it. Maybe by the time I get back from work tomorrow the computer will have finished compiling the weeks data... or maybe the storm data is slowing it down again.' Last time the software had attempted to make sense of the rain it had struggled to get any useful resolution, the only unusual sensor trace had, after many hours of cross referencing, turned out to be a police helicopter. With an exasperated sigh he yanked the quilt over his chest and switched off the lamp. He needed money to get out of this rut. He didn't care how he was going to get it. All he needed was the right opportunity. Something new, unusual, unique, exciting.

[UnholyDk1103]

Chapter 5
Patience Rewarded
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The alarm clock beeped in the gloom and Stephanie rolled over to swat it off. She lay still for a moment before looking over at Teela's sleeping form. Stephanie rolled back to her side and began to rub her left arm softly, long fingers caressing the powerful biceps.

"Teela?" she whispered. "Teela? It's time to wake up sweetheart."

Teela stirred slowly, wriggling slightly as her consciousness returned. Her free hand shot up to her forehead as she grimaced momentarily. After a few seconds she glanced down to the warm rubbing on her arm and brought Stephanie into focus. Teela looked blankly at her briefly, blinking as she licked her lips, dry from having fallen asleep with her mouth open.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Stephanie said softly.

A gentle smile emerged on Teela's face as she replied "Much better, thank you. The aching from the upload yesterday has eased substantially." Teela rolled onto her side to press herself against Stephanie. "How are you this morning?"

"All the better for seeing you." Stephanie giggled. "I just wish I didn't have to go into the office for work today." She paused to smooth her hand over Teela's scalp. "I have so many things I want to talk to you about, so many questions but... I guess they'll have to wait till I get back."

Teela's face fell at the news. She propped herself up to look at the clock over Stephanie's shoulder: 07:31. "What time will you be back from work?"

"Around two o'clock." Stephanie replied with a twinge of sadness. "Can I make you breakfast?" Teela nodded back with a subdued smile. "I know, I'm sorry, I'm not being the best host am I?" Teela lurched on top of Stephanie, letting some of her weight press down on top of the slender woman, kissing her passionately.

"You have been a wonderful host" she cooed with a grin, letting her hips press gently down onto Stephanie. She breathed in deeply, revelling in the way her breasts were overwhelming Stephanie's, gently squeezing them into Stephanie's chest. "I will admit it has been frustrating not being able to speak with you. I hope this can change once you have returned."

"Of course." Stephanie replied squeezing Teela's hips. Teela felt hungry after her long slumber and eagerly helped Stephanie out of bed and downstairs for breakfast. Their customary eating arrangement continued and they sat shoulder to shoulder as they ate. Stephanie ate quickly, checking the time on her phone repeatedly so as not to get too distracted by her guest.

With breakfast finished and cleared away, Teela turned to Stephanie and asked "May I make use of the equipment in your gym while you are at work?"

"Of course! If you want to make your muscles even bigger and stronger that's fine by me." She grinned back, her hands sliding over the proud pectoral muscles displayed behind the tank tops straps. Teela playfully flexed them, causing them to harden further beneath Stephanie's touch. "I've got to go get showered and dressed, I'll see you before I leave though, okay?" she asked. Teela nodded back, kissed her on the cheek and walked off into the gym to busy herself.

Stephanie went into the bathroom locking the door behind her. She stripped off and put herself through a short shower, keen to ensure there would be no issues getting to work on time. Frank was kind of an ass when it came to time keeping and she wouldn't hear the end of it if she was late in on her monthly office trip.

She turned the water off and stepped out of the cubicle, wringing her hair out with her hands. She caught herself in the mirror and paused. Was that muscle tone she saw in her arms? She approached the mirror, letting her long hair fall down her back. She placed her hands behind her head again and tensed her arms. To her surprise, there were subtle lines of definition where her biceps swelled out. The modest curve edging out from the smooth lines of her arms was definitely new. She eyed the silhouette of her slender figure, elegant curves tracing her toned body. Her eyes drifted over her dainty shoulders down to her chest where she lingered. She tensed her unimposing pectoral muscles and her pert breasts jumped up half an inch. With a huge grin she held them there, admiring her bust as it quivered ever so softly.

She relaxed, and brought her fingers to the soft flesh of her chest. Her fingers probed her pecs, teasing the muscle beneath her soft skin. When she flexed the muscles again her fingers were pushed away fractionally as the muscles swelled full and hard. Looking in the mirror, she felt a strange, almost childish pride. She might not have made much progress, but it had only been one session.

She blushed despite herself, and grabbed towels from the rack, swaddling her hair with the first and quickly rubbing down her body with another. She realised that her body didn't ache as she had expected it to have, the workout with Teela had been gruelling, her massaging really had worked wonders. She kneaded her body after she dried it, assessing her slender, toned muscles. She'd want to keep track of her progress.

She shook her head and began to get dressed, slipping into smart casual clothes, and made use of the hair dryer. Looking in the mirror again she decided not to bother with any make up, she was blessed to be gorgeous without it. She brushed her teeth quickly and grabbed a hair bobble as she exited the bathroom.

Following the noise of squeaking weights, Stephanie looked in on Teela. She watched as Teela pumped out rep after rep on the seated rowing machine. The tattoos on her back crumpled up as the bulging muscles arrayed across her back swelled and heaved, bunching her skin up. Teela's moans of exertion grew louder by the second, her body shuddering more vigorously with each rep. Finally Teela struggled to bring the handles fully back, straining for long seconds to reach it. She held it there her back covered in swollen peaks and deep ravines as the muscles shuddered and throbbed. Teela gasped for breath as she struggled to keep the weight suspended, her muscles shivering with exhaustion. Finally she lowered the weight and sat panting in the seat as she stretched her bulging arms out in front of her.

"Hey, I'm off to work... I'll try and hurry back" Stephanie explained from the doorway. "Is, is there anything I can get you while I'm out?" she asked sheepishly.

Teela swung her leg around on the seat to face the door, still breathing heavily. She pondered for a moment before responding "No, thank you. So long as you return safely and I am still unknown to the world, I will have everything I need".

Stephanie blushed "Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can" she said, reluctantly pulling herself from the door.

Teela looked around the room and let a smile creep across her face. With all this equipment she would have no trouble building her muscles. The exercises she had used to build her body back on her home world were far less comprehensive than those available here.



Her mind snapped back to her youth again. She would have been roughly 19 in human years. Staying with her Aunt's commune she had taken every opportunity to observe the Guardian barracks across the street. She had finished all of her exams now and was waiting for the results. Her future as an engineer, or not, would be determined by her scores, but for several weeks she had little to do but wait for the results and help around the house.

She had learned the schedule of the Guardians operating out of the barracks had decided which one she wanted to speak to. She knew it was taboo to go into a barracks unless you were dedicating your life to the path, but like the Guardians themselves, no one ever spoke about it. The whole thing seemed absurd.

She had seen glimpses of some of the exercises they had done in the training yard and had taken to performing various body weight exercises whenever she was alone and had seen some significant definition spread across her body. She recalled the feeling of strength and vitality, far more than she was used to, but the sheer size and power that the soldiers displayed was still far from her reach. She needed more information, which she knew could only come from one source.

On a foggy night, the moons obscured by thick cloud, Teela had slipped out of the house unseen and entered the barracks to await Grel-nia. She had watched him closely and he seemed far friendlier and open than any of the others. Tonight he was due to return, she would have plenty of time to ask her questions. She sat for long hours on the steps inside, the cold stone numbing her posterior. Her stomach sat in knots and her nerves made her heart flutter in anticipation... and just a little dread.

The questions she had long ago decided to ask came and went in her mind as she worried over how he might react, if he took offence at her queries. She told herself over and over in her mind, 'I need to understand, I need to find the truth', the chant helping her remain calm enough to stay.

When the door eventually lurched open and the hulking Guardian stepped inside, Teela froze, rooted to the spot. She had always looked down at Grel-nia from her viewpoint on the balcony. Now, she sat beneath his eye line and found his presence suddenly intimidating. His weary groan abruptly ended as he spotted Teela gawking wide eyed at him.

"What are you doing here?" He demanded.

Teela rose to her feet and trembled slowly towards him. She stopped , looking at her feet and with a timid voice answered "I- have questions".

"Then ask your commune." he barked back, turning away to the equipment lockers. "Leave!".

"But they don't have the answers I seek, they won't tell me about the Guardians" she protested, her eyes wide with despair.

He placed an equipment belt into one of the storage lockers and turned back to look her in the eye "Unless you wish to be a Guardian then you do not need answers to any of your questions. If your commune will not tell you the answers you seek then you do not need to know them." He paced closer to her, his bulk looming over her. "And you are too young to have lived through any great tragedy that would warrant a life of servitude to atone. Go home little girl, you do not belong here. "

Teela stared back at him as he turned dismissively away from her again. "No." she mumbled to her self, "Tell me why having a body like that of a Guardian is thought of as a burden." she pleaded, struggling to keep her voice from breaking. He glanced over his shoulder, now visibly annoyed as he glared back at the young woman interrupting his ritual. "To be strong, to be able, I don't understand how this is a bad thing."

He surged across the room, his face snarled in anger stopping mere inches from Teela's frightened visage. "Do you not understand that this life is hard? That we suffer so that the rest of the people need not? Our bodies bear the scars of every ordeal we have ever been through, every trial and misery, every moment of agony and torment. This body has suffered torments beyond that which your little mind can imagine. I am reminded of every one of them in every moment of my existence, this body is both a shield and a prison. It is not a subject for your amusement."

"But it's beautiful" she squeaked, her huge, purple eyes beginning to well up with tears.

Her recoiled from her as if she had just said something insane, eyeing her with suspicion and disgust. His hand lunged at her midriff and hoisted up her shirt to reveal a toned midsection. His cheeks grew purple with rage "Do you think this is a game?" he growled through his teeth. As she stammered, trying to formulate a response her continued, louder "You think that I endured agony for dozens of passings of the great moon because I wanted to be like this?" Her lip trembled as his chest and shoulders swelled out, looming ever larger over her slender figure. "That I endured the trial of fire and ice, that I dedicate hours of every day to painful exercises that bloat my muscles and grind my bones, that I must beg for forgiveness from the powers every time I return because I want to be like this? What possible reason could you have for asking such stupid ques-"

"BECAUSE I WANT TO BE STRONG!" she screamed. "This... is what I aspire to. I have never seen anything in my life that impressed me or inspired me more. To say that we should all be helpless except for the help of the Guardians is ridiculous. What reason is there to stop me from becoming all that I can be, for stopping me from being both a normal member of society and being strong enough to protect those I love without resigning myself to a life of servitude?"   Grel-nia looked at her perplexed. "TELL ME!" She yelled.

He'd had enough. He plucked her from the floor with one hand, carried her to the door and dumped her unceremoniously on the street outside. "Be gone. Do not return." he spat, slamming the door behind her.

Teela had stood fuming for minutes, staring at the door, daring him to come back and give her a real answer. Hot, angry tears beaded her cheeks as she shook, impotent with rage. She begged herself not to cry, wiping the drops from her face. Finally she gave up waiting for him to come back. She turned back home and slipped quietly back into her house, avoiding the other members of the commune who were home and slipping off to bed.

As she lay there trying to calm herself, knowing it would only be a matter of time before other members of the household joined her in bed, she played the conversation over and over in her mind.   She had despaired, ebbing further and further into sadness. Then a thought struck her. Maybe it was important, maybe not. He had said "trial of fire and ice". Maybe it was a clue. Maybe it was nothing, just another ordeal he had endured. She would investigate it another time.



She had drifted off that night knowing that she was unlikely to get help in her personal quest. She was glad to know that Stephanie would not have to suffer alone like she had. She thought about Stephanie's taste again; it was a pleasurable, tantalising memory that Teela could not help but be impressed by. She smiled at the possibilities contained within Stephanie's being and decided she would be the best possible example of feminine muscle that she could be.

She strode over to the lat pull down machine and seated herself. Reaching up she grabbed the bar and heaved it down to kiss against her bust. She held it there for a moment, squeezing her biceps and lats as she shuffled on the seat, feeling the powerful intensity flexing through them with satisfaction. She allowed the bar to rise very slowly, scrutinising her form, watching the slow protrusion of her lats from her side as her arms slowly ascended. As the bar neared the top Teela explosively heaved it down again. Seeing her lateral muscles swell out suddenly filled her with pride. She held the bar level with her breasts again, now admiring the full, bulbous swell of her biceps now throbbing powerfully as she held the bar with contemptuous ease.

