Saturday, October 31, 2009
Previously on The Buffies
Written by Diana | Photo by Cele7110
Ever since the day testing began, we’ve spent almost every minute in the training room. Pushing our strength limits, testing our hidden powers and learning how to control them. The boys monitored our results and were always amazed at the results. We loved pushing ourselves to the limits and reaching new levels in strength & ability. But that soon faded and we became bored. We wanted to go out shopping or enjoy a few hours of swimming or tanning on the sand but Josh kept insisting we stay hidden for now. This was almost beginning to feel like captivity again. Josh knew our frustration since he was captive too, explained how it was in our best interest and we understood why.
Ever since our heroic fire rescue, the daily newspaper had a story about us on the front page. They had titles like: Buffies Save Falling Kitten, Buffies Seen Stopping Bank Robbery, Buffies: Malibu Maidens or Villians? Most of them weren’t true but Buffiemania had hit the town. There have been reported Buffie sightings and tales of our heroic deeds. Some even thought we might be dating celebrities. None of it was true since we’ve been stuck in the mansion.
One of the writers that had been igniting the Buffie frenzy was a reporter named Belle. Last week, in her news column, she invited all the readers to a big Halloween-party.
“…and I especially want to invite the heroic Buffies to this special Halloween party.” We read it and Josh’s expression gave us our answer. “Please don’t ask, please forget about it.” We agreed but these four super powered girls needed to get out. We were going to this party. The question was how?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Written by Diana
We slowly awoke and stretched our arms and legs. No one had the urge to stand up so we laid back down and thought about the happenings from the last weeks, especially yesterday. We began to chat and laugh as the sun rose higher and the warmth spread over our bodies. But soon a snarl interrupted our peaceful world. Taking a quick glace over to Amanda, which giggled because the sound was coming from her stomach. Massaging her bulging abs she said, “I guess I need a big breakfast to stop these sounds.” We laughed and agreed with her. So we got out of our big beds and looked for something comfortable to wear. Skin-tight tops and pants seemed to be the decision. You could see every muscle fiber through our clothes, which made them look painted on our skins.
We walked down to the ground floor. Without high heels, we noticed the perfect control we had over our bodies. If we wanted (and we tested it) you wouldn’t hear any of us move. And so Josh proved this correct as we opened the door to the dining room. His head was in the daily newspaper, thoughtfully reading it. He looked up as he heard the door open and welcomed us with a warm smile.
“Good morning, Ladies. Please have a seat and take what you want to eat. How was your night?” He asked.
We took a seat on the fully loaded breakfast table, grinned and answered, “Good morning, Josh. Yeah we slept very well, thanks. How are you doing?”
“Well I feel great, but I am a little worried about your actions last night. They made you popular in Malibu.” He said and showed us the first page of his newspaper. The large headline read “BUFFIES: MALIBU’S NEW HEROES”. While we ate, we took a look at the article. Meg and Diana choked as they saw it. Josh could read from our faces that we were surprised.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
A packet of pictures showed up on my front doorstep. They were of me in the last few months, in different places, poses and states of dress (or undress). A little note was attached that said:
Hey Wonderful, couldn't keep spying on you without you knowing. Hope you don't mind - Benji-Dude
No wonder he knew where I lived. Between him & Mav, I really need to get better security. Good thing I like the little red-head!
Thanks for the pics Benji, whoever she may be :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Running late as usual as I finally make it to the Bistro. My life seems to be moving at light speed. The office, restaurant, writing, blogging, working out and saving the world leaves me little time to play. Jessica greets me at the door, rolls her eyes and gives me the usual look.
"How long?" I ask her and she points to a table in my special section. There sits Josh with a few empty drinks and a plate of half-eaten appetizers. "What do you think?" she exclaims.
Josh doesn't see me as I walk up and when I get close, he assumes I'm the waitress and orders another drink. The look on his face is priceless when he realizes who it is.
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting and I hope you forgive me." >>
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I've been working with Cele7110 for quite awhile now on my model and am soooooo happy to finally post the post-transformation pics. He did an amazing job on making me look sexy before but get a load of the new Super Meg.
