My Housemate arrived before the Lockdown

[SabinicThigh]

Part 1, Vickie moves in...

I am sure the lockdown has been hard on everyone and I hope anyone reading this is healthy and well. My experience was a unique one. My former housemate had moved out a month before hand and he knew I had taken an interest in strength development so he left a lot of the gym setup at our house. I work in a pharmacy and was able to get him good supplements (really good supplements) so he was only happy to leave his equipment with me. Grand stuff, I thought. I had equipment to keep building on what little strength I had all from the comfort of home.
Two weeks before the lockdown was put in place by the government, Vickie moved in. Vickie was not ugly but she was not my kind of girl. She was about my height and wide in both the hips and shoulders. Suffice it stay she was a heavy thing but not fat, seemingly. She had long dark hair, that even when it was tied up; which was often the case, still went below her shoulders. Her eyes were a disinterested violet and her small mouth was always a gape. She kind of looked lazy all the time.
For context, my girlfriend was exactly the girl I was into. She had the roundest little bottom and perky little tits. Just to give you an idea of her physique, she was a head below my height and was a part time gymnastics teacher. Her hair was a bouncy curly bright blonde cascade and her wide eyes shone green about the place when she smiled. Always giggling and always smiling was my little Saffron. She was the jealous type, but I didn't think it would be an issue with Vickie, who I would call a pale slob.
Things started off between us well enough. She brought in her things to her room and then we both had a coffee in the sitting room. We discussed the global pandemic that had caused airport closures amongst other things. I told her I lived here for work and I was going to leave my vulnerable parents alone while cases were high. She was in a similar state where her vulnerable parents were living far away and it was risky travelling to get to the other side of Saorland. She didn't speak with the same sentimental tone that I did when it came to parents. I didn't want to linger on the discussion in case she had some trouble with the parents. "Well Vickie, I work in Elroy's Pharmacy in town. How about you?"                                                                                                                                                                                                     "I work in the local dock."                                                                                                                                                                                       "Oh? What do you do there?"                                                                                                                                                                                           "What do you think?" she laughed.                                                                                                                                                                                 "Well I only know dock work to be heavy lifting and operating machinery. Do you work as a manager's assistant?"                                                                                                                                                    "Bang on, I am usually horsing crates about the places and driving a forklift."                                                                                                                            "I wouldn't have guessed. That must exhaust you, no?"                                                                                                                                               "I am pretty used to it. The crates are heavy enough but I am new to it too and hopefully I will get stronger."                                                                                                                                                                    I was happy to hear this. I had a workout buddy and I was excited to show her the home gym in the garage. "Well I am trying to get stronger too. I started lifting about three months ago. It's addictive. Isn't it?"                                                                                                                                                                    "I wouldn't know. Not sure if it helps."                       
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                I wasn't sure if she was trying to annoy me or if she just lacked faith. "It helps. I have a home gym set up in the garage if you want to try."                                                                                                                    She shrugged indifferently but got up, leaving her coffee on the table. "Well? show me!" she smiled. I placed my coffee cup in the dish washer after drinking it. I held the dish washer door open, but she stood at the glass door looking at the garden. "Vickie?" She turned to face me. "Your coffee cup?"    "Oh yeah, I am finished," she informed me, expecting me to take it from the table, which she was closer to.                                                                 "Okay. Look, I like to keep the house clean so please don't leave things like dirty cups and plates out in the open okay?"                                                                                                                                  "Won't be a problem Steven." It wasn't exactly an apology for her leaving the cup but she showed she understood. "I like a clean house too. Mom always does a good daily tidy."                                                                                                                                                                                                                     "Well your mom won't be doing it while you are here."                                                                                                                                                              "I know, come on. Show me the gym, bud."                                                                                                                                                                                "Alright bud."

The bench was set as I had left it. Set for five reps and fifty kilograms. She looked at it nodding as though impressed. She then eyed up the dumbbells and pullup bar. I showed her how to bench with my five reps and then got up to remove some plates to bring it down to forty kilograms. "Leave it! Let me try what you just did." She was under the bar before I could argue with her. I shot up over the bar to spot her in case she dropped it. She managed three reps which was a lot for anyone her size, especially for someone who hadn't warmed up. "Whooo," exhaled Vickie. "If you can get five of those, what is the most you can do for one?"                                                                                                                                                                                     "I would say around seventy five kilograms at the most. But you don't want to test your one rep max too regularly. It is better to keep building through sets of five to eight reps."                                                 
She nodded as though she understood but I explained reps and sets to her anyway. I also showed her some online videos of how to lift and progress with weights. It was a tad awkward as she presented a brick of a battered phone when I asked her to look at it the videos online and so I allowed her to watch on my laptop. Much to my disdain, I set up a user for her on the laptop after a few days where we kept referring to the videos in our training.

