Temples and Trolls

As we approached the ruins, I pulled out an arrow and nocked it on my bowstring. I crouched, trying to blend in the background. The others were staying behind, expecting me to scout the area before them. We had been looking for the savage raiding party for days now. At last, we had found their lair. I ducked behind a fallen wall.

There they were: a dozen or so of ugly, bloated men, dressed in crude furs and covered in greasy warpaint. I took a good look. Their captive was nowhere to be seen. I advanced further along the shadows. The small rocks on the ground pushed through the soft leather soles of my boots. At last, I discovered an overhang of the low hill closeby. There, in a ramshackle cage, lay the young man. He was short, thin, pale and looking very tired.
Still, he was the one of whom the prophecy spoke. Delivering him would be the first step to free us from the oppression of the troll king. Having found him, I slid back as quickly as I could.

When I was out of sight, I returned to my companions. They had set up camp a bit further in the woods. When I approached, a loud voice rang out:
"Who goes there?"
I replied much quieter:
- It is I, Feranor. Thou shouldst keep thy voice down, friend Balric. The barbarians might discover us.
- If they do, I shall crush them with my mighty hammer! he replied boastfully.
- Still, does not thou remember the ruse we saw to employ? Be quiet at once!

Balric smiled. I came closer, setting my eyes on my companions:
There was, of course, Balric Manyslayer. A towering brute of a man, six feet four and packed with muscles. He was dressed in rough but clean pelts, his long, brown hair threaded into a braid. His rugged face and broad chin showed all the true nobility of a norseman warrior.
Behind him, the plump and tired-looking priestess Kyraia was waiting behind him. She wore grey and white robes, bound by a broad belt of embroidered linen. Beside her was her staff of office, a rod of wood decorated with a single large opal. She nodded to me. Her short blonde hair was messed up. Clearly, she had tried to sleep, but the rough forest floor had proven an awkward bedding.
The last of our humble band of heroes was Maranea the Enchantress. She was wearing rather tight black robes, low-cut and held together by a black corset. Clearly, her ways of magic were dark and seductive, but she too seemed unaccustomed to the wilderness. She brushed her long black hair aside and gave me the sweetest smile, full of longing. Being an elf, I ignored the short-lived promises of humankind.

"Friends, I have found their encampment. We shall be able to free the boy whose coming has been foretold in legend!"
- At last! My blades thirst for their blood!
- Excellent, let's get going.
- Ow. My back hurts.

Leading my companions through the forest, we made our battle-plan. I was to distract our foes, and then proceed to rain death upon them thus adding to the confusion. As soon as their attention would be on me, Balric was to charge the savages and make short work of them. Finally, should he find the opposition too challenging, Maranea was to cast a deadly spell on them. If anything should go wrong, Kyraia would heal us with her godly powers. If all else should fail, I would join battle with my masterful longsword, Fang of Doom.

Moments later, the barbarians were searching for me. I picked off one of them, then hid in a closeby treetop. As they approached, their futile attempts were interrupted by Balric's war-shout:
"By the twin wolves of the northern sun, I shall tear you apart and feed your sorry remains to the midnight snake of hell!"
The warrior tore through his foes like a freshly forged blade through snow. Behind him, the enchantress felled one of them by sheer force of will alone.
Then, suddenly, disaster struck. One of the barbarian warriors had managed to flank the mighty Balric and attacked him with his stone blade. The warrior howled, more in anger than in pain, and struck down his aggressor.
I jumped from the tree, freed Fang of Doom from it's hilt, and charged. As I joined the fray, darting this way and that to escape my enemies' blows, I looked for Kyraia. She was nowhere to be found. Balric's wound seemed to be quite grave. He stumbled and might have fallen, were it not for his tremendous strength and willpower. Gritting his teeth, he quickly dispatched his remaining challengers.

As he calmed down, one of the fighters, who apparently had feigned his death, jumped up and struck out at him. The blow clearly was deadly. Balric stumbled, trying to stay on his feet, but to no avail. He fell, colour fading from his face. Maranea spoke a word of power, tearing the assailants soul from his mortal frame.
We rushed to our friend's fallen form. I shouted for Kyraia's help. No answer. I jumped back up, ran around looking for her, calling her. Only she could save our companion!

When I found her, she was sitting on a rock close by. She had clearly taken no interest in our battle! I asked her:
"Why heededst thou not my call? Sir Balric is dying. Thou must save him. Call the help of the mighty gods!"
- Stan, I'm fed up. This is so boring. All I ever do is heal someone.

She got up as I stood perplexed. Clearly something was amiss here!

From the battlefield came a shout:
"Hey, can't someone heal me? I'm about to die, you know!"
A voice called out:
- You have thirty more seconds to heal Balric.

Kyraia got up. She went over to the clearly non-dying Balric, put her hands on his head and said:
- So you're healed.
She turned to me.
- Stan, I want to go home.
- But Laura, we're not done yet!
- Screw this. I'm bored. Please, let's go home.

The gamesmaster made the "time-out" sign. The dead barbarians got up. He said:
"Okay guys. I think we'll take a short break. What's up with you, Laura?"
- I want to go home. I don't want to play a priestess anymore.
- Couldn't you have thought of this beforehand?
- I'm fed up, that's all. I just want out.

Joe, the gamesmaster, gave me an imploring look. I turned to Laura and saw that it was pointless. There are some things you cannot change.
"Joe, I think we better leave." I gave him my best "I don't want to have to spend my time with an angry girlfriend"-look.
Even though he probably understood, he clearly was angry.
- Honestly, Stan, can't you...
I shook my head. Harry, also known as Balric, glared at me.
"You know what, Stan, I think it would be best if you were to bugger off. You just got my character killed."
Just as I was about to reply that it clearly wasn't my fault, I realised that Laura had already gone. She hadn't even said goodbye.
Rachel, the quasi-enchantress, gave me a sympathetic smile. I said goodbye and went back to our camp. As I walked, I removed the elf ears and unstrung my bow. I soon caught up with Laura. Just as we packed our stuff in the car, several orcs popped out of the bushes. They screamed savagely. I glared at them. The head orc, a well stacked green-painted girl whose name was Alexa, asked what was going on.
As I put our tent in the back of the car, I gave her a short rundown.
She shrugged and went back to savage other travellers.

Minutes later, we were driving home. The silence in our car was awful. When we got home, she went to her room and shut the door behind her. Since we live in a three-piece flat, that's not much of a problem. I went to wash myself. When I got back out, she was already waiting for me. She got in and used up the remaining hot water.

In the evening, I fixed something to eat. It was mostly a big dose of vegetable, since Laura was once again trying to reduce. I always tried to tell her that diets without exercise were pointless, but well, male advice is pointless.
After eating, we finally got to talk:
"Are you angry?"
- Me? Angry? Of course I'm angry. You screwed up the whole roleplaying session. Couldn't you have thought of that before?
- I had been thinking about this all the time. I just didn't say it right away. I just had enough today.

I tried to remain calm. The worst I could do, was to sound too reproachful. Let's stay calm!
- What was it that annoyed you? Was it Harry's machismo? You know that's the way he is.
- No. It's my character.

I gave her a long look. We've been roleplayers for years now. Even though we didn't meet via roleplaying, we still had enjoyed a lot of our time together at a table, pretending to be heroes. I gave her a quizzical look.
- Are you growing up?
- No, no. I still like it and everything, but I'm not sure about live-action roleplaying. I don't think it suits me.

She had it right on that one. We had moved into live-action roleplaying a couple of months ago. Some guys from our regular group had invited us. At first, I had been sceptical, but as soon as I realised how cool I looked as an elf, I enjoyed it a lot. Laura, on the other hand, appeared to like getting out of the city, but was more into the interaction stuff than the whole fighting shenanigans. At least, that's what I thought.

- I'm not sure, but the only character I fit is the healer-priestess. I can't help it, I just don't feel appropriate in the gear the others are wearing.

Of course, that was not my view. Laura was chubby, but only in the best way. She had big, heaving breasts, a nice tummy and a big and beautiful ass. She was just my type. It wasn't the only kind of woman I was into, but as far as girls go, this is my favourite shape. Besides, she's an electronics major and she's way brighter than me, so I have every reason to be happy.
However, she was horribly unhappy about her body shape. This was too bad, since I would have liked to see her dressed up in Alexa's outfit.

- Couldn't we just go back to pen and paper games?
- Yes, we could, but I really like the live-action people. Couldn't you just try to play something else instead? Like a warrior?
- Stan, I'd look stupid. Besides, I don't have the stamina for lugging around all that stuff. I'd really prefer just to let it be done.
- You wouldn't look stupid. I love your looks, and that should be enough!

I started caressing her, playing around with her breast. She pushed me away.
- Come on. Let's leave it at that.

She went to her room. It was clear that I wouldn't be getting any sex today. So much for my holidays. I sighed and went to sleep on the sofa. At night, I had the strangest of dreams. I dreamt of Laura, but she looked different: her body was very muscular and powerful. She was swinging a double-handed sword and chopping orcs in half.

I woke up confused.

Chapter 2

I woke up late the next day. Realising I was going to be late for work, I got up quickly, showered, brushed my teeth and knocked at Laura's door. No reply. I was in a hurry, but I still wanted to see her. I opened the door. She wasn't there. She hadn't even left me a note. Grumbling, I left.

At work, I shared my trouble with Tom. He's an ageing hippie in his late fifties. We share the same office, and, since we're both graphics designers, we like to talk about art and aesthetics. Happily, we do not share the same taste in women. Tom's all about the beautiful slim Indian girls of his youth. Still, he's married to a yoga and qi gong teacher, so I never heard him complain about his sex life. I tried to get Laura to talk to her, hoping that she might get a boost on her self-image, but she wasn't interested.

When I told him about Laura's troubles, he told me to stop worrying. That's what he always said. However, he started doodling a little picture of Laura as an amazon princess. It looked quite sexy. I smiled, putting in my briefcase.

When I got home in the evening, Laura was already asleep. I knocked at her door, got in and climbed into her bed. She mumbled unhappily and said something along the lines of "get away, I'm tired. I gotta get up early in the morning". This annoyed me to no end. I knew that her job normally started half an hour after mine, but when I asked about what she was up to, all she said was "special project" and rolled over.

I got back up and went to the kitchen. I fixed myself some food and returned to my room. I turned on my computer and went to my favourite message boards. After a little chatting, I felt better. Laura's weight problems had been troubling our relationship ever since it began eight years ago. Still, all attempts to help her feel better had proven to be futile.

I got through the week on my last legs. When Sunday finally arrived, I had done sixteen hours of overtime and hadn't seen Laura even once when she was awake. She left before I got up and was asleep when I came home. To be honest, I was pissed. She was screwing up our relationship and I had no idea why. The weekend came and went, but still she wasn't available. She just left in the morning and returned in the evening. I checked her bed. She had slept in it. For the moment, I decided that it would be best to give her one more week before asking her again. Maybe she had trouble at work.

On Thursday, as I was walking home, I met Harry. He came from the gym and was still pumped. When he saw me, he slapped me on the back. I asked him:
"What's up?"
- I'm fine. Did you talk to your missus? Will she be joining us again?
- I don't know. She's been on herself for the last two weeks. I hardly ever see her.
- Has she got any trouble?
- Can't say. She was angry after we got home, and that's the last I heard.
- You should try talking to her.
- I wish I could, stupid! It's just that I never meet her!
- Maybe you should try and see her at work. You could just pop over for lunch.
- I guess I could try that. If it doesn't get better on the weekend, I'll see if the boss will let me have a longer lunch break.
- You try that. And be sure to bring some flowers. And some chocolate, I'm sure it's just her thing.
He smiled derisively. I felt like punching him. It's odd how your girl's weight problem starts to weigh you down after a while.
- Anyway. Thanks for the advice. See you later!
- Bye, and give her a kiss from me.
He grinned stupidly as he walked away. That's great. I was getting relationship advice from a guy who's been single for two years now. I guess this is what happens if you spend your days at work and your nights at the gym.