She suddenly began to pump out repetitions, her movements long and crisp, the stack hurtling up and down as she unleashed her power on it. With every rep she could almost feel the micro-tearing spreading through the muscles as they pumped harder and harder. She looked on with joy to see the muscles swelling larger, the striations becoming more visible and the veins of her biceps slowly becoming prominent as they filled with the blood surging from the throbbing muscles.

Teela relished the sensation of her burning muscles, finishing the set by holding the bar at its lowermost point and flexing the muscles as hard as she could, gave a satisfied moan as the bar finally ascended. When she stood to stretch she allowed herself to flex and pose into the mirror, lustily eyeing the engorged muscles as they ached with a mixture of pain, and a sensual pleasure.

She moved through the circuit she had decided on, working her body intensely, before stopping to eat in the kitchen. She found the whole routine deeply enjoyable. She had been forced to exercise in secret around other Dollath as none of them understood her passion. Yet here she had the equipment and the privacy to work herself to the fullness of her potential. It was so easy to indulge in exercise, the more she did it, the more she enjoyed it.

After resting a short while, her belly full from her break, she went back to the gym for another circuit, and another, and a fourth. By the end of the last circuit Teela was utterly exhausted. Her muscles ached more than she could ever remember, but she was proud. As she stood before the wall length mirror, barely able to lift her arms she smiled at herself. Even more than the night she had all but burst out of the tank top, she looked at her body and saw it fuller and more menacing.

She thought of the bodybuilding competitions that were now a part of her memory and wondered how she would look in the various poses. Recalling that the competitions were about showing off as much muscle as possible and not owning a posing suit, Teela stripped off the sweat drenched clothes now wrapped around her, throwing them to the door. With a grin she walked up close to the mirrored wall and began to run through some of the poses: lat spread, double biceps, side-chest, side triceps, abdominal and thigh, most muscular. She held each for long seconds, her body screaming to be allowed to rest as she forced it to remain full and taut, admiring the huge swells of muscle as they tensed and bunched, trembling with exhaustion.

At last she relaxed, her muscles still tight and aching, droplets of sweat beading down her body. She rewarded her efforts with a quick shower, delighting in the sensation of the warm water running over her hard body. Afterwards she dried off, found a fresh set of clothes and gorged herself in the kitchen, fuelling her body's repair. As she felt her stomach beginning to bloat under the weight of food, she tidied away what was left and looked at the clock. 14:27. 'Stephanie will be home soon' she thought, deciding that she would need to find something to fill the time between now and then. She decided to read through the magazine Stephanie had presented to her yesterday, hoping it would provide insight into what she did for her job.

She waddled slowly to the couch, the stiffness of her body slowly receding as the nutrients from the food were quickly set to work. She slumped down with a gentle moan, retrieving the glossy periodical from the coffee table and eased back into the couch, her weight causing the couch to creak and protest. Reading the human language – no, English... humans had many languages... strange, - reading was difficult at first, but quickly became second nature as her conscious mind began to use the theoretical data written to it the day before.

Now the figures printed in the pages had context, their true dimensions and abilities now fully understood. Teela found her lusting desires surfacing once again as she read through the pages. She eyed the figures longingly, imagining what their bodies would feel like pressed against her. The thought of the heat, the hardness of their colossally muscular bodies, surrounding her and squeezing against her sent shivers of pleasure through her core. She lost herself to fantasy numerous times, catching herself caressing her breasts on more than one occasion.

As the front door opened, Teela jumped, suddenly recalling that she was in fact in someone else's home. "Hey, I'm home, at last!" Stephanie called wistfully, dropping her bag on the hall desk and discarding her coat at the hanger. Teela beamed back, and placed the magazine down, realising she had learned next to nothing from it as she had ended up ogling the pictures instead of paying attention to the writing. Stephanie made straight for Teela, leaned over her and kissed her forehead. I'm gonna grab a quick cup of coffee and then I'll join you, that okay?" she asked wearily.

Teela looked back, stood up and said "No." Stephanie paused, uncertain how to proceed. Suddenly Teela slid her arms around Stephanie and pulled her close, grinning broadly. "I'll make the coffee" she whispered, planting a wet kiss on Stephanie's cheek, "You should sit and relax." As Stephanie stood dumbfounded, Teela nuzzled her cheek and pulled her tighter still.

Stephanie let her head fall to Teela's shoulder, giggling softly. "Are you sure you're not my guardian angel?" she whispered.

Teela mused on the word Guardian... the translation wasn't quite exact, but it made her smile. "Maybe" she breathed back. Teela motioned Stephanie to the couch and bounded off to the kitchen to make drinks, reappearing minutes later with mugs in hand.   Stephanie gratefully accepted the drink, sipping greedily at the beverage before lying back and giving out a prolonged sigh. "How was your day?" Teela soothed.

"Ugh, well, today was the monthly briefing, everyone gets assignments or submits proposals to our editor who coordinates who writes what, but Frank, the editor, was in a bad mood today so he grilled everyone relentlessly. He also chases anyone who hasn't had turned their article for this months issue. He wouldn't let anyone go until he'd finished with everyone, something about setting an example, so there was no lunch break, I ended up grabbing a disgusting sandwich on the way home. It doesn't help that I have a couple of colleagues who don't understand boundaries and spent half the meeting staring at me. I'm so glad I don't have to go in on a regular basis." Stephanie glanced at Teela who was gazing at her, realising she had been speaking non-stop. "Sorry, how was your day"

"I enjoyed it. I had time to reflect on my circumstances and made extensive use of your gym equipment. I have also eaten plentifully and have read some of the magazine you left. I had been thinking, would you like to relieve some of your frustration in the gym this evening?" Teela asked coyly.

Stephanie looked back at Teela, still awed by her beauty, and grateful she hadn't slipped up and blurted anything out at work about this stunning alien. "You know what? That sounds like exactly what I need right now. Let me go change and I'll meet you in there?" Teela nodded enthusiastically.

Teela eyed the gorgeous woman now walking away, gazing at the sexy sway of Stephanie's sultry hips as she peeled off her jacket and blouse. As tired as she felt, she was deeply aroused and longed to feel Stephanie's body entwined with hers. She set about adjusting the weights for Stephanie's use, remembering the settings from her last workout.

Stephanie reappeared to be greeted by Teela's warm smile, and was beckoned over to the chest fly machine. Sliding into the seat, Stephanie felt reassured to have Teela again leaning close to her to spot and support her. "If you are ready..." Teela said, her hands cupping Stephanie's.

Stephanie spent a few seconds psyching herself up, bouncing back and forth in the seat to quicken her pulse. She tensed her arms and chest a few times and finally heaved the handles forward. As they thudded into each other Stephanie let out a shrill "Ooh, surprised at the ease with which she had thrown the weight up. Bringing it down more slowly she asked, "umm, can I put the weight up one? This feels quite a bit lighter than last time."

Teela grinned, taken aback by her confidence. Her hand shot to Stephanie's chest, gently squeezing the slim pectoral muscles hidden beneath the tight T-shirt. "Tense?" Teela asked: Stephanie tensed. "Relax?" she asked: Stephanie relaxed. Teela was amazed, she couldn't believe the progress from just two days ago. It might only have been a small increase, but proportionally it was huge.

"Yes, it would appear I shall need to recalibrate the weight of the machines if your progress is similar throughout your body." Teela slipped the pin out of the stack and pushed it back into the next plate down, exhilarated by the thought of such momentous progress.

Stephanie moaned loudly as she heaved again, the handles swinging forward more slowly this time. Teela watched intently as Stephanie worked through the set, counting each rep joyfully in her head. Stephanie began to struggle at fourteen, Teela again letting her hands to press gently against Stephanie's wrists to reduce the weight fractionally. At twenty, Stephanie was gasping and straining, a sweat beginning to break out on her face. She grimaced as she struggled to hold the weight, her arms shuddering almost violently as she counted the seconds. Teela helped Stephanie keep the weight held for thirty seconds before easing the handles back.

As soon as the weights touched down Stephanie let out an anguished moan, but pressed her chest forward to further stretch her tortured pecs. Teela quickly moved in to massage the aching muscles, eliciting further feminine moans from Stephanie. Stephanie looked down at the powerful blue arms affectionately massaging her chest and cooed softly, enjoying the attention. She looked deep into Teela's eyes, seeing the tender devotion as Teela eased her fingers over her body, felt a wave of affection wash through her. Stephanie ran her own hands over Teela's powerful forearms as she asked "What's next?"


As they had before, Stephanie worked through the various machines in her gym, Teela devotedly spotting and supporting her. After each of the first two circuits they again retreated to the kitchen for the pair to refuel, returning after short breaks they returned for further circuits.


Teela had again found herself becoming aroused. Watching the slender young woman pushing her body for hour after hour, seeing definition becoming deeper, more accentuated with her efforts was deeply stimulating. Sexual tension thundered from her loins to her neck, swelling into her breasts as she aided Stephanie. Her nipples were beginning to ache even more as they hardened further with each passing set. Stephanie too was sexually charged, but for this last set she was determined to remain focussed.

Stephanie eased the bar off the stand, resting the sixty pound weight across her slender trapezius muscles. Teela stood in front and guided her forward away from the rack, acting as Stephanie's mirror as she performed the squats in perfect synchronisation. Stephanie's feminine grunts grew louder with each squat, and even though her energy levels were decreasing, the shuddering vibrations from her straining muscles were running through her core and bringing her body to release copious amounts of adrenaline into her system. Her gasping became more strained as her quads and glutes powered her body up and down, the burning sensation growing by the second.

Stephanie was coming to enjoy the burn, not only for the growth that would follow or even Teela's sensual touch, but the burn itself.   Delighting in the strain to keep powering the bar up and down she began to roar with pleasure, confidence flowing out from her. Even as Teela began to reduce the weight, Stephanie carried on demanding of her legs, powering out reps.

Finally Stephanie shuddered her last rep to completion, nearly collapsing forward into Teela. Teela easily caught Stephanie and the bar and walked her back to re-rack the bar. Stephanie threw her arms around Teela's shoulders, panting heavily. Teela cradled Stephanie's head to look up at her, beaming pride at the exhausted woman.

"Food, now?" Stephanie simpered hopefully.

Teela stared back, her eyes intense, the lust building in her reaching fever pitch. She could feel Stephanie's chest swelling and falling rapidly into her own engorged bust, her elegant, taut legs trembling between her own as they shifted with exhaustion. She couldn't bear it she had to have her. "There – there is a way I could – aid your recovery, but it is – unorthodox, and very, intimate." she said softly. "I find the idea to be extremely appealing and I believe it would bring us closer together, though I do not wish for you to feel in any way obligated to agree to it. May I ask you a very ... personal question?"

Stephanie straightened up slightly, intrigued by Teela's words. With a soft smile she replied "Teela, you've helped me start to lift weights, you sleep in my bed pressed up against me, I've seen you strip naked outside my lounge door, you've even tasted my DNA! You're... incredible. I mean, you're gorgeous, kind, gentle, sexy... I think you've more than earned the right to ask personal questions."

Teela felt a surge of pressure well through her bust as Stephanie flattered her, blushing profusely, her cheeks turning purple, she explained "There – there are certain hormones in my body that would greatly aid the speed of your recovery. In fact, I believe that they would enable you to add a significantly greater quantity and quality of muscle to your frame, strengthening your bones, tendons and ligaments as well as a number of other benefits. However, in order to transfer these to you, you would need to... feed from me" Teela flexed her pecs, heaving her voluptuous bust up by inches, presenting the barely contained breasts to Stephanie's face. "Would – would you..." Teela paused, unable to finish the question.

Stephanie summoned the last reserves of her strength to push herself against Teela's thick frame. "You mean, nurse from you?" Teela nodded nervously. Stephanie beamed at Teela, overwhelmed by her generosity. She kissed Teela, barely able to hold herself upright enough to reach over Teela's enormous bust. "Yes... I would be honoured. I mean... just, yes! I'd love to!"

