THE CHANGE
by FP909 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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Sandy looked at herself in the mirror, which was a difficult task
in-and-of-itself considering how she had once looked, and grimaced. She was
only 26 but remembered, quite clearly, how she had looked just a couple of
years earlier before she got married""trim, athletic looking, svelte even. A
couple of years of marriage to the man of her dreams, coupled with her
stressful job as a nurse had taken its toll and she had added a few pounds.
She wasn't overweight by any means, as her husband frequently reminded her,
but she still felt guilt and out of shape. Their sex life had been mediocre as
of late, and she felt responsible because since her husband managed to find
time to keep in tip-top shape she always felt like she lagged behind in bed.

Today would be a new day, however. On a friends recommendation, she was going
to try out this new, ladies-only crossfit gym in town. Well""not new, per se,
it had been around for almost a year but it was new to her. She had heard of
crossfit before and some of the rumors associated with it but her friend
assured her that this place was indeed very very different from any other
crossfit gym, she would see for herself if she went. So she had signed up for
a class, which turned out to be difficult""some were full already and a couple
were actually restricted: "By Invitation Only". She wondered what that meant.

She had taken a couple of days of from work just to recoup and was using one
of the days to check it out in the mid-afternoon. It wasn't too far from where
she lived so it was only a quick drive""she thought about it the entire way
over, however, questions flying through her mind. Will I look dumb? Will
everyone laugh at me for being so out of shape? Nonsense, really, since she
had Facebook stalked the gym and its members and saw a variety of age groups,
cultures, and fitness levels represented, ranging from the average soccer mom
to what looked like super-athletes. She had only done a cursory look-over and
promised later tonight, after the class, she would do another, deeper search
once she had checked the place out.

She wasn't the first one there for class, but there was no previous class
before hers so she stood in corner nervously watching some other girls and
women do some warm ups and chat before class started. Even though they all
seemed like beginners she still felt a little intimidated since she was new
and everyone seemed to ignore her. This all changed, however, when the coach
walked in the room. Immediately, everyone turned to face her to greet her. All
Sandy could do was stare, dumbfounded.

The first thing she noticed about this woman, Alyssa, was that she was
gorgeous. No, not gorgeous, arrestingly beautiful. Her jet black hair was in a
pixie cut, sleek, attractive, a little long but held back by a pink headband.
Her face was almost, but not quite, of Norwegian decent, with a cute nose and
glittering blue eyes, but she had the most luscious lips Sandy had ever seen
on a woman. Of course, below her chin was where she began to see things she
had never seen on any woman before, even on the internet.

It wasn't that she was bulky, but Alyssa was very impressively muscular, more
so than any single member of her gym. There was a chill in the room so she had
come down in a white thermal and booty shorts, but neither could do anything
to hide her statuesque physique. Her shoulders were broad, very broad. "She
might be wider than my husband," Sandy thought to herself. Each looked like
they could easily carry a person straddle across them. They were incredibly
round and stretched the fabric of the thermal easily across the front, which
was filled by her ridiculously developed chest. This was probably the first
thing that made Sandy squirm""she had been witness to muscular chests
before""football players in high school and college, recreational bodybuilders
at her past gyms""but she wasn't quite prepared to see a chest that developed
on a woman. It was quite large""both deep and wide""and she noticed that cold
had caused Alyssa's nipples to become erect (true for everyone else in the
room really, but they all had breasts and it didn't have the same effect),
pointing downward and poking the fabric out impressively. She could tell they
were easily a half-inch long.

Her chest pushed the front of the shirt out enough that resting it wasn't
touching her midsection but as she moved around and breathed""as people are
wont to do""it occasional stuck to her stomach revealing a thick and shredded
six pack of abdominals that would put any man to shame. She couldn't see her
actual back, but her lats flared out to arms that are positively gigantic,
stressing the fabric of the shirt so much that veins pressed through visibly.

Her booty shorts barely covered her muscular butt that was both round and firm
looking, as it barely moved as she moved around. Rippled was more like it. Her
quads weren't shredded but were very muscular with beautiful a beautiful
sweep, and her calves were clearly visible from the front, with even long vein
running parallel along her shin.

In short, Sandy needed to catch her breath when Alyssa walked in, and walked
up to her.

