My Housemate arrived before the Lockdown

[phil123]

Getting better with each chapter.
So hoping for more.

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[SabinicThigh]

Part 6, New deal, Old Habits

How the fuck did she get so strong in just over six weeks? The gear I gave her was only an oestrogen booster. And she only got a week's supply. She must have had another supplier. But where did she get the money? Maybe her boyfriend had connections. It must have been more complicated than that. If she had a new supplier, why did she need to get drugs from me now? It plagued my mind for the next few days. I watched her do her accessory work and her arms had become insanely ripped. She looked like she had the arms of Thor. They gleamed with her perspiration in the light above her head. She was pressing dumbbells over her head causing all her upper body muscles to swell and expand. She was disgusting and rude and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I was finishing off my pasta when she came in. "Not quite a clean kitchen," she sneered "come on now Steve, we had a deal." Clearly she was just saying this to expose me as a hypocrite.
"Can I at least finish my pasta?" I asked sarcastically.                                                                                       
"Wow, well it didn't last long did it?" She began cleaning the pots herself. In anger, I rose to grab the pots and soap off of her. I started to wash. "Ah, much better. See? It isn't so hard." She then began measuring out her portions, which had been going up daily. Her belly protruded somewhat still, but her chest protruded slightly more. It was as though the heavy portions were going straight to the areas she was working on. If that was the case she must have been doing a huge amount of heavy squats. Her hips were still as wide but firmer. Her big round arse stuck out greatly with spherical volume. By the time I had finished soaking my pot and bowl she had taken to the table to gobble her mound of rice and chicken. I felt defeated in the presence of such an appetite and just dried the pots so I could leave. "Steve? Pots aren't clean. You going back on this deal?" I returned to the kitchen to see she had taken out what I had dried. True enough, there were some light orange stains. I had kept her to that standard so I wouldn't be shown as a hypocrite.
"Shit" I muttered to convey disappointment in myself and hide any sense of an apology. She remained quiet and returned to the gym. I polished off each pot with a bit more care until I came to a practically clean bowl. It wasn't worth the argument. The soapy water was warm, the bowl was already in my pruned hands. I sighed as I cleaned her bowl.     
Saffron's isolation period was at an end. She would be at mine for a dinner on Friday. it was a dull, depressing week that I felt particularly lethargic in. I hadn't set foot in the gym that week and knew I had to return to it that Saturday where I would have a day off work. I was getting Preston something a little more potent for hiss gains. The man had put on weight, but he didn't look firm. I didn't mind as he was willing to pay above asking price for something abit stronger. It was the one positive I had going for me that week, so I promised him more but just encouraged he take it in moderation. I didn't want him to overdose which may have been why he looked a bit puffy.
I was late returning from work on Friday. Saffron's car was in my spot. Normally she had the manners to park on the roadside. Perhaps she finally took my advice to just take the spot as I advised when it were free. Vickie must have let her in. I hope she wasn't waiting long with that slob. Well at least it would put Saffron at ease knowing that Vickie was a gluttonous pig. I stepped into the house to hear the two girls giggling. They were in the kitchen where I could hear Saffron being inquisitive in a nervous tone. She was like that around new people. "No, I like muscles but I don't want to get big."
"Why not?" Vickie asked in a chuckle.
"I just don't want to." I stayed behind the door listening.
"That's not a reason, why don't you want to get big?"
"Because- oh, I cant say," Saffron laughed nervously.
"I want to know, I don't care what you think of me."           
"Because I mean, you look like a man," she laughed. They both laughed. It put Saffron at ease and she let out a more relaxed fit of laughter.             
"What's so funny?"
"Oh Steven at last." She jumped up to give me a big hug and a quick kiss. "Nothing, girl talk."
I chuckled and turned my attention to Vickie. "Maybe you could give me and Saffron the room. Y'know like we discussed."
"Okay, let me just have my pre workout lunch and I will be on my way."
"Well, actually Steve. Vickie has put on our rice as well as her own. She is a laugh as well. Maybe she could dine with us and then-"
"I want to have you to myself Saff, it has been a long two weeks."
"That seems fair, Steve. I will be out of your way soon," Vickie said gleefully. I was pleased with her response.
"All good then. Come on Saff, I want to show u something," by which I meant I wanted to shower with her while Vickie pigged out alone.
Familiarity of her glistening curvy yet tight little frame brought me to an erection. Little Saffron let me bounce it on her cute little bottom before she put her lips around my tip. It was nice but I was not in a euphoric state. I took her hands to my legs to feel the strength in my quads and hamstrings. She seemed to enjoy it too. She swallowed more of me and her hands rose to clasp my buttocks. She was getting into it, more so than I was. I was being pleasured but not inspired. I thought about what I wanted to do. I closed my eyes upward and thought of how I wanted to bend her over and ride her ass. I wanted to press her into the bed to demonstrate my power over her smaller body. I opened my eyes to see a photo pinned to the mirror, a back shot of Vickie flexing. In a moment Saff seemed to moan and I was feeling more euphoric. Another photo displayed a large pale arse striated over hamstrings and big round calves. I imagined my dick being forced between those glutes and had to ejaculate at the thought. I averted my eyes and shielded them from the shower water.
Saffron regained her composure. "After two week, I'd say you needed that." She laughed.
"indeed," I grinned. Truthfully I felt insecure. In that moment it was the size of Vickie's upper and lower frames that got me there. It was a once off though. It served a function but it was the be all and end all of what I was attracted to. Saffron was a sexy small thing that I loved, and she loved me. 
Dinner went well. The only issue was that Vickie left her cleanup behind. I would give her the benefit of the doubt that she was just in a rush to give us the kitchen but I couldn't help but feel she was taking advantage of my good mood. She knew I wouldn't give out while I had a guest around.
The following morning I left a satisfied Saffron in bed. Much to my disgust, someone at work called in sick and I was available. I still intended to hit the gym when I returned home but I had planned to hit early that morning with Saffron. "I'm sorry Saffron, I have to go to work."
"That's fine honey. I am going to join Vickie for a coffee wen she is done her morning session."       
I didn't know when they had arranged that. I was elated. As the two girls got to know each other, I wouldn't have to worry about Saffron getting jealous. I was pretty sure Vickie disliked me anyway so she wasn't going to make any remarks that put Saffron on edge. I was almost certain I disliked Vickie, although, it was a powerful image. 

