THE CHANGE  Part 3 
by FP909 - written for DTM / Amy's Conquest



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After returning from vacation, Sandy fell into a state of ennui, as could be
expected; returning to real life after spending every waking moment with your
lover is a bit of a shock. She still had her responsibilities at the hospital,
which, upon her return, seemed insurmountable after over a week away, and for
a few days she buried herself catching up with charts and logistics and
picking up extra shifts as favors for the nurses that had covered for her. In
fact, she hadn't been to the gym or seen Alyssa for almost two weeks because
of her schedule. On most days she would pass out as soon as she returned home,
their only interaction being sparse text messages. And when she finally
thought there was going to be a break from the deluge, a virus spread through
the area which brought more than a few people to the hospital, thanks to a
bunch of anti-vaxxers.

Even her husband was getting the short end of the stick: having not seen her
during vacation and then suddenly she flipped the work switch, she may as well
have not been home at all they way she was acting. He did as much as he could
to cheer her up or make life easier but pulling eighteen hour shifts will take
its toll, and though she appreciated his efforts, she was too tired to partake
in the results. Ironically, Gary had been trying to at least revive the
stagnant bedroom, having not had sex in several weeks at this point, and being
unsatisfied with his own ministrations he tried to initiate on several
occasions, only to be met by a glare, or a soft snore as she drifted off to
sleep.

It was all very frustrating for everyone and an unwelcome integration back to
real life for Sandy who wasn't mad at anyone, just overworked and over-tired.
Which is why she snapped one day at home.

"Good morning," Gary said, looking up at her as she came down the stairs on
her first morning off in a long while. He pulled out a carton of orange juice
from the fridge and poured two glasses. Extra pulp, just the way she liked it.

"Hi," she answered shortly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before she plopped
down on a stool at the counter and took a big gulp from the glass of juice.
Gary couldn't help but notice the large bulge on her arm as she raised the
glass up to drink.

"You look ... well," he said, meaning it. She looked well rested, if not
radiant. The bags under her eyes were gone, her hair had regained some of its
fullness after looking like a pile of dry straw for about a week, and her skin
was moisturized and taken care of. To a lesser degree, he also meant her
cobblestone abs that had formed, her rounded shoulders and bulging arms, her
athletic, thick legs. Ever since her friend Alyssa had beaten him in their
fight, and Sandy had spent considerable time building a chiseled new body, he
had become conflicted. On one hand, he couldn't ever recall having been
attracted to strong or muscular women and could remember times when he and his
buddies had mocked girls who were a little more built. On the other hand,
their sex life was better than it had ever been, even when Sandy had been in
cheerleader shape, and he found that his hands liked to explore the new
grooves and crevasses appearing on her body.

"I feel better, I guess," she said, shrugging. "First good night's sleep in
weeks."

He walked behind her and started to rub her shoulders""she flinched
involuntarily, not expecting the contact. Gary frowned.

"Why'd you do that?"

"Sorry," she sighed, spinning on the stool to face him. "I guess I'm not ...
.I haven't really had anyone touch me for the last few weeks, I wasn't
prepared for it." It was kind of a lie, they both knew he had made attempts to
initiate touch, but this was the first time she had actually recoiled. Gary
started to become a little bitter, his attitude souring.

"If Alyssa was doing it would you have reacted the same way?"

"C'mon, don't be like that."

"I'm serious. You guys go on some hot and steamy vacation together, I don't
hear from you for days, and then you come back like I'm not supposed to care
at all! And on top of that I've hardly seen you, and when I do I hardly get a
passing glance!"

"Well, I'm sorry, I had to work, and I was tired when I got home, forgive me
for doing my job a little too well."

"You wouldn't have even had to take those extra shifts if you hadn't gone on
that trip!" He through his hands in the air, frustrated, and paced around the
kitchen like a caged animal. "Plus you spend all your time at that gym!"

"Like you're disappointed in the results," she retorted, leaning back on the
counter. She could feel her abs bunching up to keep her torso stable. "I
wasn't even this good in bed when I was in school and I see how you look at
me, so let's not point fingers here."

"Yeah, but"""

"Yeah, but nothing," she hissed. "I've been toiling at work to help pay the
bills and grinding in the gym for YOU, Gary. That's all this has been for.
Yes, Alyssa and I are friends, maybe even more, but you are my husband and
this has been all for you. All the pain and sweat." She grabbed the neck of
her loose T-shirt and tore it in half. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

"I used to have boobs, remember? But I've been working so hard to build this
body, for you, and now they're smaller. But goddamn, look at the pecs I have
now. And these abs." She pounded on them with a fist. "I know you wonder how I
do all that stuff in bed and that's how."