Thanks Cel - You big sweetie, you
Sunday, October 18, 2009
By Cel Vada: Beat writer - The Malibu Sentinel
A most remarkable event occurred last night at the Starlight Restaurant and Hotel on the corner of Fifth and Vine. Sometime between 10:35 PM and 10:45 PM a fire spread from the kitchen up to the first floor of the building. Only a rapid response from the local fire department averted the building being completely consumed in flames.
None of this is exceptional part. What was remarkable happened after the fire was out. Fire Chief Sanders had this to say, “Once we evacuated everyone, my fire team declared the building a hazard—in danger of collapsing. That was when four of the largest, most massive, women you’ve ever seen went into the building against advice.” Multiple eye-witnesses confirm the presence of the unknown women and the event in question. The reports all support that most of the women were close to seven feet in height with one towering over the others at nearly eight feet tall. Eye-witness reports also confirm the overabundant musculature of each woman.
When questioned about why the women were allowed to cross the police line and enter the building, Lieutenant Smith of the Malibu Police Department had this to say, “Look pal, we know how to do our job. You didn’t’ see those women. I wasn’t stopping them. You wouldn’t stop them. I don’t think the army could stop them. Not to mention, it’s a good thing we let them in. Two people are alive today thanks to the prudent actions of myself and my men.”
All indications are that the four women entered the condemned Hotel, found two people alive, and exited moments before the building collapsed completely. Jason Devers—the young man rescued by the four women—had this to say, “Dude, it was righteous awesome. My lil honey and I were done for, and then like these four big buffies came in and like totally got us out of there.”
The fire is believed to have been started in the kitchen as a result of hot grease splashing and being ignited by an open flame. The nature of the grease fire is believed to be the cause of the rapid expansion of the flames through the hotel. This is confirmed by both kitchen staff and Fire Chief Sanders. Shortly after the fire was started kitchen staff pulled the fire alarm allowing for a mostly successful evacuation of the hotel staff and guests. It is still unclear why the two trapped individuals weren’t able to escape with the rest of the hotel population.
All accounts indicate that the four “Buffies” were wisked away in large limo minutes after the rescue. Nothing is known about whom they are or where they came from. All visual databases have thus far come up empty. As we speak, visual mapping software is busy comparing photos taken at the scene with the millions of women on record around the world. It could take weeks before the results come in, and those results could very well be negative. If you have any information contact the editor: firstname.lastname@example.org or myself: email@example.com.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Monday, October 12, 2009
Another night at Meg's Bistro & Inn and we await our latest reservation. Jessica is my gorgeous gym friend that I've hired as Maître d’. She watches as a slightly (and I hate to use this word) dorky gentleman walks in looking very nervous. "Hi, I'm MysteryX and have reservations for 7:00" he says to Jess as she checks the book.
"Hello MysteryX, we've been expecting you. Amanda hasn't arrived yet but would you like a seat at the bar?" He nods and Jessica escorts him to our lavish bar. We stock the finest liquor, wines & beer from around the world. We even have a special vineyard where we make the most delectable wines. It really has a "kick" :)
MysteryX takes a seat as he waits for Amanda. He's a special friend of mine and I go out to greet him, something I try to do with all my customers depending on my time. I know he like the "big" girls so I've taken special care to have a bit of our "special" vintage and hit the fitness center beforehand to pump up.
I walk up to say Hi and he turns around startled. I have that effect sometimes. "Welcome to Meg's, may I call you MX?" He just nods as he stares at my 36" biceps flaring up and down with my hand gestures. His roving eyes cover me head to toe and I can tell he's impressed. They all are. "Well MX, thank you for coming this evening and I hope you enjoy your dinner." I give him a big hug and head back to my office. I feel his eyes sizing me up and down as I exit the bar.
He's still dazing in my direction after I'm gone and his eyes suddenly go even wider. In walks Amanda.