[Qwertyin]

Part 6, New deal, Old Habits

How the fuck did she get so strong in just over six weeks? The gear I gave her was only an oestrogen booster. And she only got a week's supply. She must have had another supplier. But where did she get the money? Maybe her boyfriend had connections. It must have been more complicated than that. If she had a new supplier, why did she need to get drugs from me now? It plagued my mind for the next few days. I watched her do her accessory work and her arms had become insanely ripped. She looked like she had the arms of Thor. They gleamed with her perspiration in the light above her head. She was pressing dumbbells over her head causing all her upper body muscles to swell and expand. She was disgusting and rude and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
I was finishing off my pasta when she came in. "Not quite a clean kitchen," she sneered "come on now Steve, we had a deal." Clearly she was just saying this to expose me as a hypocrite.
"Can I at least finish my pasta?" I asked sarcastically.                                                                                       
"Wow, well it didn't last long did it?" She began cleaning the pots herself. In anger, I rose to grab the pots and soap off of her. I started to wash. "Ah, much better. See? It isn't so hard." She then began measuring out her portions, which had been going up daily. Her belly protruded somewhat still, but her chest protruded slightly more. It was as though the heavy portions were going straight to the areas she was working on. If that was the case she must have been doing a huge amount of heavy squats. Her hips were still as wide but firmer. Her big round arse stuck out greatly with spherical volume. By the time I had finished soaking my pot and bowl she had taken to the table to gobble her mound of rice and chicken. I felt defeated in the presence of such an appetite and just dried the pots so I could leave. "Steve? Pots aren't clean. You going back on this deal?" I returned to the kitchen to see she had taken out what I had dried. True enough, there were some light orange stains. I had kept her to that standard so I wouldn't be shown as a hypocrite.
"Shit" I muttered to convey disappointment in myself and hide any sense of an apology. She remained quiet and returned to the gym. I polished off each pot with a bit more care until I came to a practically clean bowl. It wasn't worth the argument. The soapy water was warm, the bowl was already in my pruned hands. I sighed as I cleaned her bowl.     
Saffron's isolation period was at an end. She would be at mine for a dinner on Friday. it was a dull, depressing week that I felt particularly lethargic in. I hadn't set foot in the gym that week and knew I had to return to it that Saturday where I would have a day off work. I was getting Preston something a little more potent for hiss gains. The man had put on weight, but he didn't look firm. I didn't mind as he was willing to pay above asking price for something abit stronger. It was the one positive I had going for me that week, so I promised him more but just encouraged he take it in moderation. I didn't want him to overdose which may have been why he looked a bit puffy.
I was late returning from work on Friday. Saffron's car was in my spot. Normally she had the manners to park on the roadside. Perhaps she finally took my advice to just take the spot as I advised when it were free. Vickie must have let her in. I hope she wasn't waiting long with that slob. Well at least it would put Saffron at ease knowing that Vickie was a gluttonous pig. I stepped into the house to hear the two girls giggling. They were in the kitchen where I could hear Saffron being inquisitive in a nervous tone. She was like that around new people. "No, I like muscles but I don't want to get big."
"Why not?" Vickie asked in a chuckle.
