THE CHANGE Part 2 by FP909 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest *** The Below is an extended segment from this story, written for us by the incredible author FP909, whose other stories you can read on DeviantArt, as well as on Patreon (https://www.patreon.com/fp909). For the Full Story of "The Change (Part 2)", please visit our Member's Section at Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com), OR purchase it individually with our site's Newly Updated Format. Thanks all, and as always, I hope you all Enjoy! *** ********** Alyssa grabbed her travel bag from the back of the taxi and also Sandy's bag with her brawny arms as they walked together into the hotel at a Bahamas resort. They were there for the week, an impromptu vacation after a few stressful weeks of work and training for Alyssa, and months of work stress and stress at home for Sandy. Ever since she had started training regularly with Alyssa their relationship had bloomed and often went over the line that separated "friend" and "lover", which itself came with an attitude shift noticeable enough to her husband that he became a little suspicious of all the time she was spending at the gym. So the two had conspired to go on a week-long vacation and, though Sandy had told him the truth about where she was going, she never let on that she was going with Alyssa, who had told everyone that she was flying to Texas to visit family. They had left the gym in good hands with Cori and were excited to spend some time away from the daily grind. As they checked in they received more than their fair share of stares. Sandy had added mass and was starting to look like her old athletic self again and, of course, Alyssa looked absolutely huge with her bodybuilder physique. Both had shed their t-shirts in the car and were wearing bikini tops and shorts and giggled to themselves as they heard the comments of the other vacationers around them. They were certainly quite a sight. Once settled in their room, they finally had a moment alone. They had a balcony with an amazing view but nothing comfortable to sit in, so using their more than impressive strength they moved the couch across the suite and in front of the large bay doors, content to cuddle and enjoy the warm, salty air blowing in. Topless, of course. After a few minutes Sandy sat up. "You know, I wonder." "What is it?" "This is silly, but you gave that rousing speech a few weeks ago to the new night class, it was kind of like a movie. I wonder if it stuck with anyone." "Well," she said, sitting up and putting her arms along the back of the couch, "I didn't really mean for them to do anything, but I guess it was a pretty good speech. I wouldn't be surprised if they took it literally and actually did something besides fitness stuff. Not that it would be bad for us!" "You're right, I guess. And. Well,I kind of feel a little bad for being here with you. I mean, not really, but I feel like my marriage is getting worse by the day. He's so suspicious all the time." Alyssa nodded. "But have you guys been having sex?" "Oh yeah. Mind blowing sex! He loves all the stuff that I can do now that I'm stronger but I guess he's upset that I show up so late at night all the time." "Well, maybe it's good then that we're taking this little break - we can all cool down a little bit from everything and when you get back maybe you can talk with clearer heads." Sandy rolled over and straddled Alyssa. "I think you mean the two of us will heat up while we're here." She leaned forward and kissed Alyssa. "I think the two of you need to have a serious talk about a threesome. I know he's a little afraid of me and all, but I think I have some skills he would really enjoy." "Chrissy" BANG. Chrissy jumped in the passenger seat and her boyfriend's car shook and swerved as a tire blew on the freeway. He gripped the wheel in a slight panic to keep the car from skidding out of control, until he was able to guide the car to a stop on the soft shoulder. "Well, shit," he said, leaning back in the chair and putting his hands on his head. "This is a brand new set of tires and all I have is a donut. Well, might as well put the top down and you can just relax while I change the tire." She stretched her arms overhead and yawned, feigning the back end of a nap. The reality was she had been awake for quite some time but had pretended to still be asleep for almost a half hour, not really wanting to talk that much. They were on the way back from a weekend at a woodland cabin with some friends, something the young, twenty-somethings did regularly, but this year was different. After Chrissy had found the all-ladies crossfit gym in town, many things in her life had changed, priorities shifted. And this weekend she saw she really didn't share anything in common with any of them, least of all her boyfriend. All the drinking and terrible