Teela embraced Stephanie passionately, their tongues gently dancing with each other as their lips pressed and squeezed around them. Teela led Stephanie to the lounge and backed slowly onto the couch, Stephanie panting breathlessly behind. Teela grabbed the bottom of her vest and pulled the thin fabric over her head. Her breasts were magnificent, full and pert, captivating Stephanie, leaving her erotically entranced. Teela leaned back and beckoned her closer.

Stephanie crawled slowly forward, her weary arms struggling to take her weight as she navigated Teela's hulking thighs, her powerful hips, her jutting abdominals. Stephanie lowered her self to sit straddling Teela's right thigh, her head inching closer to Teela's chest. Teela arched her back and pushed out her breasts even further, silently begging for Stephanie's lips on her body. Stephanie gazed over the huge, supple breasts as they rapidly heaved with Teela's frenzied breaths. Stephanie looked up and saw the desperate look in Teela's eyes as she held her lower lip between her teeth.

Teela's hands shot out to grab Stephanie's wrists, bringing her palms up to rest on the outside of her trembling bosom. Stephanie's breath faltered as she felt the firm, smooth skin, and began to gently tease them. Teela began to moan at the sensation, her breasts almost ready to burst from the tension. Stephanie leaned in close, pressing her lips into the taut, velvety soft skin of her right breast. Seconds later she kissed the other, then the left, and the right, each delicate peck drawing nearer and nearer to Teela's erect nipples. As Stephanie smoothed her hands over the Teela's body she found it difficult to hide her grin, feeling Teela shift underneath her with barely contained lust. As her lips pursed around Teela's nipple, Teela sharply inhaled with a whimpering moan of pleasure. She immediately ran her hands through Stephanie's hair, sliding her fingers through the luxurious, silken strands, easing Stephanie's lips against her.

Stephanie began to play her tongue in circles and her squeezed full lips against the steely tip, drawing high, quavering yelps from Teela. She held Teela in her mouth for long teasing seconds before at last, squeezing the engorged breast sensually with both hands, she sucked the nipple and broke the seal.

Teela roared with pleasure as she felt the rush of fluid gushing into Stephanie's willing mouth, the tension finally released. The sweet release of pressure coupled with Stephanie's tender, sensual touch brought Teela to total euphoria. She clawed at the couch cushions, her body shivering with power as she revelled in the intimacy of it all. Stephanie too delighted, not only at the sensation of Teela's massive quadriceps heaving against her groin, but the taste of Teela's milk was an intense, peachy sweetness, creamy and satisfying... She greedily gulped down every drop she could draw from Teela, pressing her body against her paramour as Teela's warmth flowed into her, pooling as a fulfilling weight in her stomach.

Teela felt herself emptying as Stephanie eagerly nursed at her right side. Cradling Stephanie's head between her bulging biceps and forearms she transferred   it to her left side. Stephanie paused, trying to regain her breath panting heavily. Her hot breath heated the air flowing over Teela's nipple as she breathed out, before immediately cooling it as the air rushed back in as she inhaled. Teela felt her tip harden beyond imagining, her left breast still throbbing with tension and lust. Stephanie began to feel Teela's gift spreading into her body, a wonderful tingling sensation beginning to warm through her blood, rushing from her core out to her limbs and extremities.

With renewed vigour, Stephanie planted her lips around the erect nipple and drew deep from the engorged breast. Teela screamed in delight at the eruption of fluid spilling out of her, throwing her free limbs around Stephanie and embracing her tightly. Stephanie in kind found herself grasping at every inch of bulging blue muscle in reach, her face nuzzling firmly into Teela's bust as she drew strength from the invigorating sensation filling her body.

Feeling the tension ebbing, Teela flopped back against the couch, still holding Stephanie's lips to her nipple. She moaned with satisfaction, caressing her right breast, noting with pride that although it had reduced in size, it still held its firm, pert shape. Stephanie began to ease off as Teela's reserves diminished. With a passionate sob Stephanie threw herself at Teela, her tongue seeking out Teela's as she longed to become one with her lover.

Teela, aroused beyond all understanding could bear the confines of both couch and clothing no more. She tore off her bottoms, then Stephanie's bottoms and top. Flinging the torn rags away she finally felt Stephanie's body in all its glory squeezing against her from head to toe. She cocooned the slender human with her limbs as she pressed her core, her hips, her quivering lips against Stephanie's. Stephanie returned her passions, frenziedly kissing her alien paramour. She slipped her arms over Teela's massive shoulders and heaved herself up, flicking her toned legs around Teela's rippling midsection and pressing her hips into Teela's bulbous abs.

"Take me to bed" Stephanie whimpered, her body quaking with desire. They locked tongues again as Teela strode out of the room, up the stairs to the bedroom, and crawled onto the bed, Stephanie still wrapped around her thick torso.

Teela lowered Stephanie slowly onto the soft, luxurious duvet, letting her sizeable weight press her into Stephanie's hips, intimate pressure mounting with their growing attraction. Stephanie's hands caressed the bulging length of Teela's arms, slid over her taut shoulders and traps to rest on Teela's cheeks. They stared deep into each others eyes in the half light of the evening, savouring the moments before they devoured one another, breathing deep of each other.

Over the next hours they would bring each other to heights of ecstasy neither had know before. Again and again they screamed with euphoria, growing closer to each other, mind body and soul. Teela wrapped Stephanie in her strength, dominating and protecting her, lending her confidence. Stephanie stimulated Teela with passion and devotion, revering Teela's magnificent form and endlessly worshipping the masses of hard, bulging muscle adorning Teela's agile body.


When at last they collapsed, utterly exhausted, Stephanie fell asleep with her head nestled on Teela's chest. Her libido utterly satiated, Teela shifted Stephanie's body to lie between her legs, draped over her chest. She brought her arms to cradle her lover, purring softly as she fought her fatigue, longing to hold on to this perfect moment. She ran her hands through the long, wavy hair draped cascading over her shoulder, still fascinated by the strange and exotic beauty dozing gently on top of her. Their body heat merging, Teela kissed Stephanie one last time and drifted off to sleep.
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Dear God, man. This story is amazing. Even beyond our weird online community standards, this is good stuff.

[UnholyDk1103]

Chapter 6
Surprising Responses
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As she stirred she slid her cheek across the solid, warm expanse of muscle beneath it. Stephanie found herself draped across Teela's ample chest. Her own bust nestled tightly underneath Teela's, rising and falling as Teela's huge chest inexorably swelled and fell with her every breath.   Stephanie's toned stomach shifted sensually across Teela's, feeling every one of Teela's sharply defined abdominals caressing her back in return. Stephanie raised her head slowly to gaze up at Teela's angelic face as her hands tenderly squeezed Teela's lateral muscles.

Longing for the taste of her lips, Stephanie slid her body up, bringing her self level with Teela. As she smoothed her hands over Teela's thick pectoral muscles Stephanie gently caressed the side of Teela's face with her own cheek. As Teela began to stir, Stephanie began to purr, imitating Teela's actions during their passionate exchange the previous night. Teela awoke smiling, turning her head to face Stephanie. As their eyes sleepily met, Stephanie cooed softly and nuzzled Teela, squeezing her arms around the blue goddess.

With a look of mischief, Teela inhaled deeply. As her hands slipped to the back of Stephanie's neck, Teela let loose a deep, powerful purr. Gently pressing their heads together, sensual vibrations trembled through Stephanie's head, reverberating through her very bones. The gentle quivering stimulated her brain to release a flood of endorphins, surging through her mind and giving her an overwhelming sensation of love, joy and happiness. Stephanie whimpered as she struggled comprehend the wave of euphoria, grabbing desperately at the powerful, muscular form cradling her. Teela caressed her head down Stephanie's form, following the tight curve of Stephanie's jaw and moving her head to prop Stephanie's chest up. As the vibrations permeated Stephanie's chest she felt every inch of her flesh writhing in pleasure, the sensations massaging through her taut, toned flesh.

With a yelp, Stephanie heaved Teela's shoulders back down into the bed and pinned her there. Her lips darted to Teela's and her tongue slipped between them. Teela tightened her embrace, her thickly muscled body coiling around Stephanie's lithe frame, their naked forms trembling against each other.

As Stephanie paused to gasp for breath she trembled "Oh my God, that feels incredible! How do you do that?"

Teela cradled Stephanie's head in her massive arm, her biceps bunching up to press delicately into Stephanie's cheek. "Another bit of genetic engineering. Dollath can cause their throats to vibrate at varying frequencies. With practise these can be used to activate certain specific responses from brain tissue. Having come to know your essence I understand how yours will respond."

Stephanie thought for a moment and asked "Wait, so you can taste DNA, you can like, what, make people love you by purring against them? What can't you do?"

Teela giggled. "The purpose of the, 'purring', is to deepen bonds. It is a very intimate action, I would not share this with a stranger. I would in fact be offended were another Dollath to do this to me without my consent."

Stephanie's eyes widened as a look of concern crossed her face. "Should – should I have asked before I did that?"

Teela laughed softly in response, "You recall that we made passionate love last night?" Stephanie blushed, pressing her hips into Teela's. "That is far more intimate and I am humbled that you would even think to emulate my actions."

Stephanie kissed her again before holding her head and gazing adoringly into Teela's deep, purple eyes. "There's so much I want to know about you... how much do you know about human customs? Like, how much information was in that, data upload thingy?"

Teela placed her palms on the bed either side of her chest and pushed herself into a seated position, her abs bunching together and jutting out as her midsection contracted. Stephanie shifted to sit side saddle on Teela's powerful legs, savouring the feeling of the hard muscles shifting beneath her butt and thighs. Stephanie slipped her arms around Teela's globular shoulders as Teela rested her sculpted arms around Stephanie's tight waist.

"I am aware of the general rules, but in my experience practical application is rarely as simple." Teela mused, gazing up at Stephanie. "I hope we can teach each other many new things." As Stephanie grinned with embarrassment Teela began to play her lips tenderly across Stephanie's collar bone. Stephanie leaned her head away from Teela's luscious pout to expose her neck, inviting Teela's affections on. Stephanie's eyes closed as she concentrated on the warm caress inching over her skin. When she opened her eyes, her gaze caught the clock.

She stiffened and looked at Teela, returning her kiss briefly. "We've got a few hours before I have a client coming over for a photo shoot, how about we go downstairs and eat something?" Teela instantly grew concerned, but Stephanie's hand squeezing her thick shoulder gave her pause. "I promise, I won't let him know anything about you. I'll keep him downstairs, take all the photos there. I know there's not much to do up here on your own, but so long as you stay quiet he'll never know a thing. And, he's a bodybuilder, so there'll be a lot of photos to go through afterwards."

Now Teela's face flushed purple. "How-" she paused to stifle a huge grin, "How, big is he?" she glanced up shyly at Stephanie.

"Sam, Sam Bridges that is, at his last contest he had- 19? Yeah, 19 inch biceps, nicely proportioned, and he was pretty damned cut too." Stephanie replied.

"Cut? He was injured?" Teela queried, suddenly concerned.

"No, uhh, it's a term used to describe someone's muscles when they're big but really lean, y'know? As if someone had sculpted the the muscle with a knife out of clay, or, something like that, I don't know." Teela cocked her head, a perplexed smile written across her feminine features. "Yeah, humans have a weird habit of being non-literal a lot of the time. Anyway, let's eat, I'm hungry."

...

Sauntering into kitchen wearing a t-shirt and cargo pants Stephanie padded casually over to the fridge. Peering inside she tried to recall which carton of eggs needed finishing first. As her arm reached in to check the dates written on the side of the cartons, she paused. Light from inside spilled down her arm, subtle definition showing along the length of her forearm. She balled her hand up slowly into a fist, watching the slender muscles slide and swell under her skin. As she began to play her hand around, her eyes slipped to her upper arm. As her biceps swelled slightly, thickening outwards from her arm she smiled, hardening the flex as she played her lower arm around to watch the motion of her muscles. The modest swell protruding from her arm looked, and felt, bigger than she remembered.

She recalled what Teela had said about the Dollath hormones being beneficial to her recovery and wondered exactly how much they were helping. She realised that she felt... better, even though she had only started training in earnest three days before. The difference was subtle, but she felt more energetic, more vibrant as a whole. She was still slender and elegant, but noticed that when she flexed her muscles they visibly showed. Powerful, streamlined curves pressing out from beneath her skin.

Teela walked into the kitchen area, tugging at the snugly fitting shorts and vest top now stretched about her body.   As Stephanie began to pull food from the fridge to cook, Teela strolled over to lean by the counter near the hob. "So what else would you like to ask me about?" She asked.