She was near tears, a mix of stress and emotions boiling over. Gary began to
realize that she was feeling unappreciated, and that she was right, he enjoyed
her new body more than he had ever enjoyed the old body. Back then, he was
always in control, but that got boring and predictable, that was why the
bedroom had gotten stale, and she had gotten out of shape. But now, anything
could happen, any given night, either one of them could be on top. She always
seemed to bring home new ... techniques. He knelt in front of her and took her
hand.

"Look. I'm sorry. And I just realized, you're completely right. I love what
you've done with your body and I guess I was a little jealous that Alyssa gets
to spend so much time with you."

Sandy wiped her eyes and there was a hint of a smile. "No, I'm sorry, I'm just
... .stressed. Work has been hell, I haven't been able to be with the people I
enjoy and do the stuff I like. I'm just ready to go back to normal. And, to be
honest, I had a surprise for you when I got back from vacation but ... .it's
not ready yet."

"Oh, I like surprises," he said, giggling like a schoolgirl in the way that
always made her laugh and standing up to hug her. "Do I get any hints?"

"None at all!" Sandy playfully swatted at one of his hands before hugging him.
"Just give me some time to get back into the swing of things, my hormones are
a mess."

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Meanwhile, Alyssa had been working hard since coming back, putting in extra
training to work off some of the vacation fluff but also catching up on a week
of financials and potential clients and new clients. She hadn't been gone that
long but there had been a rise of publicity at the gym and over a dozen women
had signed up during her absence and more were on the way. It was fortunate
her space was large, but she still felt the need to add additional class
times.

Though she and Sandy had talked normally for a day or two after returning,
their divergent schedules turned daily conversations to spurts of text
messaging here or there, and she hadn't even seen her since their return. She
wondered if Sandy was upset with her in some way, or maybe even bored with
her, but dismissed that notion. She had warned Alyssa even before they had
gone on their trip that she was liable to be swamped by extra shifts and might
very well disappear. Besides, there was plenty to do at the gym: classes to
teach, people to train, minds to change. Still, it wasn't the same not having
her warm body to coil up with after a night time training session and shower,
even if it was for only a few minutes before she returned home.

Cori had done a fantastic job running the gym while she was out and was a big
part of the recent boom. Having just turned eighteen and on the cusp of her
senior year, she was looking to have valuable experience as a business owner
and trainer, but was also spending her spare time studying for her future
career in sports medicine. Alyssa, not having a formal education in that
subject herself, had been spending extra time with Cori, sharing materials so
she could learn more about the science behind training and recovery,
biomechanics.

Of course, the extra time led to extracurricular activities, their close
proximity and raging libidos drawing them closer to each other. It almost
seemed like a match made in even, the two uber-strong hardbodies grinding
against each other in Alyssa's candlelit bedroom. In many ways their bodies
were similar, Cori having caught up in recent weeks: strong, barrel chests
devoid of breast tissue, enormous arms, shredded abs, quads that would never
fit in jeans.

"I'll never understand what you see in her, physically," Cori said in between
heavy breaths one night after they tussled between the sheets, rolling onto
her broad back and fanning her flushed face. "I mean, she's pretty and all,
but she's not your equal. She'll never be as strong as we are. Plus, I kinda
think you like getting tossed around."

"You know it's more than that, Cori," Alyssa said as she got out of bed and
grabbed a nearby towel. "We have a bond, it's more than just physical."

"So do you feel guilty for sleeping with me?"

"We're not an 'item'," Alyssa said with a short laugh, "She is married, you
know. I don't think that's going to change. I just think she, like many
people, needs a little variety in her life. Not everyone is meant to be
anchored."

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Sandy eventually returned to the gym, relieved to have the time to finally let
loose and exorcise her demons accumulated after weeks of constant work,
dealing with the infirm and incorrigible. Every time she dropped a heavy
barbell on the padded floors it was for that patient always buzzing for extra
pudding or groping her ass as she fiddled with equipment by beds, moms that
showed up to the ER with heads full of knowledge courtesy of WebMD, stupid
teenagers showing up with freak injuries.

Of course, her reunion with Alyssa was full of squeals and hugs, grabs and
kisses. They hadn't seen each other in weeks, though their text messaging and
calls had picked up in recent days.

"Ahh it's so good to see you," Alyssa said as they climbed upstairs to her
combination office-apartment. "I thought something was up when you didn't call
for a while."

