Here's a new story from me & Belle to you. It promises to be HOTT so we hope you enjoy.
I had just come home from a workout when I got a surprise call from Belle. She sounded distraught and needed a place to stay for awhile. I didn't ask why and offered her my place to crash. The apartment is kind of small (and very messy) but I'm always there for a friend in need. Besides, it would be fun to have a roommate for a few days.
Now, I haven't known Belle for long but we've become good friends fast. She is awesome and we have so much fun together... sometimes too much fun. How much trouble could we possibly get into?
We both share a passion for muscles, trained together a few times and even traded secrets on how to get stronger. It's almost become a friendly contest on who can get the biggest.
When she shows up at the door, I'm amazed at how great she looks. She's added some muscle mass since I last saw her, even her breasts look bigger. I would be jealous if I hadn't grown too. She drops her bags and gives a big hug. It lasts longer than a normal "hello" hug and I can tell something is bothering her.
I show her to my 2nd bedroom which I've been using as a home office. It has a futon which makes a great make-shift bed for visitors. She plops down and begins to cry. Something is definitely wrong. I hate to pry and will let her tell me when she's ready. In the meantime, I put my arms around her and hold her tight.
I start to feel a little dizzy the longer I hold her but shake it off. Does she feel more muscular? Belle gets up and the dizziness fades. My god, she does look bigger.
She starts to dry her eyes and looks at me. "Meg, there's something I need to tell you"... >>