"I just don't want to." I stayed behind the door listening.
"That's not a reason, why don't you want to get big?"
"Because- oh, I cant say," Saffron laughed nervously.
"I want to know, I don't care what you think of me."           
"Because I mean, you look like a man," she laughed. They both laughed. It put Saffron at ease and she let out a more relaxed fit of laughter.             
"What's so funny?"
"Oh Steven at last." She jumped up to give me a big hug and a quick kiss. "Nothing, girl talk."
I chuckled and turned my attention to Vickie. "Maybe you could give me and Saffron the room. Y'know like we discussed."
"Okay, let me just have my pre workout lunch and I will be on my way."
"Well, actually Steve. Vickie has put on our rice as well as her own. She is a laugh as well. Maybe she could dine with us and then-"
"I want to have you to myself Saff, it has been a long two weeks."
"That seems fair, Steve. I will be out of your way soon," Vickie said gleefully. I was pleased with her response.
"All good then. Come on Saff, I want to show u something," by which I meant I wanted to shower with her while Vickie pigged out alone.
Familiarity of her glistening curvy yet tight little frame brought me to an erection. Little Saffron let me bounce it on her cute little bottom before she put her lips around my tip. It was nice but I was not in a euphoric state. I took her hands to my legs to feel the strength in my quads and hamstrings. She seemed to enjoy it too. She swallowed more of me and her hands rose to clasp my buttocks. She was getting into it, more so than I was. I was being pleasured but not inspired. I thought about what I wanted to do. I closed my eyes upward and thought of how I wanted to bend her over and ride her ass. I wanted to press her into the bed to demonstrate my power over her smaller body. I opened my eyes to see a photo pinned to the mirror, a back shot of Vickie flexing. In a moment Saff seemed to moan and I was feeling more euphoric. Another photo displayed a large pale arse striated over hamstrings and big round calves. I imagined my dick being forced between those glutes and had to ejaculate at the thought. I averted my eyes and shielded them from the shower water.
Saffron regained her composure. "After two week, I'd say you needed that." She laughed.
"indeed," I grinned. Truthfully I felt insecure. In that moment it was the size of Vickie's upper and lower frames that got me there. It was a once off though. It served a function but it was the be all and end all of what I was attracted to. Saffron was a sexy small thing that I loved, and she loved me. 
Dinner went well. The only issue was that Vickie left her cleanup behind. I would give her the benefit of the doubt that she was just in a rush to give us the kitchen but I couldn't help but feel she was taking advantage of my good mood. She knew I wouldn't give out while I had a guest around.
The following morning I left a satisfied Saffron in bed. Much to my disgust, someone at work called in sick and I was available. I still intended to hit the gym when I returned home but I had planned to hit early that morning with Saffron. "I'm sorry Saffron, I have to go to work."
"That's fine honey. I am going to join Vickie for a coffee wen she is done her morning session."       
I didn't know when they had arranged that. I was elated. As the two girls got to know each other, I wouldn't have to worry about Saffron getting jealous. I was pretty sure Vickie disliked me anyway so she wasn't going to make any remarks that put Saffron on edge. I was almost certain I disliked Vickie, although, it was a powerful image.

so basically she has become Preston's girlfriend and took all the steroids and now she is taking double the supply's and gitting stronger by the day I wonder if she will take his girlfriend from him or not

[SabinicThigh]