I had had the weekend off to do extra weight work with her when she returned from the docks. I could tell she was tired when she came in, but she was always eager to lift. Monday came around however and I had a long day of work. The work tension turned to frustration as the day wore on took its toll when I came in. "Vickie?"                                                                                                                                                                                                  It took her a moment to respond and I expected to hear voice held back behind her bedroom door. Instead, I heard her delayed "Yeah" from the kitchen.                                                                                 "Don't just leave your plates and cups on the sofa. Tidy up!"                                                                                                                                             "I was about to wash them there Steve. Chillout!"                                                                                                                                                        "I am only asking you to clean your mess in the living space. Keep whatever mess you want in your room but just mind the living room and kitchen... please."                                                                                                                                                                                                                    "I was about to do it Steve. Don't get upset, you sound like my mother."                                                                                                                                        I wasn't going to get into an argument of name calling. "I don't want to get upset. Please just keep the place clean."                                                                                                                                                  "Alright, jeez."                                                                                                                                                                                                            I ate before heading out to do some leg work. The bench was left moist with her sweat and dumbbells and plates were scattered about the gym. I marched back into the kitchen to order her to tidy up. "And don't leave the- Vickie?" The room was empty. She had left for work, but to be fair had cleaned up the kitchen sink before leaving. It alleviated my frustration and after a lifting session, I called over Saffron until Vickie's shift ended. I didn't want Saffron to meet 'Vick', giving her the impression my housemate may have been a man. Saffron would have gotten jealous otherwise, even if Vickie was a slob.
The week ran on with myself and Vickie doing our respective work shifts, lifting in the times we could and when we did see each other the chat revolved around her complaining about work. I suggested she reduce her weight work so that her dock shifts wouldn't be as taxing, but she was adamant that she had to get stronger. I admired the determination, but truth be told I didn't think she would keep it up. Her messes were always present when I came home. She improved in the gym in organising weights but it was always the same for the kitchen, 'I was about to clean up there'. Come Friday, she looked even flabbier and lazier with her half open eyes and mouth gawking at my laptop. "That won't get you stronger" I muttered, thinking she was paying no attention to me.                                                                                                                                                                                          "Neither will cleaning," she retorted.                       

[SabinicThigh]

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[jeffbeans]

An interesting start, looking forward to more!

[hatour]

I like it so far. Not your normal setup. It is quite original. I look forward to seeing how this story progresses. Karma for all!

[SabinicThigh]

Thankyou, I will try to fix the dialogue layout from now on. I was kind of bored with reading about girlfriends and wifes so i just decided to do a story a about someone who is not viewed in that way. 

[SabinicThigh]