Take it away MX & Amanda! >>
Sunday, October 11, 2009
I may show up from time to time but Meg's Bistro & Inn is a place for your own private intimate encounter. I will set a special table for you and your date where you can live out all your fantasies. Reservations are being taken here.
See you soon, Meg
Note: These are one-on-one collaborative date stories. I set it up but am not involved in the ongoing date. You will need 2 people for a reservation. One of the other Buffies may be interested and you can inquire here.
Mystery X & Amanda
Joshua & Megan
Mr. Thunder & Jewel
Joshua & Belle
Friday, October 9, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Cele7110 is amazing with his portrayal of us and he keeps at it with a stunning wardrobe line-up. It's like paper dolls but a bazillion times better! To start off this fashion show we have Me, Jewel & Diana modeling the latest swimsuit styles.
Sorry Amanda, Kat & Belle who have to miss out but I'm sure Cele7110 will keep at it till all us Buffies are done.
I didn't delete your so-called truth, I left one of the many copies you posted and continue to post. We get it, you don't like her. So friggin' what. We all do and don't want her to leave on account of you. Take your problems elsewhere.
I don't like being called a bitch and I especially don't like threats. I asked you once nicely to stay away, here is my second stern reminder... don't make me do it a third time.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
This is still an audience participation story, but a certain someone made a mean remark towards Belle and she furiously wrote this 2nd part. My offer still stands for a blog battle between Belle and WBL. I promise to make a fair fight out of it. Onto part 2.
She followed the route the bus took, it turned at the kwiki mart there she knew, and as she felt more and more fit instead of tired she decided to carry on, it was 12 miles to the burbs but she seemed strangely empowered and sure of herself, as she was making good time she would keep going. There was the mart and she turned the corner, this was the route as she recognized the road ok so she marched on. It was straight for some distance now and if she was right it crossed a bridge, which she could now see in the distance. As she walked in the cool night air she realized the shops all had their shutters down and most of them were closed or closing, but she was enjoying the experience.
As she continued she could hear someone coming along behind her, their steps keeping pace with hers. She turned quickly and there was no one there, she looked again and there was a figure about a mile back, but they had stopped. Again she heard the footsteps behind her, closer this time and she could hear the heavy breathing of the person and smell his sweat. She spun round again and gasped. There was someone there but about a half mile behind her yet. The figure stopped again and Belle thought of all the warnings about going into certain areas after dark. She dodged into an alleyway and waited to see what happened. The figure began coming on again and as he got closer Belle could hear his heart pounding as well as his breathing which seemed very loud to her. She felt her stomach churn yet at the same time she felt alive as though she owned the whole world. ‘Well’ she thought, ‘bring it on, one of us is going to have a shit night and it ain't going to be me!’
The tv alarm in Belle’s room brought her awake, the early morning news was starting. “Welcome to Sunday AM here in Basin City” the announcer said, “here are the news headlines”. Sunday, Belle thought, what the hell had happened to the weekend? She felt rougher than she had ever before and had a pounding head, she would need some coffee and a juice to waken up. The news was all about some homicide that had happened the previous evening, so Belle put on her dressing gown and stumbled into the kitchen. What the fuck, she thought, what had gone on here? There were empty food and drink containers lying all around. The place was in a mess. Belle went to the fridge for juice, there was a half empty container left. “Gawd that was full on Friday” she said aloud, checking the freezer - it was practically empty. The sods she thought, they have cleared me out. She vaguely remembered meeting someone in a bar, she must have invited a crowd round to her flat. It must have been some party, she didn’t remember it at all.