Sandy put her gym back down and started stripping for a dip in the hot tub
after a long workout. "Oh no, it wasn't you. You should have seen the shit
storm I came back to at work, it was unreal. Probably the worst stretch ever
at that hospital. If you can believe it I came home every day smelling worse
than this and covered in ... all kinds of stuff."

"That's so gross," Alyssa giggled. She started to run the bath and put in some
syrupy liquids and bubbles started to froth. "You know, last time we saw each
other we had come up with a, uh, certain idea if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah!" Sandy slipped into the tub. Alyssa watched and appreciated her
physique, even though it had softened in the weeks that she had been unable to
workout. She had only put on a little bit of pleasing fat and Alyssa could
still see her abs peaking through and the shape of her pec as she bulged
slightly as she lowered herself into the tub. Her breasts had continued
migrating to her outer pecs and had shrunk, starting to resemble the physiques
of the more muscular girls in the gym. Her shoulders rippled with striations
as her arms supported her lowering body. Alyssa was really proud of all the
work she had done to transform herself from a frumpy twenty-something to a
walking sexpot.

"I hadn't forgotten. I've actually been giving it a lot of thought. Gary has
been borderline miserable since I've been back."

"Oh yeah?" Alyssa settled herself into the tub.

"Yeah. He actually snapped at me. Was mad that we hadn't had sex in a while
and I was kind of ignoring him with work and stuff."

"He didn't try and hurt you, did he?" Alyssa asked, seriously.

"No no, nothing like that. He was just upset and annoyed. And besides I think
I've proved on more than one occasion that he couldn't take me, especially in
bed. I've gotten rather accustomed to the view when I'm on top," she said,
giggling.

"Anyway," Sandy continued, fluffing up some bubbles in front of her chin, "I
think it would a nice way to surprise him. He's really taken to my physique
and I think if there were more than one of me around he might get a real rise
out of it."

Alyssa slid over to sit next to Sandy. "So when do you think we should do it?"

Sandy sighed. "Well. I gotta get rid of this extra stress weight, and I wanted
to put on some more muscle. A month or two, maybe? I also wanted to see if
Cori would be interested. To be honest I've always wanted to try it with her
myself."

"My, my," Alyssa said, pretend shocked, "are you suggesting a four way? How
adventurous of you."

"Oh shhh, besides I know you've been enjoying her talents while I've been out,
why can I have a little extra fun myself?"

They enjoyed the remainder of their bath and started to hatch a plan. Sandy
needed to add muscle, and fast, so Alyssa came up with a two month plan to
push her progress a little faster, altering her diet to include more proteins
and carbohydrates, changing the intensity and volume of her workouts. They
called Cori in that evening, as well, and filled her in on everything.

"Can't say I've not been curious," Cori said as she eye-balled Sandy's
physique.

"I thought you said you couldn't see why I liked her so much," Alyssa said,
frowning.

"Who says I didn't know. Maybe I just wanted either of you to myself," Cori
replied, biting her lower lip and eye-balling them both now.

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Sandy attacked her new plan with gusto, feeling refreshed and encouraged and
within a couple of weeks she had melted away the extra fat that had snuck onto
her physique. Her diet was (mostly) back on track, and her workouts were
starting to feel more fluid. As a result, her attitude was better and she fell
into her old routine with Alyssa, and even found the time to tease Gary more
than usual, sometimes choosing to blueball him abruptly when they got
intimate. Not that it seemed to bother him; as Sandy felt better Gary's mood
improved as well, and he seemed to completely forget his earlier gaffes.

About a month into her new training she was hanging out at Cori's place,
trying on some of her older clothes. She was starting to outgrow some of the
stuff she had, and Cori had some of Alyssa's hand-me-downs as well as her gear
from when she was a little smaller, and wanted to pass it off to Sandy.

"Yeah, these things fit a lot better when I only had sixteen inch arms," the
eighteen-year old bragged as she flexed her now twenty-inch-plus biceps
repeatedly. "Bet they'll fit you a lot better," she said in a silly voice.

"Har har," Sandy said as she tried on another top. "Must be nice to be able to
workout all day and all night. Are you sure you got those pythons by working
out or from masturbating?"

"Haaaaa funny!" Suddenly, Cori walked right up to Sandy and pressed her hips
against Sandy's own. "Are you flirting with me?"

"N-nah, not really," Sandy said softly.

"Are you sure?" Cori rotated her hips a little bit, grinding against Sandy's
body. Sandy moaned softly as Cori's hard body pressed against her own. If it
was possible, she felt even more rock solid than Alyssa did. And then
suddenly, Cori withdrew.