Part 2, Fair Deal

Week two rolled on and not much had changed, bar Vickie getting a bit of a belly or maybe it was just that she was giving up on hiding it in front of me. Either way, the word slob was more fitting than ever. It was then while we were watching the news, we were informed that there was a nationwide lockdown to stop the spread of the global virus.
We both sighed in anguish but mine had more dissapointment. Vickie was texted that she would not be working for at least two weeks. I was texted that the pharmacy would be open and that my shifts would be shortened and working hours for staff would be reduced. I had a good record in the shop and so my hours were not heavily reduced.
"Well, what do you think of this?" I turned to Vickie. She gathered her thoughts and spoke.
"Well, I will take it as an opportunity to really develop my strength. When things re-open, I need to be strong if I don't want to be tired for and after work."
"Fair point," I agreed. "We might be in together quite a bit now. I don't want to get angry with you and I don't want you to be angry with me. Please, just keep the kitchen clean Vickie.... Please."                     
"I will, don't be on my case the whole time. I will get it clean but as soon as I put something down I don't need you giving out to me."             
"Fine," I compromised, "I will ease up, but I am going to get pissed off if a mess is left behind."
We shook on it, but it didn't take long for me to remind her of the deal. I came home from a day of mask wearing, social distancing and arguing with pandemic deniers. The living space was clear which was fine, the gym was also tidy but as I went to boil some rice, the saucepan was dried with sticky noodles and stir fry. "Vickie?" I sighed loudly.
"What?" she sounded annoyed. There was no stir from upstairs. She was staying put. I was tired from the week but I wasn't going to go up to her with the problem. "Why are the saucepans so filthy?" I shouted.                                 
"Sorry." There was silence.                   
"Well are you going to clean it?" the demand came in rising anger.
"Well if you need it, you'd be faster cleaning it than I would."   
That pissed me off. I was going to be on her from now on. I cooked my chicken and rice and marched to the gym to vent the anger. The bar was set for seventy-five kilograms. She must have been trying to match my bench. I had set both of our programmes for reps of five. She wasn't going to develop if she wasn't going to follow the programme. As it was set, I was tempted though. I got under the bar and braced. I lifted it out of the hold and got a rep. it was tough but there was more there. I got a slower second rep. There was a little left in the tank. I went for it and I guided it down to my chest comfortably. But it wasn't going back up. I was gasping as it crushed down on my chest.         
"Oh shit," Vickie said as she came over the bar and lifted it off my chest. It took effort from both of us but we reset the bar. I was gasping and she was showing some concern through her sloth like eyes. "Are you alright?"               
"Yeah, I was stupid to attempt that. Thanks, but don't think I have forgotten about the mess in the kitchen. You need to get on top of that shit."                                                              "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you should be thanking me."
"I did thank you. Did you not hear me? Anyway, why was the bar set at seventy-five. You are supposed to be doing reps of five."                                                                 She smiled with her passive aggressive stare. "I am doing reps of five."
"Bullshit, Vickie, just follow the programme if you want to be stronger for work."     
"I am following the programme, whatever I can get with five reps."                         
I threw my eyes to heaven. I didn't believe her, but I wasn't looking for her to prove it either. "Look, just leave me to my lifting. I can't deal with you right now."                               
"Well, I am here to do my evening accessories so... I am sure we can workout together like we did last week."                                             
"No Vickie. I have had a tough week, I need time to myself and I need the bar." I said reducing the weight by ten kilograms on each side. Her passive smile only stretched in amusement as I did this.             
"I am only doing an hour with Dumbbells. Look I will take them with me and leave it at that."                       
"Fine, just put them back as you find them."                         
"Alright. Chill bro." She continued to walk in and out four times taking a new pair of dumbbells each time. I finished my work and she was still messing with dumbbells as I returned to the house. She was curling a pair of fifteen kilograms. That was a lot. I would certainly struggle with it, as she had been. She was pushing herself, and her biceps were filling her hoodie. I was surprised, but I wouldn't let her catch me staring.
She came in an hour after that. "There was a guy looking for you at lunchtime as well. He said his name was George."
"Oh yeah, did he give you any money?"                                       
"No, was he supposed to?"                                           
"I sell him ...supplements." I shouldn't have paused as I said it. I didn't catch her eye to see if she noticed. It was a small thing that I thought went by the way side.
The week went on. The messes returned and got worse. She ignored my nagging, but referred to me as 'mom' the few times she did acknowledge me. She was leaving bigger messes and it was happening more frequently. She was more active around the house as well in terms of being around when I was either relaxing or eating. This was so she could eaves drop when I answered the door. 'Who was that? More supplements? He was big wasn't he?'
"When do you go back to work Vickie? I am sure two weeks are up."
"They are, there has been an extension."         
"Money not an issue? Try to get another job?"     
"I am getting welfare. Besides, I am just focused on building strength for when I get back to work... but truth be told, it could be easier."
"Could be easier for me too, I hate coming home to a shit hole," I snapped.         
"I completely agree, so maybe we can help each other out?"
"What are you on about?"   
"I could clean up the place and you could give me ...supplements." 
"That's not helping Vickie, that is just you doing the bare minimum."
"Look, the place has gone to shit recently-"
"Due to your lazy lifestyle," I interjected.
"Well, how about I clean up after you too. While I am not working, I am willing to do it for free as long as I get some of that extra gear you are selling."
"You are strong enough as is. Aren't you benching seventy five for five reps now?"             
She shook her head. "I just set it to see if you could still hit your best." That was a lie but I was unsure as to what she was covering. "Why do you think I came in so quickly, I just wanted to see what you would do. I will clean after myself obviously, and I will clean up after you too for each meal, and start cleaning the house generally. I just need to hit a bit of gear, and I can't afford it from anyone else."   
"You haven't shown me that you are able to keep a kitchen clean for more than three days, let alone a house. Keep the place spotless for a week and I will find you something."       
"Those guys are big, I want 'something' to be good."                                                                                           
I did hate the untidiness most. If she eliminated that, I could put up with lazy, slobby sight of her. "Fine, we have a deal."