Belle took her coffee and juice back to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed to check the tv. The story of the homicide was still on, it must have been some event. She turned the sound up to hear it better, a Police spokesman was being asked about the events of the previous night. “Can you confirm” the interviewer asked “that the body that was found this morning was that of Fink Moore, prime suspect in ‘The Very Fat Lady Murders’ case”. Belle remembered them, a serial killer had been stalking the city, killing all the very fat ladies. The word on the streets was that some had been found stuffed full of candies, others had been tied so tight with rope that they had turned into sausages, others had been found set in huge blocks of jello. He always had an alibi for the nights of the killings and the Police had never been able to keep him in custody. The spokesman said the identity of the body had not been established yet. “It has been suggested” the interviewer said “that this killing has all the hallmarks of a vigilante revenge attack”. The spokesman said that there were signs this may have been a vigilante attack, the state of the body for instance suggested that at least 10 to 12 people had been involved, the words ‘Die you Bastard’ had been scratched in the road surface, the sidewalk and on the sides of the buildings, to 20 floors up, and he pointed to the state of the alley, a yard wall at the end had been demolished suggesting that they had access to large caliber weapons. Despite this, he said, the Police were keeping an open mind on the case. Gawd how awful Belle thought. True, if he was a serial killer he probably deserved what he got, but the thought of a dozen or so crazy vigilantes in the area frightened her.
Belle started to tidy up and soon had 2 bin bags full of rubbish from the kitchen, what a wasted weekend this had been. She carried the rubbish down the stairs and left it at the service area, then set out for her walk.
Soon at the park, Belle was looking for a peaceful stroll, but suddenly an old lady ran up to her “Did you see him, did you see him” she asked. The old lady had been mugged, her handbag taken and the culprit had run into the park. Belle told her to call the Police at once, and she would go into the park and look for him. Belle could see no one, but there was a line of bushes along the wall at the opposite side and she walked slowly over to them. Belle thought she could hear someone moving through the bushes and she got the unmistakable smell of leather, it must be the handbag. Belle felt excited now, but she was brought to a halt as she felt her clothes start to shrink! What the fuck she thought, they were getting tighter, she darted behind the nearest bushes and pulled them off before she was crushed, at least that was what it felt like. She had no clothes on now, but she was determined to catch the thief. She ran along the front of the bushes to the other end and waited.
She did not need to wait long, she could hear someone coming, the thief ran into view, what on earth Belle thought, is he a child or a dwarf or something? Belle shouted at him to stop and the mugger looked up at her and dropped to the ground. He was trembling all over and his jaw was wide open. Belle roared at him to hand over the handbag at once, but he just dropped it. The sound of a siren and the squeal of tires announced the arrival of a Police patrol car, thank goodness Belle thought, they can take it from here. Two officers ran into the park, and dropped to their knees. They began firing and Belle could hear the bullets buzz past her head. What the fuck! Belle turned and ran behind the bushes, she barely saw the brick wall behind, she went through it as though it was made from wet tissues. Belle was in the City yard, it was full of dumpsters and skips, she could hide in one of those. These things must be bullet-proof, Belle leapt at one of them.
She found herself floating in space, looking down at the Earth. What the FUCK!!!!!!!! Belle thought. She looked around, she seemed to be alone in the Universe. Belle had never seen a black so black as the sky now, the stars shone with an unblinking light and the earth stretched beneath bathed in a blue haze. Oh God she thought, what great beauty. She wondered now how could she survive here, humans would freeze to death up here or explode in the vacuum of space she had been told, certainly they could not breathe here, yet she felt fine. She began to realize it had not been a wasted weekend after all, something wondrous had happened to her. A sattelite flashed passed and brought her out of her thoughts. Somewhere far below her were her clothes, still lying in the park, she had better recover them. Belle found that if she took things slowly she could control her descent. She entered the atmosphere and lowered herself gently down, taking it easy.
She broke though the layer of cloud and looked for the park. It was not far off but Police helicopters were buzzing round it now, she would have to land somewhere safe and make her way there on foot. Belle landed in a back lot, hoping no one had seen her. She crept along in the shadows getting closer to the park. Catching a glimpse or herself in a window she thought she could pass for a jogger, if she had any clothes on! Belle reached the entrance furthest from all the activity and sneaked behind the bushes to look for her clothes. They were still there, no one had noticed them, and they fitted her again. Brushing the dirt off, Belle went into the park and saw a SWAT team edging towards the hole in the wall. She quickly headed off in the other direction. She would need a bottle of wine now to help her unwind, so she went to the local mall on her way home. The streets were full of very fat ladies, who all seemed to be celebrating something. Belle refused several offers of free donuts.