"Hi! Sandy, right? I'm Alyssa," she stuck out a manicured and feminine looking
hand. It was not lost on either woman that each ran their eyes up and down
each others body""not sizing each other up but definitely lingering longer
than a cursory up and down.

She took the other woman's hand""it wasn't much bigger than her own, a little
calloused but still soft, but very strong. "Right! That's me!" she giggle
nervously. "Cool! So glad you could come in, we love having new faces here!
I'll tell you what"" since you came via a really close friend, I'll give you
some private coaching right now just so you can see how this will go. The
class can go on by themselves after I get them started, I'll just grab one of
my interns from upstairs to help them along, OK?"

It was fine with Sandy, so quickly Alyssa ran upstairs and returned with a
very muscular girl who couldn't have been more than 16, gave her some brief
instructions while pointing at the workout on the wall, and left her the
class. She put her arm around Sandy's shoulders and guided her into a smaller
workout room that was divided in half""rubber mats lined one wall while the
other half was wooden floor in front of a wall of mirrors. The rubber half had
a smattering of weights and some racked bars, as well as a couple combo
power-rack/pull up stations.

"That was Cori""she's my star student and one of my interns," Alyssa
explained.

"Wow, really? How old is she, she looks amazing!" Sandy asked.

"Doesn't she? She's probably the next muscular girl here, after me, of course.
She definitely puts on quality muscle very quickly""she's only sixteen though,
otherwise I would hire her. Crazy, really, she has only been here about a
year. You should have seen her before""she was normal, but now she's the star
of three varsity teams at her school and definitely can outlift most of the
guys there too!"

"Wow, only a year? You must be some kind of miracle worker! But I don't know""
I'm not sure if I quite want to look like you or here""don't get me wrong it's
hot but ... "she blushed as she said this.

"I'm flattered, really! And I understand, it's not for everyone, but don't
count it out! A lot of my most advanced women felt the same thing, but now
they find it ... empowering to be as strong or stronger than the men around
them, to be able to carry themselves differently and be proud of what they
worked hard for. My advice? Keep an open mind. That's why you're here, isn't
it?"

"Yes, I guess so," she agreed.

"Besides""I kind of like having biceps like these!" and with that she flexed
up her arm and a huge peak rose up, further stretching here sleeves, looking
not unlike the arms of Michelle Russell or Maroldo. Sandy, of course, gasped
audibly. She had never seen an arm like that on a woman. Alyssa giggled.

"Yep, that's about right! 18 inches of rock hard muscle. And between you and
me""I don't show girls this on the first time but you seem different""I hated
wearing bras when I was younger, and now check this out!" She lifted up her
shirt, showing off her abs but also bearing her incredibly muscular chest for
Sandy to see""it was completely devoid of breast tissue, entirely, and was
both more masculine than any man's chest yet completely feminine. She dropped
her shirt again.

"Pretty cool huh?" Sandy was mostly speechless.

"Um, wow. That was amazing! This is kind of silly, but is it OK if I touch
your chest?"

Alyssa guffawed loudly before covering her mouth in mock embarrassment. "Well,
Okay, but ONLY because you asked!" Sandy reached out and palmed Alyssa's right
pec""it was warm to the touch, and soft but also firm, very firm. She jumped a
little bit as the muscle beneath started to bunch and roll as Alyssa flexed
her chest, pushing her hand back a little bit in the process, and harder than
anything she had ever felt on her husband. She quickly removed her hand,
startled.

"See, isn't it nice to have an open mind?" Alyssa giggled with a wink.

"Um ... .ya, definitely ... " said Sandy, in a bit of a daze. "By the way, how
did you get this whole thing started, anyway."

"Well that's easy, but kind of long you don't want to hear that story ... "

"Oh, yes I do!"

"OK fine! Well when I was sixteen I used to play a lot of soccer, in a league
but also in pick up games after school. I was pretty muscular then but I hated
showing it off. One day a friend of mine decided to get me to flex in front of
everyone and they all loved it""I was pretty embarrassed but she really was
obsessed with my biceps back then. Everyone else went home but she asked me to
stay and see more and led me to a shed behind the school where we couldn't be
noticed""I had no idea what she was going to do""and after a few moments of
feeling my arms she started kissing me. One thing let to another and we were
basically having sex in the shed behind the school. I'll never forget my first
time, or the way she adored my arms and was really the first person to be
interested in my pecs, back then. Needless to say, I had a lot of questions
after that but later embraced my sexuality and muscularity"" three years
later, here we are!"