eating, things she had given up over the last year as she worked to build a perfect body. And her body had changed, quite a bit. When Todd had bought the car, new, she had comfortably fit in its bucket seats but now ... .well now, her shoulders were too broad, her back too wide, thighs too thick to sit for more than twenty or thirty minutes without getting cramped or antsy. So some sleep aids for the four-hour drive were an absolute necessity. Now, the stretch felt good and she stuck her legs out to rest on the dashboard. She had spent the last thirty minutes of silent bliss daydreaming about being back in the gym, getting stronger, tougher, improving her friendships with the people she spent the most time with. In all honesty, there were probably a bunch of forthcoming changes, some she probably hadn't even though of yet, but the wheels had been turning for some time now. She felt the car bob a little as Todd used the jack to lift up one corner of the car to replace the blown tire. She hoped it wouldn't take too long to repair - she had already planned out what she was doing as soon as he dropped her off and she wanted to get some errands done before hitting the gym for a night session to wash away the remnants of the long weekend. Except that twenty minutes later she was playing games on her phone and hadn't seen Todd at all. Exasperated, she got out of the car, all five feet, five inches of her, and walked around to the other side of the car in the back. The old tire was still on the axle - in fact, it looked like the only thing he had done was jack up the car. He was on his knees in front of the wheel, wrench in both hands as he tried, struggled, to loosen one of the nuts. She noted that all five were still firmly attached to the hubcap. "Having some trouble," she asked, not a little bit of sarcasm in her voice as she leaned against the car, her muscled girth making it budge a little on the shocks. "Yeah, they keep these pretty tight on sport cars, can't have them spinning off while I'm driving, right babe?" "Riiiight. Well you've been at this a while, and you're tired from driving, why don't you give me a try." She pushed up the forearms of her tracksuit top and squatted down with him. "Uh, well I guess yeah, go ahead, but it's been pretty slow going." He stood up and sidled away and she grabbed hold of the wrench with one hand and pushed left, like she was arm wrestling. The wrench moved with her and the hardest part finished, she spun out the bolt the rest of the way. "Guess I must have loosened it," he said with a slight chuckle, arms akimbo. "Typical line, that's what they always say. Have you tried any of the others?" "No, I've been working on that the whole time, that's why it came off, trust me," he replied, spreading his hands to show off the red sores. She only gave him a glance, and moved the wrench to the next bolt - with a bulge of her muscular arm, and the same amount of effort as before, she dislodged the tight bolt. She finished off the rest of them just as easily. She hadn't even needed her other hand, where she held the nuts she had removed from the wheel. "Here, hold these," she said before dumping them into his hands before pulling off the old wheel and replacing it with a new one. Todd couldn't help but notice the way her arms bulged in her sleeves as she hoisted the old wheel off and away, and the way that thick veins made themselves prominent through the fabric along her arms. He had noticed the ways she had grown over the last few months - it was hard not too, she was getting more stares than ever but as time had gone on she had started to wear less and less revealing clothes. "Ahem," he coughed, "You know, you're getting pretty buff there girl," he said sheepishly. She glared at him. "You think? You know, that's the first time you've even mentioned my physique, let alone complimented it. I figured you probably hated that I was getting stronger," she said as she mounted the new wheel. "It's not that. I think. I mean it's not bad, it's just not traditional, you know? Not normal." She stood and faced him. "I used to be normal, before. I'm glad I'm 'not normal' any more, as you put it, because I feel great." She flexed her arm and a huge muscle peaked inside her sleeve, fifteen inches of rock hard muscle. "I'm serious, I think it's great," he pressed, trying to save face. "But you've never asked me to flex before, you've never asked me about the gym, and you've never asked me to wear anything sexy or revealing, why is that? Are you intimidated by a little fe-me-nine muscle?" She elongated the syllables as she plucked the nuts out of his greasy hands, before squatting down and placing them in their respective bolts. She didn't even bother picking up the wrench again, instead using her hand to manually screw the bolt into place, the progress getting harder as it neared the base