Back in her flat Belle opened the wine and fished around in the freezer to see what was left. She found a frozen meal and put it in the microwave. She would have to restock the freezer over the next week. Belle took the meal and wine into the bedroom and switched on the tv to catch up with the local news. The Police spokesman was on again talking about the killing of Fink Moore. The body had now been positively identified as that of the prime suspect in the very fat lady murders. The spokesman could confirm that the suspect’s house was being searched, but could neither confirm nor deny that a giant jello mould had been found in the basement, or that the freezer was full of bratwurst.
Belle took a drink, and they were back in the studio, the announcer saying that they were now going to their roving reporter Tricia Takanawa who was at Dallas Park to report on the strange happenings there today. “Are you there Tricia” “Yes, I am here Brad” she said “with Police spokesman Gordon Bennett who is going to tell us of the strange happenings here today”.
Belle looked up and saw it was the same Police guy, he was looking very teed off now. “Can you tell us about the strange happenings here today?" Tricia asked. “Well” Gordon said “earlier in the day there had been a report of a mugging at the entrance to the park, a Patrol Car had been dispatched, and on arriving at the crime scene the officers were told that the suspect had entered the park itself. They gave pursuit, and saw the suspect being attacked by a large hominid or ape-like creature”. What the !!!!!! Belle thought. “Fearing for the safety of the public, the officers opened fire on it, and it disappeared behind the bushes and went through a hole in the wall”. Crap Belle thought, I MADE the hole in the wall! “Can you describe the creature, was it the mysterious Bigfoot” Tricia asked. Belle thought, my feet were not that big! “The officers did not get a clear look at the creature, but they reported that it appeared to be hairless”. Damn right I am thought Belle. “The officers were certain however that the creature had taken someone captive as they both reported seeing a young blonde lady looking at them as the creature vanished. We are concerned for her safety”. ‘Idiots’ Belle thought. “A thorough search was made of the area but the creature and the abductee could not be found”. “Did the robbery suspect not get a good look at the creature?” Tricia asked. “At this present moment in time he is under sedation in a psychiatric ward” Gordon said. Huh, Belle thought, I am not that hideous.
Belle emptied her glass and went to get the bottle. Her meal was cold now so she would have to re-heat it. When she came back they were in the newsroom again. “Sightings of the strange Bigfoot like creature have been reported from all over the city, but none have been authenticated. This Channel is offering $500 for the first authenticated footage of the ‘Beast of the Burbs’ as this creature has been nicknamed”. Oh SHIT! Belle thought.
Belle went to bed and felt strangely happy and confident of what was to come, and slept the sleep of the innocent . . .
Friday, October 2, 2009
Belle, we will call her that for that was her name, was hurrying home from the office, tfi Friday she thought, another week of hassles, which she had sorted out, and not a word of praise from her boss. She would be glad to get out of the stinking city streets to her flat in the burbs where she could chill for the weekend, a noisy bus jolting bus trip home then it was in to the local mall to buy a quick 'TV dinner' and a bottle of wine.
Looking for the stop to see what the queue was like, she noticed a woman walking towards her who stood out from the crowd, not because of her height or the fact she was colored, but because of her width, this lady was large! A bodybuilder, thought Belle, as she looked at her the lady smiled back obviously aware of Belle's attention, before she turned into the lobby of the Taft Hotel. Belle stopped, why was she rushing, she could make the time, it was the end of the week. Belle thought of the moment last year when she had seen a female bodybuilder going into the mall as she was leaving, she had the idea of turning round and following her to speak to her, but carrying her messages she had thought it not a good idea to go trailing through the mall again with all that. She had never seen that female bodybuilder again. Belle had had enough of men, they were always interested in the sex but never a commitment, and she needed something in her life she could get involved. At school Belle had always been attracted more to the cheerleaders than the hairy assed players in the football team, but she had repressed these thoughts. She had missed her chance last year to talk to a female bodybuilder, maybe she could make up for that now. If there was any problems Belle could legitimately say she worked for a publishing house and she was researching for a magazine, ok, they did not publish any bodybuilding magazines, but who was to know?
