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|Aubrey is one unique girl. Going from being the small inferior young sister to muscular goddess. Meet Aubrey, her sisters and her friends.|
The large wooden door of the big white mansion opened and a large man the size of a Mr. Olympia competitor in a black suit appeared.
"You must be the winner of the meet and greet with miss Wendy?" He asked politely in a British accent. "I am miss Wendy's personal assistant, Carson Mac Alastair."
I nodded in agreement, and he kindly gestured me to follow.
Passing the large marble hallway, we entered the living area with a large open kitchen. in one of the corners stood a metal rack with a selection of supplements and shakes that was as big as the selection of the average health shop. On the counter a meal was being prepared. I spotted at least a dozen kilos of chicken and some big chunks of steak resting in a very tasty looking marinade.
Everything was massive, and I'm not just talking about the size of the rooms: the couches; tables; chairs; kitchen equipment; fridges. Everything was larger than normal. It was like looking at a house from the perspective of a small child.
Passing the main living area, we finally reached the large wooden doors. "Miss Wendy is expecting you."
Carson did not wait for me to enter and turned around to walk away. I opened the door and entered one of the largest rooms in the mansion. It was her private gym, the size of any commercial gym, packed to the brink with the newest and most expensive fitness technologies.
it was unlike any gym I had ever seen. In the corridors I felt like a little kid, but here I felt like an ant. Every single piece of equipment was impossibly big. The dumbbells on the ground next to me each had a diameter of at least 80 centimetres and the number on them read 100kg. And to top it all, this was one of the smaller dumbbells I could spot.
My attention was drawn to the sound of metal slamming together. To the far end of the gym a barbell moved up and down in a perfect motion. The bar had to be twice as thick as the normal Olympic bars, and still it was bending on the tips cause of the surreal weight it had to hold. Packed onto it were a set of 4 discs each the size of a tractor wheel. But made of frigging solid steel! Slowly I started to walk over to the surreal contraption.
With a loud clash and screeching of metal the bar was put back into the solid rack, a shockwave rumbling the walls around us. The woman I came here to meet sat up from her laying position. There she was, Wendy. I had seen her a million times on the web, I had bought her videos and downloaded her pictures. But in reality she was even more impressive than I had imagined.
Carson, the butler, felt like he was twice as big as me, but Wendy made his Olympian physique look like something insignificant. Her quads bulged outward to the size of my own waist as she stepped from the bench. Slightly trembling from her surreal feat of strength a few seconds earlier, she flexed and stretched her arms. Her pumped biceps were harder than steel, and bigger than my head, moving gracefully and powerfully, yet her appearance and body language were both utterly feminine, and so hot.
Wendy grabbed a towel to clean the sweat from her red, heat-radiating face. "Welcome!" She said with the cutest smile.
I couldn't help myself and just had to ask her how much she benched.answer hit me like an arrow to the chest, her words resonating like an echo in my mind. Did she really say she benched 1.500 kilos?
Her claim sounded ridiculously impossible, however the weights that littered the floor and racks before me were proof of it. Still She spotted the hesitation in me, and walked over to a table in the corner. With one swoop she swiped away the water bottles and bandages from the table and placed her arm on it, inviting me to join her.
"Come here and I'll take away your doubt" She said with a challenging tone. "Your well-rested manhood against my tired, overworked female body. I've trained my chest and arms for three hours straight now, and I feel rather weak at this point. But don´t worry – I’ll still allow you to use both arms and lean in with your entire body..."
Wendy of Wendy! I always liked her a lot, her funny and energetic personality. I actually made this morph ages ago, and It just took me a while to write a little story to go with it. The morph isn't perfect, but I still hope you like it. And... just in case someone does wonder, the first person perspective of the story is just fictional, not like the guy in the picture is me, no friggin way haha!