[jhunter]

An interesting premise, and good dialogue so far. Looking forward to more.

[hatour]

Great continuation. Keep up the good work. Karma for all!

[jeffbeans]

Loving it, well done!

[ame3cv62]

This could be interesting,hppe she gets ripped and dominates him,i think he is going to love that,i know i would.

[SabinicThigh]

Part 3, Friends?

We had a deal. I didn't want to give her steroids so I was strict when I was inspecting the house. But to be fair, she was nailing it. The place was spotless. She never had a messy kitchen that week and whenever I got up to clean my own dish I saw that she had my saucepans cleaned, she would even trade my empty plate for a cup of coffee. This was really out of character. Sunday was approaching and it was the first weekend since I left home where I had time to 'chill' as Vickie would put it. As a gesture I grabbed her plates on Friday evening and cleaned them for her. She really appreciated it and tried to pry them off me, she nearly did too. She went lifting for the next few hours and came back a sweaty mess. The summer was approaching and the pasty girl was wearing a little less. The gym shorts revealed legs that were far thicker than mine, but it was largely fat, but more concerning was the bulging arms. They were rather thick and toned. Worse yet, she caught me staring. "Sexy right?" 
"No," I scoffed, but I apologised for my rude retort, she had been very nice this week. "I mean, yes but not for me."
"Alright, alright relax Steve. It wouldn't happen anyway."   
"Oh too good for me are you?" I don't know why I said this. I was flirting by instinct but I told myself I wasn't interested.
"Nah, I just don't think it would work. I largely prefer girls anyway, but guys are okay."
"Well, you kept that quiet."
She shrugged and threw back her slightly damp hair back over her shoulder. She proceeded to share my couch. "You never asked, but I don't tend to open with it either."                                                                 
"Well, go on. What made you come to this conclusion?" I asked, amused at the idea.                                 
"Boys, weren't quite interested in me in school." She massaged her muffin top belly as she continued.
"Can't imagine why." We both chuckled acknowledging her less than desirable gut. I had noticed her belly had actually slimmed down since last week. "And girls?"                                             
"Yeah, but not in school. Hanging around the dockyard with the lads got me thinking their way I suppose. Haven't fucked a girl but I'd like to. Scored with a few but that would have been it."                 
"I am sure you'll find a girl, or a guy. Guys are into all sorts of things now."                                             
"Yeah?" she tilted her head and grinned, "what are you into?"                                                                           
I just went silent. "I have a girlfriend Vickie."                                                                                                                     
"Your into 'having a girlfriend'? Sounds pretty basic Steve."                                                                         
"I'd like to keep it between her and myself. My point is, there are lads out there that are into big girls."
"Alright I won't press you. As for those guys, they just tend to be creeps. Hey, do you think you could hook me up? It has been a week."     
"Oh, well I don't know any guys that would be-"
"I meant the supplements, Steve."       
"Oh right, yeah, you have done a monumental job. Alright I'll source you something. Tomorrow evening okay?"       
"Awesome, I better shower." 
I checked my phone. There was a message from Saffron. 'You could have told me about Vick.' Shit. How did she find out? Did she find out?
'What do you mean sweetie?'                                           
She replied within the minute. 'You failed to mention Vick is a girl. When were you planning on telling me?'
'Slipped my mind Saff, Sorry. Is there a problem?'
'No problem, except I don't know why you haven't told me.'   
'How did you find out?'   
'I came to the house to drop off some cash for that present I got for Dad.'     
'Did you give her the money? What did she say to you?'   
'Vickie tried to get the money but I was surprised to see her and I didn't feel like handing money over to some girl in my boyfriends house. She said nothing except she would give the cash but when I rejected the offer she just sneered and closed the door.' 
'Right sorry, Saff. I don't think you should come to the house without me there. Don't really know this girl at all to be honest. I'll meet up with you after work tomorrow, okay?'     
'Glad to hear you guys aren't fully acquainted.' Saffron said nothing about the meetup.
I arrived home with a fresh syringe and a few vials for Vickie to take. She appeared like the lazy slob she was, horsing down a big curry. The kitchen was spotless though, as was the rest of the house. She was quite a hefty girl with a bit of love handle slipping out over her tracksuit. It would put Saffron at ease to know that this slob was looking to get even uglier with hormones. Saffron was the jealous type and I had to deal with that now. If I kept Vickie happy at home at least I didn't have to get upset with her for making a mess. Before handing over a brown bag of 'supplements' to Vickie, I texted Saffron. Hey Saff,  really would like to meetup and chat. I am sorry for misleading you, but I have no interest in this girl. She is lazy and unemployed and completely unattractive. I want to have dinner with you tomorrow. You game? I handed the bag to Vickie.
"Oh, thank you Steve." She opened the bag carefully conscious of any fragile parts.     
"This stuff is okay for beginners. This vial is a growth enhancer and these are both for strength." I was blatantly lying to her. The hormones, were actually oestrygen boosters. I didn't need her getting roid rage around the house and she didn't need to get any stronger.     
"Okay, well you're the pharmacist. You tell me when and how much to inject."                                               
