Raffaela burst into rage:
“What the hell? Brittany! You goddamn asshole! Stay away from him!”
The large-breasted woman dived for cover. Kieran howled in despair:
“What’s this shit! Who are these freaks? What the fuck is going on with you?”
Instantly, the hulking pair locked into a grapple. They pushed against each other on the small corridor, screaming at the top of their voices. Their massive arms interlocked, their arm muscles swelling with effort. At first, Kieran was gaining. He pushed her back towards her room, using his greater height to lever her back.

She went to the bathroom, grabbed her exercise ribbon and quickly and energetically pumped up her muscles. Intimidating those girls would be easy. Besides, deploying her full power made her feel much more confident. When she was done, she quickly slipped into her lingerie, checked her hair and make-up and put on her shoes. One last check-up, then she went back out.
Diana almost collapsed back into the bathroom. The girls had changed. Totally. She stared at them in complete confusion. They lay on the bed, awaiting her...

The next morning, Valerie fell out of her bed. She had a terrible hangover and was in an awful shape. Her face and bedding were smeared with make-up. She was still dressed in Raffaela’s fancy clothes and took a few seconds to remember where she was. At last, she stumbled out of her room. In the kitchen, her flatmate was waiting for her. She had her hair done up in a bun and was wearing a robe.
“Up yet? Thank god it’s Sunday.”
“Sunday? Okay. I guess I’ll skip training for today.”

At the same time, Valerie’s life was taking a step into a new direction. The balding man with huge arms, who went by the name of Ron, was actually spending a lot of time watching her work out. He was a software engineer in his thirties, with a pronounced muscle and superhero fetish. Valerie was the first woman he’d met at the gym who had brought an authentic size obsession with her. This excited him to no end. Her aggressive demeanour did the rest. He fell hopelessly in love with her.

Two months had flown by. Valerie and Raffaela had grown accustomed to their new environment. One could say that they were living besides each other, not together. Their lives revolved around training mostly, occasionally putting in a break to discuss the progress of their work. By now, they had compiled a very complete compendium of all material regarding strength fetishism and muscle worship. They had also created a collection of observations of the reactions of people to their growing shapes. This included video data, transcripts and interviews.

When Kieran returned the next day, he found Raffaela busy packing. Her stuff was slowly disappearing into boxes, her books and data packed away and ready for transport. He looked around, confused about the growing disorder and tried to draw her attention:
"Darling, I'm back. We won!"
Raffaela looked up, dropped the cardboard box she was assembling and ran to him, embracing and covering him in kisses.
"That's great! I'm so happy for you. Have you got a medal to show me?"

The next day, Valerie and Daniel went to see his friend. He had a beautiful office downtown, with a flat for his private use attached. Dr. Wang was a rather well-known doctor of sports medicine and since Daniel had called him beforehand, he opened himself. Wang was a rather lanky, tall man of Chinese descent, who had been a professional athlete in his youth. He had long since abandoned his athletic pursuits, but had specialised in the field. He smiled as he greeted his guests:
“Hello Daniel, good evening miss. I’m done for today, so we can just go over to my flat. Want some tea?”

This night, Valerie barely slept. She had committed to something she’d have preferred to evade all her life. Still, the next day would bring a rupture in her perspective. Coming to terms with her body would be her challenge. She got up at five am, restless and desperate. At first, she just sat in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. Finally, she decided herself, packed a tracksuit into her bag, grabbed a towel and some shampoo and went to the next gym. When she arrived, the entrance was flooded by greyish neon light. Outside, it was still dark. However, there was already some activity.

The woman stepped inside, put down her suitcase and examined the room. Not having had any idea about what was usual in such an environment, Raffalea had taken care to create an environment similar to what she had when she was with her boyfriend. As a result, the room was illuminated by candles only, giving it a welcoming and romantic flair. The woman was clearly indifferent, but said:

After a few moments of anger, they finally resigned. Even though the seminar had started in the worst possible way, they were both ambitious enough not to take this too hard. Getting some more coffee, they started planning their research.