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 dark one, whom she remembered as a rather pudgy, unkempt woman without shape or style, was now a perfect bodybuilder. She had massive, striated muscles, her veins showing. Her abdominals, once covered in flab, were now steel chocolate blocks of perfect muscle. Her shoulders and arms were covered in tight but large muscles, her biceps baseball-sized. Her neck was broad and strong, announcing perfect posture. Her legs were so huge and carved that she could barely cross them, displaying her perfect definition. She had bleached her hair pearly white, her crop curled saucily. Also, she wore a shiny black triangle bikini, showing off her large and perfectly rounded breasts. The woman was reclining, taking in the effect her enhanced appearance was having on Diana.
However, she could barely concentrate on this first heavenly creature. Beside her lay a massive woman with long blonde hair, her muscles were huge and swollen. She must have weighed over 210 pounds of powerful muscle. Although she was nowhere as defined as her partner, this woman was clearly beyond power lifter material. Her arms were large enough to be another woman’s waist, her shoulders broad enough for two. She had the most extreme v-taper Diana had ever seen. Her muscular stomach was topped by a pair of huge, soft breasts, each one almost as big as her head. She wore a red satin top, stretched tautly by her huge chest. Below this, she wore matching shiny hot pants.
“Oh - my - god!” Diana’s jaw slacked. “What happened to you?”

Raffaela smiled haughtily and said:
“Nothing special. We just took your advice, worked on it, and here we are.”
Valerie added:
“Now get on the bed. We need to talk.”
Their guest was clearly dumb-founded, but complied. She said:
“Wow. You’re both huge. How did you do it so quickly? Who’s your trainer?”
“We had professional support. Now, we need your help.”
“Can I touch them?”
“What?”
“I don’t know… Everything, I guess.”
“Sure, go ahead. We’re in no hurry, after all.”
Diana immediately started to caress Raffaela’s body. She squeezed her muscles and boobs, rubbing her own muscular body over her host’s. Soon, Valerie joined the show, massaging Diana’s back and legs, gently kissing her neck at the same time. Seconds later, the three were fully engaged in a massive muscle orgy. The two women did what they could to pleasure their guest, completely overwhelming Diana. She herself had never thought of herself as lesbian or even bi-curious. Still, the joys offered by her clients got the better of her. She was licked, fingered and bitten into an oblivion of lust. When she finally came, she felt more exhausted than ever.
As they lay there, Diana fumbled for a cigarette. She relaxed between her two titanic hosts, casually caressed by them. She turned to Valerie, who calmly lay there, twirling Diana’s nipple dreamily until it was fully erect.
“You changed a lot. The new style suits you a lot. I like the hair.” She touched it, putting her flat hand on it and feeling its springiness. “The boobs are great also. Who did them?”
“Doctor Steynman. A friend recommended him. They look natural, don’t they?”
“They would if you did. But you’re right, they’re totally nice. Of course, nothing like the real thing.”
She turned to Raffaela.
“You girls really got all the bases covered. Dry and massive, off-season and huge. That’s all the boys need.”
Raffaela said:
“About the ‘boys’. We have a question for you: As you may remember, we need information on muscle worshippers.”
“Well, you’ve found one.” Diana replied, gently putting her hand on Raffaela’s massive quad.
“Indeed. So, since we now look the part, we’d be happy if you could check us some clients to study.”
Diana stared at her sceptically. She asked:
“Do you want me to help you to compete with me? You are aware that you’re probably better at this than me.”
Valerie replied:
“Well, maybe. But we’d pay you. You can have any money we make.”
“Wait a moment. You want me to be your pimp? This is crazy. It’s also illegal, as far as I know.”
“It’s not the same. Well, no, it is. But we’d do it for science. It’ll be a kind of bonus for you. Plus, we’ll be gone in a few months.”
“What happens then?”
“We’ll be done with our research and we’ll go back to normal.”
“Are you sure?”
There was silence. Finally, Raffaela spoke:
“So, are you in?”
“I’m in. I’ll help you. We’ll talk about money later on.”
They shook hands. Then, Diana got back up, showered and packed up her things. She agreed on calling them tomorrow to start promoting them in the community.
Raffaela and Valerie walked her to the door, opened it and came face to face with Kieran. Kieran and a young and buxom woman.