"Hey man, I only deal. I don't tell you how to use it."                                                                                           
"Don't you know?"                                                                                                                                               
"No. I'll give you a friend's number and he can sort you." This was how I wanted it done. I hand it over and leave it in her hands. She gave me her battered marked phone and told me to put in his number. She observed the vials, mesmerised by the colour. George wouldn't look beyond the name I printed on the label. I handed back the phone and she quickly took the phone and brown bag to her room. "Thanks again, Stevey," she called. Stevey was a little strange but she was happy. I just had to make the other woman in my life just as happy now.
An hour later I got a text from Saffron. Fine. Can you come over tomorrow? Maybe spend the night?       
Yeah sure babe. If your parents are okay with it.                                                                                               
They are. Be at mine for 6 and bring a red whine. X                                                                                       
Things seemed okay. Dinner went smoothly the following. I didn't think she brought Vickie to her parents' attention. Nothing seemed wrong. The only thing that unsettled me was her dad's attitude towards the pandemic. He thought it was largely a medical conspiracy to trick people into upgrading healthcare plans. It wasn't so much his thoughts but rather knowing that he probably wasn't taking the procedures seriously. Saffron and her mom were a bit less aggressive. Saffron and I streamed some nasty horror movies concerning viruses and outbreaks. It didn't make us horny but we eventually got in my mood. I don't know if she was feeling apologetic or insecure but she placed her mouth over my stiffening dick, and her tongue massaged and danced for twenty minutes. She treated me very well that night and fell asleep on my chest, whispering "my man".
I returned home after work the next day. The place; as I had become used to, was spotless. I could hear the plates banging off each other in the garage. I wasn't surprised. I went to boil my rice but I noticed there was actually precious little left. I thought I had enough for the rest of the week. I checked Vickie's cupboard. I was shocked to see it was empty. She was always eating and I thought she would be well stashed for food. I was in a good mood so I wasn't going to hound her for taking my food but on another day I would have flipped. I hit the shops and bought an extra bit of groceries for Vickie. She was happy, why not keep her that way? I came back, cooked the rice and restacked the shelves. As soon as she came in, she moved to clean the sink. She tossed her eyes to the skies and sighed as the tap ran. "Everything alright Vickie?"                                                                                 
"It's fine. Just need to shower but I suppose I have to clean up after you first."                                         
"Well, we made an agreement but if you're tired-"                                                                                       
"No, no, no. It's fine." She pouted, it seemed as soon as I had the girlfriend happy, the housemate was unhappy. Her ugly face looked wilder with unkempt sweaty strands, dangling over her eyes. Her pits were damp with dark patches that went down to her slightly narrower waist.                                 
"I noticed you were a little low on food so I bought you some."                                                                     
"And why were you going through my stuff?" She accused.                                                                         
"Are you alright Vickie? you seem stressed."                                                                                                       
"Well, you are going through my stuff for no apparent reason and you know I am trying to build up strength for work so what do you think?"                                                                                                             
"Okay well it is just my cupboard was empty too. Did you take some of my food."                                             
"I... yeah, yeah I did. I am sorry I just had a bit of a shock today because I don't know if the gear is working."                                                                                                                                                               
"It's okay Vick. It takes time for them to do their job relax. If work opened up tomorrow you would be much better at it than what you were doing four weeks ago."                                                                   
"You're probably right. Sorry for taking your food Stevey."                                                                         
"Steve is fine. Don't worry. Look, this weekend I will do some work with you and we can reflect on your progress alright."                                                                                                                                           
"Okay, thanks. I am meeting up with George so I am going to shower. I didn't have time to sort the gym so if you aren't working out today, I can sort it tomorrow."                                                               
Truth be told, my calmness had ran out at that point. She ran to the shower, sounding heavier on the stairs than I remember. George? I thought. His number was that which I gave to Vick to give her roid advice. Didn't think he would be interested. I didn't mind. He was only a client, not a friend.
I had intended to workout. It was deadlift day and when I saw the condition of the place I just didn't have the energy. Dumbbells were scattered about, plates as well and the bar was loaded. The bar was loaded with eighty kilograms on each side. My max was one fifty and today was a day for reps. She was maxing out again. No wonder she was so upset, she hadn't been following the programme. Her technique was probably askew too as she was working out alone so often now as well. Lazy girl can sort it herself tomorrow.

