Really ? Chapter V - Epilogue

Tom was huffing and puffing while climbing his building’s stairs. “I really should have bought my flat in a building with elevator!” He thought. He was stuffed with all his luggage and was on his second ride, hopefully the taxi driver helped him load out in the entry hall. He figured why Lucie had refused to come get him at the airport, she wanted to surprise him with her body, but still, he would have liked her help. It wasn’t his physical shape, as he could train in Brazil. But this late spring was quite hot and travel had tired him, 24 hours without sleep.
He paused on landing, dropped his bag and wanted to open the door.
“Huh?! Closed? Though she told me she would be there…”
He took his keys and opened. The living room was in dark shadows, city’s light producing a slight glow. His right hand fumbled for the light switch, and turned it on. He was about to grumble against the bulb when it lit straight on, filling room with its white light.
“Ah!”
He moved his stuff inside and closed the door.

His trip to Brazil went well. It’s been long, laborious, and hard for him at times to be understood. But he was coming back happy. Though at first, it has been torpid, he took his plane three days late because of storms, which delayed a meeting there. Then some equipment got stuck with a late shipping of a week. Finally, some technicians weren’t up for the task, lacking some base knowledge, so he had to train them quickly, because Tom could not stand doing things without understanding. Put together, those delays made him stay an extra month. They were done with Rio and Tom had teach the next project leader who had to take care of Sao Paulo.
He had not played tourist there much, just getting a few bath on Rio’s shore, with a little trip to Sao Paulo as well, and keeping on training twice a week. He had been there for work not fun.

He was standing dumbly in his living, not knowing where to start. “Order my bags? Look for Lucie? Go to sleep?” He was at this state of thinking when he heard a sound coming from his bedroom.
“Lucie?” He called.
No answer, he walked toward his room, opened the door. It was dark and he could just hear a weak breathing. He turned on the lights to take a look.
He had a freeze, like when a software struggle to process data. He stopped here without moving, trying to grasp the enormity facing him. Lucie was sitting, legs straight, on his bed, almost naked but a thong and keeping balance with her arms. He focused on her face to gather his thoughts. She had let her hair grow and they were cascading in slight curls around her face, which looked thinner with cheekbones more visible. Her emeralds eyes were vibrating with glee to see him. Catching his breath, Tom stepped closer and let his eyes wander on Lucie’s body.
Her delicate face was resting on a bull neck, traps bulging chin high into two enormous globes and joining with titanic ripped shoulders. Her gorgeous C cup breasts were there, perking on huge beasty pectorals, thick, powerful, striations visible under her skin, and any breath intake were pumping them against her cute chin. Under those meaty pecs were the biggest abdominals’ valley he had laid eyes on, he could see each of the eight muscles, billiard ball sized, and fighting for room. Her powerful obliques were linking those abs to majestic lats, ready to spread like wings, which pulsed and bulged monumental arms apart. Those arms, by the way, were exploding with muscles in every direction under her chest pressure, her triceps jutting, a big vein running along the biceps.
His gaze went down, he guessed huge gluteus but could clearly see her thighs. He thought he could hide behind them, as big as they were, her knees looking puny in comparison, Tom thought he’d need both his arms to wrap around those. Muscle definition in her legs were astonishing. And her calves were as big as soccer ball, rubbing each other as she crossed her legs.
Lucie let him look, at first amused, and then worried as he’d been remaining silent for a good minute. “Did I went too far?” She thought. Tom came closer again, sat on his knees and put a hand on her ripped shoulders.
“What… Who… How…?” He mumbled, feeling her muscles with his fingers, hard as steel, and she wasn’t flexing. She smiled.
“Hello Tom.” She said amused and reassured, because she saw a nice bulge starting in his pants.
He stared at her for a moment, mouth agape, before kissing her lovingly. The kiss lasted for minutes during which Tom caressed and felt her muscles. It was like touching steel with a silk skin. Lucie stepped back gently.
“Look.”
She stood up, each of her moves sending waves of muscles dancing, she stood in front of the bed and flexed all her body muscles in a most muscular pose. Her traps solidifying into two huge granite globes, her biceps colliding with her pecs, her head surrounded by a wall of muscle fibers which danced under her pale skin.
Tom was shocked, his vision went blurry and tiredness of his trip got the better of him, he fainted.

He opened his eyes slightly panicked and watched where he was. He was on his bed, naked, a glorious sun was lighting his room. He blinked a few times to get accustomed to this brightness and tried to recall what happened.
Images of an engorged in muscles’ Lucie flashed, a hard on starting at that thought.
“I must have been dreaming, she can’t be that big.” He said to himself while dressing.
He went into the living room, Lucie was there eating a gargantuan breakfast. She was wearing a skin tight sleeveless t-shirt and Thai pants, supposedly ample which was only loose below her knees.
“Seems like I didn’t dream.” He said smiling.
He kissed her tenderly. She purred while he was sitting, pulling his chair to get him closer.
“Sorry for last night… I… I was drained and…”
“I know… I know. And I changed quite a bit.” She said laughing, which flexed her pecs and traps. Tom was in a trance.
“You say!” He managed to say. “That’s crazy… How much you…”
“Dunno, your scale stops at thee-hundred pounds.” She said casually and flexing a biceps bigger than her head. It had to be close to twenty-seven inches.
Tom almost choked on his bread. He drank a sip of coffee, gulped and observed that muscle mass.
“Oh my… You… You’ll keep on growing?” He asked.
“Dunno… You’d want me to?”
“Not sure… I mean, you already surpassed anything I could imagine, and you are certainly the biggest and strongest woman in the world. I… Can’t ask for more.” He said while lurking at her relaxed arms. He kept on in a whisper. “And you are already so sexy that I…”  End of sentence being barely hearable.
Lucie laughed, stepping closer and kissing him tenderly.
“Ok. I stop there then.”
“And how much do you…”
Again she guessed the question and answered right away.
“1680 pounds bench press, 2450 lbs. squats, 3230 lbs. deadlift and 1280 on curl…”
She watched him while she was saying those numbers, he was stupefied.
“How is that…? Possible…?”
“With that silly!” She said standing up from her chair and flexing her chest, tearing sound could be heard. “Fuck, that t-shirt wasn’t two weeks old… I’ll have to go check with Lili.”
Tom had observed those waves of muscles engorging her head.
“Lili?” He asked trying to refrain an urge he had to jump on her.
“The ‘Mortadem’ saleswoman, where I buy my clothes. A cute little gothic girl, who thinks I’m a goddess, I believe.”
“I so understand her… You are divine.”
“Flatterer!”
They laughed heartily, and Tom started to clean off breakfast.
“If you want to stop growing, you should stop eating that much.”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m hungry. And I got used to eat a lot…”
She came with him in the kitchen and did some household together. Tom groping and caressing her huge muscles any chance he had, Lucie playing the game by flexing where he was touching. And while they were wiping-up dishes, he asked casually.
“Tell me, Lucie… Would you like stopping that colocation and fully move in with me?”
She almost dropped her plate, put it down and wrapped her huge arms around Tom, squeezing tight, too tight.
“Of course I’d like!!”
“Arrrrgggg, you’re crushing me!!”

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