"Ooh, um" Stephanie threw a dozen strips of bacon into the pan as she thought about what to ask first. "So, are there a lot of bodybuilders on, was it Dolla?"

"No, I do not believe there to be any bodybuilders on Dolla. Well, not since I left. There are Guardians who are very muscular, but they do not display or flaunt their physiques in the same manner, nor are they admired as they are here."

Stephanie pushed the sizzling bacon around the pan, surprised by the answer. "Really? I kinda expected it to be a big thing, y'know, since literally a hundred percent of the Dollath I've met are sexy and muscular!" she replied with grin. Teela smiled wistfully. "I guess if there aren't any bodybuilders on Dollath then it probably wasn't easy to build your physique?"

Teela gazed off toward the gym thinking. "No, it was difficult, frustrating and lonely. Dollath society doesn't recognise bodybuilding as necessary or worthwhile in and of itself. I have yet to meet another of my species who understands my passion. Since I first saw one of the Guardian's physiques uncovered and realised my passion for muscle, I had to work out how they created such impressive bodies on my own, mostly by watching from afar. I struggled to make much progress using nothing but bodyweight exercises." Teela sighed at the memories.

Glancing up and down Teela's body, eyeing the thick swells of muscle stretching out her smooth, velvety skin Stephanie remarked "If this is just bodyweight exercises, you're gonna be enormous in no time using gym equipment!" Teela smiled ruefully back.

"For a time I lived opposite a Guardian barracks and had opportunity to study them from a distance. One morning I noticed a man had arrived there. The Guardians interrogated him and after a few hours of baring his soul to them, they took him to a room and stripped him of his possessions. He was left in solitude until late in the evening. Then they took him out to the courtyard where they had prepared a bonfire and a deep pool of icy water. The Guardians went through a spoken ritual and the new candidate said little but seemed to solemnly nod his assent every now and again."

"Wait, these Guardians, they're all big, buff muscular guys? Could you see how big and muscley they were?" Stephanie interjected with a giggle, as she poked the bacon around the pan.

"No, only the initiate was stripped down to a... loin cloth I guess would be the closest equivalent. Also, not all Guardians are male, there are a some women who follow the path, but I digress. The initiate was brought forward to the edge of the bonfire and directed to kneel before it. He was barely a foot away and even from my vantage point across the street I could see the agony on his face. Seconds later he was pulled back and plunged fully into the ice bath. One of the Guardians held him under for several seconds. When he was brought out he was taken straight back to the fire. Back and forth, over and over."

"That sounds horrible! Why would they do that? Why would he do that?" Stephanie asked, appalled at the thought.

As Stephanie began to serve up various items Teela continued. "I don't recall how many trips the initiate made, but eventually he fell to the ground convulsing. He pawed at the Guardian holding him, and they quickly gathered around him. After a few moments, they let him up and draped a heavy chain around his shoulders. Suddenly he began to sprint laps around their courtyard."

Stephanie ushered Teela to the stool next to the one on which she sat. Breakfast now laid out the pair began to eat. "I'd never seen anyone run so fast, nor for so long. He ran with frantic fervour before eventually collapsing into a shivering heap. The Guardians lifted the chain off him, picked him up and helped him inside. I didn't understand it at the time but I thought it might be important so I decided to try it out."

Stephanie almost spat out a mouthful of toast. "What? Why- What?"

Teela giggled, "It's okay, I watched the new initiate for a few moons and he became much larger in that time. His muscles grew at a staggering rate. I had studied them intently and I couldn't see that they were doing anything more than what I was doing. It had to be that ritual."

"So, what, you broke in and used their courtyard torture equipment?"

"No, I set up my own equipment. I found a small, isolated dwelling where I would have privacy and set up all the necessary components. Bear in mind I was studying to be an engineer so the mechanical elements were a simple matter for me to set up. At that time I was much more slender than I am now. My biceps were, perhaps 13 inches around? My body was toned, and strong, but certainly nothing like it is now." She flexed her considerable biceps, the near 18 inch circumference shuddering with power. Stephanie gave it a quick squeeze, feeling the dense mound with her slender fingers.

"I waited till night and lit the bonfire, the pool chilled by a make shift cooling system I had rigged and I did what the initiate did. It was extremely painful... I remember the heat of the flames searing my skin from the first moment I knelt next to it. I counted out the moments before standing and turning to leap into the pool, holding my breath under the icy water."

Stephanie slid her arm around Teela, her hand squeezing Teela's broad shoulders sympathetically. "You seriously did this all by yourself? No one to help you or watch over you while you went through that?" she asked.

"Indeed. I lost count of the number of trips I made back and forth, but at last, as I plunged back into the pool I felt a sudden burst of... tension, energy, heat, bursting through my chest. I felt adrenaline surge through my body like never before. I sprang from the water as I felt the need to... to, exert myself. Fight, run, fornicate, it didn't matter what I did, but I had energy raging through my body and I felt that if I did not use it, it would consume me. Of course, there was no one else there so I had no choice but to run. I staggered to my feet but found the small garden too small to run freely in. I burst through the gate of the small garden and found myself headed up the side of a mountain, but I didn't care."

"I felt my legs pumping furiously beneath me. My muscles were swollen with power and energy. As I sprinted up the incline I felt a sense of euphoria filling my body. I later worked out that I ran, maybe six miles at a significant incline." Stephanie stared, captivated by the tale. "As I now understand, Dollath have a dormant gland that is designed to activate in times of extreme stress. Once activated it releases a reservoir of adrenaline into the body, but after that it remains active, producing various growth hormones that help our bodies increase bone and muscular strength."

"Wait, so you just grow super huge after you've been through intense stress? Damn! You think you could give me one of those dormant - thingies?" Stephanie asked eagerly.

"No, we still need to exercise, but the results are much quicker... and I believe performing any kind of surgery to create new organs in a previously undocumented species would require years of research and a great many geneticists." Levelling her eyes in a sultry 'come hither' look she followed up with; "But of course, you are welcome to share the benefits of mine." Breathing in and rocking her chest back and forth, Teela's breasts heaved out from her chest, jiggling back and forth gently as she teased Stephanie.

...

After eating, discussion turned to more practical matters. Teela packed her meagre possessions away upstairs and out of sight while Stephanie prepared her camera, back up camera, spare batteries, spare memory cards, lenses, filters, stands, tools, lighting and make up, all in readiness for the shoot.

...

"May I ask how Sam is to arrive?" Teela asked, from the couch. Next to her Stephanie sat fiddling with her cameras, checking everything was in working order.

"He'll be driving, park out back. Don't worry, as far as he's concerned the garage is full, he won't get to see your ship." she offered distractedly.

After a pause, Teela queried; "Will he not inquire as to the cause of the damage to your lawn?"

Stephanie stopped. "Shit." she muttered under her breath. "The hell did I forget about that?" Stephanie rubbed her forehead firmly, irritated at her oversight. "I'll move a car to block the path to the garage."

Teela leaned forward, her powerful frame coming to rest gently against Stephanie. "I could flatten   the affected area if you have some tools?"

Stephanie looked at Teela, her eyes circling her companion's face. "If you're going outside we should probably look into some sort of disguise. I know we're pretty secluded out here but anyone who sees a muscular blue woman is bound to ask questions." She looked at the table, her eyes coming to rest on her make up box. A smile crept onto her face as she pictured Teela looking a little more human. Maybe she could give Teela a make over later... "If you're going outside, put on lots of long clothes, gloves, a hat, keep as much of yourself covered as possible   for the time being."

...

Teela adorned herself in unrevealing attire, hiding her body under loose, long clothes. Her head was covered with a long wig from Stephanie's extensive wardrobe, secured in place beneath a baseball cap. As she set about shovelling the mounds of sodden earth back in to the gouges in the turf, Stephanie began to prep rooms, taking test shots, plugging in lights and moving furniture. Adjusting the lounge, Stephanie paused to gaze out the window at Teela, admiring the swiftness with which she worked.

As Teela crouched down to inspect the earth, her body contorting effortlessly as she inspected her work, Stephanie wondered if Teela would mind posing for a few photos. She pictured her stretching, lounging, flexing her muscles as she draped her nubile body out over the soft rug by the fire, the light of the flames dancing over her body. Perhaps shots catching the moment as she burst from beneath the surface of the water. The tranquillity of her swimming pool shattered as Teela's shredded torso burst from the water, her breasts propelling a spray of water as they heaved atop her chest, her neck and back arched as she gasped deep for air, splaying her powerful arms and chest out.

If she swam of course... she'd have to ask Teela if Dollath liked the water. With a grin, she went back to her preparations.

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"Take the next right... In – two hundred – and – fifty – yards – you have reached your destination" spoke the sat-nav.

'About time' he thought. He shifted into second, and let the coupé idle up the driveway. He peered out at the forests surrounding the estate, sizing up the scenery with quiet anticipation. He smirked to himself, imagining plot lines for films in this kind of setting. Him, the hero, striding in to the isolated house, beating down the monsters, aliens and gangsters to save the beautiful women held hostage. The women, eternally grateful and overawed by his ripped body as he takes out the big bad boss guy. The film ends with him surrounded by the harem of scantily clad bimbos climbing over each other to be with him. 'Yeah, that'd be sweet.'

As the house came into view he flicked off the sat-nav,   parking close to the front door. The engine thrummed menacingly as he assessed the house. Pulling the keys from the car he checked his watch. '12:38'. He rolled his eyes up, straining to work out how many sips of water he would allow himself, shutting out his body's cries for fluid. With a sigh he took a large gulp of water from a sports bottle, grabbed his holdall and stepped out of the car.

As he stepped light headedly toward the front door, it opened and a slender woman emerged to greet him. Immediately noticing her beauty, he steadied himself, puffing out his broad chest and calling out to her; "Hi there!"

Stephanie beamed a smile at him, "Hi, Sam, nice to finally meet you!" She skipped down the couple of steps to shake his hand. "How was your trip?"

"Not bad" he grinned back. "Just glad to be here finally." He looked deep into her eyes, imagining the brunette playing the part of the endangered damsel.

"Please, come in, put your bag down. Can I get you anything?" She offered over her shoulder as she bounced back inside.

"Uhhh" He plodded inside behind her admiring the interior of the house... and Stephanie's shapely hips. "No thanks, I'm keeping dry as I can for the shoot, I want every muscle to be as conditioned as possible."

As Stephanie ushered him to the couch he dropped his bag and took off his jacket, the loose T-shirt draped over his broad chest riding up his arms and exposing his massive arms. She was impressed by their size and definition, lingering on them longer than she meant to. When he started to tense them she snapped back with a blush. "Sorry, umm, very impressive." She nodded .

"So uhh, what do you wanna start with?" he asked, rolling his huge shoulders back and forth as he placed his hands on his hips.

"Right, yes, umm," she turned round and flipped open her laptop, bringing up his email with requests and ideas. As she leaned over the coffee table, her fingers darting across the keys, Sam approvingly eyed her tight butt and shapely legs. "So, from the list you've sent me, we'll start with the head shots, they're the easiest and best done when you're fresh. You brought the changes of clothes I suggested?" She glanced up to see him nod. "Good, uhh, after that we'll move into the gym, unfortunately I don't have any equipment for strongman competitions, but the gym is pretty extensive so we shouldn't have any trouble showing off that physique of yours."

They both chuckled slightly as she shot him a giddy glance. She continued "Uhh, then, I was thinking we'd move to the pool, get some shots of you more relaxed, show a more playful side, show you've got some range and depth? It's good to have a few unusual shots to shake things up a bit, help you stand out and really stick in the mind of whoever you're giving your portfolio to."

"Okay, cool." He mused, unsure if he'd approve of any photos not showing him domineering and powerful. What the hell, she was cute and maybe she'd be up for something more if he played this right.

"Don't worry, the pool is plenty big enough to get some good shots, there's plenty we can get done in there."

''Oh yeah, I'll bet there's plenty we can do.' he smirked to himself.

"Last, the artistic shots, we'll do those in here. The curtains can black out the room and the fire provides a really nice back drop, gives you interesting, dynamic lighting. That all sound okay?" she asked, turning back to face him.

He smiled broadly, flashing his pearly whites. "Yeah, that sounds great." he said. 'Yeah, she's definitely into me' he thought.