"Wait, so you're only nineteen??"

Alyssa laughed again. "Not usually the question people first ask but yes, I'm
nineteen. And yes, I am a lesbian""but you don't need to be uncomfortable.
Kind of the mantra of the gym and why it's all women. We're here to do work
AND to admire each other. Everyone here has something we can appreciate," she
said with a twinkle in her eye and licked her lips, "including you."

Sandy shivered again, though she wasn't cold. "Wow, that's amazing."

"You could say that! I would probably be the top woman in crossfit had I any
interest in competing and wasn't involved in other sports""I do a little
kickboxing and MMA on the side, as well as coaching some high school teams
nearby."

"Wow, you really do it all, don't you! Actually, do you think we could get
started?"

So Alyssa walked her through the beginner workout. Sandy marveled at how
easily she was able to do push ups and pull ups, they seemed like nothing to
her. She found out how hard the 500 meter row, 40 squats, 30 sit ups, 20 push
ups and 10 pull ups felt like and was gasping for breath at the end, although
she had done kneeling push ups and pull ups with multiple bands for decreased
resistance. It took almost 10 minutes but she got it done, finishing by
falling on her back, lying down, to catch her breath.

"So, what do you think?"

"Oh my god! That was so hard! How do you guys do this every day??"

"Lots and lots of practice," chuckled Alyssa.

"Well, we're all finished up here ... will you be coming back to join us
soon?"

"I think so! It's a little scary but ... it might be worth it for me."

"Good! Because I have to get a little work done tonight, kind of stressing
right now, but here's my cell phone number if you have any more questions,"
she said, jotting her number down on a scrap of paper. "Don't hesitate to ask
me anything you want!"

"Sure! What are you stressing about, anyway?" "Oh it's nothing ... it's just
that I'm in this big fundraiser even coming up in a couple of weeks""it's for
my MMA gym""and I'm supposed to be part of the headlining fight if we could
find someone for me to fight; no body wants to fight me, man or woman," she
sighed.

"I can't imagine why," Sandy said, voice playfully laced with sarcasm. "What a
coincidence, though, my husband used to do some fighting before we settled
down, now he just does it when he has time, but maybe he would be down, I can
ask if you want?"

"Ya that would be great! Wait, he's not smaller than me is he? That would look
bad ... "

"No he's a pretty big guy, I guess ... " She trailed off, her eyes roaming
Alyssa's rock hard physique. Alyssa noticed and winked, flexing one of her
biceps a little bit, the peak rising up and threatening to tear the fabric.

"Yeah ... I'm quite the physical specimen. That one was for the road."

"I'll uh ... make sure to ask him, definitely! OK I'll see you later!" Sandy
hurried out of the gym before she embarrassed herself, jumped in the car and
started the short drive home. What was going on? She felt so stupid the way
that she was staring at that young woman's body""granted, it did deserve a
good stare of three but she was dying to see it again and would probably
return tomorrow with the hope that she might get to see Alyssa in some
skin-tight top that showed off those arms which OH MY GOD were bigger and
better than her husbands. The usually 20-minute drive took 40 minutes because
she was so in her own head, obsessing over this new girl crush that she missed
her house and kept driving away from it, not realizing for ten minutes that
she had overshot her destination.

When she finally got home she burst through the door to find her husband,
Gary. Gary was a fairly good looking guy, about 5'11" maybe 200 pounds on a
good day, in really good shape, and she nearly tackled him.

"Babe, BABE oh my gosh it was amazing I have to go back! I'm signing up for
this gym oh and do you want to do a charity fight?"

"Slow down, slow down!" chided Gary, extricating himself from her arms.
"What's going on?"

"OK well there's this new all-girls crossfit gym and there's this AMAZING
trainer there and I really want to keep going. Oh, and she's having a charity
MMA fight and would you want to do it? Against her?"

He did a double take"""Why would you want me to fight against a girl, that's
such a silly match up, I'd destroy her!"

Sandy bit her lip. "No, I don't think you would, you don't understand. Gary
her arms are bigger than yours, she said they're 18 inches! And she's only
19!!"

Gary almost choked""there was no way a 19 year old girl could have 18 inch
biceps. His arms were only 16 and he was a pretty in shape dude. "That can't
be true, what is she, some kind of dyke?"