[jeffbeans]

Love it, please keep going!

[SabinicThigh]

Part 4, Old Habits.

The weekend came and as we agreed we went to lift together. She reluctantly tidied the gym after she had left in such a mess. I could tell she was annoyed with my bossy attitude. I told her we would be bringing down the weight to focus on technique and reps. As I suspected, her technique was poor but she didn't seem to feel any stress or pain. It was actually an awkward enough experience. And when we concluded our paired workout she just loaded plates and plates onto the bar. "Thankyou Steve." As if she it was my queue to leave. She had one hundred and fifty killograms loaded on the bar for a squat.
"Don't be silly Vick. There is no need to ego lift with me."           
"Just leave me get on with my sets Steve."                                                                                                             
"Come on, not even I could do that for a rep."                                                                                           
"That means fuck all to me Steve." I was annoyed with her attitude but she was focused. She took off her jumper and filled out her shirt like never before. Her big thick back stretched widely along to hold much of the bar above her shoulders. She gripped the bar in readiness to haul herself under for a big squat. She stood up with the bar weighing down on her. I readied myself to spot her. If there was a slight inflection I would help her with it. It was too heavy to risk and I wanted her to know I was there to help but also to show her that she was too arrogant to lift this kind of weight. She sucked in three deep breaths and she plunged before I expected her to. Her fuller, bigger ass actually pushed me back somewhat. I didn't expect it to be so hard or to be so full that I was in its range. She had controlled it to the parallel. Then she slowly started rising but it was very slow. I touched the bar to guide it back to the platform. Powerfully she exhaled. "Why did you help? I had it."                                                                     
"Sorry, Vick, I didn't think you would get it."                                                                                                   
"Unless I can't get out of the hold or I start going down after it, don't fucking help."                                 
"Alright sorry."                                                                                                                                                                 
"Never mind your apology, just leave me alone."                                                                                             
I was amazed at her lift. My max squat was one thirty. She was like one of those big powerlifting girls now. The image of her black expanding leggings kept spreading in my mind. It was an ass that little perky Saffron would never have. But I didn't like it, I told myself. I heard my thoughts say it, but the image still came through as her powerful backside did. Stop, stop, stop! I felt I had to match her on the lift and surpass her elsewhere. She struck a nerve with her 'that means fuck all' remark. She might have had me beat on squat but I could still beat that whale in pullups and push ups. From now on, I would do pushups whenever she walked into that gym for an hour. My bench was going to soar. I got a text then, not from Saffron. George had texted me.
'I have a fellow looking for some advice. He can pop up tomorrow if you would give him a hand.'
'Sure thing George, remind him that time is money. I'll be home at seven.'
'This man has plenty of time on his hands then.'                                                                                                     
I took this as good news. Another client would boost the income nicely. Half six came along and I had just come home. Vick's plate was dirty on the coffee table. I called for her but there was no response. Where the fuck was she? She was great for nearly two weeks but as soon as she got what she wanted it was back to old habits. A sweaty heavy imprint of her was left in the leather sofa. She hadn't been gone long. I took her plate to the sink to see a stack of dirty dishes. Fuck sake was all I could murmer. I got to work and was clean by seven at which time the doorbell rang. I was met with a man no taller than myself. He looked like the local bank owner's son. Preston Abshire was looking lean and in good condition. "I am looking for some really good advice."                                                         
"Fair enough Preston. Do you have time to listen."                                                                                           
"Yeah," he handed me two hundred Saorlights. "That is a month's worth of really good advice isn't it?"   
"Yes, do you know how to use it."                                                                                                                         
"George said he will show me."                                                                                                                           
"That's fine then." I pocketed the money and searched my room for a bag I brought home from work. "I am surprised you would be into this. What got you started?"                                                               
"Just want to get big, tired of ladies seeing nothing but a skinny specimen before them."                     
"Some ladies like it," I tried to cheer him up.                                                                                                         
"They do, and enjoying walking all over you then afterwards."                                                                       
"Right well, if you need more, let me know."
The money was a nice lift for the day. I texted Saffron to come over for a bite as it had been a while since we had seen each other. In the back of my mind though I had to chat to Vick about keeping our deal and not letting her old habits return.