Part 7,  A Stoic Reader
I know I said I would hit the gym that Saturday, but it didn't happen. Neither did it happen Sunday as I spent the one day off with Saffron. After Mondays work shift concluded I walked ito the gym. It was not a mess but rearranged. It was unfamiliar. Vickie seemed to have made it a bit more convenient for herself in terms of where the heavy and light plates were. The barbell was always equipped with whatever ridiculous weight she was working with. It was enough to dishearten me further and I returned to the kitchen to where Vickie was reading a book on stoicism and physicality.  "You haven't really been tidying up the gym Vickie. Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine yes."
"Not exactly the answer I was looking for." I laughed nervously.   
"What were you looking for?" her eyes stayed fixed on the book.
"Well, maybe you could leave it so that I could manage the weights a bit better?"
"Well, maybe you could man-up? Besides, you are never in there now so I thought I would make it easier for myself. Path of least resistance."
"I am working Vickie, I really don't need to be tidying up after you. Come on now, we have been having a good run at things. Why ruin it?"
She put the book down and looked me up and down. "Yeah, you are getting a little pudgy in the middle, you need to get back to the compound strength. Harden you up. Okay fine, I will fix it up after I read this chapter."
I was a bit shocked until I felt my hips and belly. They had softened. That was only two weeks without training. "Thank you, Vickie. I appreciate it."
"Well, if I notice you are not using it I will just leave it in a condition that I see fit maximise my time." 
"Deal," I said, though it was a stupid thing to agree to. She left my words hanging in the careless air.
Maybe it was just the argument I wanted to win. Having had her compromise and tidy was a mini victory but the fact that she just chose to give it to me made it feel hollow. I only did a short session while I was in there. I felt that I was weak from a lack of practice and that it would get easier as time in the gym wore on. But, I didn't get back into it that week. Work took centre stage.  When the time came to use the gym at home, she would be in there. She had grown considerably in the past few weeks. She was still taking the oestregen hormones but must have been trading it for steroids.
At home she was getting worse. She was talking less and less. I don't know how many times she had watched gladiator now and whenever she was reading it was about stoicism, masculinity or power. We were both sorting out our meals in the kitchen one day.  She used to ask me to move or simply wait if I was in her way but now her time seemed more important than anyone elses and she would just grunt at me and shrug if I was in the way. I would pass looks but I wouldn't make remarks. I don't know why I was afraid as she hadn't done anything to me. Having said that, she was looking manlier than ever. Her shoulders had become very wide and rounded. Very vainy forearms were often squeezing different pieces of furniture for resistance to her restlessness. A lot of her hoodies and tracksuits had tears now. In her hoodies it was at the chest or back. On her pants it would be at her butt or mid-thigh.
"I think you are going to manage fine in the docks when they go back. Seriously Vick, are you not going to slow down?"                                         
She smiled at me. "No. Glad to see you're noticing though."
"But do you not think you are too strong now, do you not care that you look like a man."
"I don't mind, I got people staring." I gazed at her thighs, assuming she was reading her book. "You for instance."
"Ah well, I am just a little freaked out."
"Don't know if Saffy would approve of that."
"I'd prefer if you just called her Saffron."
Vickie looked at me with amusement, as though my opinion could not make a difference on her. "Right well, I am going to continue this as I do have a knack for it. Don't see why you care, it isn't hurting you?"
"No. I guess I am just surprised is all. I think it is affecting your attitude a bit too."                         
She closed the book and stared. "Care to elaborate?" her glare was stern.
"I was more frightened by her physique now than ever as she widened herself on the couch. "Well... you uh... you don't have manners when we are both in the kitchen, you just grunt like a caveman."
She let the silence hang. "Seriously? Is that it?"
I couldn't do anything but nod. "Alright. I'll try and be nicer to you. I forget how sensitive you have become."
"What is that supposed to mean."
"I think you have gotten a bit naggy since you stopped hitting the weights."
"Naggy? Jesus I just want you to be nice to me while we share this house."
She took a moment. "Alright I am sorry, that was a bit mean. Put on the kettle and I'll make us some tea."
I did. I don't know why, maybe it was the gratitude toward her apology but I went on to make the tea as she appeared to forget the kettle had boiled. "Thanks," she said, sipping the boiling tea.
Having finished her tea, she curled into the couch. The sun came through the window and caught the excessive hip that her pyjama shorts could not cover. My eyes followed the silk that was wedgied up between her cheeks. They were two massive pale boulders of marble. Her messy hair settled in chaotic ways on the cushions. While the brunette cascade poorly hid one massive lower shoulder, the other was fully exposed, relaxed and huge. Anytime she turned a page, muscles cocked and twitched just below the skin. We were both the same height but she must have been my weight and at least fifty percent more. I had never seen a stronger woman. Few men would get that big at that height. The valley in her back had not deepened but the surrounding mountains had grown higher. Her tea had been milkless unlike mine. I used far too much milk in contrast. I had gotten used to her making them that way for me the past few weeks. I remade us each a cup each. This time she smiled up at me in gratitude. I nervously grinned.
I was washing our cups when she was about to cook her next meal. I was in her way and she did not grunt, nor did she wait. Instead, she pushed me aside with one hand slowly. I was resisting and she easily moved me aside. I was frowning but her smile all throughout the process just made me laugh at the situation. I guess it was funny how much of a freak she was.
"Preston may be over later."
"Preston, my client? How do you know him?" My laughter had faded to confusion.
"He is my boyfriend, Steve. You haven't figured it out yet?"                                 