and got a little tight. She added all the other bolts in the same fashion, in a star pattern as to make sure the wheel would be tight evenly. Todd was impressed - not something you would know automatically. Finally, she went around and, still using her hands, tightened the bolts until they were securely fastened, the only evidence of effort some grunts and the bulging of her arm muscles again. She stood and handed him the wrench. "OK, mister macho man, do you want to try and loosen these? Just to make sure a girl put them on tight enough." He took the wrench from her and put it on a nut and put some effort into it this time. No dice - in fact, it felt just as tight as when he had started with the original tire! He put some more weight into it, but still couldn't get it to bulge. He glanced over at her as he tossed the wrench to the ground. "Wow, you're ... .you're a lot stronger than I thought." "You're damn straight," she said, unzipping her jacket. She was wearing nothing underneath, something Todd had failed to notice - in fact, he hadn't noticed it all weekend, which was a damn shame. She had packed on pounds of muscle to her upper body and had ridged abs and prominent shoulders, a brawny chest with a very prominent line down the middle and two perfect, perky breasts, probably a B-cup, supported by all that muscle. His jaw practically hit the asphalt. "I guess this is the first time you've seen me like this, huh?" she said, referencing his reaction. "Might be the last time too, if things don't change." "Wh-what things?" She gathered all the tools and tossed them back in the trunk and walked around to the passenger seat before getting in. "Well, we have about a three-hour ride left to finish, I'll let you figure that out on the way, in the mean time you put that top up, I'll leave my top off, and you can look as much as you like. But you better have it figured out by the time we get home," she said, reclining the seat and putting her arms behind her head. She had every intention of teasing him as much as possible, but was serious about possibly leaving him if he didn't figure it out. Either way, the odds were in her favor. "Tandy" "Poor Tandy." That's what the other nurses used to say about Tandy. They didn't hate her, or dislike her; actually it was quite the contrary. They pitied her. The supervisor they shared was generally seen as a prick, elitist, nepotistic, the worst of the worst. The only nurses that stuck around long enough in the place to move higher up the chain were favorites of his. Most left after a year or so because they hated him. He was very covert in the ways that he treated his employees - never vulgar or abusive, and there were always witnesses to corroborate his innocence. His biggest tactic was to assign the worst cases to his least favorite nurses. Tandy had been his least favorite for what had seemed ages. Or maybe it was just a few months and it seemed interminably longer because of the severity. Poor Tandy, fresh out of school, got the toughest cases, the worst patients, the ones that gave everyone trouble. Fortunately, she had a heart of gold and divine patience, and always returned the next day fresh with a smile on her face. She was pretty enough, and some of the other nurses encouraged her to do something to make herself more presentable. Maybe wear a push up bra under those scrubs. But she always shook her head, smiled, and said no thank you, preferring to do it her way. A push up bra would do her no good. Poor Tandy hadn't been blessed with good breast genetics and even when puberty had hit all those year ago, nothing really had happened. She had been a tomboy back then, and it suited her just as well since she wanted to stay active, and she lifted weights regularly for years. She didn't try anything irregular until she had joined that new gym in town, a special gym for women, with a very unique instructor. She had been raving about it for months, ever since she had signed on at the hospital - they had always known she was athletic and muscular so the changes she experienced along the way were not readily visible since she was already buff, but she insisted she was making strides every week. It was how she stayed sane and didn't have a breakdown every time she was called into Richard's office. Oh, of course the dick boss would have a name like Richard, can't make that stuff up. So, no matter how randomly her shifts changed, or the horible workload she was lumped with, "Poor Tandy" always treated everyone like gold. Then the earthquake came. Out of nowhere, a 7.2 magnitude quake rocked their area, causing massive damage. It was day, and fortunately there were extra emergency personnel around, but the short quake and aftershocks prompted them to do an immediate evacuation of the building. Tandy wasn't schedule to be in that morning. In fact, she had been at the gym when