Sandy glared at him. "Don't be rude. And in fact she's a very beautiful girl,
you'll see, if you do it. What, are you afraid?"

"Easy, easy babe! No, I'm not afraid, just a little surprised, I guess. But
OK, I'll do it"" good thing it's in a couple of weeks I'll need to brush up on
my skills, you know."

Instantly her demeanor changed, and she was bright and cheery once more,
throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek.

"Thank you thank you! I know she'll be super glad to finally get the event
going they were getting really close!" She stretched her arms and yawned.
"Man, I'm exhausted""I'm gonna hit the shower and go to bed, I'll see you
there big boy!"

That night they had the best sex they had had in a couple of years. Weirdly,
at some points images of Alyssa out of her head, and even before falling
asleep she couldn't stop thinking about the teenage girl who seemed to have
wiggled her way into Sandy's brain.

Meanwhile, at her apartment over her gym, Alyssa relaxed on the couch after a
long day of training and coaching. She sat in the candlelight, reading a book
and sipping wine, but her mind wandered. She couldn't stop thinking about that
beautiful woman that showed up to the gym that evening""Sandy, was her name?
She wondered.

Alyssa knew she had a bit of a reputation around town, one that wasn't
unfounded. There were other all girl gyms across the country, but none were as
unique as hers. As a result of her ... early encounter back in high school she
had begun to explore her different sexuality. As she grew stronger and more
muscular, and her athletic prowess along with that, she decided to start a gym
but found that many of the women and girls that joined seemed just as
interested in her as they were in training, and she also in them.

You see, she had managed to turn a few dozen women over to the other side, in
encounters not dissimilar to the one she had had with Sandy, though none of
those seemed to persist past a couple of weeks. Many of the women in her gym
dated each other, while others (who were previously taken) divorced and
searched for women more their type, not that Alyssa wasn't. She was more
alluring and beautiful and any other they had met. She supposed it didn't help
that she lived a rather solitary lifestyle outside the gym, and that didn't
bother her. She liked working with people and helping them to better their
lives and their health but at the end of the day she enjoyed unwinding and
relaxing.

But she was indeed aware of the many ruined marriages and relationships she
had caused""that couldn't be helped. She took what she wanted when she wanted,
and there were few who would tussle with her in any attempt to stop her. Built
at she was, she was a lot stronger than she looked and prided herself in her
physique that was in many ways both masculine and feminine.

It was then that she decided that Sandy would be hers""not just in the short
term, but for life. In the coming weeks she knew how Sandy's body might
respond to the new workout regimen and she had Facebook stalked the woman,
seeing pictures of how she had been in college. She had been fit then and
would definitely surpass that physique even now, with her help. No doubt she
would try and fight the transition but given her response earlier in the day,
how she had very nearly drooled when viewing her physique, that it might not
be that difficult after all.

She chuckled to herself. In these cases, the legal battles were always the
hard ones.

She was so lost in thought that it had gone past her bed time. She got off the
couch and headed to her bedroom, stopping to admire herself in a full-length
mirror along the way, checking out her Adonis-like physique reflected at her.
It was customary for her, stemming from her high school years at the request
of her first girlfriend, to remain topless in private areas. Back then, even
though she had a little breast tissue left, her lover had repeatedly begged
for her to have her shirt off behind closed doors so that she might enjoy her
torso free of the constraint of cloth. Now, she had no need of bras or any
other support, her pectorals as thick as a man could hope for, an upper body
so perfect that many a time she contemplated traveling to the beach and
attempting and entire day topless in public.

She probably wouldn't get very far given her incredibly feminine and beautiful
face and the daintiness of her joints and hands. Regardless, she was looking
forward to a new challenge. Her latest conquest, Cori (and also her youngest)
had proved to be her start student and had packed on more mass than anyone she
had ever seen before, other than herself. And although they both loved each
other very much and enjoyed the hard feel of each other's bodies against each
other (especially bouncing their pecs against each other's chest) they both
decided it best to seek out other conquests. They could both have any woman
they wanted and though they passionately wanted each other they knew their
lives would not always remain in this town and that Cori would eventually
leave to a great college on a full athletic scholarship (she had multiple
offers from schools for multiple sports).

