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?”
“Yes, please.”
Minutes later, they were enjoying a cup of Earl Grey, and their host asked:
“What can I do for you? You were rather cryptic on the phone.”
Daniel explained:
“Doctor, this is Valerie. She’s one of my customers and she wants to be a bodybuilder.”
“Aha. Alright. Do you need medical advice on training?”
Valerie answered, cutting Daniel’s explanation short:
“Actually, no. Daniel’s doing just fine. However, I would need your help at supplementing my training. I want to gain quicker!”
“You are rather straightforward. Are you suggesting that I should help you get illegal or inappropriate medication?”
Daniel covered his eyes. Valerie replied:
“Of course I do. He,” pointing at Daniel, ”told me that you were the best in your field, and that your treatment would reduce the risks.”
“This may be, but it is illegal. I cannot help you… You’ll have to do this the hard way. A gem is not polished without rubbing.”
For a second, Valerie hesitated. Then she answered:
“…Nor a man perfected without trials.” She stared at him. “I know this proverb: that’s your signature, isn’t it. I know you. I know this room. Your online name is physiquephreak1958.”
Wang turned pale. Daniel looked around in confusion. She continued:
“You’re a member of the BicepsBoard. You posted pictures of you in a session. I’ve seen your postings.”
Wang stuttered:
“Why? How? What do you want?”
She grinned evilly:
“Well. I think we share the same passion, doctor. You love muscles, I love to build them. I think we’ll be able to strike a deal…”
“Listen: I’m willing to help you, if you keep quiet about it. My wife doesn’t know about this. I wouldn’t want her to doubt our marriage.”
“Perfect. I want to start tomorrow, so prepare everything. I’ll let you take progress pictures, if you want to. I may even give you a freebie once I’m big enough.”
The doctor was contrite:
“Okay. I’ll do it. Please be discrete.”
Just at this moment, there was a sound at the door. A key turned in the lock and the doctor’s wife came home. She was a rather short person in her late forties, slim, dark haired and elegant in every sense of the word. She removed her coat, switched to sandals and came in.
“Hi, darling. Hello, Daniel. Long time no see. Who’s that? Is she your girlfriend?”
He shook his head in surprise and said:
“No, no, she’s a client. We just came over to get some advice.”
“Great. Will you stay for dinner?”
“No thank you. We must be off. It’s way beyond my work hours. Good evening.”
They left quickly. As they entered the elevator, Daniel said:
“I can’t believe you’re blackmailing him. You’re an awful person.”
“I’m not awful. I’m just giving him what he wants, and so does he. You’ll see, it will be for our mutual benefit.”
“But still: this isn’t right. It’s risky for your health.”
She blew a strand of her hair from her face.
“What isn’t? Tomorrow, this will gather some speed. I can’t wait!”

The next two weeks brought big changes for Raffaela. The coach, seeing the motivating potential of her presence, followed Kieran’s advice and let her continue training with the boys. Reluctantly, he agreed to let her use the enhancers they were using. At first, he was unsure about the dosage and started her on a very low level, but seeing how she wanted to be in, he adapted it to her needs. In the end, she received two injections everyday as well as transfusions every weekend to ease her regeneration. She was pumping iron like crazy, bulking up with her friends and joining in the fun.
Soon, her body filled out, not with lean muscle, but with huge, swollen slabs of power. Her back took a slight V-taper, her arms grew almost an inch in two weeks and her legs blew up, making wearing anything but sport trousers uncomfortable. She was quite confused by this situation. On one hand, watching her changing body in the mirror filled her with a sense of fulfilment, on the other hand, she found this development to worry her. After all, she was rapidly losing her slim shape, while at the same time growing in every direction. Kieran was surprised too. He clearly liked spending time with her, happy to see her enjoy her progress. At the same time, he wasn’t all that unhappy about his girlfriends change. After all, the coach had forbidden them intercourse before the competition, and since he was still unsure about his feelings, he kept his distance.
Oddly, Raffaela found herself to grow hornier and hornier, sometimes inadvertently playing with herself in her bed or groping at Kieran while they were relaxing. Of course, he had to push her back, something which annoyed her to no end.
At the end of the two weeks, the competition was at hand. Kieran and his friends packed their equipment and drove off to the championship. Raffaela and Kieran had agreed that she’d stay home, he’d come back the next day. He preferred not to be distracted and she wanted to have a little time for herself. Also, she had realised that she no longer fit most of her clothes. Faced with her ever-tightening wardrobe, she decided to go shopping for larger sizes, maybe find something to welcome her personal champion.
