HOBBYHORSE By GG My eye really hurt! This was the end. He left after the argument probably thinking that he could come round here with flowers any time and it would be OK again. He's done that before but not this time! Ouch! I ran some cold water into the basin and mopped my eye with a dampened wodge of cotton wool. Bastard! This was going to be a real black, blue and purple one. I could just imagine all the comments at work. This time I'm not going to tell them I fell off a horse; I'm going to tell the truth. If he gets mad about that then I'll get a court order or something. I was trembling with rage. To think it all started because I bought some high heeled boots! He didn't like me in heels because I'm 6'2" and he's 5'10". How petty! I wasn't going to wear them when we went out; I just saw them in the shop window and liked them. I dried my face and went downstairs to pour myself a drink. The answering machine message light was flashing. It wasn't him, it was Julia. I pressed the play button. 'Hi Samantha darling, I know you're probably doing something with Frank this weekend, but if you're not then give me a ring. I'm at a loss. That visit to Scotland that John promised me has fallen through. He has to work. How tedious!' I phoned her right back and flooded out with the story. She came over later that evening and we got chatting. By 2 am we had covered everything there was to do with life, men, fate, work, you name it; and got through a quite a few home made cocktails! Good thing it was Friday. We had just started on a concoction of rum and pineapple when she suddenly gave me a funny grin. 'Hey! Come here. I want you to feel this.' She put her glass down and flexed her right arm like she was showing off. I stared at her blankly. 'Feel.' She repeated. 'I want your opinion.' I leant over and grabbed her bicep. It felt quite soft and I didn't know what she was getting at. 'What do you think?' She asked smiling proudly. I didn't know what to say. 'OK perhaps I'll ask for my money back!' She laughed and picked up her glass again. 'I've joined this great new fitness place. It's got everything; pool, sauna, steam room, whirlpool. Very exclusive and they're still doing introductory offers. This instructor guy in the gym looks like a young Robert Redford so I've been doing a bit of shaping up! Been at it for a month now.' She gave me another cheeky grin and took a big sip from the glass. 'Hey why don't you come down and try it. You could use some more meat on you. You're so skinny and tall you look like a beanpole.' We both laughed. I did look like a beanpole, apart from my wide shoulders and fairly large breasts. Perhaps I would be a bit more in proportion with a few more pounds on me. 'You need a hobby to take your mind off things.' She added. 'That is if you're serious about leaving Frank. And I would love someone to go with. We could do three times a week or something, then ruin all the hard work with pizza and ice cream afterwards! Besides we're both almost thirty and we've got to take care of ourselves.' 'Oh I'm serious alright!' I hissed. 'OK you're on! What do I wear?' We toasted each other and I suggested she crash out in the spare room. We didn't get down to the health club next morning as planned, but made it about 2 pm, feeling a bit rough! Robert Redford wasn't there so Julia had to show me what to do with all the machines. I did about an hour or so, copying her and working around each machine in turn. My head was throbbing but I carried on. I must have looked very strange with my black eye and baggy jogging gear. 'Now we hit the free weights!' She said. I didn't know what that meant. She set me up with some small weights on a bar and showed me curls and presses. Then she got some dumbells out and showed me what to do with them too. It was so complicated. She left me to go and get some water and then I saw her though the glass wall of the gym chatting to some hunk. I decided she would be some time so I carried on with the weights. I curled the bar in front of me and after about twenty times my arms were burning. Exercise was a novelty to me; I was never sporty at school. I was just about to stop because of the pain when I got a sort of electric shock between my legs. 'Wow!' I gasped. It was like a mini orgasm. As the burning in my arms got worse, the tingling around my clit became more intense. It felt amazing! I could feel myself getting very wet. I was caught in a kind of pain-pleasure short circuit; trying to stop pumping the bar but I couldn't! I was cumming repeatedly and my arms were hurting so badly I thought they would fall off any moment. This had to stop! I forced myself to let go of the bar and it thumped down on the mat at my feet. I stood there shaking like a leaf. Julia came back and saw me. 'Hey don't over do it!' She shouted. 'Be careful. Did you drop the bar, clumsy?' 'It slipped.' I lied. 