"Okay! Let's start with the shirt and tie, then take a seat over here and we'll get started"



Upstairs, Teela lay on the bed, excitement welling through her. The fear of having a stranger in the house so close to her, risking her discovery, weighed against the thought of having a hugely muscular body posing and flexing mere metres away made resting impossible. She was terrified to move too quickly on the bed lest the shifting be heard.

At the same time, the thought of being discovered by this other human... perhaps he'd be just as welcoming and accepting as Stephanie had been. Maybe more so. She began to fantasise about him, playfully flexing her muscles, imagining his strength pitted against hers. She thought about him wrapping his arms around her, pinning her to the bed, having his way with her in strange new ways. She slid her hands behind her head, spreading her chest, her bust heaving out. Imagining his body pressing down against her, she pulled her knees wide across the width of bed, bringing her ankles up to nestle against her bulbous glutes. Her thighs slowly squeezed and danced as her muscles began to flex against his imagined weight, her hips slowly gyrating as she tensed her core muscles, her abs quivering as they flexed.

As the bed began to softly creak she quickly stilled herself. After a few calming breaths, she sat up slowly, placing her palms flat on the bed. 'Two hours. Just two hours until he leaves... perhaps three.' she thought. She felt pent up, nervous energy pounding through her. She wanted to do something, anything, but had nothing to occupy herself. It already felt like an eternity and he'd only been here for ten minutes. This would be a long few hours...

...

"Hold it! Hold it right there, perfect, perrrr-fect" Stephanie fired off a dozen shots in quick succession as he growled, holding his body up at the top of a pull up. She moved around him varying the angle of the shots, shifting the centre of the photos to emphasise different parts of his shredded physique. "Beautiful, now give me roar like you're about to tear the bar in two."

Without hesitation he bellowed, baring his teeth, determination scrawled across his face. In truth he was feeling drained, but since Stephanie had removed the sweater she had greeted him in, showing off a surprisingly toned body he was determined to show off for her. The bobbing of her breasts inside the tight top she wore got his more than blood up.

After another flurry of photos she lowered the camera to check the display. She smiled at the bulging body captured on the tiny screen. 'Yeah, that's very nice!' she thought. When she glanced up at him, for a second she thought she saw anguish, but he started to crank out repetitions with a sly, confident look on his face. Stephanie giggled "Alright tough guy, I think I've got enough shots for the gym section. Come on down."

"You sure?" he wheezed out between grunts, "I can do this all day you know!"

"Yeah, I'm sure. Come on, let's take a look at these." She deftly slipped the memory card out of her camera and plugged it into the laptop. He ambled slowly over, trying to disguise his fatigue with a confident swagger. He stood next to Stephanie, his aching arm brushing gently against her. She looked intently at the screen, scrolling through the hundreds of pictures. She smiled, they looked good. Damn, he looked good in them. She ushered him closer as she paused on various photos, complimenting his size, symmetry and conditioning. Happy with her work, she glanced at him and caught him looking back. For a moment they lingered, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. With a huge grin Stephanie looked down, blushing profusely.

'Time to turn on the charm' Sam thought. "So, we should, uhh-" He leaned closer to her.

"Yeah, we should get back to it. Come on, the bathroom's just through here, you can change for the pool shots." She blurted quickly, grabbing her camera as she bounded over to the the door. With giddy embarrassment she guided him to the bathroom. He collected his bag and disappeared in.

'Is she shy or is she playing with me?' he thought. Damn it, the last thing he needed was blood rushing to his junk, he was light headed enough as it was. He drank a few long gulps from the tap to stave off the slight dizziness and stripped off his sweat laden clothes to change into a pair of long black shorts. 'Keep at it, she'll come around'



Teela stood at the door frame of the master bedroom, staring down the corridor. Concerned by the loud grunting and shouting, she had crept off the bed and pried the door open slowly to better hear what was going on. Her ears twitched as she strained to hear anything from downstairs. Was that Stephanie's voice? A pang of fear stabbed through her chest: What if he'd hurt her? What if he was toying with her, planning on killing her? Her eyes widened as her fears ran rampant. It was quiet... too quiet.

The familiar clack of the bathroom door opening sounded faint from up here, but the soft murmur of friendly voices followed, reassuring her. Teela relaxed slightly before realising she had been gripping the door handle tightly. As she released it she noticed the brass had deformed under the pressure of her grip. She looked at her trembling hand, surprised at her own reaction. She wasn't coping well with this. She clenched her fists, her arms, her body shuddering as her muscles flexed intensely. She silently grimaced, willing her body to expend some of the energy welling in her, filling her with a nauseating tension. With a quiet sigh she padded back to the bed. 'They will be finished soon' she thought herself. 'Please, let them be finished soon''

...

Walking back out of the pool, happy at the photos taken over the last hour Stephanie said; "There's plenty of towels in the bathroom. If you can put on the smart trousers you brought, I'll set the lighting in the lounge, okay?

Sam nodded and sauntered into the bathroom, feeling exhausted and frustrated, leaving Stephanie to putter about in the lounge. She picked up her phone bringing up her home app to remotely close the blinds and ignite the fire place. She checked the light levels in front of the hearth before changing the memory card in the camera again. She was oblivious that Teela, overcome by boredom, and curiosity, was now crouched down in the stairwell, peering through the open plan space at Stephanie.

The bathroom door opened again and Sam stepped out. Stephanie ushered him over to the fireplace and directed him to lie in front of it. As Stephanie began to take photos, Teela looked on from the darkness, captivated by the man's physique. Watching him pose and stretch out in front of the fireplace, Teela began flexing quietly to herself, imagining the things she could do with a man like that. Her hands began to wander over her body, squeezing her powerful thighs, teasing her trembling abs, caressing and stimulating herself as she imagined the plethora of scenarios the three of them could share.



After a couple of hundred photos, Stephanie encouraged Sam to his feet. He clambered to his feet and eased up to Stephanie. As she thumbed through the images on the camera he remarked. "At least I can take these damned pants off now. They're too tight on my thighs." He peered over Stephanie's shoulder, his thickly muscled chest brushing gently against Stephanie's arm. Stephanie looked up at him. "You know, part of me was hoping to take clothes off rather than put them on" he remarked.

Stephanie's lip trembled as she looked into his chiselled features. "I- um..." she started before he gave her a slow lat spread. His grin broadened and he crunched down his abs. Stephanie's gaze slipped down his body to see the swell threatening to burst out of his boxers. She blushed, but couldn't help but steal glances at it as she faltered for words.

"You know you're a very attractive woman. It's not often I get to spend time with a gorgeous girl who turns out to be talented too." He stepped closer, running his hands up her arms to her rest on her shoulders. He slipped the camera from her hands and placed it on the coffee table. "I can think of a few exciting way we could get to know each other even better..."

She gazed into his eyes. "I..." her lips trembled as Sam edged closer, "I... I'm – not single."   I mean, if I were single I'd be all over y- ... that, I... Sorry, that's terrible." She held her head in her hands. Sam looked down, visibly disheartened. " I'm – I just, I can't- um... Sorry, I,   let me grab-"

As Stephanie turned to fetch her laptop from the kitchen her knee caught the table. With a yelp she keeled over, falling flat on her back to the floor. Sam started towards her as she toppled, as Teela flinched on the stairs. Teela's hand slipped off the step and she clattered noisily down half the flight.

Sam looked up from his position kneeling over Stephanie to the commotion. Seeing a moving shape in the dark he immediately reacted to the threat he perceived. Springing to his feet he charged across the room towards Teela as she staggered back up. She had barely made it to her feet when he slammed into her.

Teela found her arms wrenched up, being forced painfully behind her head. His position offered him leverage and Teela struggled in vain against him, her shoulders screaming under the massive tension. She felt his thick pectoral muscles shuddering against her own, pressing down against her body. Her feet slid over the polished wooden floor and came to a stop as they met the bottom step. As her back was forced to arch further she grimaced at the pain. He shifted his considerable weight on top of her, straining her bulging abdominals further.

What started as an anguished moan grew louder as Teela held against his pressure. The pain of her bust being crushed by his heavy torso enraged her and as their bodies rutted against each other, the huge swells of muscles flexing into one another, fighting for space, she began to force his arms back. Her arms burned as they forced him back, her biceps grinding against his. With a sudden thrust of her hips, she shifted him a few inches away, but that was all she needed. She wrenched her shoulders to one side, forcing him off balance. As he stumbled beside her, his hands flailing in front of him to break his fall, Teela slapped an arm around his neck.

Her arm clamped around him, her bulbous biceps and thick forearm swelling into his bull like neck. As they clattered to the floor, Teela rolled over him, dragging him to lie on his back on top of her. With him suddenly flailing, disoriented and confused, she hooked an ankle around his knee to catch his leg, clamping it between her huge thighs to keep him immobile. To her surprise, his resistance grew. His hands clawed at her arm with surprising power and his body writhed against her. Had her hand not been clamped against the inside of her other arm he would have hauled her arm away with ease. His fingers dug into her skin, biting into the steely muscles flexing beneath, but slowly, he began to squirm less and his grip faltered before he fell limp in her arms.

As his knuckles cracked off the floor, Teela released her grip. She rolled him off her, panting heavily from her ordeal and sat looking at him in the gloom. Stephanie had pulled herself to her feet and was bustling over to the scene, her hand cradling the back of her head where it had struck the floor. Teela looked despairingly at the male form next to her as Stephanie stared stunned.

"What the hell are you doing down here?" Stephanie demanded. Teela could only grimace with shame. Stephanie sighed deeply, her head throbbing with pain. She looked down and the unconscious man and tearful alien. Stooped down to check his pulse and breathing, she was relieved to find him still alive. Her mind raced as Teela sat, distraught. After long seconds she made her decision.

"Right, pick him up, bring him over." Teela looked up at Stephanie, confusion in her eyes. "Come on, quickly!" Teela leapt to her feet and scooped him up, cradling him in her powerful arms and walking over to Stephanie. "I fell, he went to help me and fell on top of me. He hit his head... or his neck, and went out. Anything after that he remembers is a concussion induced hallucination... You're gonna have to put him on me, make it believable."

Sceptical, but now understanding, Teela waited for Stephanie to lie down by the table and then lowered Sam on top of her. Stephanie pointed sternly upstairs and Teela quickly ran back upstairs, rueful of having to leave Stephanie. Stephanie pondered her predicament, feeling distinctly unhappy to have Sam's considerable bulk pinning her down.

"SAM!" she yelled... Nothing. "SAM?" She began to shake him by the shoulders, trying to prise some of his weight off her. "Come on, SAM! Get OFF ME!" A few seconds of groaning later and he burst to his feet, staggering blearily around. "SAM! What the hell?"

"I was – there was a ... a woman..." he stammered back, dazed.

Stephanie looked at him confused, "What on earth are talking about?"   His mouth opened and closed a few times as he glanced back and forth between Stephanie and the stairs. "There's no one else here. You fell on top of me and then spent thirty seconds flailing like you were trying to squash me."

Sam stood still, rubbing his neck. "Why does my neck hurt then?"

Stephanie explained; "I put my arms up when you were coming down. I guess I must've caught you in the neck... sorry, reflexes I guess. Are you okay?"

He stood dumbfounded "No... I just.. I need to sit down.... It's weird, it felt so real..." He continued to look back towards the staircase, rubbing his aching neck, before slumping down to the couch.

Standing up, her tone much softer, she added "Never mind, just, maybe next time you go to help a clumsy girl make sure all the blood is in your brain instead of your, umm... you know." She placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a kindly smile.

"I could've sworn that that there was... someone else in the house!" He looked up at her, doubtful and confused. "They were strong, they- I fought them and... and..." He trailed off, staring blankly at the flickering fireplace.

Stephanie looked down at him before sitting on the arm of the sofa. "How much have you had to drink today?" He looked up at her. "You said you wanted to be super dry..."

"Not much I guess" he replied, self doubt beginning to creep into his voice.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna get you something to eat and drink, you're going to eat all of it and then we'll see if you're feeling up to the drive home. Okay?" She said firmly. He nodded back and Stephanie set off towards the kitchen. "All the photos are done so I can set to work on them while you eat. You'll eat bacon sandwiches right?"



Half an hour later, Stephanie waved off Sam from her front door. She had largely convinced him his 'episode' was a result of how little he had eaten and insisted he drink a large cup of coffee to help keep him awake on his drive. As he set off, Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door and made her way upstairs.