She squeezed into her tracksuit and ran to the city centre, using the occasion to work her cardio. She had just received her transfusion yesterday and was completely elated at her tirelessness. Running along, she felt the wind in her face, marvelling at the speed she kept up, still surprised at the swinging motion her increased mass had given her. She had checked on a special clothes shop on the internet, fully aware that normal stores would not carry her size while still looking nice.
After a nice half-hour of running she arrived at the shop. She took a second to catch her breath and take off her jacket, then entered. It was a normal clothes shop, however, it showcased oversized fashion for athletes.
The clerk, a well-toned woman in her thirties, clearly fitness material, greeted her:
“Good morning. May I help you?”
“Yes, please. I basically need a new wardrobe. This isn’t fitting anymore.”
She flexed her arm, bursting one of her t-shirts seams.
“Shit! I’m sorry. Well, you see the problem…”
“Of course. Just follow me, the ladies’ department is further in.”
They went in. On the way, the attendant said:
“Is there a special occasion? You’re the second client with this problem today.”
Raffaela was startled.
“Another client?”
“Yes, she’s still there. It’s surprising, isn’t it?”
“Indeed.”

They reached the women’s department. Raffaela looked around. There was only one other customer. A short, lean woman with strong muscles, checking out a black tank-top. Her hair was hidden by a red bandanna, her face was dark and quite nice. She took a second look and recognised her.
“Valerie.”
The addressee turned around abruptly, almost dropping the shirt.
“Raffaela.”
The attendant said:
“Well, since you know each other, I’ll leave you. I guess you prefer it this way…” and she disappeared.
The two rivals spent a few moments to assess each other. Then Raffaela said:
“You changed. Doesn’t look half bad on you.”
“You, on the other hand, have way too much bulk on you.”
Raffaela gave her a withering gaze.
“Let’s take a look, shall we?”
Valerie grinned arrogantly. At last. She had managed to pull it off. She had gotten the better of this bitch. However, her superiority faded as her rival approached. Only then did she realise that the bulk Raffaela was carrying was clearly muscle and that a minimal amount of conditioning would allow the blonde to outclass her. Besides, her powerful build had only accentuated her large breasts and perfect hourglass shape, while Valerie’s rapid reduction had given her boobs a certain sagginess. Of course, she still had her almost perfect abs she had carefully cultivated over the last weeks.
Anyway, they stood there for a while, trying to find their opponent’s weaknesses and flaws. Eventually, Raffaela said:
“I think we should do our shopping now. It’s good that you’re trying. Too bad for you I had a head-start on you. But don’t worry, you’ll catch up eventually.”
“Raffaela, you should definitely cut the cockiness. I don’t know about you, but I already have a worshipper. So I guess that it might be that you just lost your advantage.”
Raffaela stopped short. This was outrageous. However, she quickly realised that Valerie was right. She had concentrated on training, but hadn’t focussed on the actual point of the project. Suddenly, she remembered: The project! She had to ask:
“Say, Valerie, did you send a progress report to the professor?”
“Didn’t you? The last one I sent was two weeks ago.”
“Oh my god! We’re going to get kicked out! All this will be for nothing! Why didn’t you tell me…”
“I had no idea. What should we do? How could this happen?”
Valerie took a deep breath, than said:
“No problem. I’ll write one quickly. I’ll tell him that we were so submerged in our work that we forget about it. I guess he’ll understand. After all, we are making a huge progress!”
“You’re right. Okay. Please do this. We should really keep each other informed.”
Valerie replied:
“I’ll be honest: I really despise you. You’re snobbish, stuck-up and rude. But I don’t want this to fail, so I’m willing to put up with it. I say we should stay closer together and take care of our project together.”
“Okay. How do you want to do that?” She added with a haughty sneer: “Should we move in together?”
“Exactly.”
“You can’t be serious!”
“Why not. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my flat is rather large. There’s plenty of room. You can have two of the rooms, if you agree…”
Raffaela reminded herself of the flat, then said:
“You are aware that it’s full of books and trash, aren’t you?”
“Thank you for reminding me. As a matter of fact, I found myself to be full of energy lately, so I bunched my ass together”, she did, “and got it sorted. Turns out shelves save a lot of space. So, are you in?”
“Alright. Somebody’s got to watch over the whole project, otherwise it’ll just clutter up and die.”
Valerie smiled gently and said:
“I really hate you.”
“I hate you too. Now let’s get back to clothes.”