'I'll get used to it.' We did about another half hour and I was careful not to reach the burning stage. Then we lazed around in the sauna and whirlpool and my body felt fantastic. If this is what weight training was like I was definitely going to join! I picked up the membership stuff on the way out and we split up because she wanted to get her hair done. I stopped off at the mall to get myself some more stylish training gear. We were going to meet up for dinner that evening. When I got home I slipped on the leotard and pranced around in front of the bedroom mirror. I was thin! Apart from my disproportionately large breasts, I was almost all skin and bone. I began to imagine how I would look with a bit more weight on me; not fat but firm muscle. Yes I think that would look really good! Then I remembered I had bought some trainers as well. The shop assistant had made a joke about my big feet and said I'd have to take the man's style for the size. I didn't mind at all. They were really cool ankle boot style and looked great! My thin shapeless legs did not look as good though! I laced them up, then pranced around some more. The same shop assistant had asked me if I was taking up fitness, and told me that there was a great new book out on weight training. I bought it. It had all the stuff in there about training methods, weights, nutrition and a whole lot of great pictures of pro female bodybuilders. I was transfixed with some of the pictures! I wondered if they had the same experience that I did! I studied the book for a couple of hours and when I met Julia, I was spouting wisdom like some kind of fitness coach. She was surprised to say the least. I didn't tell her the real reason for my enthusiasm though. At dinner I ordered steak and fries, and a huge salad. I was so thin I didn't have to worry about low fat. I just wanted to put on bulk. I normally picked at food. It was a habit I had got into. But I forced myself to finish off every scrap, even though I felt really full. Over the next five weeks I had almost become hardcore in my lifestyle. Julia was amused at first, thinking it was beginner's enthusiasm, but then I could tell she was getting a bit worried about me. She started saying it might be some psychological reaction to the break up and I should see someone. I was training as much as the book said I could, alternating body parts and going through pro routines. I was in the gym every day and learnt to control the orgasms and use them so that the increasingly hard workouts I was doing needed no discipline or grind at all. In fact I had to stop myself overdoing it all the time. Each night I slept perfectly and woke up feeling like I could run a marathon. Frank had started to phone and I had sworn Julia to secrecy. I did a great job of avoiding him and the grapevine told me he was not amused about it. Then one day the phone calls stopped. Julia did some digging and found out that he was going out with someone called Tracy. I didn't know any Tracy and what's more I couldn't give a damn. All I could think about was my routine. After six months, I hardly saw Julia in the club and she seemed to be avoiding the gym - I felt she was avoiding me. Then much later I heard she had gone abroad with her husband and was due back in about a month's time. I decided to invite her round and she turned up one Friday evening after not seeing me for well over a year. When I opened the door she just gaped at me. 'Wow!' she gasped. 'Is that you?' I had my high-heeled boots on - the ones that had upset Frank - with jeans and a sweater. I was 6'5" in the heels compared to Julia at 5'6" and I must have looked quite imposing. I had also put on quite a bit of weight. Starting from a very skinny 120 lb to nearly 180 lb now, and I was aiming for more! She just stood in the doorway staring. 'Aren't you going to come in?' I said. I took her coat and got her a drink. 'You look unbelievable!' She said. 'I haven't seen you for months and you've changed so much!' 'Yes.' I said. 'I thought you were avoiding me.' 'And I thought you were being off with me!' She replied. 'You became so obsessed. You always wanted to go down to the gym when it suited you - never when I wanted to. I thought you wanted to get rid of me.' We made friends again. I was glad. My routine must have seemed a bit obsessive, but I wasn't going to stop it now. After a few drinks I confessed about the orgasms, but explained that there was much more to it than that. I was changing as a person. We sprawled on the sofa and hit the cocktails again just like the old times. 'Remember when you asked me to feel your muscle?' I said, after we had been chatting for a bit. She nodded. 'Well have a look at this.' I said, smiling. I stood up and pulled the boots off. Then I undid the jeans and let them fall down, kicking them to one side as I pulled off the sweater and threw it onto a chair. The look on her face was cataleptic! I stood in front of her completely naked and did some poses from the book. She couldn't speak, but made a strange sound and dropped her glass on the carpet. 'Clumsy!' I said, jokingly. I had never heard Julia swear before or even use words like 'piss' or 'shit'. She was quite a nun when it came to that kind of thing. So it was my turn to be shocked when she looked me up and down and then just said 'fucking hell' really quietly several times, as if it was a chant of some kind. She looked as though she had just been hit on the head with something heavy. She slowly stretched her arm out and pointed at my body like a small child showing her mother something. The reason for this was that I could probably have entered a bodybuilding competition and won it, the way I looked right now. My progress had startled me along with quite a few regulars in the gym. They said I was a natural. Even Robert Redford said he'd never seen anybody put on muscle like I did. I had everything! Bulging calves, super hard big thighs, six pack abs, amazing biceps and triceps, V back and an incredible bulk of muscle over my wide shoulders. The only thing soft about me was my breasts, and they no longer looked out of proportion. I pulled my jeans and boots back on and got a short sleeved top from the bedroom while Julia recovered from her fit. Then I refilled her glass and told her about the adventures with my body. 