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.”
“Drink this!” She handed Valerie a non-descript drink. The hangover started to fade. ”How was it?”
“The drink? Awful.”
“No, the date, silly.”
“It was nice. He’s a classy guy. Completely crazy, but nice none the less.”
“Where did he take you?”
Valerie quickly told her about the evening, not forgetting to thank her for the support. She was beginning to understand the amount of trouble Raffaela had to go through to maintain her role. When she told her about the superhero fetish, her partner smiled faintly.
“We definitely got ourselves in a crazy world. Strangely enough, I’m starting to enjoy it. Even though most people are jerks about it, at least they’re honest for once. Seeing Renée and Brittany being open about their feelings for once and showing what kind of bitches they are really helped.”
“Who are they?”
“Acquaintances.”
“Me, I like the loving devotion of all these guys. It’s really funny to see them before me. Most of them didn’t even notice me before hand, and now I’m like some kind of goddess to them.”
“Really?”
“Really. You should try it once in a while. Besides, I have a question for you: Could you help me learn all those beauty things? I had no idea what was important, and I think there is a lot to learn.”
“Sure.” Raffaela thought to herself: “Finally, she’s decided to become a human being.”
“Also, I’ve been thinking: Should I get bigger breasts? Mine have almost completely disappeared. When I still had them, I hated them, now it seems like everybody is missing them.”
Raffaela answered reluctantly:
“Honestly, I have no idea. I guess that if you stay so slim, implants would just look silly. Like balls in a sock. On the other hand, they would make you more feminine. I guess you’ll have decide on your own.”

The next day, they both returned to their training schedules. Raffaela trained alone with the coach. The boys had taken a time out, only training lightly between contests. The coach was happy with her progress, but still sceptical of her goal. After all, his opinion on female sports was more favourable on acrobatics than weight-lifting. Anyway, he was still eager to provide her with all she needed, having adopted her as a kind of motivated but ultimately misguided daughter he never had.
Valerie, on the other hand, continued her training with Daniel. Ron had left the gym after their date, clearly unable to bear her presence. She also pursued her weekly visits at Dr. Wang’s.
As she went over to get her ‘medication’, she came in to find the doctor out. However, his wife had opened for her. Mrs. Wang was awaiting her, wearing a silk pyjama.
“Hello, Valerie. How do you do?”
Surprised, she replied:
“Hello, Mrs. Wang. I’m fine. Is your husband here?”
“Actually, no. He’s at a congress. However, he asked me to give you these.” She handed her a nondescript brown paper bag. “The instructions are inside.”
“Thank you.” Valerie took the bag and turned to go.
“Wait a second. There’s something I’ve got to show you.”
“What?”
“Come along.”
The short woman took Valerie firmly by her hand and pulled her to the kitchen. It was a beautifully arranged room, with tasteful design and a large breakfast table. Valerie asked:
“What is it?”
“This.”
She pulled the pyjama top open, displaying a marvellously muscled upper body. Her abdominals were perfectly detailed, as if etched into her skin. There was a precise separation between her pectorals, topped with a pair of small but full breasts, who melded gently from their iron-hard foundation. As she dropped her top, she also revealed a pair of well-rounded shoulders, converging into a swollen, almost bloated trapezius that supported a strong neck. Her arms had become covered in hard, real muscle, giving her a strong frame.
Now topless, the short Asian woman smiled and said:
“Your perspicacity made me realise what pleases him and I discovered what pleases me. I really owe you.”
Valerie was still very confused at the sight of this very short but extremely muscular Amazon.
“You do? Okay, be my guest. I’m glad I could help.”
“Please, let me see your body. I want to touch it, to feel someone who feels like me.”
“Actually, I don’t…”
Before she could react, Mrs. Wang had already grabbed the zipper of her training jacket and pulled it down. Valerie tried to resist, but the short muscle-woman had pushed her against the table, grabbed her wife-beater and torn it off with an abrupt motion. Instantly, Valerie’s own muscular chest was exposed. She blushed horribly, embarrassed by the shorter woman’s aggressive demeanour. Mrs. Wang proceeded to trace her victim’s abs with her finger, occasionally licking it before turning to her pecs. As she squeezed them, she said:
“They’re so firm. That’s excellent. Come on, touch mine. Just feel what they’re made of.”
Valerie complied reluctantly. She placed her fingertips on the shorter woman’s chest, feeling its resistance.
“Go on, squeeze them! I want to feel you!”
The younger woman grabbed her pectorals, testing their elasticity. The older woman’s breast felt odd. She circled her breast, lifting it gently. Then she asked:
“What’s that?”
Mrs. Wang smiled blissfully as she sank her fingers into Valerie’s arms.
“They’re implants, of course.” She flexed her abdominals. They contorted into a maze of veins, muscle and clefts. “You can’t get this without losing the fat. You should know, you’re almost there yourself. My, my, what perfect arms. Flex them for me!”
Valerie complied. Mrs. Wang was very excited at the sight. Suddenly, she pushed and lifted Valerie on the table, laying her down as she climbed on top of her. The minute woman sat on top of her victim, who was still overwhelmed by her hosts aggressive directness. Mrs. Wang said:
“I want to fuck you! Take off your trousers!”
“But…”
“Go ahead!”
Valerie struggled out of her trousers, which was further complicated by the woman sitting on her. As she wriggled free, she felt that the Asian woman’s fingers followed her clothes’ disappearance. Soon she was naked on the kitchen table.
“Mrs. Wang, please!”
“Don’t call me that. The name’s Beatrice!”
“Beatrice, don’t…” Her voice trailed off as her assailant spread her legs, and started licking her clitoris, all the while massaging Valerie’s massive thighs.
Instantly, a wave of bliss swept over her. She moaned gladly, enjoying the unexpected attention. In between licks, Beatrice moaned:
“You’re still a virgin. Wow.”
Valerie could hardly bear the growing elation. She put her legs around the other woman’s head, grinding her face with her pelvis. When she came, Beatrice struggled to separate her legs and prevent being crushed. At last, the pressure subsided. Exhausted, they lay on the table, cuddled together in exhaustion. Valerie barely managed a “Thank you”.
Suddenly, there was the sound of a key turning in the lock. Beatrice jumped up:
“Shit! It’s Stuart!”
“Who’s Stuart?”
“My husband. I can’t let him see me this way… Give me my jacket. Quick!”
“I can’t find it. Where did you put it?”
“I don’t know. Pull something on!”
“I can’t: You tore up my stuff. I…”
At this moment, Dr. Wang came in. He looked at the two dishevelled women incredulously. His gaze moved from one to the other, finally resting on his wife’s exposed chest. Astonished, he said:
“Did I disturb you…” His voice trailed off. “Oh my god! Beatrice, what happened? You look… Amazing. How? When? Why? When did you…?”
She quickly regained her composure, walked over to him and said:
“I couldn’t ignore your stares. I had to become this for you…”
She embraced him and kissed him deeply. He immediately complied, embracing her in turn. Valerie, embarrassed and confused, picked up her jacket and left the kitchen.