As Stephanie entered the bedroom, Teela looked up from her seat on the bed. The apology that she had been working on in her mind since darting up stairs fell to pieces as the urge to cry overwhelmed her. Stephanie sat down next to her and slipped her arm around Teela's broad back.

"I am sorry" she sobbed. "Dollath are not accustomed to being alone, social dependence was engineered into us to encourage integration with society, but I am aware that my actions have endangered your reputa-"

Stephanie's finger pressed gently against Teela's lips, causing her to pause. She slid her hand to Teela's cheek and tenderly kissed her. "Don't worry about it. Okay? Just promise me you'll stay in here in future when we have guests? At least till we work out some sort of cover story..."

Teela nodded. She stared ponderously at the carpet for long moments before finally asking; "Why did he attack me?"

"Oh, I don't know. He was probably scared. When people- humans I mean, get startled we can sometimes lash out. Fight or flight? If that makes sense? I don't think seeing me on the floor all vulnerable helped. Guys tend to act very macho when they're around girls, so I don't think it was a conscious decision to attack you." She explained, gently caressing the back of Teela's head.

"Okay. I understand."She said, wiping away a few tears from her cheeks and letting out a deep sigh. Slowly, a wry grin slowly crept across Teela's face. "He did have an attractive body..."

Stephanie stared at her, surprised. She smiled, happy to see that the confrontation seemingly hadn't fazed her. "Well, if you'd like, you can look through the photos with me. I've still got to pick which photos work best, do some post production, touch ups, that sort of thing." Teela looked at Stephanie with eager anticipation. "And maybe after that we can work out? I'd love to see these muscles getting all pumped again." She cooed, her hands teasing Teela's thick biceps and triceps. "knowing that your body's going to get bigger and stronger..."

Teela flexed her arm, causing her biceps to swell, bunching into a hard, dense mound beneath Stephanie's palm. "I would like that very much" She replied.



...



The blaring screech of his alarm woke Chris from a long slumber. After last night's shift he was still sleep deprived, but clambered out of bed despite his fatigue. Having slapped off his alarm, he stumbled to the fridge and grabbed the remnants of last nights Chinese before slumping down at his computer. Switching the screen on, he absent mindedly picked up a hand grip with his left hand as his right settled on the mouse. The grips squeaked as he brought up the window with the tracking software, flashing up a 'complete' message and he curiously opened the results.

He watched, letting the various object trails move across the display as the time parameter blurred forward through the days. Pushing his glasses on, he set about cross referencing the flight paths with his available data. Monday - nothing unusual. Tuesday - nothing. Wednesday, unidentified flight path? No, the origin point was at the hospital, likely an air ambulance. Thursday... Thursday was interesting.

"There's no path before those coordinates... low flying plane? No, there's no flight path for anything along that trajectory..."   He dumped the hand grip and checked through news and aviation websites looking for any reports of something crashing recently."Nothing... No news items, no crashes or disappearances. There's no airfield near there either..." He played the time period back and watched a few times. "Maybe it's just the storm screwing with the equipment.... maybe not." He looked up the location, cross referencing for any plausible explanation. The only thing anywhere near it was was a small cluster of buildings out in the middle of nowhere. "Maybe something did fall there and no one was around to see it? I should check that out... Well, not today, gotta get ready for date night."
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Can't wait for more and I wonder if Teela, as she continues to body-build, would discover supplements and steroids available on Earth. She could really bulk herself up, too.....while pushing Stephanie!!!

[UnholyDk1103]

Chapter 7
An Unusual Outing
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Teela breathed in deeply, shifting her head against the pillow. She felt Stephanie's sleeping form wrapped around her left side, the covers barely up to her waist. She brought her right hand to her exposed chest, gently cupping each of her aching breasts. Last nights passions had left her feeling exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied. A soft smile crept across her face as she recalled their intimacies, blinking her eyes to adjust to the morning light.

She turned her head carefully, trying not to disturb her sleeping lover, gazing at Stephanie's perfect features. Stephanie cooed softly in her sleep as her head rested on the thick, muscular mound of Teela's shoulder. Yet even with Stephanie's arms wrapped around her waist, Stephanie's legs resting with hers, Teela worried. Stephanie had been acting strangely lately, keeping something from her. She smiled whenever Teela brought it up, dismissing her concerns, telling her 'it's a surprise'. It gnawed at Teela, leaving her restless whenever she was alone with her thoughts.

A low moan gurgled from Teela's stomach, quickly filling her mind with thoughts of breakfast. She brought her hand to gently brush the hair from Stephanie's face, softly caressing her finger tips through Stephanie's thick, auburn hair. Stephanie inhaled sharply, her toned body suddenly tense. She rolled away from Teela, slumping onto her back as she began to stretch. In just a few months Stephanie's physique had packed on a solid thirty pounds of lean, powerful muscle. Teela watched as Stephanie's body twisted and contorted, writhing quietly, her toned muscles flexing and stretching. After arching her back, pushing her supple breasts out above her, Stephanie breathed out, falling limp against the bed.

She glanced back at Teela, and quickly her expression melted into a gentle, loving smile. Rolling over to slide on top of Teela, pressing their naked forms together, she began tenderly cuddling and kissing Teela.

"Good morning gorgeous!" Stephanie whispered softly.

Teela cocked her head slightly. "Gorgeous?" she asked quietly. "Do you think of me as only beautiful?" she asked with a wry smile.

Stephanie nuzzled her head into Teela's cheek. "No, but if I had to list everything I love about you we'd be here for hours..." then raising her head, grinning mischievously, she added; "and I've got other plans for us today!"

Teela blushed slightly before tightening her embrace around Stephanie. "So long as your plans start with breakfast I will be happy."

"Mmm, well, for you they do... but I'll be occupied for a good half hour or so in the bath. And when I get out..." She paused for effect, gazing deep into Teela's sparkling violet eyes. "I'll want your opinion!"

Teela opened her mouth to ask a follow up question, only to find Stephanie's tongue ease passionately between her lips. After a long few moments Stephanie bounded to her feet, only to seize up as she plodded stiffly towards the door. Teela watched her partner amble slowly from the room, admiring a physique that would now not look out of place on stage with other fitness competitors. Stephanie flashed a last grin as she disappeared out of the room, leaving Teela more curious than ever.

Teela slipped her legs over the side of the bed, grimacing as her muscles protested at her movement. She pushed herself to her feet and paced around the room, deciding she should probably dress at least a little for breakfast. Slinking over to the wardrobe she paused to to admire herself in the mirror.

Her time on Earth had been good to her. Despite the aching, she puffed out her chest and stood in an abdominal and thigh pose. She held it for long seconds, eyeing each and every throbbing swell of muscle jutting out from her body. She had grown significantly from when she had first arrived thanks to the home gym, and lingered on her upper arms, each now at least 19 inches in circumference. After a few lingering moments she dropped the pose with a breathy sigh, before plucking a pair of panties and a bra from her side of the wardrobe. Slipping them on, she headed downstairs.

...

With breakfast still scattered over the bar, Teela sat almost mournfully by herself. She had eaten only a fraction of her usual morning intake despite her hunger. Resting on her elbow, she gazed up at the photos hanging on the kitchen wall. Her mind drifted to fantasies of being trapped between the pair of bodybuilders, utterly dominated by their powerful bodies. Her blank expression a reflection of her boredom, her lust for new experiences. Even knowing the possible ramifications of being discovered, she couldn't help but feel stifled.

Behind her, the bathroom door clacked open and Stephanie's feet could be heard padding across the wooden floor. Teela remained lost in her daydream until Stephanie tentatively asked, "So? What do you think?"

Teela swivelled distractedly on the stool before turning her gaze to see what Stephanie was talking about. Upon seeing her, Teela froze. Her eyes shot wide open and her jaw fell slack as she stared, stunned by the sight.

"Oh god, you don't like it..." Stephanie cringed.

"You- You are- " Teela stammered. She stared at Stephanie who was presently naked, her toned leg cocked in front of her was all that was covering her modesty. "You are Blue!" Teela finished. Stephanie's skin was almost the same pale blue to Teela's skin, though her hair was now a deep navy tone.

"I'm sorry, I'll go wash it off." Stephanie replied apologetically.

"NO!" Teela bolted off the bar stool to rush to Stephanie's side, trembling hands reaching out to caress her arms. She stared in wonder at her lovers flesh, dumbstruck at the change. "How?"

"Do you like it?" Stephanie asked nervously. Teela nodded enthusiastically letting Stephanie smile with relief. "Well, it's a skin dye, I put some into the bath and had a good long soak and hey presto, blue skin... and hair too apparently. I even had to breathe through a tube so I could keep my head under, get an even tone all over. It'll wash out if you don't like it, I've got a special soap to remo-"

Teela cut off Stephanie's words by kissing her. "It is lovely! But... I still do not understand what brought you to this? Have I not communicated my fondness for your normal appearance?"

Stephanie's giggled. "Of course you have! No, the reason why I'm blue, and I'm wearing these purple contact lenses-" Teela's hands shot to Stephanie's cheeks at the realisation, admiring the vivid purple glinting out from her eyes "- is that the shoot today is for a science fiction convention. There'll be hundreds of people going in fancy dress, which means that the two of us could go in matching 'costumes'. No one will think twice that you might actually be the real thing. So, would you like to come with me?"

Teela held her lip between her teeth at the thought of such an outrageous plan... but it had a certain logic to it... Teela was thrilled at the opportunity to do something so simple as going outside and speaking to people.

Before she answered she gazed over at Stephanie's form, taking in every inch of her toned body. Her eyes slid over Stephanie's shapely traps to her capped shoulders and on down to the blossoming biceps that were beginning to protrude from her arm. She smiled as her gaze drifted to Stephanie's heaving chest, taking in the fullness of her swelling bust. Her breasts had become firmer in addition to their growth, and with the addition of her thickening pectoral muscles, they would bounce and bob whenever Stephanie exerted herself. Teela allowed her focus to slip further down. From beneath her bust, Stephanie's abs and obliques were beginning to show. Their subtle definition was only enhanced by the hourglass silhouette of her waistline, tapering out to her shapely hips. She gazed down to the subtle indentations between Stephanie's powerful quads, lusting at the subtle swells of muscle growing larger week by week.

Teela couldn't even begin to explain how much she adored Stephanie for dying her skin, the sight of another blue skinned being calming and reassuring her subconscious immeasurably. She skipped over the thought of how much she had missed her own people and lingered in the moment. Bringing her attention back to Stephanie's hopeful visage she pulled Stephanie closer. "Yes. Yes, I would enjoy coming with you immensely!" she beamed back.

Stephanie squealed with delight and threw her arms around Teela. Regaining her composure she added "Okay, cool, so, two things; Number one, your space suit would be a perfect costume so if you'd like to pull that out from under the bed you'll be all set... leave your gun and any tools that might get lost or freak people out. Number two, your markings...I couldn't think of a way to apply them to my back without your help, so I was wondering if you wouldn't mind painting some of the dye on me to make us really match... you know, apart from me having hair."

Teela pulled Stephanie tighter still. "I would love to!"


...


Chris stepped out of his car, the gravel at the roadside crunching beneath his feet. He adjusted his glasses as he stared down at his smartphone, the destination marker on the map now within walking distance. He pushed the door closed, then growled in frustration as it creaked back open. "Fucking piece of-" he snarled as he slammed it shut.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, he turned his attention back to the phone, oriented himself and set off up the road towards the marker. A hundred yards later and he found the drive leading up to the buildings near his destination. He was finally going to discover if there was anything of interest at the end of the flight path for the unidentified object his computer had tracked all those months ago. Trudging along the driveway he peered about, looking for any signs of an impact from something falling out of the skies.

As the house came into view it appeared to be in a good state of repair. 'Perhaps the owners wont mind me looking around.' He thought, adjusting his jacket to try and smarten himself up. As he approached the house, the front door opened and out stepped a pair of blue faced figures. He stopped in his tracks, his heart suddenly pounding. He fumbled at his phone, desperately trying to switch to the camera function as the pair spotted him.

"Wait here, relax, I'm sure everything's fine, I'll go see what this guy wants." Stephanie said quietly over her shoulder. Teela stood rooted to the spot feeling quietly panicked. As Stephanie walked briskly towards the visitor she called out. "Hello, can I help you with something?"