Belle went into the hotel lobby and saw that the lady was now in the bar, sitting at a table with a juice. Belle gathered all her courage and walked over to the table introducing herself "Hi, I'm Belle, I hope you don't mind if I ask you something?". "Hi Belle", she said, "I'm Nikki, please, take a seat. How can I help you". Belle felt her whole body tingle as she sat opposite Nikki, she had never seen anyone so beautiful as her and she felt strangely aroused and alive. Since that passing encounter last year with a female bodybuilder Belle had found videos on utoob, and links to female bodybuilding sites. She wondered if she could look like that and had found the women strangely arousing, they had amazing bodies with huge muscles, but they could still be feminine and attractive. Now that Belle was sitting next to a real female bodybuilder she felt nervous and excited at the same time. "Well, you probably get asked this all the time, but you are a bodybuilder, aren't you" Belle found herself thinking, what a stupid thing to say, she obviously was! "Well, yes" said "Nikki, what do you want to know?". Belle felt herself shaking as she asked "Where do you train, is it hard work?" - what a stupid thing to say thought Belle, what is wrong with me? "Would you like something to drink" asked Nikki, and Belle was happy to ask for some wine.
Nikki ordered more fruit juice for herself and a glass of wine for Belle. Belle took a sip of the wine and began to feel more relaxed. "I mean, I know you have to lift weights and have special diets, I just wondered how difficult it was". Gawd thought Belle, I am still gibbering, what an idiot I must seem. "Well," Nikki said, "it depends on how far you want to go, if you want to be a fitness or figure person you still need to do the exercises that are relevant to bodybuilding, but you don't have to build huge muscles if you don't want to". "But I do want to" Belle found herself blurting out "I want to be bigger than any other bodybuilder, male or female, and be as strong or stronger than the strongest man . . . but I don't want to use roids or whatever they are called and look like a man myself". Gawd where did that come from she thought. Nikki laughed gently and assured Belle that you did not need drugs to get big, there were other ways. "You look fit tho'" said Nikki "Well I do cycle and I have those weights you use at home, you know those pink plastic things". "That's good, it shows you want to improve yourself. I don't use steroids myself" said Nikki "but I can tell by the way you look at my body that you like what you see." Belle blushed, she did not think she had been that obvious, but she had noticed Nikki's muscles flex and bulge as she did the simplest thing such as lift her drink or move in her chair. "But don't you have to go to the gym every day just to keep the muscles you have got, never mind building new ones" Belle asked? "That is not entirely true, you can spend days in the gym building muscles, but you can take it at your own pace as well, and there are other ways to work on your muscles" said Nikki. "Gawd I would love that" said Belle, noticing that more wine had arrived for her while Nikki stuck with fruit juice.
Belle found conversation with Nikki easy, it had been a year or so since she had been out with anyone since the last man in her life had dumped her, but she was enjoying talking with this female bodybuilder and she found the experience pleasurable, helped by the wine that Nikki kept supplying her with. "What are your plans for tonight?" asked Nikki. "I should really be getting home, but there is no one there anyway, I don't know when the last bus or train is, I should really be away", Belle said feeling very tired and a bit rough. "You can use my room here" said Nikki. "Won't you get in serious trouble having someone in your hotel room" said Belle. "No, there will be no problem with that, we can fit one more in easily" Nikki laughed, helping Belle out of her chair.
Belle slumbered fitfully and her dreams were full of female bodybuilders of all types and sizes moving around her, until the cold of the air conditioning brought her half awake.