The next week was even worse. I really got swamped with work. The boss wouldn't even hear of my request. At home, things got stranger and stranger. Since no one was buying stuff or washing it, our fridge got emptier as the laundry basket swelled. In the end, I had to wait three more weeks till I could even try to see her again.
It had been over a month since I'd last seen her or even talked to her. For reasons beyond my control, her phone was permanently turned off.
I got out of the office at half past eleven. I bought some flowers and some candy, even though I wasn't sure whether I was feeling up to it, and got into the subway. Minutes later, I was at the company where she worked. I smiled to the security guard. He recognised me and let me in. I went to her department and asked the secretary if I could see her.
She gave me an incredulous look.
"Miss Evans isn't here. She's been on leave for over a month now. Didn't she tell you?"
I hesitated.
- No, she didn't. Do you happen to know what she's been up to?
- I'm sorry? I thought you were living together. Shouldn't you know?
- I guess I should, but clearly I don't. Could I speak to her boss?
Holy shit, what was going on?

Seconds later, I was in her boss' office. As far as I could remember, her boss was a rather plump woman. I had met her at a company party, but my memory had been addled by a slight champagne overdose on that evening. As a result, I was quite surprised when I found that she was a rather broad-shouldered woman in her forties, with a remarkably taut waist. She was clad in a designer business suit. It was charcoal-grey and accentuated her strong curves. Under it, she wore a white top showing ample cleavage. With a barely perceived jerk, I wrenched my eyes from her and looked into her eyes. Her face was a little too angular for my taste, but her dark red hair, cut into a bob, softened it's hardness. She addressed me directly.
"You're Stan, aren't you?"
I was accustomed to being addressed by my first name, but still felt belittled.
- I am. I just found out that Laura's on leave. She didn't tell me. Did she tell you what she was up to?
- Of course.
I was genuinely surprised.
- Okay. Now, what is she up to? Where is she?
- She's trying to get a grip on her life.
That didn't sound good at all. People who try to get a grip on their life usually end up killing off their relationships.
- Can you tell me where she is right now? I only ever see her in the evening and then she's tired. I can't even talk to her.
A satisfied smile appeared on the woman's face. What kind of craziness was going on? I checked mentally if I was dreaming.
- Don't worry, Stan. She's in good hands. I have offered her my help and she finally accepted.
I stood dumbfounded. Was this some kind of cult?
- Where is she?
I was almost shouting now. Instead of an answer, the woman got up. She was a little shorter than me, but once she was standing, I realised that her shoulders were much broader than mine.
- Don't you remember, Stan? When we last met, I was much like Laura. I was unhappy with my body image. But I think I made the right decision.
She removed the jacket. Underneath, she wore this white top with short sleeves. Now that she was out of her jacket, nothing was left to imagination. Her arms were powerful and muscular. It looked like the anatomy charts we had used when I was training as an artist. I could distinguish every single muscle-group of her arms. I even was able to see her abdominal muscles through the shirt. Her broad back was contrasted by large, round breasts.

Oddly enough, I found myself to be aroused. My dick started pushing against my jeans. She grinned.
- I think Laura will be happy. Your reaction seems appropriate.
It took a few seconds for me to get my speech back.
- So... Can I see her?
- Of course you can. Go visit her right now. She's at Barkin Spa. Here's the card!
I never heard of this. On the other hand, I didn't care about spas, so whatever. I grabbed the card and headed out.
- Thank you. Good bye!
- Good bye, Stan! Good luck and have fun!

As I rushed through the building, I fiddled with my cell-phone and managed to get the afternoon off while also reducing my hard-on to manageable proportions.
I was on my way.

Chapter 3

As a matter of fact, the spa's address wasn't too far from home. You could get there on foot in half an hour or so. However, such concerns were irrelevant for me right now. I called the next cab I could see and told the driver to get me to the spa. Minutes later, I arrived at a rather plain street corner. The address turned out to go with an ancient, featureless and rather ill-kept building from the 19th century. Calling it derelict would be overstatement. It was old, yet robust.
I approached the door, checking the number on the card. There were three buttons on the intercom, labelled 1, 2 and 3 for my convenience. Since the card said 2, I rang. Nothing happened.
All the windows on the side of the building were bricked shut. This place was abandoned. Just as I was about to go home, the door slid open. A young man was watching me. He had a bright blue mohawk and pierced earlobes, a nose ring and a lip piercing. He was wearing a wife-beater with tribal tattoos showing underneath. He stared glazedly at me:
"Who the bloody hell are you? What do you want? Sod off!"

I was taken aback by the sudden insults, but quickly recovered.
- Hey, shitface, I'm looking for my girlfriend. Is this Barkin spa?
- I said sod off, asswipe.
I grabbed his nose ring and twisted it and gave the door a short kick. The guy gave a yelp and fell back. Since he tried to grab at my arm, I let the ring go. He dropped to his back. I forced my way in and jumped on him. It's not as if I'm a badass streetfighter, but I know a thing or two about fighting, so I pinned him under me and prepared to beat the shit out of him. This day was absolutely my worst.
- Simmer down, pal. Cool it...
The guy tried to calm me and I quickly managed to restrain myself. I got back up, helping him up, but still keeping my distance. A thin trickle of blood was running from his nose. A tear was forming in the corner of his eye.
- Shit man. That hurt like hell! What's your goddamn problem?
- Where is Laura? Is this Barkin spa?
I felt stupid, going all tough guy on that poor punk, but I just had to know.
- Who sent you?
- Answer me, or I'll just...
- Who sent you?
I was just about to go at him again, but managed to tell him about Laura's boss.
- I see.
- Is she here? Come on! Is she?
- Calm down. Please. Yes, she is.
- I want to see her!
- I'll see what I can do.

He backed away, leaving me standing in the entrance.
- Come in, people will notice.
What kind of crazy joint was that?
Looking around, I realised that this looked even worse on the inside. It looked as if a gang of punks had used this on flat share for decades. Clearly, this was exactly what had happened. I stood there, in the middle of torn wallpapers and dusty remains of furniture. This place was a dump.
He gave me a stern look.
- You just wait here. I'll be back in a minute.
I got back out, picked up the flowers and chocolate and tried to return them to a state of decency.

I waited for a few seconds. The punk guy had disappeared into a wardrobe. This was all a bad dream. I walked over to the dusty piece of furniture. Just as I wanted to open it, he returned. He gave me a weary look, dabbing at his bloodied nose with a tissue.
- Come in.

I climbed through the wardrobe. I felt as if I was going crazy. The wardrobe turned out to lead to a passage which led into a beautiful, elegant and clean lobby. I stood there dumbfounded. He motioned for me to follow him. He led me to the receptionist. She was an elegant woman in her late thirties, her hazel hair done up in a bun. Her badge said "Mira". She gave me a friendly look, then said:
"Mr. Longman? Glad you could make it."

I must have looked really stupid.
- How do you know me? What is this place?
- Ms. Samahji announced you. Your girlfriend's boss.
- She's here? Can I see her?
- Of course. And to answer your second question, this is Barkin spa. We favour the secrecy it offers. We trust in your discretion.
She turned to the punk.
- Could you show Mr. Longman around, Ben?
He nodded.
- Follow me.

I was still completely beside myself. He led me through the lobby, across a brightly lit courtyard full of tropical plants. Several deck-chairs were awaiting relaxers. The whole place was designed to look slightly oriental, with rounded arches and mosaics. I decided that this was way too strange for me to hallucinate, so I went along.
After climbing some stairs, he opened a wooden door marked massage parlour. We got in.

At last, I was there. Laura was lying there, getting her back massaged by a stocky woman in a green frock. She seemed tired. When I came in, she looked at me and smiled. Ben slipped out discretely. She sat up. Clearly something had changed. Her body had deflated. At least, that's what I thought at first. Upon closer inspection, her arms and shoulders had grown a little. They were now lightly muscled. Still, her breasts had shrunk. However, they sat higher on her chest. Her belly had shrunk a bit, hanging emptily from her slimmer waist. At last I found my words:

"Hi. What's going on? What happened?"
She was amused and grinned happily.
- I'm training.
- What for?
She got up. I noticed immediately that her already thick legs had clearly grown. Or rather tightened. She hugged me and kissed me.
- Just so. I'm tired of not being the way I want to.
- Aha.
- I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, but Ms. Samaji was adamant. I hope you didn't worry too much.
- Of course I worried. Why? What?
- I've talked to my boss since she had the same problem. She decided to help me.
- To help you...
- Since I landed the big patent last year, she said she'd pay for the whole thing. It's way better than a bonus anyhow.
- A bonus...
- Aw come on, don't go all Raiden on me.
I snapped back into consciousness.
- I brought some flowers. And some sweets. I actually wanted to visit you at work, but you weren't there.
- Thank you.
She kissed me again. I caressed her naked body. It was odd. Of course, I was used to her normally plump shape, so this was quite a change.
- Let's go to my room, I have half an hour before training resumes.
- Training?
- Stop HANGING around and come on!

She led me to her room. It was beautiful but simple. No TV, just a bed, a desk and a shower. She put the flowers in a vase and put the chocolate into her nightstand. Then, she just pulled me on the bed. Seconds later, I was bereft of my clothes. She climbed on top of me, rubbing her crotch against my dick until it was hard. Since I had been out of sex for five weeks, this took mere seconds. I played with her tits as she started gyrating her hips. I instantly went crazy. You can't imagine how much I'd needed this. Of course, when your starved, you can't restrain yourself. I still managed to get her off before blowing my top, so we found ourselves lying side by side a few minutes later.
She nibbled at my ear as I was caressing her curves.
"Do you like it?"
I was unsure of what to say. She pushed herself up and did a double biceps flex. Surprisingly, two rather large bulges swelled up. I was conflicted. Of course, having a confident girlfriend would make my life easier. On the other hand, her fuller figure was now turning into sag. Still, I decided to go with it. She'd find a solution, she's an engineer after all.
- I do. Looks great.
- Perfect. I'm glad you like it. I've decided to go all the way, so I'm glad you'll support me.
- All the way?
- All the way.
She flexed again.

Chapter 4

Since our fateful meeting, two more months had gone by. I had been sent to Amsterdam on behalf of my company and had lived six miserable weeks at a hotel. It's not that I minded room-service and relaxed hours, but I still would have preferred being with Laura right now. Of course, I would hardly have met her. Before I left, she had moved to the spa full time. When I was in Amsterdam, I even envisioned going to a bordello and just enjoy myself, but this felt pointless. Besides, I was much too curious about the changes she was going through. We phoned occasionally, but she left me in the dark about any changes.

When I finally took the plane back home, I was really excited. I still wasn't fully clear on whether I really appreciated all this bodybuilding stuff, but I found it oddly fascinating. As a matter of fact, I found the concept of changing and controlling your own body rather arousing. As I arrived at the airport, I quickly passed immigration and moved to the reception area. I scanned the crowd for my girl.

At last, there she was. I barely recognised her in the first place. Her face had become much slimmer, while her neck had become more solid. This aside, I couldn't see much more since she was wearing a widely cut shirt. All I could make out was that her shoulders had grown even more solid. I walked swiftly towards her, pulling my suitcase behind me.
We embraced. I could feel the strength of her arms against my body.
"How was the flight?"
- Great. No problems. Still, I'm glad I'm back. You've changed.
- In a good way?
- Let's see.
I kissed her and slipped my hand discretely under her shirt. Before I could actually touch her, she grabbed my hand gently.
- Not here. Save it for home. Let's go.
She nibbled at my ear. Grabbing my suitcase, she easily lifted it and walked off. I followed her to the car park.