Chris cursed to himself as the map app refused to close, trying to angle his phone to put the woman in the shot, uncertain as to what to make of the approaching figure. "Uh, Hi! I'm – I'm Chris," he answered back as she came closer. His throat became tight as she neared, his palms and brow becoming clammy. 'Holy shit, she's hot... apart from the blue...' He thought.

As she advanced on him her trench coat billowed out behind her in the soft breeze, showing off the tank top, belts, equipment bags, tool kits and cargo pants that made up her 'ship mechanic' costume. "Yeah, if you're wondering about the make up we're on our way to a Sci-Fi Convention." she finished as she drew close to him, "Are you lost? Broken down?" she asked curtly.

His heart began to slow, suddenly feeling let down, not to mention slightly ridiculous. "No, I uh, I'm investigating an object that crashed down somewhere around her about three months ago, I was wondering if you would mind me looking around. " He asked, trying to flatten down his short blond hair as he shifted awkwardly under her gaze.

Stephanie looked back at him suspiciously, a pang of fear running through her chest at his mention of the crash. "Come again?"

"Well, you see I tracked an object via radar as coming down around here a few months back, but I've not been able to get out and investigate until now. It could be anything from a part falling off a plane, to a weather balloon, to something like a meteorite. I was hoping to look around and see if I could find it?" He asked, struggling to keep his eyes from straying to her toned physique.

Stephanie eyed him suspiciously, slightly irritated at his constant glances at her midriff and chest. She glanced down before folding her sculpted arms in front of her chest and looked him sternly in the eyes. "So, to paraphrase your question, would I mind a total stranger wandering around my house looking for... something, you're not sure what, that may or may not have fallen, somewhere, around here maybe three months ago?" Her eyebrow cocked as she waited for him to respond.

He fiddled with the phone in his hand, not prepared for this level of resistance. "Well, if it's something extraterrestrial it could be very valuable. Universities will pay a lot of money for-"

"Perhaps I should ask a question of my own." She interrupted. "Do you know what trespassing is?" she asked, her tone edged with hostility.

He stood paralysed for a few seconds before beginning to walk slowly backwards. "I'll uh, just, be on my way then." He mumbled. As he shuffled back down the drive way, glancing back over his shoulder as he went, he felt her response to be somewhat excessive. 'What kind of wierdo lives this far out into the middle of nowhere and runs around dressed as some blue alien chick? Freak!'

He decided this woman wasn't going to stop him finding whatever it was that fell around here... he just had to make sure he didn't get caught. He'd probably have to come back later... or just wait until she and the other woman had left for their convention.

As he arrived back at his car he stood next to it, listening intently for the noise of their car pulling out of their drive. After a few minutes, he caught the sound he was waiting for and listened to their car fade into the distance with a malevolent sneer. After satisfying himself that they were gone for good, he skulked back towards the drive to look around.

...

Teela had watched out of the window asking questions for the entire journey, her excitement palpable. Stephanie was overjoyed to see Teela so full of energy, and had gladly answered each question at length. As they pulled into the parking structure, Teela felt giddy with anticipation. To walk among a strange alien race, to speak to a whole new culture, all without them having any idea that she was from another world, the thought excited her no end.

"Hey, um, here's a thought, what's your human name?" Stephanie asked, putting the car into park.

Teela fidgeted in her suit, her increased musculature making it far tighter than when she had first crashed. "I have not considered a human name... Do you think I will need one?" she asked.

"Well, you can try to stay in character for a lot of the time, but people are probably gonna ask... How about Tanya?" Stephanie asked. Teela paused, then nodded a grin. Stephanie checked her staff pass and her bags to ensure she had all of her camera equipment to hand and said "Ok, cool. Come on, let's go in!"

...

Inside Teela stuck close to Stephanie as she marvelled at the thrumming crowds of visitors and the array of characters, stalls, merchandise and advertising on display. She was initially nervous of all the glances the shuffling crowds shot her, but realising they quickly moved on, most of them lingering far longer on Stephanie, she began to feel more settled. Stephanie took photos of the crowds, asking those who had come in costume if they wouldn't mind posing for a few shots.

"Hey, cool make up, who'd you come as?" a young teenage boy asked.

Teela turned to face him, surprised, "Oh, hello. We-" she stammered nervously.

"We're dressed as characters from a show that got cancelled before they even made the pilot, it was gonna be so cool! We ended up with the make up though so we thought we'd put it to good use. Who are you dressed as?" Stephanie beamed back.

"I'm a Jawa!" He replied, shocked she hadn't immediately recognised him in his hooded dressing gown and yellow lensed swimming goggles. "Can I get a photo of you two?"

Teela shot Stephanie a worried look. "Yeah, no problem!" Stephanie replied. She turned to Teela and whispered, "Just pick a pose, look confidant and enjoy yourself!" A heartbeat later, Stephanie had swung her camera over her back and dropped into a wide, low squat, spreading her arms as if landing from a fall. While she peered into the kid's camera, Teela slipped behind her standing imposingly, standing with her fists clenched either side of her, displaying the array of equipment fastened to her suit.

The teenager took a few photos as Teela tried not to giggle, determined to keep a stoic expression on her face... it all seemed so absurd, but she was thoroughly enjoying it. Stephanie stood up and leaned her back gently into Teela, flashing her a giddy grin. Teela leaned back in kind and the kid took another few photos.

Moments later, Stephanie leapt into Teela's arms, feigning fear at some imagined threat on the floor. Teela effortlessly cradled Stephanie in her arms, giggling despite her attempt to keep a straight face. To Teela's surprise, various other attendees were also stopping to take photos. Once Stephanie too started to laugh, she dropped to the floor and swung her camera round in preparation of taking a few shots of the boy. "Come on then, show me whatcha got Jawa boy!"

Quickly he stuffed his camera into a pocket, flipped his hood and goggles into place and stretched his arms out as he shouted "UTINI!" Stephanie laughed as she took a few shots and then waved him goodbye.

Turning around, Stephanie realised Teela was blushing but beaming a huge smile to herself. "See? Fun, right?" She asked. Teela nodded.


...


The couple spent hours walking around, being constantly stopped by members of the crowd for photos and questions. Teela swelled into the role, delighting in showing off her 'costume' for the crowd. After stopping for lunch they continued to browse the halls. Teela's attention was caught by one of the stands, and while Stephanie continued to take photos, Teela strolled closer to a take in the view leaning casually against a wall.

"What is 'Warlocks of Vanelourn'?" she queried.

Stephanie twisted, embarrassed slightly by the fact she had been admiring and tensing her toned biceps as she cradled her camera. "Huh? Oh, it's a deck building card game." Teela swivelled her neck, imploring Stephanie to continue. "Uh, each player brings a set of cards that represent different monsters or warriors or... what ever, and they take turns to attack each other... I never got into those kind of games."

Teela turned her gaze back to the raised podium "And, do these games usually require the presence of such statuesque men?" she asked, sultry lilt to her tone.

"Oh!" Stephanie spotted the man in question. "No, I think the card company is doing a promotion, beat their characters in a contest and you win a pack of cards is usually how it goes. See the skinny guy dressed in leather, looks like he's got a darts game, the woman in the corset, dress, thingy, she's doing... well wouldn't you know some sort of card game? Or is it a guessing game? I can't tell from here. Anyway, the barbarian guy looks to be doing an arm wrestling competition."

The uploaded memory flickered through Teela's mind, suddenly finding herself tentatively excited. She watched as the Barbarian bellowed a jovial challenge to the crowd, strutting about the stage in light, strappy leather armour that revealed most of his tall, powerful physique. Teela eyed him from head to leather boot. "He is quite handsome... and muscular!" Teela cooed.

Stephanie giggled "I thought you might like him... get closer, have a look!" she offered, her attention back on the crowd.

"Yes..." Teela whispered to herself. She strolled through the rabble, her eyes fixed on the towering giant on stage. She eased her way to the front of the crowd around the podium, where she stood coyly, gazing at him, waiting for the next challenger to step up to the stage to see them in action. Such contests of strength were unheard of on Dolla; their culture and society focussed on peaceful coexistence. It would be interesting to see such a competition.

"What is this I see before me!" The man bellowed through his beard "Doth this Drow seek to challenge Dorath the Mighty?" His arm extended out to gesture out at Teela, his eyes bulging out at her with an exaggerated look of mock indignity. Teela looked around her as the other onlookers cheered her on. As she tried to think of a polite way to decline, she found his huge hand envelop hers and he quickly led her on to the stage. Most of the surrounding crowd turned to watch, ignoring the vast array of cards and figures on sale at the tables, some cheering and applauding. "Indeed young mistress, if thou place thy faith in such strange armour then thou art verily doomed to falter against my might!" Teela giddily followed the blustering mountain of a man, gleefully bewildered by his unusual speech and charisma. As he turned to face the crowd, he leaned over her and asked "Art thou willing to accept this gauntlet, and face me in honourable contest?"

Teela tried to fathom his words, but seeing his wry smile, she couldn't help herself. "Yes!"

"She accepts!" he roared, raising his arms above his head, the gathering of onlookers giving a mixed response. He sauntered around the table and gestured her to the seat opposite. He leaned closer to her as she sat down, and with a knowing smile whispered, "I'll go easy on you if you'll give me your phone number..." He extended his long, bulky left arm in challenge.

Teela looked into his blue eyes for long moments as he waited for a response. Her expression changed from doe eyed wonderment to a determined smirk. He thought she would be no challenge! She would prove him wrong. Grinning with confidence, she took a hold of the table post with her right hand, and slapped her left hand into his. His eyes widened as he felt the power of her grip through her heavily gloved hands. After pulling himself together he squeezed back, causing Teela to wince for for a moment.

The rogue had stepped away from his board and darted over to the table, placing his hand on top of the interlocked fists. "Right, you two ready then?" he glanced at the pair, both of them nodding, unwilling to break eye contact with each other. "Okay... three, two, one, GO!"

At once the pair began to pull, the barbarian's arm swelling visibly from the effort. Teela's arm   initially lurched down, unaccustomed to the direction of force applied to it, but quickly brought him to a standstill. Her arm swelled inside her sleeve, pulling the heavy fabric of her suit tight around her arm. The strain on her biceps was immense, the burning sensation delighting her as she thought of the work out she was getting.

Assessing her situation she realised he was holding her hand out away from her body over to his side of the table, giving him much better leverage. The fact that he still couldn't pin her as he gasped heavily, straining to pull her down, made her smile.

Teela panted as she strained against him, her body coursing with energy. She suddenly heaved his hand towards her chest, her biceps thickening even further as her muscles swelled with power. Touching his wrist to her shoulder, she moaned in delight, realising just how much she was outclassing him. Her technique was poor but she was making up for it with sheer power. She tore her gaze away from her wrist and glanced back up at his face, seeing his pained expression, his eyes scrunched almost shut, he was stunned to be encountering such resistance.

Teela's smile broadened, daring him to look into her eyes and see her dominance. With a loud grunt, he tried to shift his angle of attack. His arm shuddered and rippled, his muscles straining with every ounce of strength he could muster, but with no success. He glanced up at Teela, baffled at her ability to resist him, only to see her knowing smile piercing back. In that instant she shifted her torso, heaving his arm further out, drawing his weight over the lip of the table. He quickly heaved directly back, stalling her attack, his arm quaking along its length.

Teela's pectoral muscles filled out from her chest, thickening as she altered her technique to bring more of her power to bear. She was holding him almost comfortably and began to roll his wrist back, her forearm curling his huge hand to brush against the chest plate of her suit. She almost began to laugh as she gasped, revelling in her superiority. She slid over to allow her arm space to heave him down in one clear motion, toying with him for a few long moments, giving his arm time to regain a little ground. Again, she stared into his eyes and waited for him to meet her gaze, her upper arm hardening with anticipation, blood thundering through her veins. As he glanced up, weary and desperate, Teela let out a feminine moan, thrusting his hand back into the pad.

The Barbarian shot to his feet, relinquishing his grip. "UNBELEIVEABLE!" He exclaimed. He spun to address the stunned crowd who had been cheering her on. "Verily, this Drow doth possess the strength of an ox!" Teela beamed with pride, even if she didn't know what a Drow was. "And YET!..." The crowd fell quiet. "This arm that has been defeated has already bested a score of men this day and fatigue doth bite at its being. If the elven lady canst best mine other arm..." He turned round, looking directly at her as he flexed his other huge arm. "-then that truly would be worthy of song!"