Therefore, though they still trained together and fooled around, they
officially separated and Cori, now identified as bi-sexual, had many partners
at her school that she made very happy and, well, Alyssa remained alone for
the moment, despite the offers of many to set her up with partners, she
intended to find one her way and on her terms. It seemed that an opportunity
had finally presented itself in Sandy.

In bed she lay with her eyes closed, remembering the feel of Sandy's smooth,
soft hands on her bare chest and abs. How those same hands didn't have a
chance to wrap around her own huge biceps, an inch for every year she had
alive, no mean feat for a 19-year old girl. It didn't take long for her to
reach orgasm""she had sex sparingly these days and her training (and some of
the drugs she took) made her extremely horny.

All told, an eventful day for both women, whose dreams were filled of muscles
and sex, and hopes for days to come.

The fight was scheduled for three weeks away which gave Gary plenty of time to
brush up on some skills he thought he might need to use, Sandy time to get
more crossfit under her belt, and Alyssa ample time to woo Sandy using her
usual means, though it might take a little extra effort in this case, given
the young marriage.

The next day Alyssa woke up with a fire in her belly""though she couldn't be
sure if it was actually hunger, so she headed to the kitchen to get her
breakfast in. Alyssa's days were pretty routine at this point, though she
enjoyed every minute of it. She started early, five a.m. usually, to get her
first training session in before the first class of the day, prefaced by a
quick meal of egg whites, nuts, and a bit of toast so she could have energy
for her workout. As she leaned on the counter waiting for her eggs to cook she
jumped as a bit of oil jumped onto her bare skin, forcing her to move a little
farther away or put on a shirt, finally. She sighed and figured that she might
have to put on one eventually but usually enjoyed her topless workouts, before
people got in, in her back room.

She mulled it over briefly, lost in her thoughts until she was jolted by the
toaster popping. She hadn't actually done anything yet so she quickly scarfed
down her food before throwing on a pair of booty shorts, some socks and her
weightlifting shoes before going downstairs to her gym's back room. Before
putting the rest of her clothes on she went to the sound system in the corner
and plugged in her iPod to get some music flowing""she loved starting her day
with classical music and training to it, and one of her favorites came on:
Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto. She smiled to herself and took her time
with her shoes and with her stretching, knowing that she had about two and a
half hours before her first class to get her squat cycle done ... and to put a
shirt on.

As the strains of the orchestral score played over the speakers she deftly and
purposely warmed up her hips and legs, stretching everything that she needed
to work to prevent injury. She especially loved watching her physique in the
mirror as she moved, muscles and sinews rippling under her slightly tanned
skin. She wasn't "contest ready" as it was known, and therefore wasn't covered
in veins. She needed her energy to train and had a slim layer of fat covering
her physique proof that she was well fed, but not well fed enough that it
wasn't painfully obvious how well trained she was.

As she finished her warm ups she stood up and admired physique in the
reflection"" for whatever reason her abs look extra pumped today, six thick,
separate muscles that were deep enough to lodge a dime in, a few veins
spidering down into her shorts. Her legs looked extra good today, though not
pumped yet, and her quad sweep showed great separation. She turned to the side
slightly to get a look at her butt which was looking GREAT lately, she
thought. All this squatting had done her good""she bounced up and down on her
toes a few times as a test, and her glutes pass with flying colors as neither
side shifted in the least bit, firm as they were.

But she had to get to work, that bar wasn't going to squat itself""but not
before a look at her pecs as she went up close to the mirror and flexed her
chest as hard as she could, the thick muscles bunching and rolling as she put
as much effort as she could. As she looked at the deep striations that
crisscrossed her pectorals she couldn't help but feel that faint ghost of
Sandy's hands roving briefly across her bare skin, remembering the feel of her
longish nails as she probed the unyielding chest before her, remembering how
she almost pouted when Sandy deftly avoided grazing against one of her
nipples. She felt a warm feeling in her belly and moaned, and then felt a warm
liquid dripping down the inside of her thighs. Ugh, it sucked being so horny
all the time with no release, she had just orgasmed all over her training
clothes ... unfortunately it felt too good to ignore and she let the orgasm
take over as she fell to the mats with pleasure until the feeling subsided.

She lay for a moment on her back and sighed, rolling up from her back and
grabbing a random towel from last nights session with Sandy""before using it
to wipe herself down she pressed her nose to the towel, which still had a
faint whisp of the perfume Sandy had been wearing before wiping down her inner
thighs and inside her panties before mentally preparing herself for today's
lifts.