[jeffbeans]

Really well written, I love the slow build! K+

[giantgirl7foot2]

I'm also enjoying the (relatively) slow build-up. Great read!

[SabinicThigh]

Part 8, Poor Preston

Seeing them together made it click with me. The oestrogen and steroids were working just fine. Just not on the people I had intended. Preston had been taking the oestrogen while Vickie was getting the most powerful steroids I could get my hands on. While I could understand why she wanted to grow to become stronger, I couldn't understand why he wanted to become more feminine. I made a cup of tea for each of us and just had to ask. "Why do you want to be like this Preston?"                       
"Isn't it obvious? I want to be buff."
"Yeah but, this isn't the way to go about it." I glanced at Vickie who seemed to be giggling now like the girl she used to be. "You think what you are doing to him is funny?"
A look of anxiety came over preston, his glasses were fogging up. "Doing what to me? Am I alright?"
Vickie burst out in laughter. Both Preston and myself were taken aback by the volume of her outburst. "You are fine darling. I said I'd get you in shape and this is how we are going about it?"
"She is feeding you oestrogen Preston? The female hormone? You aren't getting stronger." 
"Your lying to me, Vickie loves me. She wouldn't do that to me."
Her laughing had died down. Smiling she rubbed the back of his neck. "Preston's right, I love him. I wouldn't do anything to hurt him and I feel this is what will benefit his body most."
"It's not about what YOU feel, you are ruining a man's life here Vickie." I couldn't hide my anger. She was quite an imposing person now but I was too angry to let her get away with it. "Did you even warn him? Did you detail him on what he would be going through?"
"I told him to trust me, and he does. Why do you give a crap anyway?"
"Because it is human decency you cold-hearted maniac."   
"Do mind the name-calling, I think you are being a bit hormonal yourself."
"Oh piss off Vickie. Preston you don't have to listen to her."
"But I love her."
"Why, she is using you for your money to buy these drugs through you."
"I know," he stammered, "but I like her strength?"
"What, she is a freak. And she has been lying to you."
"Yeah but, however she becomes stronger I love her for it."
She rubbed his slim leg and doted on him. "Oh Preston, that is so sweet of you to say. You have made me happy."
"Fine, you love her but what about the fact that she has kept you weak when you wanted to put on muscle."
Preston froze and looked to Vickie who smiled and tilted her head toward the quivering man child. Her smile seemed to coerce his next response. "I guess I like the contrast between our strengths."
"See? Now who are you to stand in the way of our means of love?" Vickie asked, feeling vindicated by Preston's response.
I was sickened by her. She didn't love him. She was using him for his money. I also noticed he had some bruising on his wrists. "As long as you aren't hurting him. What is the story with his wrists?"
Preston pulled his sleeves over them to cover the purple skin. "That's nothing to worry about." He said nervously.
"What did she do Preston?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Sounds to me like you are afraid," I rose to expose the wrists but as I did a heavy force in my chest pushed me back. I stumbled back to my seat, scorching my arm from my spilled tea. Banging parts of my back neck and elbows, adrenaline shot in to nullify some of the pain. Still, I was shocked by these sudden sensations and tried to recompose myself. I looked up to see her terrifying form. She looked huge, and made herself bigger with each drawn breath. "You touch him, and I will break your hand." For the first time in a long time, Vickie was genuinely angry. Maybe she did love him.