After a short drive, we got home. I tore off my suit, moving her quickly to the bedroom. As she landed on the bed, I was right on top of her. My dick was throbbing with anticipation. She held me back. I found it hard to push against her.
- Wait a second.
- Don't be such a tease! Let me see what I waited for!
- You just gotta understand that it's not done for now.
- I don't care, get the damn shirt off.
I winked at her.
- Okay, I warned you.
What the hell was she talking about? It's not as if she was redecorating our kitchen or anything.
At last, she slipped out of her shirt.

As a matter of fact, I was a little disappointed. Her body had indeed changed. Her shoulders had grown big and rounded, each one larger than a baseball. Her arms were now strongly muscled, her biceps clearly visible. She had lost a lot of weight. Her back had become "V"-shaped, tapering inwards to her waist. Her pectoral muscles had grown too. However, her breasts had completely deflated. They hung empty and rather sorry from her powerful chest. Below, her abdominals were now clearly visible. However, only the two directly below her breasts were easily recognisable, the others concealed by flabs of skin.
She must have noticed my feelings.
- I'll have it fixed week after next. We're just finalising a few things.
- Huh?
My sexual arousal had gone hiding. In a matter-of-fact voice, she informed me.
- I want to train some more, just to increase my size. Besides, I want you to keep absolutely quiet on this. I haven't told anyone.
- Why?
- I don't want to justify myself. The best way is to set up a fait accompli. No discussions.
- Couldn't you have asked me?
- I'm doing this for me.
- But I'm concerned with it.
- Of course. But you are aware that it's my body.
- Yes, yes. I'd still would have preferred to be involved.
Meanwhile, we were lying close to each other. She had wrapped her sheet over her.
- I understand. But you gotta understand too: I wanted to change. I don't do it to spite you. I just didn't want to discuss it any further and risk not doing it. Besides, you were the one always telling me to exercise.
I nodded. She had me.
- Right. I'd still prefer if we had no secrets.
- We don't.
- Besides, what are you going to get 'fixed'?"
- I'll have the excess skin removed and my breasts enlarged.
- You'll what?
I was there, completely stunned. What was going on? Was there some kind of mind-control thing going on?
- It'll look much better when it's done.
- But... what about the risks? What about the costs?
- The boss is paying. She had it done herself. You've seen it. I'll be fine. I know you like big breasts. I wouldn't dream denying them to you.
She was clearly changing to her more playful, sarcastic demeanour.
- Now come on. Imagine me getting some big, round tits...
She made a gesture describing their future size.
- You'll like it, I'm sure. I'm going to be a powerful warrior woman. Do you want to see my calves?
She pulled up her trouser leg. I'd never seen muscles this big on a woman. They were broad enough to be easily visible from the front. Her short legs bunched them together, they were more than seven inches in diameter. There even was a faint splitting line visible.
- Come on, touch them.
I put a tentative hand to them. As she flexed them, they turned rock hard. My girlfriend had become a bodybuilder. She turned around.
- Besides, I've got another surprise for you.
With these words, she wrapped her lips around my confused cock. Just to explain my surprise: for reasons beyond my control and involving her previous boyfriend, Laura wouldn't suck my dick. She just didn't do it. It's not as if I was missing anything, but ,hey, I like my options. As could be expected, I stood to attention.

Afterwards, I was still quite confused. My girlfriend was into muscles. Okay. Her self-image was improving. Perfect. I was getting my dick sucked. Great. She was getting plastic surgery. Nah. I was unsure of what to think. On the other hand, she had made up her mind. This was a take it or leave it decision.

I decided to take it and return favours.

The next two weeks flew by. I had work to catch up on. Laura was at the spa most of the time. I visited her there once. She was training heavy. She pushed enormous weights with her legs, curled huge barbells and swam like a top athlete. My evening push-ups looked puny compared to her muscular prowess.
Clearly, the used training methods were extremely effective. I had no real idea how they worked, but on the day before her surgery, Laura's body was literally bursting with muscle.
She had grown a veritable bull neck. Her trapezius muscles were bulging, her shoulders were massive, almost the size of bowling balls. Her pectoral muscles were almost then size her breasts had been before training and her abdominals were visible even through the sagging skin. Her ass had become rock hard and full. I was growing accustomed to what I was seeing.

To be honest, I had been adapting for several weeks now. I had taken a look into female bodybuilding, looking at contest pictures and reading 'before and after' reports. Oddly enough, most women didn't look like Laura. She was much more massive, while still more feminine than most of them. Of course, her comparative shortness enhanced the look of her muscles.
Even though I still felt odd, I was beginning to understand her point. The fact was that changing your own body to fit your self-image could be seen as a sign of great confidence and assertiveness. Besides, she actually looked healthier than before. I just hoped that the surgery would go well. As soon as she'd be healed, I would be able to test my 'theory' in practice.

I accompanied her to the surgeon's office on Friday. The place was spotless, looking very professional and expensive. I felt reassured. She was growing increasingly nervous as we arrived. Of course, she tried to mask her feelings behind what I'd call 'machismo' for lack of a better word.
The surgeon greeted us in his office. He was a man in his early forties, all calm and handsomeness. He went through the procedures with her again. They had clearly fixed everything earlier on. At last, they went to her room. She was to stay in for three days after the surgery to see if everything would heal well. I went in with her, we got her stuff in it and then she dressed for the procedure. I took in the image of her body. We'd see how she'd change. I knocked on wood. As the anaesthetist administered the narcotic, I held her hand. As soon as she fell asleep, they wheeled her away.

I was left there. I sat around, unsure of what to do. I had brought a book, but I was way too worked up to read. I turned on the TV, but shut it back off. In the end, I went for a walk, asking the receptionist to ring me as soon as it was over. This proved pointless as I was back five minutes beforehand.

When she got back out of surgery, I was with her. She was all bandaged on her chest and stomach. I had no idea how it was meant to look, but I was so happy that she was fine. Of course, she was tired as hell. I stayed with her, but she mostly slept anyway.
A couple of days later, we were back home. She had already seen the results, but I was still pretty much in the dark. She had told me that it had been a success and that she was pleased with the results, but she wanted to heal until she'd let me touch her again. I could divine the results from her changed profile, but the big day had now come.
We went to her bedroom, she sat me on her bed and said:

"Sit on your hands."
I did as I was told. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly, one button at a time. My dick instantly responded. At first, a faint piece of cleavage appeared. Then, slowly, her upper body was revealed in all it's glory. The scars were already fading. The doctor was clearly a genius. Her breasts were huge. They had a natural hang to them, covering the top half of her first pair of abdominals. Her nipples were a little more centred than before, giving her breasts an even firmer look. Her abdominals were now perfectly visible, her obliques framing them perfectly. She turned to her side. The larger bulge of her breasts topped off a nice row of eight sub-bulges.
She turned back, then made her breasts jump by flexing her pectorals.
- Like what you see?
- Oooh yes!
- How about this?
She raised her chest, then bunched her abdominals even tighter. They mashed together, bulging even more. She posed a little, then said:
- I think Harry will have to split the kills with me next time.
- Fuck Harry!
- Fuck you!
- Yes, come on, fuck me!
She swiftly climbed on top of me and seized my dick with her cunt. Grabbing it with all her internal muscle power, she quickly got it on and rode me like hell.

Thank you for your reply. I'm glad you like it. Also, thanks for the karma points, everyone.

Chapter 5

The next few weeks were a blur. Summer was fast approaching, my current projects were going along nicely. My sex life had improved tremendously. Of course, it still felt a little odd, especially the new breasts. They were much firmer than before, and at times, I could just barely feel the implant. Still, we adapt and live on. Laura had returned to her job , but had decided to hide the changes. I had no idea why, but she was still wearing her old clothes at work. I guess most people didn't notice anything. Of course, her face was much slimmer than before, but she told me that the only comments she received were a rather vague 'looking fine' by one of her co-workers.
At home, however, things had changed. She still went to the spa for two hours every day to work out and maintain her shape, but she also spent some time shopping. Oddly enough, it was she who suggested to get some 'special interest' clothing at the local sex shop. The level of kink was still manageable, but her normal cotton underwear sometimes found itself switched for leather and *gasp* even rubber. One evening, she greeted me in a skintight vinyl leotard with strategically well-placed cuts. Of course, I couldn't resist.

As she grew accustomed to her new body, she also informed me that she wanted to give roleplaying a new try. She had spent very little time with her friends in the last few months, but she still wanted to get this done before spilling her beans to them. Also, her family was still pretty much in the dark about everything.
As a result, I gave Joe a call.
"Hey Joe, how's it going?"
- Stan? It's been ages. I'm fine, how about you? Did you get your missus to calm down?
- Yes. Actually, I wanted to ask you if we could return to the group.
- Mmh. Basically yes, but only if there're no more screw-ups like last time.
- I don't think so. Besides, she wants to make a new character anyway.
- Okay. Looks fine. Send me the details, get your gear and your on. We'll be trying a new location, and I got plenty of people who'll join in. Besides, did you know I'm now dating Alexa?
- Nope. Great taste in women though. If you like them with big teeth, that is.
- Laugh all you want. Anyway, she's great fun, she's cool and she's bright. And she has abs from hell.
- Aha. From hell, you say?
- From goddamn hell.
- Only hell I ever knew.
Laura smiled and made a sign for me to keep quiet.
- One more thing. Laura wants her character to be a surprise for the others. You'll get the data, but don't tell anyone.
- Whatever. It's fine by me. See you in July.

Laura had been developing her new character for a while now. However, she was still hesitating on the basic concept. Would she prefer to play an armoured fighter or a barbarian warrior woman? And anyway, black leather or natural colour? The more I thought about it, the more the barbarian warrior woman seemed interesting. On the colour side, I preferred natural leather, to prevent the traditional 'all the girls wear black' syndrome our group was plagued with.

In the end, she decided on the moderately practical barbarian leather armour, including some heavy leather boots, a knee-length skirt with linen, leather and mail and a leather top showing off her abdominals and her cleavage. She also bought some arm-braces and a brass neck-guard. Also, natural leather prevailed.
Laura took a crash-course in basic sword fighting and wrestling (which we also practiced at home) and seemed ready for everything. She even wore her outfit at home to get used to it. We had great fun, designing a suitable war-shout and figuring out a name. We settled for 'Skarda of the Western Steppes'.

When July came, we were ready for everything. She had bought a long cape to hide her new body until the moment of truth and spent the last days tweaking at various details. Seeing her fussing over the definition of her abdominals, I began to suspect that she might just have exchanged one source of uncertainty for another.
The ride to the new location was uneventful but very long. We drove for hours, slowly leaving civilisation behind. The last hour was just an endless drive on a very uneven trail, for lack of a better word, in complete wilderness. At last, a silhouette emerged. An ancient, ruined castle appeared behind a low hill. I wondered why whoever had built had refrained from putting it on top of the hill, but dismissed this thought. Since this was in the middle of nowhere, why not? If there's no one to attack you, why care?