the quake had hit, knocked off her pull up bar by the violent shaking where she felt onto her butt. She tossed on her shirt and ran out the door, knowing what she had to do. The staff was surprised to see her there, panting and drenched in sweat and dust. "Tandy, what are you doing here?! You look like you just ran a marathon!" She bent over and put her hands on her knees, breathing hard. "Not really, but close, it was about ten miles but I'm glad I got here in time, I'm here to help!" The other girls shook their heads and smiled. Only Tandy. So she got right to work moving patients out of room and into emergency vehicles. She was the only woman to volunteer to bring patients from the higher levels and proved to be on par with the men that were carrying gurneys down flights of stairs, holding her own. In fact, she was getting an incredible workout in and the adrenaline rush was fuelling a ridiculous pump. On more than one occasion she was tempted to remove her top completely and just do the work half-nude, but for safety reasons she had to keep it on. She ended up cutting off the sleeves of her shirt, allowing her excessively muscular arms to breathe, and also receive tons of compliments and stairs. Truthfully, it was calming to some of the conscious patients to see a strong presence, her arms bulging any time she picked something up. She had forgotten to wear a bra as well and the shirt she was wearing, minus the sleeves, was allowing her pectorals of solid muscle to spill out the side. More than one firefighter tried to catch a glimpse of a nip-slip here and there, and it wasn't that difficult. Even when all the patients had been cleared she insisted on going back into the building and making one last sweep, checking every room to the top. Just on a hunch she went in to Richard's corner office on the top floor. The roof was partially collapsed, an H-VAC duct dislodged from above the ceiling. She walked around the room and peered over the large desk. Richard was there, partially conscious but groggy, a trickle of blood falling from his mouth. The duct had landed on his legs and trapped him - she had no idea if they were broken or not. She ran to his side and started to speak to him to try and revive him. "Richard, Richard. Hey, it's me, Tandy. Are you with me?" His head twitched and he groggily opened his eyes. "Tandy? What happened? Gah!" he shouted, as the building trembled. "It was an earthquake, a big one. Listen, I need you to stay with me, I'm going to radio for a medivac to take you from the roof, but I have to get you out of here first." He coughed. "You? You're going to need more than a woman to get this thing off of me." Well, the pain hadn't lost him his mean streak. "It's so big it'll take at least two people to move it. I'm not sure I can move." "Can you wiggle your toes?" She grabbed his shoe and felt them wiggling underneath. "Good, then you can roll out. Looks like nothing is severely broken from what I can tell. Can you sit up?" She helped prop him up so that he'd have some leverage to push out. Walking around the large pipe, she looked for the best place to try and move it - in the end she would be standing right next to him. She'd have to try and deadlift it up, and she had no idea what it weighed, but was confident that she could get it the few inches up to allow him to scoot out. Still, she had no gear, and nothing to protect her hands just in case, so she casually took off her already half destroyed shirt and tore it up to wrap around her palms. "Holy fuck, you're a beast!" It was the first time he had seen her, truly, and after months of barely acknowledging she existed other than to be a convenient way to load off hard work, it was a rude awakening. She looked like a comic book character, ripped striated muscle accentuated by the pump from doing all the heavy lifting that day, veins pulsing everywhere across her thick physique developed from years of weightlifting, pushed to hyper speed by the new gym. She was totally breast less, her nipples erect but forced downward by her development, a solid, cobblestone eight-pack of abdominals pulsated as she breathed. He had seen worse bodies on professional athletes. "That's very sweet of you, thank you!" she said, beaming, happy that he had noticed and complimented her. "You can stare all you want but you better get ready to move. I'm going to lift on the count of three. One - two - three!" She bent down and put her arms under the section of pipe and tried to lift. It was heavier than it looked, the aluminum appearance deceiving, and she actually had to use a lot of effort to try and get it off the ground. Richard gasped audibly as her already pumped physique bulged further with effort, her face turning red as she tried to lift to pipe, but to no avail. She took a step back and shook herself up, her muscles rippling, and beads of sweat