I stood to my feet and before I could say fine, she ordered me to make myself a new cup of tea after cleaning up the mess 'I' had made. I stood to her height. Her shoulders were far wider and rounder. She stepped forward hitting my chest with her harder one. Her will was harder and I submitted with my down-turning gaze. The frightful violet of her eyes was something I would no longer gaze into for long. I gathered paper towels angrily and mopped. I pondered knowing I couldn't outmuscle her for now but I could still beat that meat head in arguments. Just because she was bigger, didn't meant she was right. I cleaned to the sound of her reassuring Preston that he would be fine.                                                                                               
I went about my business, but Preston seemed shocked at the incident. When Vickie sat herself back down she made some gesture and he knelt his head on her lap. She massaged his head gently as though it were a therapeutic strategy for her to cope, like she were stroking the head of a gentle pet. I put the damp towels in the bin and proceeded to boil the kettle. "Make sure there is enough water for Preston his tea has gone cold."
"There is." I sighed, knowing that it meant I was now making two cups.
"I'll have a second cup," she declared. Three cups. "And plenty of milk for Preston, isn't that right sweetie?" I could hear his nodding head rustle against her protruding chest.
I wasn't happy to comply. After her recent display of power, I just didn't have the courage to defy her then and there. I served us all our tea and stretched out hers first, then his and before lying mine down by my chair, Preston spoke up. "Could I have a little more milk please?" I looked at him in bewilderment, it was already quite a pale mixture. She giggled and tilted her head toward me. The coercion she put on Preston, she now pressed on me. I got the milk jug and poured it into Preston's cup. I offered it to her but she declined and encouraged me to have some. I declined but that didn't seem to please her. Thankfully, I just left with my cup and retired to my room for the evening. I wished they would have left the house, but they just stayed in, giggling on the couch before making some ruckus in her room. I pitied him. I couldn't believe she could manipulate him with such ease on her conscious. She was not only physically domineering, she was a dangerous manipulator and I would make myself scarce around her from now on. After shoving me to the floor like that, it was difficult to be around her. It would scare anyone, but I couldn't help but feel I succumbed too easily to her.
I arranged for some time at Saffron. I wanted to get away from Vickie for a bit. Her father was in the clear and she was happy to have me over for a few nights at least. I didn't want to tell her what Vickie had done to me but Saffron could sense I was troubled. In some vulnerable state, I just relayed the story to Saffron. I had intended on being quiet about it, stoic even, but just as Vickie had willed me to clean up and serve, my timid girlfriend willed me to fess up. I seemed to have no backbone. I needed Saff to know I was strong and reliable but in that moment I felt like I was having a heart to heart with a trusted friend who wouldn't judge me. I was hardly Clint Eastwood in Saff's eyes when I shed a tear as I admitted to saying I was afraid of Vickie.
"That's domestic abuse Steve. Tell her if it happens again you will call the Saorguard."
She had a point. Vickie's behaviour was unlawful and she could have faced a serious penalty.
"I don't mind you staying here for a while Steve but I want things to return to normality. She is just your housemate and has no bearing on your future or relationships. Plus you need to hit that gym of yours. You're getting as soft as me." Playfully she pushed her hip into mine before pushing her finger into my doughy belly. I did indeed need to tone up.