We arrived at the parking lot, which just turned out to be a barren field. Close to it, a small tent village had risen up, housing the sixty-odd participants. The smell of stew was familiar and lovely. We set up camp, then went to Joe's desk. He had clearly taken his office with him. His age-old laptop was humming and he'd even got the coffee ready for himself. I quickly did the administrative stuff and was told that the session was to start in the late afternoon.
I met up with a few people to chat. Laura stayed on her own, finishing her preparations at our tent. I found my group. Harry and Rachel were enjoying his special spicy killer stew, her artful pallor struggling against the red-hot chilli. I sat with them and said:
"How is it going? Can I have some?"
Rachel replied:
- Help yourself. How's Laura?
- She's still getting ready. It'll take some time. We'll meet her, when she's done.
Harry interrupted:
- What's her new character? I hope she's not pissed at me anymore. Especially since Joe decided that her unstylish healing attempt still counted.
- I can't tell you. You'll see.
He looked perplexed.
- Do we have a new priest or healer?
- Actually, we do. He's over there.
He pointed at a rail-thin guy in priestly robes vaguely reminding me of a bishop.
- His name is Stuart. He's an actual priest.
- He is? He's not actually straying too far from his real-life job.
- Quite. On the other hand, you and your hippie friend at the office are quite a bunch of elves anyway.
I decided not to engage in the 'elves are hippies' debate at this moment. Harry was a nice guy, but he always seemed to be pissed off at something. Rachel managed to squeeze back into the conversation:
- How's your relationship nowadays. You seemed awfully disappointed when you left.
I smiled inwardly, then made a vague gesture.
- It's so-so.
- It's not. I can see you're lying.
- I'm not. It's so-so... awesome.
I burst into laughter. Somehow, being dressed as a mythic creature makes you go back to puberty.
- So it's okay. Whew. I was really worried for a while. You should have told us.
- Of course. I just didn't think that you were still interested. What with the demise of our hero.
Harry snorted.

From the desk, a call sounded. Joe was standing there, a large warhorn in his hand. He gave it a short blow. The sound echoed through the wilderness. He went through the rules quickly, assigned everyone to their assistant gamesmasters and checked the walkie-talkies. We were out of cell-phone range for sure, so the best thing to do was to play along anyway. At last, all the organisational stuff was done and we were ready to move out. As everybody left, we found ourselves alone with Joe and his wife. She smiled at us, opened her new and perfect laptop, booted it, and started writing. She did the emergency service even though she wasn't into roleplaying at all. She just took her work there and got it done in the open.
Joe checked whether everyone was there and said:
"Where's Laura?"
- I'm here.
She had approached in the confusion, still hidden by her cape. As Joe nodded and jotted something in his notebook, he said:
- Okay, let's get going.

This was the moment all the last months' work had been directed at. Laura unclasped the cape and let it slip to the ground. Everybody's eyes went wide. There she stood, smiling confidently, casually flexing her massive muscles as if she was unaware of her effect.
Harry's mouth was wide open. He wasn't the only one, but he was clearly the most fascinated.
Her leather bustier clenched her full breasts, shading her massive abdominals. The were so tight that they even had a fine parting line on the muscles themselves. Her arm muscles were enormous, her biceps as thick as my forearm. Below, her gigantic calves strained against her boots. She gave the onlookers a surprised look.
"I'm Skarda of the Western Steppes, barbarian warrior!"
Rachel was the first to get back her voice:
- So you are. Well met, Skarda. I am Maranea the Enchantress. It is pleasing to find you on our side.
We greeted each other, then set off.

Chapter 6

As we approached an encampment of local woodsmen, the gasps of surprise were everywhere. Quite a few people came over to take a closer look at Laura's physique, producing various kinds of remarks, from admiration to outright sneers. At the camp, we met a wounded soldier of King Auric, master of these lands. He was lying in the shade, his coat of arms bloodied. The local healer tended his wounds, but it was clear that his life was ending. He called us to come closer:
"Hail, travellers. I am told that you are on your way to Stoneshadow Castle." He wheezed, a little blood dripping from his mouth. Balric answered:
- Aye. Is there something we can do for you?
- Indeed. I am dying, but I was given a mission. If thou werest to fulfill it, my soul shall be saved and the debt relieved.
- What is thy debt?
- I must bring this sacred pendant to the castle. Were it not for the orcs' ambush, I might have succeeded. Alas, I am now lost. Willst thou take up my quest?
- Of course. My honour shall depend on it's completion. Who shall receive the amulet?
- Give it to the infant heiress and only to her. Prevent any and all of the courtiers to put their filthy hands on it.
He spit more blood.
- Consider it done.
- I thank thee...
His voice trailed off. The healer, grieved with pain, was forced to announce:
- He is dead. Go forth and accomplish his mission.
- We shall do so.

We quickly checked for provisions, being fully aware that several days of marching awaited us. I provided myself with a map of the area and asked the local peasants about the orcish hordes that were believed to roam the country-side. As night fell, we set up camp.
Of course, I could not share a tent with Skarda. Instead, she bedded with Maranea. I settled for my trusty hammock. As the camp lay in darkness, I climbed back out of it and swiftly sneaked to their tent. Unsurprisingly, the women were still awake. However, they weren't in character. I eavesdropped.
"Wow, they're huge." That was Rachel/Maranea. "Can I touch them?"
- Of course.
- I have been thinking about getting mine done bigger too.
- Why? They're fine as they are.
- You think so? I don't know. I found a girl on the net. She was modelling this corset and had a pair of really round, big ones. I can't say, but I like the fake look.
- You like that? Can't say I do. I'm so happy mine look real.
- You are aware that the rest of you does not?
I could hear Laura laugh.
- You're right. Still, I really feel great. It's been a crazy work getting everything done, but I think it was worth it. I'm in absolutely peak shape and everything is now so easy. You remember how quick I got tired...
- Yes. While I'm invading your privacy, can I touch your arms too?
- Why not! Go ahead!
- Come on, flex them!
By this time, I had a very un-elvish hard-on.
- Just a technical question: Did you use any drugs to grow this big? I heard all kinds of horror stories about gyms...
- No. I wouldn't have it done otherwise. They had special supplements to get nutrients faster, but I checked everything: no hormones, no odd stuff.
- Okay. Wow, your abs are like speed-bumps.

At this moment, I decided to go and jerk off quietly in the woods. As I was rubbing my dick, imagining all kinds of lesbian fore-play, I realised that something was odd. There were two noises. One was a strange humming of which I had no idea where it came from. The other sound was that of sneaking people in the forest. I pulled my trousers back on and moved quietly in it's direction.

Orcs!

A whole warband was closing in on the encampement. I swiftly ran to the camp. I quickly woke Balric. He shook his head, grabbed his armour and his weapons and got out of his tent. I then walked over to the girls' tent. Twanging the string, I told them of the approaching foes. After a bit of rummaging, they climbed out, mostly dressed. Of course, Maranea had opted not to put on her corset, so the robe was just hanging down on her. I immediately took a peak at her cleavage and smiled in the pale moonlight. I only just had time to wake the cleric, then all hell broke loose.

Balric and the women had hidden away from the tents. Of course, the orcish attack focused on them, since they fully believed to have surprised us. With loud screams and war-shouts, they unleashed their fury on the empty tents. As they realised what had happened, we attacked. Two shouts were heard above the din of the battle:

"By the twin wolves of the northern suns, I shall destroy the orc scum!"
"Blood and slaughter on the orc! Skarda shall reap your heads to lay them on the altar of Gahel!"

The fight was swift and brutal, orc after orc fell under our warriors' mighty weapons. As Balric crushed them with his warhammer in one hand and axe in the other, Skarda advanced, her double-handed sword tearing down swathes of her foes. I sent arrows at them while Maranea blasted her enemies minds with her mighty magic. With a piercing shriek, the priest Eriman threw himself at our foes. He brought one of them down.
Within minutes, most orcs were either dead or fleeing. However, one of them, a powerful female warrior, attacked Skarda directly. She screamed in her own guttural tongue and charged her.
Skarda met her head on. Their blades connected, masterful double-handed sword against crude orcish scimitar. However, the force excerted by the two furies proved to be too much for their weapons. They both shattered.

For a few moments, they looked incredulously at their broken weapons. Skarda recovered first and grabbed her opponent. Clenching her in a bear-hug, she lifted the green-skinned woman. Alexa's full breasts squished themselves into Laura's face. Laura's enormous tits were squashed against Alexa's washboard midriff. Their powerful abdominals rubbed together. There was a short pause to reconsider. At last, the orc woman went limp. Skarda let the defeated shape of her enemy slip to the ground. She raised her arms and howled in triumph.
The woodsmen thanked us for defeating the orcs and disposed of the corpses. For some reason, the orc warrior woman's corpse took longer to dispose off. It was as if something was retaining her.

As I was getting ready to return to sleep, Laura came over. She was ecstatic. Still she whispered (this was going to be out of character).
"Stan, I can't believe how great this is! I never felt so alive! I should have done this years ago!"
I smiled. I was glad too. Besides, masturbation had saved the day.
- You know what, let's get in the forest and fuck. There won't be any more orc raids tonight anyway.
Now this was an offer. My hard-on was back.
- I see. You're okay with it.
She grinned. Her teeth shone in the moonlight.

We disappeared into the forest after I had taken a blanket with me. I set it up in a flat spot, then helped her out of her clothes. Seconds later, I was caressing her muscles, kissing her lips, squeezing her breasts. It was cold as hell, her nipples stood erect and moments later, her clit did too. As I was fingering her, we suddenly noticed a presence close by. There, in the moonshade of a tree stood a statuesque woman. It was Alexa.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"
So much for orc raids.
Surprisingly, Laura nodded. Alexa stripped and got on the blanket with us. She stretched, than whispered:
"You were great during the battle. Your boobs are awesome and you're muscles are the best I'd ever seen. What do you say, should we get your boyfriend going?"
I felt a collective mischievous grin around me. The girls got me going alright. This was crazier than most fantasies I'd had fostered: Here I was, mild-mannered graphics designer and spare time elf, getting my dick licked by my muscle-bound, huge-titted super girlfriend and her fitness model cat-fight opponent. They licked me, eventually kissing over my shaft, exploring each other with their tongues. Even though it was clear that Alexa had much more experience in this, it was clear that Laura was a fast learner. When it was clear that my dick was hard enough, Alexa sat on my face, motioning Laura to grab my penis with her cunt. As I licked for my dear life, Laura rode me like crazy.

After a few seconds of this treatment, I blew my load and went tilt. I barely perceived that the girls were sixty-nineing, before passing out.

When I woke up, I was in my hammock. Had I dreamt all this? I'd have to ask Laura.

Chapter 7

The next day started early. I was quite tired, but also deeply satisfied. First, the woodsmen repaired Skarda's weapon. After this, we got on our way and walked along the path to the castle. I scouted before the party to prevent any further mishaps. It all went very well. However, several things were irritating: First of all, there was the strange humming sound which sometimes grew slightly in intensity. Second, the local wildlife seemed to be awfully primeval. Third, my scouting ahead meant I could not talk to Laura.
I advanced through the undergrowth, scanning the road for obstacles. Nothing. This place was empty. Suddenly, the largest boar I had ever seen appeared. It looked at me with complete lack of interest, then walked off into the forest.
As far as I knew, there were no wild boars in this area, and certainly none who were this big. Odd.