falling to the floor. This time, though she took a different approach. This time, she bear hugged the pipe as best she could and started to pull at it, attempting to lift it that way. Nothing happened for a little bit, and while she strained there was another tremor, and this kicked her adrenal glands into overdrive, releasing a new wave of hormones into her bloodstream. Her muscles detonated with power fuelled by the adrenaline, her arms literally doubling in size, as did her chest. Her legs muscles bulged, and he hadn't noticed them before, but now they were threatening to tear apart her pants. She was redder than ever, and the veins just kept multiplying. There was a squeal of metal as the pipe started to crumple against her sudden burst of super strength, her muscles literally growing fast and hard enough to dent and deform the metal. She felt the cold metal against her nipples and chest, the sensation weird as it felt like the rest of her was burning up. She pushed harder against the metal and felt two pops as her hardened nipples punctured the walls of the pipe. She kept squeezing and lifting, the pipe continuing to deform in her bear hug. At this point, she wasn't even attempting to lift it any more, and he watched as the metal receded from his leg as it got sucked into the black hole of destruction that was currently Tandy. Seeing his opportunity he rolled out to the side and with a yell of triumph, she squeezed with an extra burst, tearing the section of pipe from the main shaft. It was quiet, then, after that moment, as she still held a long section of pipe in her clutches and he watched as her body receded in size from the temporary rush of power. He had never seen anything like that before and he had seriously underestimated her. Not only that, he owed her his life. Tossing the mangled metal aside, she used her radio to call in the medivac to the roof, and reached down to scoop him up. "I'm going to have to carry you to the roof, there's no time. They think the whole thing will collapse, so hold on tight!" She rotated him around her torso, now wearing him like a backpack with her arms under his knees and his arms grasping for dear life around her heavily muscled chest and neck. She moved quickly but carefully up the stairwell to the roof just as a helicopter was starting to approach. They couldn't land - the extra weight might set off a chain reaction, but the skilled pilot hovered over the pad as Tandy took a running start and jumped into the cabin of the whirlybird. Richard had to use a wheelchair for a while during his recovery, but he at least had his health, and his life. The two helicopter crew members told their jealous comrades that they got to meet 'Totally Topless Tandy" and claimed she had allowed them to take photos of her but could never seem to provide proof. Tandy received the key to the city for her heroic efforts and nationwide notoriety for a short while - she didn't enjoy the spotlight but she used every opportunity to promote her gym as the reason behind her ability to do what she did. And her relationship with Richard improved enormously. He was still callous and standoffish, but occasionally smiled and behind closed doors actually was nice to her - she was no longer saddled with impossible schedules and patients. The one thing that bothered him - the vision of a mostly naked Tandy haunted his dreams nightly, and all he could think of was her impossible body. Maybe he should encourage his wife to go to this gym too. "Faith" "You know, when I started going to the gym I didn't think I was going to be doing stuff like this. Are you sure it's not weird," said Faith as she peaked around the door at her boyfriend, Mike, who sat patient but excited on the bed. "No, it's totally cool. I've been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea." Mike was a self-admitted schmoe. He loved muscle women from head to toe but had settled for a normal girl, that he loved. But it wasn't the same and fantasies still played out in his mind. And then he had heard about the all-girls crossfit gym in town. Faith had just transferred in that year from another college, and the nineteen-year-old girl was struggling to find friends. They had been lab partners first, then lovers, but she still didn't quite have other people to spend time with if she needed it. Seeing the opportunity of a lifetime he pushed her into signing up, figuring she could have friends and he could have the girl of his dreams. He admitted up front that he was into super buff girls, the kind of stuff that he was into, and that it could be good for both of them, and she found his honesty sweet and refreshing, and had attacked the programming with gusto, really putting 100% effort in day after day. She started seeing almost immediate results but was hesitant to show Mike. In fact, she didn't allow him to see anything for