Chapter 9

MAXIM'S UNDERWATER INSTALLATION

The genetic wunderkind known as Maxim had only to think of the specific command to make his skin-fitting suit expand to fit his body. He resented the reaction.

He paced in the glow of myriad monitors, casting traveling shadows on the clean, cold walls.

A woman, a very dangerous woman was less than a day away.

She would change everything when she arrived.

“Caroline Jennings… what more is there to say? She is the perfect representation of what a girl, my mistake, a woman should be.” Glenn explained to his fellow colleagues.

“Well compared to the mass amount of women worldwide, I would say she only falls into the average category, but I could agree to your statement if you limit it to just the Clayton Valley area, possibly the entire state...” Matthew replies to his friend‘s praise towards their current object of affection.

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?"

Eleanor
By Morpheus

Eleanor stared at the glass vial in her hand, her eyes taking in every
detail from the rubber stopper in the top that was sealed with a coat of
wax to the clear glass which revealed a disgusting looking green liquid
inside. The fact that the liquid looked a little chunky only made it
all the more disgusting.

"This has got to be some kind of a joke," Eleanor winced, adjusting her
glasses as she did so.

Then Eleanor leaned back and looked across the clutter on her bedroom
desk to the picture frame in the corner. It was a picture of her taken