I decided to return to the party and talk about it. As I approached, I overheard Skarda and Balric comparing feats of strength they had performed. I smiled inwardly. This clearly was Laura's lifetime role. I stepped out of the bushes.
"Hail, my friends! I have scouted ahead and must tell you that this is one strange place. It's wilderness is the most ancient I have ever seen."
I then made the out-of-character sign and turned to Joe.
"What kind of place is this? Just before I saw a boar this big."
I made a sign showing it going up to my chest. Joe gave me a confused look.
- Boars? There ain't no boars around here.
- I saw one just over there.
Harry interrupted:
- Maybe it's a mutant?"
- I don't think so, Harry. Still it's strange, isn't it?
- Joe, just a question: Where did you get this place?
- My wife chose it. She found it on the net. It's isolated and abandoned, so nobody will be disturbed.
- Okay. You don't have a map of it, perchance?
- Sure.
He pulled it out. We clustered around it. I looked around. This was hardly the place depicted on the map. The castle seemed much further away in real life. Laura interjected:
- This map's odd. We've been walking all morning. We should be at the castle by now. Something isn't right.
I added:
- Absolutely. We were on this path all the time. The map's wrong.
Joe frowned:
- Honestly, I'm surprised myself. We should have arrived at the castle by now. I'll check on the walkie-talkie.
He pushed the speaking button.
- Hello? This is Joe. Anybody there? Lisa?
He released the button. White noise. We waited. Nothing. He walked around, holding the antenna in the air.
- This thing should be in range, even if the map was wrong. I'll see if the reception is better on that hill.
He walked over, checking the device. Harry and Stuart went with him. I stayed there with the girls. Laura smiled gently at me. I still hadn't decided whether last night had really happened. We sat down on some rocks, taking to the shade to escape the midday heat. Rachel grasped the opportunity to put some sunscreen on. I noticed how much time she spent on her cleavage. Clearly, yesterday's conversation had furthered my understanding.

Laura gave me a look. I snapped back at her. She whispered:
"Regardless of what happened yesterday, I won't let you oggle other women. Especially since there's now plenty to oggle at with me."
Clearly, it hadn't been a dream. She continued:
- You know, I've been thinking: Since everybody has been so supportive, I'll try to get even bigger.
I looked at her breasts.
- Not there, stupid. Here.
She extended her arm, casually flexing her triceps.
- Kali, you know, my boss, said that it would happen. She's been right again.
I was sceptical.
- Even bigger? She's not as big as you herself.
- You haven't seen her lately, then.
My eyes got wide.
- She's competitive, you know. When she saw my progress, she returned to it herself. Trouble is, I'm getting competitive myself.
- Laura, please be careful. You shouldn't go too far. So far, it's okay. It's not 'normal', but I still like it a lot. I'm not sure whether I'd still like it when you get bigger.
She gave me a bored look.
- Come on, Stan. Don't be such a Philistine. You'll grow fond of it, you'll see...

Just as I was about to reply, Rachel gave a yelp! Something was happening. A gust of wind blew into our direction. The trees shook, leaves blew around us and the sun was eclipsed by something huge.
We shielded our eyes and stared. Above us, a huge, reptilian shape was approaching the hilltop. A dragon. A DRAGON! An enormous, thirty-yard-long dragon flew above us. The creature was covered in red scales and was real. It was also keen on attacking our friends on the hill. The creature landed and grabbed Joe in it's huge claws as his companions scattered. It tried to grab Harry, but failed to do so as he tumbled in the scrubs. It took a deep breath and...

Breathed fire.

A large sheet of flame covered the shrubbery. Harry ran out of it, beating at the flames on his back. He dropped down, rolled and tried to extinguish them. The creature looked up, roared, and flew away. As we saw it's colossal shape disappear, we recuperated our senses.
The monster was flying to the castle. We ran to Harry and found him singed but otherwise unhurt, just as Stuart climbed out behind a rock. It took them a few seconds to recover their speech. At last, Harry said:
"What the hell was that?" I replied incredulously:
- A dragon. A goddamn dragon.
- I'm dreaming, ain't I?
- I don't think so. We saw it all, didn't we?
Our friends nodded. Laura said:
- If we're awake and this dragon is real, then something must have happened.
- Oh really? Yes. Apparently, it's not normal for dragons to appear out of normal and try to roast me.
- This is exciting. My fantasy is coming true.
Laura's eyes were glowing.
- Laura, you're crazy.
- But you saw the dragon, didn't you? And it did carry Joe off to the castle?
- It did, but...
- So the thing we're going to do is save him.
- Are you insane? Stan, tell her! She can't be for real!
- I don't know. Since the dragon is, maybe we should be for real too.
Laura smiled.
- Now I really wished I had a genuine sword.
Stuart and Harry gave her a 'I can't believe what's going on' look. Suddenly, Rachel interrupted us.
- I'm burning.
She stated it in a matter-of-fact, no nonsense way. Indeed, her hand was burning. The flame was bluish and clearly hot. Still, she seemed to be calm and unhurt. She moved the flame from one hand to the other. Her voice was totally flat.
- I seem to be able to touch it without hurting myself. This is surprising.
We gave her a crazed look as she juggled the flameball. Suddenly, there was another one.
- I'm a sorceress.

Harry toppled over.

We woke him up, then talked about what to do next. Our first consensus was that we were now in a bona fide fantasy world. The second was to rescue Joe. Harry and Laura abandoned their boffer weapons. I took out my knife and started to remove the covers from my arrows. If this was for real, I might have to fight for real too.
After sharpening them, we checked the environment. If this was a true fantasy world, there might be a heroes tomb somewhere. We might find some stuff there.
In the end, Laura and Harry did most of the searching. I was occupied with my arrows, Stuart was still sitting calmly and Rachel was testing her magic powers. After a while, they called for us. We came over. They had found a cavern in a deep ravine. I climbed in first. For some reason, I was able to see much clearer than my companions. I saw perfectly well down there while they bumped around.
At last, we emerged into a larger cave. It had clearly been worked on with some craftmanship. In it, a skeleton was lying on a bed of stone. Around it, various funeral offerings lay. Dusting them off, our fighting friends grabbed the blades and armour. The previous owner, clearly a warrior of some standing, maybe even a noble, certainly had no more use for them.
Harry chose a broadsword and an axe, while Laura took a huge double-handed sword, almost as large as the fake one she had before. She gave a little gasp as she lifted it the first time, having underestimated it's weight. Still, she seemed to cope. Harry grabbed a helmet to compliment his authentic chainmail. As we were getting ready to leave, Rachel recovered a small chest containing several glass phials.
We all gave her an amused look. This was a true-to-form fantasy world. What the hell?

Chapter 8

After this short interruption, we travelled on towards the castle. Of course, none of us were really comfortable with the situation. I guess everyone was questioning their sanity by now. Was this some sort of collective hallucination? Maybe we had ended up close to a chemical weapons dump from the war and were just lying around dying. The thought chilled my spine. In the end, there was no way to be sure. If we were dying, we could just as well enjoy a final dream.
When the evening came, we were in sight of the castle door. Only a small chasm with a bridge separated us from the gates. After a short talk, we decided to get to the castle tonight. We had to save Joe after all.

I moved closer to the bridge. It seemed rickety and unstable. Just as I approached to check it's stability, I was attacked: All of a sudden, a huge creature rose from the chasm. It extended it's long, scaly arm and grabbed me, lifting me in the air. Behind it, another one crawled to the surface. The monsters were vaguely humanoid in shape, but covered in scales. Their skin was greyish and their faces were hideous: They had long, crooked noses, tiny pin-sized eyes shining with malevolence and large, strong jaws full of jagged teeth.
I screamed for help as the first monster started throwing me around.
The others heard me and came running.

Skarda swung her weapon overhead and chopped off the creature's arm. It howled, grabbing at the bloody stump. I freed myself from it's fingers and saw her strike at the beast. Her muscles moved in perfect unison. Her huge back smelled as the blow connected. Her opponent was twice as tall as she was, but she sliced open its belly. The monster spilled its guts. It howled in desperation, then toppled over. Meanwhile, Balric had engaged the other beast. As he hacked at it, there was a searing light overhead. A ball of blue flame struck the beast's face, blinding it with pain and brightness. Maranea was grinning wickedly. She was clearly enjoying her new-found power. The helpless creature was quickly defeated.
As the others fought on, Eriman helped me to my feet. I pulled out my bow, but whinced as I realised that the creature had broken a few of my ribs. I slumped back on the ground. Eriman helped me remove my shirt. My whole chest was covered in blue and black bruises. He touched them to see if they were displaced. I gritted my teeth. All of a sudden, he started praying. As I lay there, he was asking God to help him. I guess this was the normal way a priest would do it if no doctor was around. Oddly enough, my bruises shrank. I felt painless and rather elated. After a while, the wound had fully disappeared. All he did was smile. Clearly, his new-found path to God was making him happy.

When the others came back, I was sitting. Balric and Skarda were smiling with subsiding bloodlust. I never had seen such a look in Laura's eyes. She stuck her weapon in the ground.
"Let's get the dragon. I'm pumped now!"
Balric chimed in:
- Yes! Let's get the big lizard! We'll show him a thing or two.
As they were getting ready to enter the castle, Maranea interrupted them.
- Friends, I have realised what these potions do. I don't know how, but it is perfectly clear.
We gave her the half-crazed look that every new discovery in this insane place provoked.
- There are four of them. These two will heal whoever is wounded.
Eyebrows went up.
- The blue one is filled to the brim with magic power. I guess I'll best keep it. The green one is an odd one. It will improve the strength and stamina of the drinker for some time. I'll let you two sort out who'll get it.

The warriors' gaze met: The challenge was on. Balric was first to speak:
"I think it should go to the stronger one. After all, it will improve upon an existing foundation."
- Okay. Let's wrestle.
I chose to interrupt:
- Shouldn't we just get going? We need to help Joe.
She smiled:
- It won't take long.
I covered my eyes in despair. Laura was turning into an outright jock.
- Alright, let's get it on!
She put her weapon aside and stripped to the waist. This caused a collective pause. What the hell was she doing. Her large, round boobs were now hanging free. Her bracers and neck-guard went off too. Meanwhile, a still disbelieving Harry was stripping off his armour. When he was done, he took up a crouching position, holding his arms ready to catch her.
All of a sudden, Laura jumped at him, avoiding his grasp. She grabbed his waist, mashing her tits against him. She pulled his right leg out from under him and made him fall. As Harry dropped to the ground, he clinched her, pulling her with him. She remained on top, moved her arms under his and broke free. She pushed his shoulders down, her arms swelling with the effort. He tried to hold against her, suddenly grabbing her left breast. He twisted it, causing Laura to give off a yelp of pain. He used her second of confusion to roll on top of her. He grinned as he forced her to the ground. However, she suddenly did a kippup with him on her. He fell off, she pulled his arm, twisted it, and pushed him to the ground. Gritting her teeth, she said:
- That wasn't fair. I think I won, though. Say it!
She twisted further.
- Argh! Okay, okay, you win.
- Perfect.
She released him, then checked on her breast. It was still alright. She caressed it, than pulled her clothes back on. Walking over to Rachel, she took the vial and said:
- Let's see... How does it work?
- I have no idea. Magic, maybe?
- I guess I'll just drink it before we get to the dragon.
We went to the castle door and forced our way in. Harry still seemed to be a little angry about his defeat. I wasn't all that happy either: The woman I was in love with was changing and I was unsure whether this was for the better.

The castle proved to be a ruin in the worst sense of the word. Many walls had collapsed and the ground was rough and uneven. Once inside, it became clear that the creature's lair was further up. We climbed a derelict staircase until we could hear very loud, deep breaths. The dragon was sleeping. I looked around the corner. It was lying there, dozing on a hoard of gold. This was a surprise. Close by, a large cage held most of the gamers. They seemed desperate. The monster might actually have eaten some of them. I shuddered.
After checking back with the others, I was to free the prisoners. If the dragon was to wake up, my friends would fight while I got them to safety.

I took a deep breath and went in.