Belle found herself lying in a bath full of ice filled with a sweet smelling pink liquid. It wasn't the air conditioner that had awoken her, it was the freezing cold water. In her state it took some moments to realize where she was, there was a note stuck to the wall which read "If you find yourself in a bath full of ice then . . . " Belle screamed and was instantly awake, Oh crap shit shit shit shit shit shit! she thought, the urban legends were true, what a fool she had been, she was a victim of some organ harvesting hustle. How naive to have trusted Nikki, she had simply been recruiting donors for their organs. "Bastards bastards bastards bastards" Belle screamed as her world collapsed around her. What sort of life was she to have now. She must call for help. As she struggled out of the bath her whole body felt weak and feeble, what an idiot she had been. She entered the bedroom, there was no one there of course, Nikki, if that had been her real name, would be long gone now with her kidney or whatever else had been removed. As she looked round the room she noticed a set of clothes laid out on the bed, they must be for a giant she thought, they are huge. As she searched further with her blurry eyes she saw another female bodybuilder standing there, not Nikki but a blonde this time, for a moment Belle thought how hot she looked, a nice face and huge muscles, she was about Belle's height as well but much bulkier. "You bastards what have you done to me" she screamed as she lashed out at the figure in front of her. Belle jumped back in shock as the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces.
She went back into the bathroom and read the note again "If you find yourself in a bath full of ice then . . . ENJOY! Nikki."
Belle went back across to the bed and found to her relief that her handbag was still there, with all her cards, phone and keys intact. She looked in the closets but all her clothes had gone. Nothing for it then but to try the ones on the bed. The panties were a good fit, the 'giant' jeans were a bit tight and showed off her now massive thighs and calves. There was a black T-shirt top which she pulled on with some difficulty, this was a tad too tight and molded to her muscles like a second skin. She watched in amazement as she straightened it and her huge biceps and pecs bounced and flexed. Jeez she thought, I have bigger muscles than the biggest male bodybuilder, never mind the female ones. The sports shoes and socks looked like a large but not 'giant' size and they fitted snugly. Well, at least she wouldn’t have the largest feet in the world! Belle pulled on the hooded sports top and was glad to find it was a loose fit, she did not want to attract attention as she left the hotel. "I will have to go and get a whole new outfit now before I scare everyone with my bulk, looks like the plastic will get some bending now" she laughed. Belle went back to the bathroom, the water in the bath was a dirty brown now and was decidely 'off'. She pulled the plug and let it drain away, and had a last look at herself in the mirror. Her hair had gone into curls, but this helped show off her much thicker neck to perfection. Belle decided she liked how she looked.
Belle made for the door, opening it slowly she put her head round, but there was no one in sight. She could hear room service starting to clear the other rooms so she had better get a move on, she did not want to answer any questions about the mess the room was in. She moved into the corridor and felt something tugging at her sleeve, she looked round and was amazed to see she was so wide she was stuck in the door frame! Note to self, I will have to watch for that she thought as she sneaked to the elevator. No one was around and she made it in without breaking the doors. Belle was about to go to the lobby when she thought she had better play safe, she would come off at the floor above to make sure she could get out without being spotted. The elevator stopped and the doors opened, she looked out anxiously and pulled the hood over her head, but there was no one there. Belle walked along the corridor to the top of the stairs and stopped in amazement. The lobby was full of female bodybuilders most of them even bigger than her. Some were at the desk settling bills while others went straight out the doors. She held back until there was a lull and then rushed down the stairs and towards the exit, all the time expecting to hear someone call her back. But no, she got out onto the street and breathed a sigh of relief.
Belle saw a bus pulling into her stop, so she rushed for it. She squeezed through the doors and gave her pass to the driver. "This is not an off-peak Pass" he said. "Sorry" Belle replied. "This is not an off-peak Pass, you can't use it at the weekends". For fucks sake, Belle thought, she doubted if she had the correct fair in her bag. "You know what, I will just walk" she said to the driver and took her pass back and got off the bus. "It's a 12 mile trip, lady" the driver shouted after her. Idiot!, Belle thought. As she put the card back in her bag she realized she bore little resemblance now to the picture on it. How would she explain her new look when she went in to work on Monday. Maybe she would call in sick.
Belle put on her shades, pulled the hood down tighter, and set off to walk back to her flat in the burbs.
(Profile notes: The pink colour in the bath water was nanocells which have transformed Bell into the female bodybuilder of her dreams.)
Part 2 >>