When the door opened again, Ron’s dick stood to absolute attention. If the situation had been even a little less stressful, he would have instantly creamed his trousers. However, Susan was also way too stunned to take offence from it. Ron’s package had indeed contained a fitting outfit: It was a matching superhero costume, but constructed for a person of Ron’s figure. For the even more massive Raffaela, the yellow and black skin-tight outfit was a very tight fit. To keep her huge upper body covered (a problem both caused by her broad back and her massive tits), she was forced to keep the zipper open to her navel. Using some double-sided adhesive tape, Valerie had managed to stabilise her friend’s disguise. They stepped into the room, Raffaela still quite wobbly on her feet. Raffaela was wearing a half-mask to complete the disguise. Staring groggily at her hosts, she said:
“Thank you. You’re real life-savers. I’m really sorry for the disturbance.”
Ron, his voice returning, said:
“It’s okay. I’m glad it fits you so well…”
The last thing that was missing for total super-heroic overkill was a pair of shoes. After a few minutes of fussing about, they finally left. Valerie was advancing uneasily on a pair of high-heeled black leather boots Susan had worn when she was in her teens, while Raffaela was swaying gently in a pair of sneakers.
After they left, Susan and Ron both took a deep breath. Finally, he said:
“Wow. Thank god they’re gone. I need a drink. Then, we talk.”
“Make me one too.”

In the elevator, Valerie steadied her partner. A few floors down, the door opened, letting in a pair of college girls in bunny suits. They were very drunk, very happy and very willing to talk:
“Wow! Bodybuilders!”
“Yay, guys, you look awesome!”
“Great costumes!”
“Why the cross-dressing? You don’t look like girls with all those muscles, you know?”
“Let me feel those muscles! Come on flex it!”
Raffaela slowly flexed her biceps, it’s football-sized lump swelling with power. The girl grabbed it, squeezing and fondling it. She then draped her arms over her shoulders, feeling the landscape that was her back.
“Oh boy, you’re awesome! Come on, hug me!”
The muscular woman, held upright by her partner encircled the girl’s waist with her big arms and hugged her gently. The young woman squealed in delight, kissing her groggy new friend ecstatically.
“Wow, you taste great! I really need you to fuck me! Why don’t you loose the bitch tits and give it to me right now!”
Raffaela, her eyes unfocused behind the mask, replied with a grunt.
“What? Why not? Are you gay? Shit!” She turned to her friends. “You know, girls, what they say about men! Listen up, tall handsome stranger. Here’s my number, you give me a call!”
She pulled a marker from her cleavage and wrote her phone number on Raffaela’s chest.
“There. Call me whenever you like!”
As they all left the cabin, several of the girls seized the opportunity and pinched the women’s asses, making surprised and happy noises. Now well beyond the realm of annoyment, Raffaela and Valerie laughed as they exited the building. Catching a cab, they squeezed in, prompting the driver to take a triple take on them.
“Oh my god! What the hell are you girls up to?”
Valerie gave the still drowsy Raffaela a tired look:
“At least he recognises our gender.”
“Of course I do. I’ve seen a few bodybuilding shows when I was younger. I wouldn’t say the girls were my type, though. Way too thin. You on the other hand…”
“Honestly, would you mind just driving us to this address. We’re really in a hurry. My friend here’s sick!”
“Too many steroids?”
Despairing, Valerie shouted:
“No! We don’t know what’s up, so go ahead. Please!”
“Okay, no stress.”
Finally, he drove off. Valerie shifted her weight. The back of the car was clearly too small for two broad-shouldered women like themselves. Slowly falling unconscious again, Raffaela tipped over, laying her soccer-ball-sized right tit in Valerie’s lap. The adhesive tape got loose, releasing the warm flesh on her neighbour. When the car finally reached it’s destination, the driver jumped out, disappearing into a back alley. Surprised, Valerie left him some money on his seat and proceeded to extricate her knocked out companion. Locking her arms around Raffaela’s back, she pulled at her, squeezing her breasts against her friend’s enormous traps. She finally came loose, sprawling on the side-walk. Exhausted, Valerie took a second to get her breath back. Then, she sat her up, grabbed her and lifted her on her shoulders. Straining under Raffaela’s unconscious mass, she staggered to the doctor’s door. She rang, stumbled inside and brought her up.