Chapter 9

I advanced on tip-toes. The beast was sleeping, it's slow and regular breath reeking of sulphur. My eyes were streaming with tears. I dodged the obvious traps of stacks of gold coins on the floor and reached the cage. I made sign to be silent. The people in the cage held their breaths. I looked for a door. Sadly, the cage was not meant to be opened by a door. The concept was stupid anyway. What was a dragon to do with a fiddly human-sized lock? The creature clearly picked up the whole cage, chose one of the captives to eat and did just that. I walked around it, testing the bars. They all seemed to be rather solid. Next, I tried to lift the cage. Even though the prisoners tried to help me, it was pointless.
Meanwhile, the dragon started snoring. Occasionally, little flames flickered from its enormous nostrils.
I whispered at the prisoners:
"I'll be back in a moment. Stay calm."
I snuck back to the others.
"The cage has no door. We can't lift it. I don't see how we could get them out."
Rachel suggested:
- Let's saw the bars. Do we have a saw around here?
Harry replied:
- I saw none. Did you see a saw?
Stuart added:
- Sorry, I say I saw no saw.
Laura snickered.
I gave them the desperate look of someone who was about to kill.
They all looked sheepish. Laura snickered again. Then Harry said:
- You might take your muscle-girlfriend to bend the bars, couldn't you?
Laura grinned.
- Let's do it.

I led the way, silently pointing at potential risks. Laura evaded most catastrophes along the way. As we reached the cage, Laura grabbed two bars, gave me a stern look, and pulled. Her muscles swelled with the strain, she started to sweat, trying to force them apart. However, they stayed unmoved. She tried again. Nothing. Breathing heavily, she turned to me and mouthed:
"They're too solid. I'll try something else."
- What?
As an answer, she pulled out the green potion. I was unsure of whether this was a good idea. I normally trusted Rachel on most things, but her sudden development of magic powers was a little too much, even for me.
- What if it's poison?
- I don't think so. It would be a sorry funeral offering, wouldn't it?
She uncorked it, took a whiff and drank it up.
- Tastes awful. Bleargh!
We waited anxiously.

Suddenly, Laura started shivering. Her body seemed to grow. It was actually growing. Her already swollen muscles started growing. Her shoulders grew outward, her arms becoming thicker, her neck becoming broad and massive. Her chest swelled, straining against her top. Her already massive legs were now larger than my waist. She averted her eyes and gave off little moans of satisfaction. Was she having an orgasm?
"Snap out of it! Go on!"
Inside the cage, people grew uneasy. The dragon was moving in his sleep. It seemed to be dreaming.
Laura shook her head, gave me a dreamy look, then focused again.
She grabbed the bars, took a deep breath, and pulled. This time, it worked. The bars started moving outward slowly. She was sweating profusely. At last, it gave way.

She released it, turned to me and gave me a kiss. We hugged as the others got out of the cage. I was in heaven. For some reason, her muscles fitted her perfectly. Her confidence underlined her personality. I was in love all over again. As I caressed her, the dragon slowly rose from his sleep. It moved its jaws, smacking it's lips. It stopped. Its prey was escaping!
It reared its head and howled in fury. In my bliss, it took me a few moments to realise the danger we were in. We let go, I gave her a look of deep and utter devotion, she answered it in kind. Behind us, the monster breathed flames at the ceiling, getting ready for the kill.
"I love you."
- Me too.
She put her finger to my lips, kissed me, then pulled her sword out of its scabbard.
- More later...
- Yes.
I pulled out an arrow, nocked it on the bowstring and sent it flying at the dragon's eye.

Chapter 10

All hell broke lose.
I ran as fast as I could, shooting at the beast's head non stop. The arrows struck it, but most bounced off it's scales. I hid behind a collapsed wall. Just in time. A burst of flame scorched the wall's top, tongues of red hot gas licking over the edge. I ducked to the side, waiting for the inferno to subside. The monster's thundering steps approached. It was going to eat me. I looked for help.
Suddenly, a shout startled me.
"Hey, you big lizard! Fight someone your size!"
Harry had come out of cover. Shouting at the top of his lungs, he lured the dragon to his location. The creature turned around, casually smashing half of the wall with it's tail. I escaped certain death, got back up and assessed the situation. As far as I could tell, Laura was waiting in cover for a weak spot to become visible. I walked closer to the dragon. Nothing. It's scales covered the creature completely. It's belly might have been softer, but it was sadly unaccessible. I was about to give up, when I noticed an oddity. At the top of it's spine, just between the wings' base, there was a large piece of scale that did not move like the rest. I thought about it. This peace was squeezed between the wings. If it were too rigid, they wouldn't work. This might be the spot we were looking for. I shouted at the others.
"Get the piece on it's back. I'll distract it."
- Got it!

I showed myself again, shouted at the creature and almost got burnt. I just managed to get away. Rachel lobbed one of her fireballs at the monster. It was now distracted, but it was also on the verge of frenzy.
Meanwhile, Laura had started climbing it's back. Her bulk was clearly visible on the monster's spine. She held herself up there by grabbing the scales. Every time she looked up, her head squeezed against her trapezius muscles. She was mad with glee. As she reached the oddly shaped scale, she stood up, then straddled the monster's back. She pulled up her sword, wedged it between the scales, and stabbed the creature in it's spinal cord. It shuddered, it's lower legs giving in under it's weight. The monster howled in pain, trying to get it's body back under control. We seized the opportunity and started evacuating the prisoners. The monster fluttered its wings, trying to get rid of its hidden assailant.
As it fought, we managed to get the captives out. As the last ones fled, I turned around to tell Laura to get away herself. However, it was not to be. The monster twisted, turned, flopped up and turned on its back. Then, it crashed down mercilessly, burying Laura under it.

Everything fell silent. I couldn't believe it. She had disappeared under the enormous mass of the creature's corpse. I screamed for everyone to help me move it. Even though I knew it was pointless, I still hoped to find her miraculously alive. She might... she just had to...

Chapter 11

We pushed and pushed, putting all our dwindling strength into a desperate attempt to save the woman I loved. At last, the creature's dead body started moving, rocking a little before finally turning over. Blood was everywhere. We pushed it further until, at last, her body was visible. She was small, contorted into a fetal position, her arms around her legs. She was covered in blood, all red. I rushed at her, grabbed her, shook her, anxious to see whether she was still alive. I got blood all over me, it mingled with my tears, I forced her arms apart and began to resuscitate her. I pushed down between her tits, hammered at her massive chest, blowing air into her lungs.
Nothing.

All of a sudden, I realised that someone was standing beside me. Stuart kneeled next to me and started to pray. At this moment, I didn't care. My temples throbbed. His hands started glowing, and he touched her. Not in a sexual way. In a sacred, loving way. I was just giving Laura the kiss-of-life when I realised that she was awake. And kissing back. We lay there for a while, hugging, kissing and caressing each other. I cannot remember a moment of greater bliss in my life as I lay there, blood-splattered, wounded and tired, but kissing the girl of my dreams.
If this were a Hollywood movie, everybody would cheer and the next moment, we'd be at the temple, getting married.
Of course, this was not the case. Joe interrupted us.
"Let's leave. Please."

We set out, trying to find our way back to civilisation.
After an endless march across the untamed landscape, we reached the field where we'd parked. Nothing.
I quickly examined the area. Indeed, there were car tracks on the ground. Somebody had stolen our cars!
Acollective grunt of despair went through our huddled group. This was the worst session ever. Just as everybody was falling apart, a large army car approached. In it, a group of people with lab coats were enjoying the view. One of them was Joe's wife. As she got out, a warrant officer climbed out. He accompanied her to our group, then gave us a hard look. His name tag said "Raymond Temple". He clearly felt as if he were in the presence of a band of freaks.

Chapter 12

In the end, everything went well. We each got a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. We were also given a change of clothes and the possibility of a shower. To tell the truth, this was pure bliss. After all that fighting and all the confusion, being treated like a human being was heaven. They even had some doctors who took a look at our injuries. Interestingly enough, they found that most of the bones in Laura's body had been broken, but had been mended seconds later. None of the doctors were able to even try to explain this phenomenon. On the other hand, most of what had happened was pretty much unexplainable. At least, we were certain that no one would take us seriously.

In the end, we told them the truth. The military people listened carefully, took notes, exchanged worried glances and finally declared:
"All right. Finally, all of this makes sense."
Most of us were now either asleep or dumbstruck. I recovered first:
- What makes sense?
- As a matter of fact, people in the region have been complaining about petty thieves for a while. Two months ago, things suddenly got worse. An entire village was attacked and pillaged by an unknown force. Of course, we first thought of terrorists. However, a closer examination revealed tracks of abnormally large wolves. These beasts must have been the size of horses. The conclusion we came to was that some foreign power had smuggled genetically engineered killer wolves into our country. However, this hypothesis did not correspond to the black-fletched arrows we found stuck in most buildings in the village. Apparently, medieval killers on monster wolves had invaded the area.
Now, thanks to your surprise discovery, we know the truth: It was orcs. We should have thought of that.

I couldn't help myself and gave him the "and I thought I was crazy" look that's normally reserved for UFO scientists and political extremists. On the other hand, this was exactly what was to be expected from a fantasy world. Orc raiders were a staple in this kind of environment, so why not?

Finally, I nodded. The military guys had clearly decided to go in and deal with the orc menace in whatever way they found to be appropriate. I decided to just get out of there.
They kept us there overnight, made us sign agreements of secrecy and finally drove us back to our cars. As we drove home, the whole awfulness swept in on us. At last, Laura said:
"I don't think we'll ever get to finish a story with Joe, do you?"
- Nope. Besides, I'm unsure whether I want to have a fantasy story ever again.
- Aw, come on. It was fun!
- No, it wasn't. There was killing, and blood and craziness and you almost died.
- Yeah. But you brought me back. We also had a threesome...
- We did? It actually happened?
- Of course. I'm not sure if we should do it again, but it happened.
- Alexa is a strange one. Didn't Joe mention that he was dating her?
- He did? What an asshole. He's married! He actually told you that?
- Apparently. I'm not sure what to make of it. Besides, where did his wife get that lab coat from?
- She's some kind of scientist, isn't she?
- I don't know.

When we arrived home, the first thing to do was to take another shower. This time, we decided to have it together. To cut a long story short, we ended up in bed. We had excellent sex, but I was missing something. As I lay there, working on Laura's clit while she stroked my dick, I said:
"It's odd. Since seeing you all overloaded with muscle, I can't get it out of my head anymore."
- You think I'm too small?
She flexed her massive biceps.
- I'm unsure. Yes?
She struck a "most muscular" pose. I gasped.
- So you like what you're seeing?
- I do.
- I guess I know what to do.
I grinned. My cock was erect once again.

Two months later, we were invited at her boss' private home. Laura was wearing a new tailored dress she had recently purchased. I was a very elegant black number which closed in the neck, leaving her back and her shoulders uncovered. On the front, it was high-necked, but it still managed to show off her huge breasts. Her muscles had become even larger. She was now the proud owner of handball-sized shoulders, massive biceps and large, bulging trapezius muscles which gave her a rather blocky frame. This was softened by her tight stomach, her big, well-rounded ass and her perfect posture. Her face was lovely and perfectly made up for the occasion.
I was wearing my best suit, wondering why we had to get all dressed up to meet her boss.

As we arrived at her luxury flat in the city centre, I parked our car and got out. Laura put on her heels and I held the door for her. The concierge let us in, and we rode up on the elevator. When we got out, her boss was awaiting us. She was wearing a deep red satin dressing gown. Her had was slightly brighter, but she seemed unchanged. However, the robe could barely conceal her equally muscular body. She must have been roughly the same size as Laura, but her breasts seemed larger.
She smiled, greeted us and bade us to come in. The flat was perfectly elegant, decorated with tasteful, yet unobtrusive furniture and art. It also featured many plants, giving it a lively and harmonic feeling.
We sat down on an expensive looking leather sofa and had some small-talk. Oddly enough, she kept her robe on. On the other hand, maybe this was some kind of fashion statement. I relaxed.