'The looks are only half of it.' I said. 'I can lift heavier weights than even the biggest men in the gym. There's this guy who must weigh 250 lb with arms like tree trunks, but I am stronger than he is! My muscles are just so dense and hard! Your turn to feel.' I perched on the sofa beside her and flexed my right arm. The bicep bulged out in front of her face like a football. She shrank away from it as if it was going to bite, then tentatively reached out and felt it with her tiny hand. The touch sent a shock all the way through me, while she seemed to go back into her trance. She stroked a bit and I was worried about the fact that it was turning me on! I pulled away slightly and she squeaked 'No!' Then she grabbed my arm with both hands and pulled it back. I was getting wet! She was melting and groaning. I wasn't used to this with a woman and it was strange but electrifying! Suddenly she leant forward and began to lick and kiss my arm! I could hardly stand it. I used all my self control to keep the orgasms in check. After a few seconds of frantic licking she launched herself at me and started kissing me on the lips, pushing her tongue hard into my mouth. We kissed almost violently and then I scooped her up into my arms and carried her around the room, still kissing passionately. She was so small and light, I could have carried her for miles without getting the slightest bit tired. Instead I just took her upstairs to the bedroom. She knew about lesbian sex, but it was new to me. In the next few weeks, I learnt fast. She bought me an 8" dildo for my birthday, and the day after that, she moved in. The set-to she had with John that evening will always stick in my mind. He started off all cool saying it might be a good thing to separate for a bit, then got more and more heated as I helped her pack some things. He called us every foul name under the sun. He must have used the word 'dyke' a hundred times before I lost my temper and gave him a taste of what 180 lb of steel tigress in a bad mood was like! He was not much taller than Julia and when I stood up (in my heels) and told him to shut up, he swore at me, worse than anything I'd ever heard. I grabbed him by the neck with my right hand and closed my powerful fingers slightly. He shut up! His hands grasped my forearm and I just held him like that for a few seconds, trying to resist the temptation to close my hand any further. I knew I could crush his neck like an empty coke can. I relaxed my grip a bit to let him breathe, but at the same time, raised my arm so that he was standing on tip toe. Then I pulled him towards me slightly and lifted. My shoulder and arm muscles began to burn, and he came right off the ground. I came. It was delicious! I was showing off to my girlfriend, overpowering her mate to mark my possession of her, and having some great pulsing orgasms at the same time. I rested my left hand on my hip to strike a pose for Julia. The little man was beginning to choke and made some horrible gurgling noises, so I let him down. He scampered off to the bathroom and locked himself in. We heard sobbing as we left. There was one more big surprise in store - this time for both of us. We were dressed up to go out shopping. I had the jeans, boots and a leather jacket on and Julia was in a shirt and flat shoes. She was just putting on her jacket when the doorbell rang. I opened it. It was Frank! Standing there as large as life holding a bunch of roses. He didn't change. It took a second or two to realise that I had changed drastically and it really was me. 'What the f.......' 'You had better come in.' I said coldly. 'Now your here. We're going out so say what you have to say then slither off.' I was definitely not in the mood for this. He stepped in and I grabbed the roses from him and threw them down onto the floor, crushing them under sole of my right boot as he watched, stupified. 'You still here ?' I said in an evil tone. The sight of him made me want to throw up. He looked down at the flowers and then clenched his right fist. I knew him well enough to be ready for his lightning changes of mood. But he was going to get a shock this time. As he swung at me with his right fist, I whipped my left hand up and spread my fingers out. His fist smacked into my palm and I closed my fingers around it. He tried to pull away but the steel vice closed in on his hand and he couldn't budge it. I looked into his eyes and squeezed harder. I wanted to see the pain and fear. The noise he made was terrible - lucky the next house was about quarter of a mile away or we'd have the police round. I heard two distinct snaps from his hand and decided it was time to let go. He reeled backwards and stumbled towards the door. I turned to Julia. 'You've heard the expression "being kicked out". Now you're going to see it for real.' His arse made a good target in the doorway and the toe of my boot connected just under his right buttock. I put all of my strength into the kick and he took off! I estimate the distance was about eight feet. Double figures would have been better but I think he was a bit flabbier then when I last saw him. He collapsed onto the grass. I locked up behind us and walked straight over him with Julia on my arm. He was trying to get up and I stepped on his back, pushing his face down into the lawn. Then we carried on to the car and drove off. I didn't look back. The End.