almost a full semester and a half, promising him that by Valentine's Day she would be ready to do something special for him, and allow him to request anything that he wanted. It was an honest-to-goodness war for him not to beg her over the ensuing months to see one shred of progress but he managed to keep his mouth shut. They lived together but over time she started to wake up earlier than him and even resorted to sleeping on the couch eventually - that's when he knew he was in for something amazing, if she wasn't going to allow him any accidental sneak peaks in bed. A few weeks out from Valentine's Day she asked him to make a list. "A list of your biggest fantasies, and I'll see what I can pull off," she had said. He took a day to think long and hard about what he wanted. Things within the realm of possibility. Maybe even some impossible things? It wouldn't hurt to put it on the list, and he of course couldn't be disappointed. He hoped his list wouldn't be too long or demanding, but it ended up being several items. He left the list for her to find and tried not to think about it too much over the next few weeks. Valentine's fell on a Saturday and all week he was practically dying, counting down the minutes. Friday night was unbearable - he got a text from her saying she was doing shopping and wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning, as she would stay with a friend. He spent the night alone in a quiet apartment, unable to sleep as he could only think about his surprise. The next morning he awoke to the smell of bacon on a pan and coffee being brewed. There was a lovely breakfast and an even lovelier Faith with him, but she was wearing a huge robe that kept him from seeing anything - which brings us back to now. Faith walked out from behind the door wearing one of Mike's shirts. Not just any shirt, it was one of his button down work shirts. In fact, she had layers of shirts on, his request to show off how much bigger than him she was by flexing out of his clothes. It had taken a lot of effort to make up the difference and pass him up in size but she had managed to make it work with a lot of hours in the gym. The white button down was plastered to her physique, the button holes stretched at her chest, which he could tell had been transformed from the partially busty girl she had been to a hard-packed pectoral shelf. Se didn't have any pants on, just a pair of his Superman boxer briefs, her quads easily filling the fabric, he could see the seams starting to fray. Her quads were huge and ripped, hanging over her knees with perfect shapes, calves jutting out at a hard angle below that, easily the best legs he had ever see. He was practically panting now. She pressed her hands together in front of her stomach into a most muscular pose and squeezed - there were zings as buttons suddenly snapped off and flew across the room a dozens of miles an hour, sounding like bullets as they whizzed by. She giggled. "That was pretty easy but I guess I'm pretty stuffed into shirts here." She grabbed one side of her shirt to pull it taught and flexed a massive bicep that tore the seam of the sleeve it was previously in. "This was easier than I thought honestly. Is this the kind of stuff you wanted to see?" He nodded silently and just watched. She took off the remains of the shirt and tossed them aside. Underneath she was wearing a long-sleeved spandex-like top, a little on the small side for her. He had worn it once but it had been too long in the sleeves and felt uncomfortable on the skin, but she filled it out just fine. The first piece of clothing he had seen her in that completely conformed to the blocks and curves of her frame he was able to see that, in fact, her physique was a match for any he had seen online. She pumped her arms a bit, he watched as her peaks bobbed up and down beneath the cover of fabric that didn't seem to want to break. That is, until she went into a hardcore most muscular pose, the shirt shredding down the back and around her neck, the sudden explosive movement and growth causing a half dozen other tears in the top. With a sharp tug she removed the entire shirt in one movement and tossed that aside as well, revealing the last piece of clothing, an ultra tight, white t-shirt. It was damp, and hadn't dried much beneath the other shirt, which made the thin fabric cling to her stacked physique, highlighting every bump and curve. It was now that he got to see that she had taken to heart his fantasies about muscular women - a small, tiny waist stacked with thick blocks of abdominal muscle (it was clear her thighs were each larger than her waist, despite how much muscle she was packing there), a super wide back (so wide in fact, that even standing there it seemed she had reached a 2:1 back to waist ratio), a thick muscular chest that you could stick pencils in but without any kind of