After a while, a thin woman in a grey dress came in and announced that dinner was to be served. Judging by the flavour, this was to be quite an experience...

Chapter 13

Indeed it was. Since Laura had begun her transformation, the more succulent dishes had eluded me. Neither of us was actually a skilled cook, and the tastier meals were soon replaced by the healthier ones. As a result, I was surprised to find positively excellent health food to please my taste buds. I enjoyed this meal a lot. Not only was the food and drink close to perfection, but so was my company. The girls were clearly enjoying themselves and our conversation moved quickly from art and science, to economics, politics and eventually, strength.

Clearly, they both had been steering towards this point and were now happy to have arrived. I pointed out how much I admired Laura for her powerful physique and how I had grown fond of her gentle (and not so gentle) strength. Kali, the boss, was pleased to hear this.
"I told you, as soon as he was in my office, I knew he would be fine. You have an excellent taste in men."
I was honoured, but I also felt a pang of jealousy in Laura's look. Kali continued:
- Anyway, since we are now done eating, I propose a little contest.
- What contest?
- How about a contest of muscularity. I mean, I have paid for your training, and I have seen that it served you well, but I'd really love to test your limits. After all, we share a common history.
Somewhere in my memory, I returned to Laura's shape before her amazing transformation. I still liked it, but somehow, I loved her new shape.
Laura was unsure. She knew that her boss was an extremely competitive person, and that she'd go to great lengths to prove her superiority to a worthy foe. On the other hand, she wanted to show what she stood for herself. After all, she had killed a dragon and cheated death.
- I'm game.
- Excellent. I took the liberty of estimating your measurements. You'll find some clothes in the spare room. Liz will be helping you if you need some adjustments. How about letting your boyfriend be the judge?
I didn't like the way this was going. Once again, my life was going off in some crazy direction.
- Okay. Let's do it.

Laura disappeared into the spare room, while Kali went to her bedroom. I stayed there, finishing off what little food was left and enjoying the fine wine. I waited for a while. Then, the gray woman returned, dimmed the light and turned on a pair of spot lights. Clearly, this situation had been prepared for.
I could hear the women's grunts as they pumped themselves up in their respective rooms. Ever since my trip to the other world, my senses had become extremely acute. Oddly enough, even my ears had remained pointed ever since. The strangeness of the situation merely reflected the overall oddity of my life.

Minutes later, the pumping ended. Out of the shadows, the women appeared. I was instantly erect. Their shape was supernatural in every sense of the word. Although I was well aware of Laura's body, I had not seen her fully pumped. As she walked in sight, every muscle bulged with power. She stopped, turned to me, flexed her upper body into a double-biceps pose and smiled. Her back must have been enormous. Her latissimi spread like wings, her bulging biceps angular and rock hard. She wore a tight blue bikini, showing off her massive abdominals. As she flexed, her breasts moved upwards, heaving with sexual power.

The competition arrived moments later...

Chapter 14

Kali rose to the challenge. Her dark skin was stretched tight over her massive muscles. She wore an identical bikini, it's only difference was it's colour: red. The fabric barely covered her enormous chest. Whereas Laura's breasts were still realistic in a bizarre sense of the term, Kali had clearly overdone it. They were easily the size of her head, round and heavy. Her nipples were easily visible through the fabric.
However, her body was otherwise similar to Laura's. They had clearly reached the zenith of female muscularity (and broken deep into its male aspect). As she flexed, her huge calves spread beyond her shanks. She crunched together her abdominals, creating a set of large, rounded bulges that lifted her tits. As she lifted her arms, even Laura gasped. Her biceps actually passed Laura's. She jerked her trapezius muscles upwards, exploding into a massive show of muscle.
I was stunned and confused. Honestly, I really wondered how these women actually scratched themselves.
They gave me an inquiring look. I shrugged in despair.

Kali spoke:
"Now then, Mr. Longman, who is bigger?"
I shot a doubting glance at Laura, who was still transfixed by her boss' size.
- You are, Ms. Samaji.
The enormous woman smiled. She gave Laura a look of superiority.
However, Laura was unfazed. She smiled, then said:
- I want a second opinion. Your breasts are distracting him. Let's switch the wardrobe! I want to try some of the other clothes...
- If you insist... What shall we try?
She grinned, then walked close to her, mashing her enormous body against hers and whispered into her ear.
A crazy smile washed over Kali's face.
- Perfect...
She licked her lips.
I had no idea what was going on. For some reason, I hardly ever have.

They returned to their rooms. I poured me another drink.

Chapter 15

Minutes later, they returned. They walked into the spotlight at the same time. They were now wearing skin-tight catsuits. Laura's was glossy red, showing off her curves. The suit creaked with every move. On her feet, she wore high-heeled shoes, also glossy red. If I had suggested that she should wear any of this before her transformation, she would have laughed. At best.
Kali was similarly dressed: her suit was black, she thus appeared a little less massive. Breathing heavily, she turned to Laura. Her breasts were jutting out ten inches, supported by inch-thick pecs. She squeezed her tits and said contemptuously:
"Do you find them any less distracting now?"
- Wait a second. I have a surprise for you!
She moved her right hand to her front, carefully reaching around her enormous chest. In it, she held a small vial with a green liquid. As she drank it up, I unzipped my pants. My dick had become rock-hard. Kali gave me a look of distaste.
"What's with him?"
As she turned to Laura, her eyes went wide. Laura clenched her teeth, giving out a shriek of extasy. Her shoulders grew outward, her trapezius muscles forced her neck forward. At the same time, her pectorals rose from below. The latex fabric began to stretch. The huge woman roared with lust, then went into a most muscular pose.
With an audible "snap!", the suit gave way, leaving the musclebound woman naked.

She laughed out loud, her body quivering with muscular power. Still laughing, she walked over to her boss, tore off her suit, and lifted the smaller female hulk, carrying her to the master bedroom. Between bursts of laughter, she turned to me and said:
"Come on. Let's have some fun!"

Inside the very stylish bedroom, she lay the still dumbfounded Kali on her bed.

Chapter 16

I got on the bed with the others. My super-muscular girlfriend quickly stripped her boss of her suit. She pushed her on her back, caressing her enormous tits. She waited until Kali's nipples were hard, then turned to me. I had already stripped to my underpants, smiling at her. Laura flexed her enormous arm, her biceps colliding with her forearm. She looked at her massive breasts, lay her hands on her abs and said:
"Could you believe this is real?"
I nodded.
- It is.
I kissed her. It was one of the long, loving kisses that are reserved for truly crazy situations.
- Would you mind letting me join?
Kali appeared behind me, pushing her proud breasts against my back. This was a tit-man's heaven!
- Do you mind?
- Not at all.
Laura grinned. She was clearly willing to share. In the end, I got the full treatment. Laura sucked me off for a while as she got licked by Kali. When she came, the girls traded places, and there was further licking. By then, my cock was on the verge of explosion. However, as Laura got ready to lick her boss, she hesitated:
"Have you been juicing?"
This came as a slap in the face. The action instantly stopped.
Kali rolled on her back.
- Do you have a problem with it? You're not exactly natural yourself, are you?
- Apart from the breasts, I am.
- And the magic potion thing? I really doubt that you should say anything. Natural is for hippies.
Laura was taken aback.
- Laura, you should realise that this is about living. I don't give a shit about what other people think anymore. This includes you.

At this point, it was clear that we had overstayed our welcome. I took my clothes and went out with Laura. Time to look for a new job.

Chapter 17

The next weeks were awful. Clearly, showing up her boss had triggered quite a few unwanted reactions. Most of the potential local employers steered away from Laura. Besides, her out-of-the-ordinary physique meant that most interviewers were unwilling to even consider her.
Laura was quite unhappy. She couldn't train at the spa anymore and was confined to use a regular gym instead. However, the rather unsavoury comments of the local bodybuilder population cut her membership short. In the end, she just bought some free weights and a training bench and set them up in her room. As a result, I became her spotter. I found the job to be rather boring.

After three weeks, her top-notch muscularity deflated. Her anger knew no bounds. In the end, I was glad to be around: I did my best to comfort her.
"I hate this. Stan, I don't want to go back!"
- Honestly, you're still way more powerful than me. You're just returning to a more realistic size: I guess it's more manageable.
- I don't want to be normal. I love my muscles. Please help me!
- I'm sorry. I'm doing all I can, but there's only so much I can achieve. Besides, were running out of money.
- I know. I just don't want to take that decision.

It was clear for me: if she wanted a job, she'd have to reduce. If she didn't have a job, maintaining her shape was almost impossible. The whole awful situation came to a point when we no longer shared the same bed. Laura didn't want me to see her naked and I was slowly getting angry over the whole mess. One day, I surprised her as she was scraping the remains of the green liquid from its vial.
At this moment, I realised that this wasn't going to end well. If I didn't do something right now, my girl would end up as one of those crazy male-female hybrids. I really didn't want her to juice.

I called Rachel. Maybe she could talk some sense into Laura. She answered promptly:
"Rachel Brown speaking. Who's there?"
- It's me, Stan!
- Stan! Long time no see. How are you? What have you been up to? Are you still with Laura?
- Yep. I still work at the agency and I'm still with Laura.
- Is she still our little pack of muscle?
- Quite. How about you? Did your witch-powers stay?
She turned her voice down.
- Shush. Keep it down. Yes. Let's talk in person, okay?
- Right away. Where do we meet?
- How about I come to your place. I want to see our barbarian champion!
- Perfect.

I told her our address. We decided to meet in the evening.

Chapter 18

I spent the next few hours working on my current project, all the while worrying about our future. All this mess was really getting me down. As always, I drank way too much coffee, so when Rachel rang, I was on the toilet. Laura went to the door, I could hear her open it. The next thing I heard was a gasp!
I finished as quickly as I could, got dressed and got in: Rachel was standing there, dressed in deepest black, her raven hair cascading down her shoulders. Her face was perfectly made up as a gothic princess, and her smile was every bit as wicked. However, my eyes were drawn to her chest.

What once had been a full and ample pair of breasts had grown into a pair of gravity defying bowling balls. They looked bolted on, standing several inches from her body. Her cleavage was revealed by the deeply-cut figure-hugging dress she was wearing. As she embraced me, her breasts were squished against my chest. Whereas Laura's boobs flattened easily, Rachel's did not. Instead, they stubbornly squeezed me away. She gave me a kiss on each cheek and said:
"Wow, you're even cuter than before!"
Indeed, I had noticed for a while that my facial hair had completely disappeared. Nowadays, I shaved once in a month, tops.
- Anyway, let's talk!
- Come on in...

We moved to the living room, Rachel clicking there on her 4" heels. We sat down, I poured us some drinks, then she started:
- I've had quite a bit of luck recently.
I was still confused by her huge breasts. They were fake as hell.
- Ever since I came back from the 'land beyond', I seem to have developed magical powers. Yes, actual magic.
Laura nodded:
- We've been there. Is it for real?
As an answer, Rachel let a bright blue flame dance on her hand.
- That's not the only thing: I've been able to bend other people to my will easily.
I turned sceptical.
- As a matter of fact, I'm also able to read other people's minds. As a result, I'm now quite wealthy. This is when I got these!
She lifted her cantaloupe-sized breasts.
- They look crazy, don't they?
I nodded. Laura replied:
- If you like the look...
- So you don't?
- Actually... No. However, I think that the universe is currently trying to teach me not to judge other people on their authenticity.
- Aw, come on! What happened?
Rachel poked Laura's shoulder.
- I got fired for criticising my boss. Can you believe it? That crazy bitch is just jealous!
I could see Laura's anger and frustration well up. Rachel took her in her arms. (At least she tried. Encircling my girlfriend's girth isn't all that easy.)
In between sobs, she told Rachel the whole story. Interestingly, Rachel got her to tell her everything.