[SabinicThigh]

Part 5, Sickening

This part of the lockdown felt like such a lull. Saffron had replied saying that her father was showing symptons and that it was advised that her family self isolate for a few weeks. I was tempted to respond 'what a surprise' but I had known I would be on thin ice for not being around Saff; through no fault of my own, for a number of weeks. Her jealousy over Vickie would mount even though I was about to see a strange absence from her. She was coming and going as she pleased for the next week. I had no idea where she was sleeping. She left her room door open and I could see the messy interior from the hallway. It never changed so I knew she wasn't sleeping there and the door was always well open. I knew she was returning while I was working because the gym was always a mess and food from both her cupboard had been ravaged. I was always spending another half hour of the day cleaning when I came in. If she expected her gear on Sunday night she had another thing coming.  I hid the plates on her but she always found them. I got so annoyed I put a lock on all the cupboards except hers. That day she left a note saying she would clean up the following day. I wrote thankyou with a smiley face to show no bad blood and left everything unlocked. I found a bigger mess and my own food had been ravaged the following day. I was absolutely sickened.
When I called her she didn't pick up. My texts were not responded to. I locked everything up from then on. The gym was always left in a chaotic state. A note was left saying, unlock the cupboards or I will break them. I thought this was getting ridiculous. Maybe she was unhappy or going through something right now. So I wrote a note in an attempt to restart things.
Hi Vickie. I don't know what the problem is but I would like you to come back to the house so we can talk things out. I am sorry if I have upset you and if I have, I will fix it as soon as we chat. I don't want to fight with you and you are a good housemate when you are here. Steve.
I returned to spotless house the next day. The gym and kitchen were fine and as I sat down heavy steps descended the stairs. Vick came into the living room in an extra large hoodie. She filled it out in the chest and shoulders but not so much in her waist, she actually looked rather trim. Her waist was still as wide as ever but that was her powerlifting posterior. "Hi, Steve. You ready to talk."                         
"Yeah, sure. Everything okay?"                                                                                                                             
"Better than okay, I have a boyfriend and he has been encouraging me to go harder than ever, with weights not... sex or anything." She smiled shyly with her violet eyes brighter than before. Her skin appeared course as the laugh lines stretched.                                                                                               
"Wonderful news Vickie. Local fellow?"                                                                                                               
"He is yeah, I spend a lot of time with him these days."                                                                           
"Okay, well that is super. But what can I do to help? Clearly you are unhappy with how I have been running things here."                                                                                                                                         
"So yeah. You are too much of a control freak here. I wouldn't have left a mess but you were just so strict with it I wanted to make a point." I felt she was being unreasonable but I just bit my lip. "I also think you are too controlling when it comes to lifting even though I am way past your level." Her voice was husky when she spoke with such confidence.                                                                                         
"Fine, you are entitled to your opinion. I don't quite agree but what would you like me to change."               
"Your attitude mainly. Now, I wasn't pleased with cleaning up after you for a start as you waste a lot of your food and I feel you owe me the service I gave you. Secondly, it is beyond any doubt I am physically superior to you. I think you must admit to this as well."                                                                     
I had to hold my laughter. This had to be the hormones she was on. She couldn't have been this bitchy or arrogant in a normal frame of mind. "Well, we agreed that I would supplement you in exchange for the cleaning of my dishes. And I fulfilled this."                                                                                                           
"I am aware but I think your supplements weren't advanced enough for me."                                                     
The bitch was out of her mind. Clearly she was getting amazing results from something that wa actually supposed to be hindering her. She had a deeper voice and a fuller upper body. "Fine, well you won't be getting anything from me this week."                                                                                         
"Fine" she said without any notice. It was an act, she wouldn't last without the fix. "But here is my new proposal. I will continue to clean my mess but no longer yours. In exchange I am looking for the best you can get me in steroids."                                                                                                                           
"And if I refuse?"                                                                                                                                                     
"Then I will start breaking things as I come to lift. Especially locks. Plus, I still am not back to work and I do love to lift at three o'clock in the morning, it is just that the weight has to go up. Could get a bit noisy."
"If you smash things up, I will get the police involved."                                                                             
Vickie blurted out in laughter. "I am no lawyer Stevey, but I don't think it takes one to see who is going to be in shit when they see all the 'advice and supplements' you give," she hinted with air quotes.
"Alright, alright fine. Let's get things back to normal. You promise to clean up your half of the mess for heavier drugs. Am I clear on this?"                                                                                                           