"I'm just teasing," she said with a giggle. "I was a bit surprised that you
asked me to join the shenanigans with your husband and Alyssa, didn't think
there would be room on the bed for another beefcake." She sat on the bed,
separating out the clothes that fit neither woman.

Sandy needed a moment to recover before answering. "Well, the way Alyssa went
on about you in bed, I had to see for myself. Is it true though that you're
bigger than her?"

"Yeah, it's true. I'm stronger than her, too. Better shapes." She looked Sandy
in the eyes. "She doesn't regret making me into this musclebound machine does
she?"

"Oh no! I mean, she's really glad. For competitive reasons...well sure, she
doesn't want to be playing catch up with another woman but she has been so
impressed with you, I am too. I don't think I've ever seen a person as large
as you."

"So what is it about me that you like? Is it my bulging biceps? My breastless
pecs? My clit?"

"It's just the whole thing. Really. It's really hard to choose."

"I've always thought about getting implants though," Cori said, patting her
chest.

"No, don't do that!" Sandy rushed over and cupped Cori's pecs in her hands.
Cori grinned.

"That's fine," she said, grabbing Sandy's hands and rubbing them across her
chest, "I think you've got enough boob still for the three of us."

"You're probably right. I still have C-cups, surprisingly! They look smaller
when I flex, obviously, because the tissue stretches," Sandy said as she
hefted a breast in each hand.

"Well I don't have any bras to give you because...I don't have any to give
you! I never wear them, duh, so I don't buy them," Cori replied, twitching one
pec up and down.

Sandy left with a bag-full of newish clothing and was able to clear out her
entire gym wardrobe which, when Gary noticed the bags of clothes being tossed,
was decidedly curious and had to ask what was going on. While she was packing
another bag he entered the room--she was wearing a bikini as she packed more
clothes into a trash bag.

"Holy shit," he whispered as he watched her from behind. Her back bulged and
shifted as her arms moved around to pick up new clothes and drop them in the
back, muscles he had never seen before. They were so thick and deep, and on
her lower back it looked like someone had etched a Christmas tree. And she was
wide--so wide that she had a legitimate V-taper to her torso as her lats moved
to her tiny waist.

Her glutes bunched and jiggled softly as she shifted between legs. He could
see her quad sweep from the front, and every time she bent her knees, her
hamstrings would explode with size, and her calves would flare. She heard his
whisper and subsequent gasp and turned slightly to look at him, causing her
back to flex more dramatically before dropping what she was doing and slinking
over to him, draping her arms atop his shoulders.

"Hey, Gary, you like what you see?"

"Jesus Sandy, did you get bigger? I feel like I haven't seen your body
properly in months."

She grinned. "Damn straight I have," she said. "That's why I'm getting rid of
all these clothes that don't fit any more. I feel like I might burst out of
them." She noticed his eyes drifting lower, to her abs which had blown up as
of late thanks to extra weighted training.

"Like them? I've been working them extra, I know how much you like them. You
want to test them out?"

He looked up with puppy dog eyes. Hook, line, and sinker. "Yeah, can I?"

Had she known he would be so into strong, muscular women she might have
started long ago. It had been such a deeply buried part of him that he had
been expressing it as anger after he had lost to Alyssa in the fight. But now
he was so easy to please. She put her arms behind her neck and crunched down
on her abs, making them solidify into hard blocks of muscle. "C'mon," she said
with an exhale, "gimme what you got."

With a wild grin he wound up and send a monster punch right at her abs, where
it landed with a loud Thwack. She didn't even move as his fist connected with
her corrugated midsection--she had been practicing this for weeks with Alyssa
and could take anything he could dish out with confidence. "That all you got?
Hit me with more."

His eyes widened and he sent a flurry of trained punches right at her abs,
every fist connecting with the same solid sound of fists hitting slabs of
hard, marbled beef. He might as well have been Rocky Marciano training in the
freezer, that's how hard her abs were. After a dozen or so punches his hands
and forearms were sore, but all she had to show for it was a slightly red
midsection from the irritation of the impacts. In fact, her abs looked more
pumped than ever and the constant flex had sprouted a spidery network of veins
up her obliques. He shook his hands to get the numb feeling away, but he was
definitely, truly worked up at this point and she knew it.

She grabbed him around the waist and pulled him close. Sometimes he forgot how
tall she was, their eyes almost meeting as she ground her hips into his and
she went up slightly on her toes to whisper in his ear.

"If you liked that, just wait until you get your actual surprise," she
whispered breathlessly, nuzzling her lips against his ear before pulling back
to look at him, and pushed him onto the bed before grabbing a couple of trash
bags filled with clothes and walking out of the bedroom. Gary rubbed his jaw
and grinned widely.

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