breast tissue at all and that you could rest objects on, bowling ball shoulders, and huge arms. He got a look at the whole package from the front and just about gagged from pleasure and the day was only beginning! He watched as she turned and did a side-chest post for him, her chest billowing out as she flexed it, and relaxed it, pausing to grab a bottle from the counter, and flexing again, this time standing the bottle on her thick chest. She then did a front lat spread while spreading her legs and standing on her toes, flexing her calves and quads, widening her back and tensing her abs and chest. Her lats, even from the front, just kept on going and going. Even with her elbows splayed wide because of the pose it seemed that there was still more back behind them. Her nipples tented the damp fabric that covered her chest and he could see her abs fighting to escape the confines of her shirt. He could hear seams stretching audibly as her back unfolded and when she was done there were several portions of shirt that had torn showing her cream colored, muscle-stuffed flesh underneath. It was all he could do to stay seated and not run over to her to touch everything he could get his hands on, but he knew it wasn't quite over yet. As she ripped the fabric off her body like wet tissue paper and tossed that aside as well, she went to the dresser again and picked up two metal rings and showed them to him. "I had these made," she said. "They're made of steel and I had them measured out. The guy said they were twenty inches around ... I think. I didn't really check to see if that was true but maybe you can find out right now?" She tossed Mike one of the rings and also a measuring tape, and he got to work wrapping the tape around it. He noted that the inch-wide tape was tripled in size by the width of the ring, and was probably an inch thick as well. But he did confirm that the ring's outer circumference was twenty inches. It was a large ring, but wasn't very hefty - he didn't know what it was made of exactly, but he didn't care, he just wanted to see what was next. "C'mon here, I need help putting these on," she said, sticking her arms out to her sides. Mike, almost giddy, jumped up and started to slip the ring over her forearms and up her biceps, only to notice that as large as the ring was, there wasn't a whole ton of breathing room, which caused his breathing to speed up. He moved a little quicker with the second ring and flew back to the bed, hands on his knees, ready to drink in every moment. "Before I start, you want to record this for ... posterity?" A brilliant idea. He pulled out his phone and set it on a the bed so it could record her - he didn't want to hold the phone himself, he didn't want to be distracted and miss the coming display because he was looking at it on a small screen! Slowly she curled her forearms up and he watched, wide-eyed, as her upper arms thickened and veins sprouted forth, and before she had gotten halfway up her arms were already fighting the confines of the metal bands, muscled flesh trying to escape their confines as it started to rise around the edges of the metal. He could see her shaking visibly as she poured on the effort, trying to force her forearms up more to complete her flex, her eyes screwed shut in concentration. Suddenly, there was a large CRACK and the band around her left arm dropped to the floor in two halves, her freed bicep peak rising about her shoulder, and she concentrated on her other arm fully, squeezing hard to break her peak through the metal. She strained, hard, for a full minute while Mike watched with rapt attention until there was a second CRACK as that one burst as well. She yelled in triumph and grinned as her arms peaked at her sides, looking like there was a golf ball sitting on top of a swollen baseball. Mike practically flew off the edge of the bed, knocking over his phone in the process, almost desperately trying to wrap the tape measure around one of her peaked arms with one hand while groping the other with his free hand. With her pinky finger outstretched she just managed to hold down the end of the tape on her peak while he wrapped it around her enormous arm with his hand. "B-b-baby," he stammered, unable to formulate words. "Your arm ... .it's almost twenty three inches!" "Almost twenty three, huh?" She grunted and the taped slipped off her arm. Mike repositioned it. "Exactly twenty-threeeuuhhhh!!!" He spasmed violently with a huge grin on his face and fainted backwards, landing on the bed. "I'll have to let the hardware guy know he has a satisfied customer," she quipped with a sexy smile, as she continued to fulfil every one of her boyfriend's Amazon inspired fantasies. *** Continued in our Amy's Conquest (www.amysconquest.com) Exclusive, Members Only, Text Stories Section OR purchase it individually with our site's Newly Updated Format. ***