Without hesitation, she slipped her other arm onto the table. He threw his head back and laughed. "Perhaps this arcane suit of white and gold doth grant the good lady her strength. These fine people art gathered to see a contest of might, not the mystical powers of the smiths and enchanters! Wouldst the lady not agree to reveal her form and prove without doubt that her strength is her own?" Several people from the crowd cheered the idea.

Teela couldn't help but smile. She turned her gaze to the crowd to be greeted by further sporadic cheers and encouragement. Reaching her hand up to the polished metal collar of her suit, she tugged it gently for the excited onlookers, their cheers growing louder and more enthusiastic. Her grin broadened and she turned back to the Barbarian. He eyed her in kind, circling the table as he waited for a response.

With a cocky swagger she stood up, decoupled the various connections from her pack and peeled it off,   placing it to rest against the table. She turned to face the crowd, peeling the suit's zips down to the small of her back before she craned her neck through the collar. She paused for a moment to shoot the towering warrior a knowing look before letting the suit peel down to her knees.

The towering actor slipped out of character at the sight of her physique, if only for a moment, as he quietly murmured "Holy sh-..." The crowd recoiled in surprise, the sight of her thickly muscled body bulging out from the tight tank top and shorts was far in excess of their expectations. She feigned a stretch, her bulbous biceps slowly contracting and then extending as her arms reached up above her head. She cooed softly, enjoying the cool air against her skin as she showed off her body. A few members of the growing crowd showed their discomfort and quickly left while others whooped, cheered or applauded the unexpected display. Slipping her feet from the heavy mag-boots she stood on her toes and placed her fists on her hips to show off to the crowd.

As she flexed her muscles, she surveyed their faces, delighting in their expressions of awestruck surprise. She felt their eyes trace her physique, surveying the mounds of rippling muscle bursting out of her skin. Pushing herself harder, she intensified the flex, every muscle in her body swelling harder and larger. Her trapezius and deltoid muscles heaved up, trapping the straps of her top tight between them, the bottom rising up to expose a section of her chiselled abs and obliques. With her lats flaring out, her biceps and triceps shuddering to an angry fullness, she breathed in to further expand her thick chest, pushing her pecs and breasts out another few inches. The smile on her face broadened as her quads shuddered thicker, prising her shorts up her legs.

Breathing out slowly, she relaxed, before snapping her gaze back to her opponent. Without dropping her gaze, she swaggered the few steps back to her seat at the table, her body gyrating and swaying far more than it needed to, flouting her flexibility. She slipped quickly back into position, her hulking right arm stretched out over the table. Her finger extended and beckoned him closer, the dainty digits belieing their strength.

He strode to his chair and plummeted onto the seat, his massive weight thundering loudly down onto it. He slapped his hand around hers with relish and squeezed tightly, only to find her gripping back in kind. "Rogue..." the Barbarian hissed, awaiting the slimmer man's hands to start the contest. The Rogue snapped out of his stupor, having lost himself to sheer disbelief. He shook his head to clear his mind before reaching over and placing his gloved hand onto the clasped fists. Still dumbstruck, the Rogue simply snatched his hand back to signal the start, seemingly lost for words.

Immediately the contestants began to pull. For all the strength in his now fresh arm, she could see that her upper arm was bigger than his, even including the thin layer of fat smoothing contours of his skin. He heaved with tremendous force, but his biceps were simply no match for hers. He refused to give in, constantly shifting his angle of attack to keep her off balance, but slowly, little by little she drew his fist towards her chest. She lustily eyed the massive peaked biceps bulging out from her arm. Shuddering with pleasure, she shifted her chest closer to the table, feeling his strength wane second by second. She revelled in her superiority, breathing deeply and quickly as she prepared to finish him.

Again she toyed with him, holding him in place, countering every attack he made with ease, daring him to look into her eyes. Seconds passed, but with the crowd cheering, braying for a winner she tired of waiting and in one swift, controlled movement, wrenched his thick arm backwards, driving his knuckles into the pad.

The Barbarian burst out laughing. Standing up he began to applaud his opponent, swaggering round to join her at her side of the table. "Ladies and gentlemen!" He bellowed. "Behold the victor, the maiden of muscle..." he took her hand and raised it high into the air. "a true champion! Give her a round of applause!"

Teela blushed intensely, unable to stop her giggling as the onlookers applauded and cheered. Never before had she felt such adoration, and the thought that it was due to her tremendous musculature left her utterly elated. She drank in their applause, enjoying the crowd's attention as she tentatively flexed her free arm for their pleasure.

"See the Sorceress for your prize," the Barbarian offered softly, nodding to his corseted colleague. "and uhh, if you'll accept my apology, I'd still love to get your number, miss...?"

Teela looked up into his eyes, his handsome features gleaming out from behind the matted mass of facial hair. She fawned into his deep blue eyes for a few seconds before she managed to collect herself. A moment later she reached out and held his upper arm tenderly, before purring back. "If you make these a little bigger then maybe I shall give you my number... and perhaps even my name!"

Before he could respond, she turned away, collected her suit and bounded over to the bewildered sorceress. "Hello, the large man said I should collect a prize from you..." Slowly, the actress reached under the table and pulled out a deluxe collectors edition booster pack box, mumbling the speech given to all the winners. As she trailed off, gawking stupefied and the swelling mounds of blue muscle dancing excitedly in front of her, Teela reached over and squeezed the woman's shoulder, smiling warmly at her. The Sorceress nodded back, a weak smile creeping into the corner of her mouth. Taking the prize, Teela whispered "Thank you."

As she strolled away from the stand looking for Stephanie, the crowd parted before her, people commenting all around. A young girl in a BB-8 costume pointed at Teela, excitedly babbling "Look mummy, it's that woman, she's so cool! I wanna be like her when I grow up! I'll be able to beat the Barbarian and get loads of cards!" The girl's mother, dressed as Rey, shot Teela a nervous look as the alien paused.

Teela slid next to the startled mother and whispered "Tell your daughter she is very sweet." slipping the box into Rey's hands she added; "I am sure she would use these more than I would." Turning to the young girl, Teela smiled, waving her fingers as she set back off in search of Stephanie.

She found Stephanie reclined at the top of a flight of stairs, her elegant, toned limbs sprawled out around her, beaming her stunning smile back at Teela. Stephanie had watched the whole display through her long lens, snapping dozens of pictures. Teela bounced over and threw her arms around Stephanie, holding her tightly before dumping her belongings down. Sitting next to Stephanie she began to re-dress.

"So, been having fun then?" Stephanie cooed. Teela nodded coyly. "And hey, that was sweet of you, giving that girl your prize." Teela shrugged as she pulled the suit over her thighs. "Well... what do you want to do now?"

Teela pulled the suit over her neck and slipped her head back out through the collar. "I do not wish to sound ungrateful, but I believe I am ready to go home. Today has been quite overwhelming and I find myself in need of an activity that will let me expend some of my pent up energy." She paused to shoot a sultry look at Stephanie. "Perhaps after a session of exercise we could ...snuggle?" she replied, cosying up to Stephanie.

Stephanie slipped her arm inside Teela's, pulling the heavy limb against herself. "I've got a few more scheduled events to cover, so we'll be stuck here for a couple of hours longer, sorry. "she pulled Teela's arm against her chest comfortingly, secretly longing to feel the power that had so easily beaten the near seven foot tall giant still swaggering around his stage. "But when we get home? Getting jacked and snuggling sounds perfect!"

Teela gazed back adoringly. "Good."



...



Fen's eyes blinked slowly, his eye lids heavy as he gazed over the sensor and communications display screens. He lazily scratched at the scar on his jaw, as he always did when he was bored. If he was honest with himself, he much didn't mind the relative quiet and tedium of manning a communications array aboard an interstellar cruiser.

His gaze drifted to the time display in the bottom corner of the holographic display. Any minute now his relief would arrive and he could go back to the bunk and rest his weary eyes. Leaning back in the heavy seat, he smiled at the glittering lights, icons blinking into life and sputtering out as the ships computer systems tracked the local movements of trade ships and the military fleet. Everyone had heard the reports, that Faetons were attacking blockades all over Dollath space in their attempts to escape. Yet here, the lights and icons were green and blue, signalling ships and stations operating without issue. Barely any yellow icons marred the display to warn of ships in any distress. Fen was happy to see another shift pass without incident.

Twanyi stumbled into the communications room, fastening the top button on his uniform. He started towards Fen before grimacing, and stepping back to the doorway. "Ensign Grei-mol, reporting to duty station." He quickly brought his right fist up to tap his left shoulder twice in salute as he chided himself for forgetting protocol yet again.

Fen twisted his torso round, smiling in greeting and returned the salute. "Ensign Grei-mol acknowledged at station... take a seat kid." He replied warmly. Twanyi bumbled over and parked himself in the adjacent seat staring at the sea of holographic lights fluttering in front of him. "It's been a quiet day, there's been very little of interest happening. Logs of all non-standard movements..." His fingers tapped at the wrist-nav, lying on his lap, selecting a group of entries and flicking them towards Twanyi. "... transferring now." Twanyi's wrist-nav bleeped an acknowledgement and he quickly began to peruse the entries. "If all items be understood I shall stand relieved." He sighed, longing for the warmth of his bed, his heavy boots scraping across the deck plating as he stretched out his stiff limbs.

Twanyi tapped through the list, opening each item and diligently reading each report. After a few seconds the main console display warbled a discordant tone. Fen sat bolt upright, instantly alert as he scanned the sea of glittering lights floating before him. "Belay relief..." he said quietly, searching for the source of the alert. After a few seconds, the chime screeched out again. A new icon flashed red, blinking at the periphery of the display. "Ship! Display urgent distress contact, full detail." He commanded to the machine.

Instantly the display flashed up a wall of garbled red text. "It's a relay probe! Signal's not coming in clear yet...should we inform the commander?" Twanyi asked uncertainly.

"Not until the full message has been deciphered and we've got confirmation on the identification codes. Wait, the signal's clearing up... Faeton ships spotted... pursuit course... dammit come on, give me the trajectory..." Fen was furiously tapping through menus on his wrist-nav, correlating the list of senior staff who he would need notify if this was a genuine signal. "Probe launched from the Pride.... Ship! Display last known location of the Pride of the Pantheon." Obligingly the holographic display expanded to show the most recent Fleet positions, the Pride blinking up as a sleek purple dart.

'Shit! They were the last ship beyond the defence picket around the Hurrosh system... those Faeton bastards got through!' A cold sweat began to break out on Fen's face.

The ID code began to fill out along the lower reaches of the display, numbers flickering and solidifying as they were confirmed. "That can't be right... the code says this information is nearly six moons old!" Twanyi offered.

"Ship! Authenticate code." He stared intently at the empty verification glyph, praying for it to be a false alarm. The computer sounded another curt chime. "Shit." He whispered. As the report filled out before him, he began to take in the magnitude of the problem. 32 Faeton contacts had run the blockade and the Pride had given chase with no support. The trajectory showed them fleeing away from the Dollath settled systems further out through the eastern spiral arm of the galaxy.

He quickly cross referenced observed planets along the flight path, narrowing down the most likely potentials... that had to be it. A Free Planet...   galactic coordinates – 1-5-6-4-8-7 by 0-9-7-9-4-8, by 2-8-7-6-5. Assessing the limited data at hand it was by far the most logical choice.

Fen thumbed a button on his personal device and brought the wrist-nav close to his mouth. "Communications to Commander Lamani, Communications to all senior staff, urgent intercept report, see personal devices, report to stations, repeat, report to stations."

Fen looked at Twanyi, unable to hide the dread in his eyes. He'd lost enough comrades over the years. Seeing the fear creep into Twanyi's eyes, Fen placed his hand on the young Dollath's shoulder. "Check your Mag-suit, clean your side arm, check your medical kit... remember your training and we'll get through this."

"We're going into combat?" Twanyi asked despairingly, his pointed ears twitching worriedly.

The ship's announcement system burst into life, the commander's voice haggardly scratching through every room in the ship. "Commander Lamani to all hands, Mobilise! We have received signal of Faeton marauders on escape trajectory. Ready ship for FTL travel."

Fen answered Twanyi simply: "Yes."