[jeffbeans]

Love it, please keep going!

[phil123]

Great new chapter. Cant't wait to read how this will go. Will Preston gets more and more female or does he only stay weak?

[SabinicThigh]

I was trying to keep this one semi realistic, so my thinking on oestrogen was just to make him submissive toward Vickie and physically weaker than he used to be. I'm not opposed to adverse physical changes towards a more feminine body but i may explore that in my next story. Thanks for the praise.

[jhunter]

Glad to see the story goes on. Keep up the great work.

[governor]

Definitely no turning a guy into a gal. That's just yucky.

[SabinicThigh]

Part 9, an unexpected apology
   
"Does she know you intend to stay away?" Saff asked me.
"No, I didn't tell her anything. I don't think she would care anyway. Besides she would have noticed by now."
"Yeah, it has been a while, but aren't you concerned for your house?"
"A little, but it would be nice for her to put the effort in cleaning up the place."
"She might leave it go to shit."
"She might," I shrugged. "But while I am here, I don't need to worry."
"Well, I love it when you are here babe, I do." I sensed she had more to say. I remained silent and Saff continued. "But I don't want my parents to think you're... dependant? Hesitant?"
"I know, I know. Alright, I'll check the place tomorrow."
"Fine."
But later that afternoon I received a text from Vickie. I found what it said to be strange and assumed she was mocking me. 'I am sorry for my behaviour. I have no excuse for what I did. I will make it up to you when you get home. Hope you're alright. Vick.'
I froze with my phone in my hand. "Everything alright Steve?" Saff asked, startling me from behind.
"Um, yeah, Vickie just texted me. Apparently she is sorry."
"Hmmm show me." Saff maintained a puzzled look as she reviewed the text. "She might actually be sorry. I don't think she is joking."
I was getting around to the idea of it. Initially I was agreeable to the idea, excited even. But it didn't take long for me to speculate what she was really about. This was another game. I couldn't hide my ire. My face said it all as Saff sensed it.
"What's wrong Steve? It's a genuine apology."
"It is no joke. But this is her being the 'bigger' person."
"What?"
"She is only doing this to show me up and acting like she is taking on some kind of burden with this apology."
"Oh Jesus, Steve? What the fuck are you on about?"
"I am serious she is just doing this to show control over the situation."
Saff sighed. "You sound like an absolute girl right now. Do you know that?"
"No, I am serious she is just doing this to get at me."
"Steve, grow up! Go over there, accept the apology! And get on with it. What she has done is best case scenario for you."
"Exactly she has created this situation, don't you see how she is trying to control me." I hadn't realised how frantic I sounded until Saff took a deep breath and relaxed. Normally it was me to calm the situation. Saff put her hands on my shoulders and spoke slowly, calmy and quietly and I could feel myself easing down.
"I see a woman who feels guilty for hitting you. Nothing more. She texted you because she owes you an apology. When you meet her, I am sure she will want to apologise genuinely. She has empathy. She isn't a monster. There is no agenda babe. Chill!"
I kissed her hand that I lifted from my shoulder. "You're right. I'll head over and set the record straight. Sorry I got all flustered."
"No problem," she placed her hands on my cheeks and kissed me, the way I did when Saff got upset. "You got this Steve."
The house was pristine. I stepped into the sitting room and I could smell a sweet fragrance of lemon. The plates were neatly stacked away in the kitchen. There was no mess in the sink and the table was set for two. Perhaps she anticipated my return. I could then feel a vibration though it was slight. The clashing plates hit the garage floor. Of course she was in the gym.
She was not alone. It was not a surprise to see preston. It was a surprise to see him wearing an apron though, a small one which was strange. Not something we had in the house as far as I knew. He was also wearing a very light purple vest under the apron. The purple straps over the shoulders seemed rather thin for a man's vest. He clapped as Vickie; now much larger than last I saw her, set the weight down.
"Oh Steve. You're back." She was panting, and I soon saw why. Her overhead press was one hundred and twenty kilograms. That was huge. I accepted I would never get over ninety kilograms as an overhead press. "Preston? Would you make Steve a cup?" He nodded with glee and raced out of the gym without even acknowledging me, which I didn't find offensive. It was just strange. "Thanks for coming back Steve. I hope I didn't make you feel unwelcome in your own home. I guess I didn't realise how strong I was when I pushed you."
"It's okay, Vickie. I am just happy to be back and to be on good terms with you again."
"Same. I am so sorry, but look I am aware now that I am a bit of a freak with my body now. What I am trying to say is... it won't happen again ...And Preston is very much clear on what he is taking and what I am taking."
"Wow," I was genuinely impressed with Vickie's maturity. She seemed totally different to the brute that I saw a few weeks ago. "I am delighted to hear that Vickie. I know it wasn't my place to tell Preston how to live his life but look, you both seem happy so I won't judge you guys again."
"All water under the bridge Stevey." She smiled, I would have preferred if she called me Steve but I wasn't going to make conflict over something that small now.
"God, you look great, Vickie. Well done. Seriously." She was far bigger. She wore a black tank top and her arms were unbelievable. The veins were pulsing and unbroken from shoulder to the white raging knuckles. The muscles themselves were the biggest I had ever seen. Her fat was gone. Below her pecs; there were no boobs to speak of, just hints of nipples only visible by the overhead light, was a very clear cut six pack. Each abdominal had at least a vein running over it into the valleys between.