When my muscle-bound woman had spilled her guts, she calmed down. At last, Rachel said:
"You know what, I don't give a shit about her. You're clearly much better than her. However, I have a job for you."
- A job?
- Mhm. I need a personal trainer and bodyguard. Do you think you could handle that?
- Of course.
- So it's settled.
- Right. Thank you.
- Perfect. What now?
- I don't know. How about going out together? Stan?
- I'm in.
As Laura went to get dressed, I turned to Rachel:
"Thanks a lot! I think you've saved us."
- No problem. She'll be perfect!

Chapter 19

Laura found her new job to be very enjoyable. We moved to the high-rise building where Rachel had set up camp, our apartments were directly connected. Laura was expected to be ready most of her time. She had changed her training routine, incorporating body guarding techniques and increasing her combat training. As her trainer remarked, she was a natural. Even advanced situations involving multiple assailants proved to be little to no challenge for her.
With almost supernatural dexterity, she evaded attackers, disarmed them with blinding speed and rendering them inoffensive with her tremendous strength.
After two weeks of training, she was easily able to take on five experienced fighters and come out as a winner. One of them, whom I met as I returned from work, remarked:
"I've never seen anything like your girl. I guess I'll have to take the rest of the week off."
He showed me an enormous bruise on his stomach. It looked as if he'd been hit by a sledgehammer. I left him with some words of sympathy, then went up to the penthouse suite.

I found the girls at the exercise room. They were working out with free weights and it was clear that Laura had recovered. She was once again covered in bulging muscles, slowly lifting and lowering the barbell in front of her massive tits. Her huge, round biceps swelled and stretched as she moved the weights calmly. Opposite her, Rachel was performing the same routine, albeit with much smaller weights.
Her lithe frame was now completed with just a hint of muscles, giving her visible abs and reasonably strong arms and legs. Of course, she looked puny compared to her body guard.

They said hello, adding that they were almost done. I just told them about my day at work, then went out as they got under the shower. Afterwards, as Rachel returned, wearing a black satin robe, she told me that she had arranged a meeting with Raymond Temple. I was invited to come too. I gave her a doubting look, but decided to tag along anyway...

Chapter 20

We met Mr. Temple at a charming café downtown. He wasn't wearing his uniform, opting for a simple button-down shirt and jacket. He greeted Rachel with a smile and a kiss, then offered her a chair. Laura, who was wearing a chauffeur's uniform took up position at Rachel's side. I said "hello" and shook hands. Temple gave me a sceptical look until he seemed to remember me and nodded.
"You're the outdoor guy, aren't you?"
- Exactly. The outdoor guy. I'm Strider, the outdoor guy.
I grinned stupidly. Temple raised his eyebrow. This was not the right situation for jokes. He turned back to Rachel, his eyes sometimes trailing to her ample chest.
- Anyway. Rachel, I've got news for you.
He leaned forward conspiratively.
- The military has blocked off the entrance to "Dreamland". They built a wall around the area and are keeping watch there all day. Of course, this means that our little trade might suffer.
I interrupted:
- What kind of trade?
He looked at Rachel. She nodded.
- Okay, since the boss says that it's alright, here you are: Rachel and myself have been supplying our finances with a little extra. We are extracting valuable materials and artefacts from "Dreamland", if you know what I mean. However, the army fears that the creatures living beyond might exploit this opening to assault our country. So, they're blocking it off.
Rachel added:
- Which means no more money for us. So, what are we going to do?

Chapter 21

"Honestly, I think that Rachel's mind tricks should be enough to carry us through pension and beyond. However, I also think that we should make it pay for real one last time."
I had to admit that this sounded pretty awful. It had every taste of the "one last time" statements of adventure movies. The last crusade, anyone? On the other hand, we could strike it rich once and for all while also enjoying a true and honest fantasy quest.
"Count me in! How about you, Laura?"
She grinned, flexed her magnificent arm and said:
"Right on!"

We spent the next week preparing. Since this wouldn't be a game, I bought myself a real bow and actual arrows. The guy at the sports' equipment shop gaped as I pulled back his heaviest bow easily. Clearly, archery had become a second nature to me. Laura had bought a new sword, which actually looked like a weapon. She also purchased a new outfit, which was actually less "fantasy-themed" than her old one. This one provided actual protection, including a stainless steel neck-guard, a studded leather top and some breaches made of boiled leather. She also had it reinforced with chainmail. However, she still got it tailored for maximum showing-off.

At last, we were ready. We met the others in the early morning, climbing into our car and squeezing their pointy instruments of death in it. We had decided that using our small one was more subtle than Rachel's limousine.
As we switched on the highway, Temple explained:
"We'll tackle the Hold of Garamash. It's a fortified temple, rumoured to hold the treasures of ages past. It also houses the Eye of Garam, a fabled artefact that is said to give complete knowledge to its bearer."
He was interrupted as Laura stretched, squeezing him against the car door.
- As I said, I think this piece is more than worthwhile. I have several interested buyers, who are willing to offer us the equivalent of a small country's GDP.
- As in Nicaragua?
- As in Switzerland.
- Wow.

Chapter 22

We reached the area by nightfall. At first, everything was calm. However, after a short and very discrete approach, we realised that this place was now being guarded by the army. Where we had entered the place before, a wire fence topped with barbed wire had been constructed. Two steel-frame watch-towers, complete with projectors and night-vision equipment guarded the entrance. The towers were manned by a pair of soldiers.
Temple told me to park the car. We hid it in a small wood close by. Rachel climbed out, her huge breasts showing ample cleavage. She said:
"Okay, Raymond and I will make them open the door. Then you'll get in, and we'll be on our way."
Laura and I nodded.

After a few seconds of getting everybody to"sir" him, Raymond called us. We took our stuff and went in. Soon, we left the searchlights' glare behind us. The stars above us shone brightly, illuminating the area. Around us, the sounds of nature filled the night. We walked on, with me leading the way. Since I was perfectly able to see in the dark, I easily found the shortest path through the tall grass. After two hours of travel, we decided that we had left the guardpost behind us far enough. I quickly found a campsite close to a small stream and set out to build a fire. The girls and Temple set up their tents.
We had a simple dinner I had prepared, then we decided on who was to keep watch. Actually, I didn't need much sleep anymore. For some time now, just resting for an hour or two was absolutely enough. If I slept longer, I was perfectly fine, but if not, no problem either. As a result, I offered to keep watch second and stay on duty until dawn. Temple took the first three hours, taking out a book and lighting his pipe.

As a result, I went to sleep. Well, actually, sleep wasn't the first thing on my mind. I got into the tent, and found my beautiful woman stripped to the waist. She was inspecting her massively muscled upper body.

"It's great to be back, isn't it?"
I nodded. It was.

Chapter 23

She lay on her back, I climbed on top of her. After a few seconds of caressing her, I turned my attention to her snatch. Soon, I was licking her furiously. Around me, the woman of my dreams was quivering with lust. Suddenly, she grabbed me by the shoulders and whispered breathlessly:
"I think I'll need something else now. Come on, please put it in!"
- Alright.
I moved up, pushing my crotch against her snatch. I instantly felt her holding me with her perfect muscles. She started massaging me gently, clawing at my back as I kissed her. I licked her lips, our tongues intertwining. She soon rolled her eyes, I breathed heavily.
"I love you!"
She locked her massive legs around me, smiling blissfully as I tried to lift her large body as I rammed her. Then, suddenly, she started moaning, then howling, then screaming. As I was approaching my climax, my vision fading into ecstasy, I was sadly cut short by a stone being flung against the tent.
"Shut it!"
I gave a surprised shout, Laura came, bucking under me as I tried to regain full consciousness but finally throwing me around. She extended her huge arms, trying to catch me, but I fell over, grabbing at the tent, but to no avail. I tore up the tarpaulin, collapsing the tent.
Laura broke into wild laughter, extricating herself from the wrecked remains of our textile abode. She got up, helped me get back to my feet, and walked over to Temple. He was grinning stupidly, surprised at the amount of chaos he had created.
She grabbed at him, but he ran as fast as he could.
"Get back, you little military shit!"
- Catch me if you can.

Just as I prepared to follow them, Rachel climbed out of her tent. She was wearing a huge black bra, covering her massive knockers. Without her make-up on, she looked quite normal if it were not for her bust.
"What's going on? Orcs?"
- Nope. Practical jokes. Temple was against the physical act of love.
- So he tore up your tent?
- No. We did that ourselves. However, Laura is giving him a good seeing-to right now. Sorry to wake you.
- No problem.
- Just a question: Are you and Temple a couple?
- Not exactly. He's a good friend. I'm quite certain that he appreciates talking to me and that he enjoys my company. However, I don't think that I'm interested, and neither is he. You on the other hand... Let's just say that I don't think you'd be single if you weren't with Laura.

I blushed instantly. Rachel was everything Laura wasn't. Her strange obsession with artificial beauty, her psychological approach to problems and her lack of competitiveness made her the exact opposite. Clearly, slowly turning into an elf had its advantages.

After a while, Laura and Temple returned. Actually Laura returned, carrying a protesting Temple over her shoulder. He tried to free himself, but had already somewhat resigned. She put him down calmly, then said:
"I have decided to take Raymond's tent. Since he broke our tent..."
- I didn't!
- ... he's invited to sleep outside.
- Why? Come on!
- Shut it!
Clearly, the barbarian warrior was once again coming though. I decided to sleep outside. Minutes later, I fell into a deep slumber, no dreams.

Chapter 24

The next day dawned. Around us, golden light shimmered through the trees. I got up silently, calmly assessing the camp. Nothing had happened all night. I had spent the hours in quiet meditation, concentrating on the merest noise. With the exception of some animals, all had been calm that night. I woke up the others and made breakfast. The girls went to the stream to wash themselves. Meanwhile, Temple was studying his maps. He showed me our goal. Some hundred miles away, in a hidden valley in the mountains, lay the temple. The map was a crude affair, drawn on weathered skin. The writing on it was largely unintelligible, implying that it had been created by some kind of savage beast.
As I was examining the road we had to take, there was a scream. Immediately, I ran towards the stream, Temple right behind me. I strung the bow while running, nocking an arrow as I jumped out into the open. Before me, a fight to the death was taking place. Laura had her huge arms slung around the torso of some kind of large snake. The beast was a good 20" thick, with a massive head and jaws full of sharp, pointed teeth. It also had little arms with webbed hands, with which it tried to claw at my girlfriend. Laura had managed to hold the creature in a bear hug, pressing her massive arms together, trying to choke it.
Rachel was close by, trying to escape the brawl. Her long black hair was soaking wet, her face a mask of terror. Laura gritted her teeth, slowly crushing the flailing monster. Suddenly, the beast managed to free itself, turned its head and tried to bite her.
Intuitively, I released my arrow. I struck the creature's eye, felling it. It turned limp in Laura's arms. She dropped it, then proceeded to pull it out of the water. She stood there, her muscles still swollen with effort, smiled at me and said:
"Thank you. This was perfect timing."
I smiled in return. Suddenly, my elf sense tingled.

Chapter 25

I just had enough time to shout a warning for the others and then I quickly disappeared into the undergrowth. Seconds later, a pack of exceptionally large wolves erupted from the forest. On these beasts, several armoured warriors, clearly orcs, armoured in leather and bearing curved sabres were riding. They quickly tried to surround my friends, but they ran back to camp. Laura rushed forth, desperate to