As she reached the right floor, Stuart and Beatrice were already awaiting them anxiously. They were both hastily dressed, wearing casual clothes. Beatrice moved over and helped Valerie carry her partner inside. They put her on the examination table. The doctor checked her breathing and her pulse. It was faint, but still there.
“Tell me what happened. I have no idea what to look for right now.”
Valerie quickly recounted the evening’s events. When she reached the prime minister’s death, Beatrice gave her a surprised stare. She clearly hadn’t heard about it yet. Cursing under her breath, she stepped outside.
When Valerie was finished, the doctor said:
“I’m still not sure, but from what you’ve told me, there’s a question I’d like to ask: Did you or Valerie eat or drink anything there?”
“Actually, I didn’t. Raffaela had some of the champagne, but I didn’t, since we started right away. Why?”
“Because your explanation of the minister’s death sounds like a poisoning. So what I’m going to do is to give her some activated carbon. This should stop it.”
“Okay. I hope it helps.”
“Me too. I can’t think of anything else right now.”
He went on to administer the drug. Then, he said:
“I’ll see what I can do. If she doesn’t show any signs of getting better in an hour, we’ll have to bring her to a hospital. Though I must say, even then it might be too late. You are aware that I have no equipment for a correct diagnosis. I’m just taking a shot in the dark.”
“Do we have a choice?”
“I’m not sure: Since quite a bit of the chemical ‘helpers’ inside the both of you come from my contacts, I wouldn’t want the official doctors to take too close a look at her. I don’t want to be the fall guy. On the other hand, I think she should be able to survive it. After all, she’s quite a handful and the dose must have been quite small if it was only a sip. ”
“Let’s hope for the best.”
Leaving Raffaela to sleep, they got out, keeping the door open and occasionally checking her status. Meanwhile, Beatrice was being informed officially of the prime minister’s death. When she was done, she walked over to Valerie and asked:
“Do you want some coffee?”
She nodded. Minutes later, the older woman returned, bearing two cups.
“Okay. The prime minister is now officially dead. Had an accident in the bath. Fell over and broke his neck. This means you’re not suspects anymore. You say that he hasn’t died of your treatment. This means he must have been murdered. On the other hand, the security service should have found that out. They had a doctor there, after all.”
She was silent for a while. Valerie asked:
“Wouldn’t that mean that he’s been killed by them? After all, why should they blame us?”
“Good question. If you ask me, there’s more behind that. We, that is the prime minister and I, have been making great progress with the ‘freedom fighters’ in the northwest. It could be that the security service were unhappy about this. So they would set you up to put the blame on you should anybody doubt the official ‘accident’. This gives them a double bottom.”
“So we’re no longer in danger?”
“I’m not sure. If somebody questions the accident, the whole thing may come out. Also, since you know the truth, they may well try to get rid of you.”
“Shit.”
“Indeed. Besides, you’re not exactly able to blend into the crowd.” She took a sip of coffee. “However, right now you can go to sleep. I think you’re safe here. We’ll think about something tomorrow.”

The next morning, Valerie woke up on the sofa. She was still wearing the superhero costume, which had become a sticky, sweaty mess. Clambering up, she looked around. A look to the examination room showed her that Raffaela had disappeared. This was a good sign.
She got up, walked over to the bathroom and opened the door. Inside, there was a king-sized jacuzzi-style bathtub. In it, Raffaela was floating. She looked up, smiling:
“Hi, Valerie, good morning. How do you feel?”
“Good, I guess. How about you? Are you well again?”
“I think so. The doctor told me about the poisoning. I guess I got the better of it. Thank you for helping me! I really owe you one.”
She moved to the rim of the pool and lay her huge breasts on it. They flopped softly on the other side, instantly covering with goose-bumps.
“Do you have any idea why I have a phone number written on my chest?”
“Well, you found a fan yesterday. A young woman wants you to call her back. However, I wouldn’t do it since she believes you to be a man.”
“Just as well. Thank you for clearing that up.” She slid back into the pool. “Wow. This is great. We should get one of these at our place. Why don’t you come in, it’s great.”
“Right away. I’ll just get out of the suit.” Fumbling with the zipper, she freed herself of the tight rubbery cover and dropped it on the ground. She was covered in sweat, her body covered in the lines and folds of the suit. Combined with the striations of her dry muscles, she was criss-crossed with strange lines. Finally free, she stretched, then climbed in. A little water splashed out. She hummed with delight.
“This is great.”
They relaxed quietly for a few minutes, occasionally shifting their weight in the pool. Then, Raffaela said:
“I know it sounds obvious, but we have really changed over the last months. Not only physically, you know. You’ve become a wholly different person. It’s really odd when I try to remember how you were beforehand.”
“You’re right. I don’t think I’d like myself if I had met me then… On the other hand, I like the new me better. The only thing I’m still not quite sure is whether I’m into boys or girls.”
“Are you certain? As far as you told me, the only sex you ever had was with women. I guess that makes you a lesbian.”
“Apparently. Do you mind?”
“I’d tell you if I did. I still prefer the boys, but I think you’re better than most boys anyway.”
Valerie moved over, causing small splashes on the floor tiles. She climbed on top of Raffaela, sitting on her hips and putting her legs behind her ass, lifting the larger woman a little. She started playing with her own tits, reclining and twisting her nipples until they were hard. She said:
“Come on, give it to me!”
Raffaela grabbed her friend’s hips, forcing her fingers against Valerie’s muscular butt. Shifting her hips, she started rubbing her clit against the dark-skinned woman’s. Valerie started kneading her partner’s boobs, then kissed her. Their tongues caressed each other as they grew more and more aroused. Valerie looked into her eyes and said dreamily:
“I love you.”
“Me too.”
They both started tensing as they approached orgasm. Raffaela’s back flared like a cobra hood when she came, while Valerie threw her head back, shrieking with delight.

They calmed back down after a while. Valerie lay on top of her hugely muscled friend, exhausted from their love-making. She cuddled against her humongous tits, enjoying the closeness. Raffaela had embraced her in turn. She reflected upon their situation: In a way, she was Valerie’s mentor. She had led her from her isolation, showing her a world of sensuality she had clearly ignored beforehand. She was unsure what to do with this situation: After all. She didn’t want to hurt her friend, but was quite sure that her tastes ran otherwise. Besides, while Valerie had fully embraced the changes, she herself was doubting her choice. She vaguely remembered a woman who might have been in the same seminar. She had left the group and returned to normal. Would she do the same? Should she do the same?
This, coupled with the whole political intrigue around her, was making her restless. What should she do?