When she got home, she told Raffaela about her experience. Her flatmate was seriously impressed:
“Oh my god, how do you do this? Every time we talk, you managed to have another crazy muscle-worship situation. I hate to say it, but you’re definitely better at this than me.”
“I don’t try this at all. It just happens!”
“It’s okay, don’t feel intimidated. What you’re doing is excellent! However, I should slowly start to do my job too, shouldn’t I?”
“I guess… I just don’t know how to force it.”
Raffaela thought for a while, then said:
“Maybe we should have another session with Diana…”
“Diana? I’m not too keen on spending time with her. Remember what happened last time?”
“Exactly. I’ll book her right away!”
Valerie interrupted her:
“Wait a second. I’ve been thinking. Could we postpone this for a little while? I think I’ve finally reached a decision.”
“About what?”
“I want my breasts enlarged. I’ll ask Beatrice where she got hers.”
“Okay. But why the hurry?”
“No hurry. But I want her to see that we’re serious about the whole thing.”
“Valerie, I think you may be overdoing this…”

Five weeks later, the woman who called herself Diana when at work arrived at her usual hotel. She walked up to the receptionist, an overweight man with a pale tuft of hair, told him about the room she was going to and went up. As she rode on the elevator, she thought about the call. This Marke woman had called her again. She had requested another session. This clearly was a thinly veiled attempt to get her to cooperate on this stupid project of hers. She probably wanted her to tell them about her experience with her clients. Surely, this would be another pointless evening. Still, she’d just make them pay enough to make it worth her while.
She left the elevator and knocked on the door.

After a few seconds, it swung inside, revealing Ms. Marke in her robe. She clearly had put on some weight. Frustration probably. The other one was sitting with her back to the door, the robe’s cowl done up. Diana said:
“Good evening, Ms. Marke. Glad to see you again. I’ll just get ready, then I’ll be at your service.”
“Excellent.”