"The heaviest!"                                                                                                                                                         
"Fine, you're funeral. Have we a deal?" I put out my hand to shake on it.                                                       
She just shook her head smiling. "Admit I am superior physically!"                                                                     
"Why is that so important to you? Are you that petty?"                                                                                 
"Are you?"                                                                                                                                                                       
I bit my lower lip. "I'll admit it. When you prove it."                                                                                       
"Let's go then," she laughed.
She strode out leading the way, removing her grey hoodie as she did. Her frame was very masculine as her waist just expanded outward toward her shoulders making her back look huge. A deep line valleyed between her shoulder blades as she sauntered toward the bar. "Well, you love the bench. Why not start there?"
"Fine," I declared. My confidence was slipping as she handled the plates with such ease to manage the bar. She set it at seventy five and gestured me to lift. I slid on an extra two kilograms and she just laughed. I pulled the bar down knowing that a massive weight awaited me in the hold. With a huge struggle I lifted back the bar and my temples were thumping. I immediately latched my hands on my chest forgetting she was watching. Her deep neigh like laugh reminded me she was there. She swapped places with me and did one easy rep with the bar. She then shoved on a twenty plate on each side. With a similar fluidity she bench pressed one hundred and ten kilograms. Her laughter was replaced with satisfied panting. "I... can continue if you want. Deadlift?"                                                   
I had never felt so humiliated. What could I deadlift. One fifty, one sixty? "Fine." I loaded the bar to one hundred and sixty but even that took a bit out of me. It was extremely uncomfortable as I bent down to place the plates I felt my backside touch off her leggings. I didn't know what I touched on her but it was her subtly suggesting I was in her space. The big guy's space. I readied myself at the bar. It lightly tipped my shins as I drew in deep breaths. I gave it my all and it started rising. My back had to compensate somewhat but slowly I came to a rise. At the top of the thrust, I dropped it and nearly went light headed from the effort. By the time I sat back down the bench she had the lift completed and the slam of the bar shook the room. Again, she slid on her twenty plates as well as two tens. That was two hundred and twenty kilograms on the bar. Her technique was solid as she readied herself. I found myself peering at her thick chest which was stretching the neck of her top. I could see the ridges in her pectorials. Three deep breaths and she slowly hoisted her deadlift. Again, she dropped it after her perfect pull, shaking the entire garage. "Anything to say or are we squatting little boy?"                           
"We are squatting," I ordered, briefly forgetting what a squat was. She readied the bar asking if I had succeeded with that one fifty yet. "Rack it" I said.                                                                                             
"Manners might have to improve as part of the new deal."                                                                             
I gripped the steady bar on the weight rack. I knew this would be my heaviest ever squat. I stood up under it. Feeling the weight on my shoulders, I struggled to take my two steps back. I began sending my hips back, holding my brace. Back, back until my bum hit her. I am not sure where but I knew I had to rise and that was all I focused on. I squatted there focused. I motioned to rise but nothing moved. Slowly, there was insignificant movement. There was enough to create momentum. Just when I thought I couldn't push anymore I suddenly came through with it. I couldn't believe the surge but I knew it was possible. Then as I stood firm with the bar, her hands were underneath it. "Not this one Stevey, the witch cackled. She then got under the bar and walked as though nothing was on her back. "You spotting?"                                                                                                                                              Reluctantly I stood behind her but I took an extra half a foot back. She sent her hips way back and I knew with such a reverse thrust she meant to knock me. Her ass looked even larger if that were possible. She would have knocked me too if we were even slightly closer. She reracked it and then fetched her fifteen kilogram plates. With more effort, she squatted one eighty and reracked it.                            "Now, have I proven it or do we have to arm wrestle or some stupid shit?"
"Alright Vickie, you can outlift me."                                                                                                                             
"No Stevey, I said physically superior."                                                                                                                               
"If I say it will you stop?"                                                                                                                                               
"If you say it we have a deal."                                                                                                                                       
"You are physically superior to me." I admitted. I gazed up at the pullup bar and just felt dejected. Not today.                                                                                                                                                           
"Excellent, now if you don't mind I am going to push on with some serious weight so if you don't mind giving me the gym for the afternoon that would be super."                                                                 
I couldn't argue I just left.
         

[Qwertyin]

Wow great chapter but in the future what are the striods side effects that you are emphasazing on in the future and will there be phycale or sexual dominance in the future

[bertmacklinsbrother]

awesome story my friend!