"Thanks, I would say stop staring at my tits but clearly you can't be doing that so I take your gawking as a compliment."
"Yeah, sorry I am just amazed."
"No worries Stevey." She turned to the barbell and began removing the plates. I saw her grey leggings. There were oval holes in the leggongs streched to reveal her glutes that she didn't seem to be aware of. Her peach glistening sweaty skin stood out from the grey clothing. It looked warm and welcoming, knowing the rest of her rear was just as thick, hard, smooth and warm, or so I imagined. The grey turned to a soggy black along the cloth that was stuck between her cheeks. She pulled the wedgie free, yet her ass was still so visible below the leggings. It was the most rounded bum I had ever seen, but it must have been so solid. Realising my lingering glare, I looked away. I wasn't into this. I didn't like buff women. As far as I was concerned, Vickie was just a dude, a giant dude. "Come on, Preston will have the tea on the table. Let's get it while it is hot."
The cups of tea were set on the table. Hers was dark but the cup Preston poured for me and himself were pale with milk. I don't know where Vickie got the idea that I liked milky tea but I preferred it darker. I would still drink it, but I felt awkward bringing up my preferences when she and Preston were making such an effort to put me at ease. Preston, after seeing that we had all we needed, returned to wipe down the counter before approaching the table. I glanced at him as  he waited behind his chair. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vickie make a gesture and then Preston pulled out the chair with little noise, to take a seat.
The unfamiliar formality made the room awkward. "Well, you two seem happy. Anything new happening?" I asked, mainly to just have conversation, but I was curious to how the dynamic functioned now.
Vickie sighed in positive reflection. "Nothing new as such, we just had a nice time alone together, we got more comfortable and had an exciting time, even in a lockdown. We couldn't be happier."
Preston then echoed, "absolutely, couldn't be happier." His smile was warm and he massaged Vickie's veiny hand with his thumb and index finger. It was a hasty gesture, but it seemed to mean something between them.
"How about you Stevey? Honestly, as nice a time we had, I couldn't help but worry about you. Truth be told, it was much easier to get through with Preston here to comfort me."
I found it strange that she was that concerned for me. It made me feel kind of secured in my place in this house. "That is kid of you to say. Yeah, Saff and myself are great," listening to myself it felt as though I was lying. Were we great? A lot of our time spent together while at her house consisted of reassuring me in my relationship with Vickie. I couldn't let Vickie know she had that much of a bearing on my mental wellbeing, nor could I let her know my uncertainty of my relationship with Saffron. Vickie clearly expected to hear more. Perhaps my lingering scilence told her more than I wanted her to know. "I have to say I am really impressed with the state of the place?"
"What do you mean?" she asked, potentially laying out a trap of confrontation for me.
Truthfully I expected a mess but it was better to compliment the state of the house. "I don't think I have ever seen this kitchen cleaner. Just passing on my compliments to you."
She chuckled, "you have to give your compliments to Preston. He couldn't simply stay here for free, he had to earn his keep."
I thought to myself that he had payed handsomely already by purchasing her gear, probably her food too given her size. Again I tried to hide the silence, for fear she would read my thoughts it what was left unsaid. "Well Preston, I have to say, the kitchen is pristine."
He seemed to leave out a giggle before sipping his tea. "Thanks" he sighed. "I had to purchase a few things for the house, your cleaning products didn't quite remove some of the grease under the oven fan. I threw out your bottle of Grease Gonner and bought Sparkler Mint. Plus the sink had been blocked so that was why it took ages to drain but I cleared that. Likewise with the shower, the amount of hair-"
"ALRIGHT, Preston. Don't bore him. He might leave again." Vickie interjected, seemingly annoyed.
"It's okay, Vickie. I was actually meaning to fix those." That was a lie. I hadn't noticed that either drain was blocked. "How did you fix those."
"Well," he gave Vickie a glance and then slowly resumed his ramblings. "I removed the top of each drain and had to pull out some grime, then just poured bleached to sit for an hour as it burned through what I couldn't get to." Vickie slurped her tea loudly enough that Preston hesitated to continue. "Oh, more tea, love?"
"Oh" even I could tell she was feigning surprise at the offer. "Please Preston."
"Not a problem Vickie. Would you like another cup Steve?"
"No I am fine."
"Are you sure?" There was a less friendly tone in her voice. I didn't understand why. Something had happened and I wasn't sure what. No one seemed to speak for a few minutes until an alarm went off on Preston's phone. He put on a grin and nodded that he had to speak with Vickie privately, if I didn't mind. She nodded in response and the two went up to the upstairs bathroom. I didn't hear much but I clearly heard Vickie ask him, "Vickie? Vickie?" I assumed the mumble that followed was an apology.

[hatour]

This is one if the most intriguing stories I have read on the site. I am not really interested in any of the characters since I find them all a bit annoying. But the premise and writing style keeps me hooked and wondering how this is all going to play out. I can't wait to read more. Karma for all!

[SabinicThigh]

Thank you hatour. I am trying to improve all aspects of my writing, I'd be looking for suggestions on how to make the characters more appealing.