Four hours earlier:
Kieran was out with the boys. He was really glad about this. They all had a beer or three, but they weren’t drunk yet. Still, he had been desperate. He tried to explain to Tom, a guy he’d known since high school:
“You know, I like my girls to have a nice set, both tits and ass. I also like them to be toned. Nothing like a girl who can keep up.”
“True that. I like a girl with strength. Makes them more comfortable.”
“My words exactly. But you know, Raffaela’s been overdoing it. I mean, she’s just spent the last months bulking all the time. Even I don’t do that. It’s not, what’s the word, natural, you know.”
“Sure. It’s always the same thing. You get a bright girl with spirit, you can be sure she’s obsessive. Well-known fact.”
“Trouble is, I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen. I don’t want to loose her, because she’s cool and funny and sexy and everything, but I can’t really get to her.”
“That’s bad.”
“I really shouldn’t complain: since she’s been training, she’s really all into sex, and with the amount of cardio she’s been doing, she can keep it up for hours. Really!”
“That’s great!”
“Well, yes and no. I mean, by now, she almost has bigger muscles than me, and she’s not showing any signs of stopping.”
“Really? I wouldn’t want that. Toned is okay, but your size… That’s hardly female, isn’t it?”
“No, no. She’s got the boobs and everything and her face is still drop dead gorgeous. That’s not the problem. It’s just that she’s changing and she’s obsessed with it. We don’t have a lot of time together. She’s always training and fucking and that’s it.”
“Doesn’t sound too harsh…”
“Well, we hardly talk anymore. There’s nowhere we can go together: We don’t go out in the evening, because she doesn’t want to meet her friends. We don’t go to anything with culture or something, since she’s always working on her studies. We just fuck all the time.” He paused. “I can’t believe I just said that.”
“Sounds bad.”
“Actually, yes. She’s really strong now. I still fuck her like we did before, but nowadays, she’s become very controlling. I like it when I’m in charge, you know, I’m a big guy, I should be. So now, she’s always on top, she’s in control, we do it her way. I’m not some kind of gimp, you know.”
“Sure ain’t.”
“Ah, shit. I’ll get another beer. Be right back.”
“Bring one for me.”
“Sure.”

Kieran got up and walked to the bar. He leaned on the counter, asked the waiter for the beers, got them and turned around to go back when he heard:
“Say, aren’t you Kieran?”
He looked to his right, then down. The woman who had addressed him was a rather short, skinny woman with shiny black hair and pouty lips. She also had the biggest pair of breasts he had ever seen on a woman. They were even larger than Raffaela’s, surpassing those of porn stars by far. She wore a black corsage on top of a white blouse. She also had a short dark grey skirt on, showing off her tight bum.
“I am. Do I know you?”
“Maybe. My name’s Brittany. I went to school with Raffaela.”
“Ah, yes, I see. You looked different, didn’t you?”
“Quite a bit. Do you like it?”
“The hair?”
She laughed:
“You’re so silly. Yes, yes, the hair.” She curled a bang on her finger. “Say, where is Raffaela? I haven’t seen her in ages. I sort of lost my connection to her…”
Kieran replied:
“Me too.”
“You’re no longer together?”
He stayed silent.
“Sorry. Well, why don’t you give me one of your beers and tell me about it…”

Three hours later, they were at a hotel in the area, drunk, happy and very talkative. They took a room, got up and fooled around on the bed. No sex, but hugging and relaxing while drinking proved to be just what Kieran needed. In the end, they both dressed down to their underwear. Kieran stared at her perfectly round, soccer ball-sized breasts in disbelief. Still, he poured his heart out to her. She tried her best to comfort him, listening to him intently.
After a while, he calmed down. She said:
“Maybe you should talk to her. She’ll listen and dismiss your concerns, but I know her. She’ll accept it. You just need to be straight about this. It’ll work out.”
“Thank you. I don’t know, but I’ll try. I’m really glad we could talk. Just a question, though.”
“Go ahead.”
“When you suggested to go to this hotel, did you want to have sex with me?”
“Of course. But it’s okay.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
He opened the door. There was Raffaela. Raffaela and this Valerie woman. And another muscle woman. What the hell was going on?