The Smolov squat cycle is advertised as one of the hardest, if not THE
hardest, training protocols out there and she was running her second one in a
row after making amazing gains. They recommended that only advanced squatters,
men usually attempted it with an approximate max of over 385""she so that's
when she started it. After the first cycle she had raised her max by 90 pounds
and had maxed out at 475 at a bodyweight of 162, which was a ridiculous feat,
world-class at any rate. After a week or so off she opted to do the cycle
again and already during the cycle she had already surpassed her recent max
and was gunning for a huge gain, 550. But that wouldn't be for a little while
yet and she was content.

Today's workout was short and light, only a few sets of doubles and triples
all in excess of 400 pounds, though not by much. She was feeling refreshed and
powered through all the sets easily, up and down, ass to grass, with form that
would make even the best lifters stop and stare, regardless of how much weight
she had on the bar, which was bending over her broad shoulders as she closed
her final set at 445. As she re-racked the bar she heard a loud knock on the
door and jumped up, forgetting that she had invited Cori in early for a little
"extra" work. She walked to the door, unlocked it, and was met with the strong
embrace of Cori's large, beefy arms, their pecs mashing into one another
before the pulled apart slightly, gazing into each other's eyes. Alyssa was
faintly aware of Cori's light lavendery scent while Cori was abundantly aware
that Alyssa had just lifted, the front of her tee now damp with Alyssa's
sweat.

They were about even in height so all Cori had to do was lean forward a little
into Alyssa's full, sweet lips that tasted faintly of salt from her sweat. The
sweet kiss became probing as they explored each other's mouths after months of
abstaining. It didn't take long for them to abandon the front entrance, Alyssa
quickly locking the door and closing the shutters as they worked their way to
the back room again, Alyssa tearing off Cori's shirt as they passionately
kissed, falling to the mats and too overcome by lust to care that they were on
the dirty floor.

Cori pulled away. "Mmmm I missed that," she whispered, "It's been so long
since we last--"

"I know," Alyssa breathed, "God that felt so damn good!"

"I know, I've been practicing," Cori winked.

Alyssa laughed. "Word on the streets is that you've got everyone wrapped
around your finger at school?"

"The rumors are all true," Cori smiled as she sat up, pulling a measuring tape
out of the seam of her shorts. "Anyway, I have a surprise for you ... remember
how a while ago I said I was going to beat you out in biceps?"

"Yeah, totally!"

"Well, I thought you'd like to see for yourself, how's that sound? I think I'm
pretty close""but if I win I get to do something for you."

"Hm..that seems fair, but what if I win?" Cori winked lasciviously. "Well I
guess IF you win you can do whatever you want with me, but you have to win
first. Go ahead and throw up a bicep girl, let's see what you've got."

Alyssa had a little upper body pump going on and was kind of glad she could
get a measurement in""she flexed her bicep fast and hard, her peak rising high
along with her delt, the muscle more of a conical shape than round thanks to
the presence of a strong split that showed off her insane development, one
muscle in the bicep rising over the other. Cori wrapped the tape around the
biggest part of her arm.

"18.5""not bad girlie!" She stroked the large vein that snaked over the top of
the bicep like the Great Wall of China, the sensation of the one finger on her
sweat-covered skin causing Alyssa to shiver with excitement. Cori pulled the
tape free and tossed it at Alyssa. "My turn! You ready?"

"Sure! Show me what you got!" "OK you ready?" Alyssa had already wrapped the
tape around Cori's waiting arm when Cori flexed it hard and fast as well, the
tape jerking through Alyssa's fingers as Cori's bicep rose into a hugely
impressive peak. She glanced into Cori's eyes with a smirk.

"Looks like I win for now, 18.5 for you too."

"Not so fast, why don't you take another look." Alyssa looked back at the tape
which had reeled out again while she had looked away, the tape now reading 19
inches, the peak even more pronounced than on Alyssa's arm.

"Wow! Well then""I guess you win, it's so amazing how far you've come, and now
your arms are 19 inches at 16 years old!"

"I know," beamed Cori, "and THIS means that I get to give you a little
surprise! Why don't you take off those shorts and hop up on that bar there and
I'll show you what I have planned."

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