The transformation was astonishing. Skinny Alison was gone, replaced by a muscular beauty. She wasn't bulky, but lithe and athletic, looking like she just stepped off the field at the Olympics. She was sporting a substantial amount of muscle, not a bodybuilder by any means, but enough that her tone and definition were obvious. It wasn't surprising; after all if the protein synthesis was working she had probably added 15 pounds of muscle to her frame in the last hour. She ran her hands over her now six-pack abs amazed by their shape and hardness. She couldn't resist flexing her biceps, and was surprised by the bulge that popped out in her arms.
Her self-examination was interrupted by the sound of Holly coming into the ladies' room. Alison quickly slipped her blouse back on. There was no way the bra was going to fit, but Alison hardly needed it, though her breasts did seem a bit fuller. Perhaps a side-effect of the female hormonal pathways she used for the protein synthesis? If so, it would be a welcome side effect. Her blouse was still quite loose, but the polyester blend was heavy enough to keep her from getting arrested without a bra, but light enough that her small breasts poked sexily against it. The blouse was starting to get tight across her back and shoulders, but was still pretty loose fitting overall. Alison opened the stall door and exited, her skirt still distressingly tight across her formerly flat bottom, but there was nothing that could be done about that right now. She was going to have to go shopping in the near future though.
"I'm sorry, miss. He sent me in to watch you. He thinks you're puking your dinner up right now. No one your size has ever finished the gut buster, never mind twice! I wouldn't ever have believed it. You weren't... were you? Barfing, I mean." Alison stammered, speaking too quickly. She was suddenly strangely intimidated by the tall woman in front of her.
"No, hardly .. Holly", replied Alison, reading the name off of Holly's tag. She thought to herself for a second. She knew she should just get out of there, jump in her car and drive off, avoid any kind of confrontation. That was always her first instinct. But Alison was feeling a surge of confidence and even pride for the first time in a long time. She was enjoying the attention.
"It's just that I'm in training, pretty seriously too. And I have to eat a tremendous amount of food to keep up with it. Like thousands of calories a day,” The lie was smoothly and confidently delivered, and Alison couldn't help smirking as she said it.
Holly nervously pulled a stick of lipstick from her purse and looked into the mirror as she applied it.
"That makes sense, I guess", she said, in between rolling her lips together. It didn't really, but she had heard that athletes did eat a lot of food to keep their strength up. "What are you in training for?"
"Bodybuilding." The word popped out of Alison's mouth without missing a beat. She chuckled inside. Alison Galloway pretending to be a bodybuilder. That was a stretch!
"No way!" Holly turned to Alison, done with her lipstick. "Lady you're too skinny!"
"Well, I'm just starting out, to be honest." It was honest too, damn it! She certainly hadn't been anything like a bodybuilder yesterday! "But I'm making great progress so far. Here, let me show you."
Holly's heart sped up just a bit with excitement. Alison rolled her sleeve up on her left arm and flexed for Holly. Her bicep popped up again, and Holly's jaw dropped as she stared transfixed. She slowly reached out her arm to touch Alison's pausing only to mutter, "May I?”
"Go ahead", replied Alison in a deep, confident voice. She was enjoying this moment more than she would have ever guessed.
Holly's arm cupped Alison's bicep gently. It was warm, and the skin was soft, but underneath it was like marble, hard and solid.
"Damn! I never would have guessed you were built like that! Girl, I'd KILL for an arm like that!" Holly wasn't exaggerating much. She'd always been fascinated with the look of muscular women, and wished she could look like them. But she never had the willpower to work at it. She'd joined a few gyms, but never lasted more than a month, mostly because she was confused by the exercise selection, and more than a little intimidated by all the fit, muscular people.
"It's easier than you think Holly", Alison replied. If only you knew how easy it was! She didn't know where the next thing she spoke came from, but she heard herself offering, "If you'd like, maybe we can meet someday and I'll show you a few things in the gym." Now where did that come from? What the hell did Alison know about a gym? Hopefully the 'someday' would save her.
"Here's my card. Give me a call sometime".
"Thanks, Alison.” Holly stammered still preoccupied from touching Alison's arm. "I might do that!"
Alison angled past the still distracted Holly and out of the ladies room. Holly followed her our a few seconds later. Alison needed to get her coat and get out of Ray's, hopefully before Ray noticed and made trouble for her. But no such luck, Ray was still sitting at the table where she had left her coat.
...
"Little lady, I don't know how, but I'm being scammed. Nobody your side eats 2 belt busters, no way. Now I don't know if you just puked your guts out, or got rid of the food some other way, but no way you finished the contest fair and square. Ah'm gonna have to ask you to pay for your food."
Alison was about to object when Holly jumped in. "She's legit Ray. She's a bodybuilder, and needs to eat a lot to grow her muscles."
"A bodybuilder?? A lady bodybuilder? This skinny thing?" Ray laughed his booming laugh "Haw Haw!! Building up big strong muscles, are you darlin'? Lemme see your big muscles!"
Alison was becoming angry now. Yesterday this kind of confrontation would have probably sent her into a seizure, or at least left her crying. But today it was just making her mad.
"Listen, Ray, I followed the rules of the contest, and I'm going to be on my way."
"Sure thing, soon as you pay up,” Ray was still chuckling to himself. "Lady bodybuilders, what's this world coming to. Hell, bodybuilding in general is pretty dumb. I remember back when Ah was playing football, those bodybuilder guys in the gym. The looked like Hercules, but they was all show and no go, weaklings each and every one of em."
"Care to see who's the weakling here, tough guy?" Again the words slipped out of Alison's mouth before she even realized it. It was like someone else was talking. But they were out there.
"Haw! Haw! Haw! little lady, what you have in mind? You wanna arm rassle or something? Haw! Haw!"
"If it'll get me out of here, sure. But I only will wrestle you on one condition. If I win I walk out without having to pay. And believe me I'm NEVER coming back."
"And if Ah win?"
"Well, then I guess I have to pay my bill."
"Deal! Follow me out back."
'What the hell?’ thought Alison to herself. She had nothing to lose, Ray wasn't going to let her out without paying anyways.
True to its macho image, Ray's Ranch house did have a competition arm wrestling table in the back. Sometimes some of the customers wanted to test their strength against each other, or against the owner. Ray almost never lost.
Alison and Ray went to the back room and sat on opposite sides of the table, putting their elbows in the padded circles and grabbed the posts with their left hands. Holly was playing referee, and held their hands together in the top position. Secretly she was pulling for Alison, but she knew the girl had no chance. Ray outweighed her by more than 100 pounds, and he was the arm wrestling king around the restaurant. Alison had some nice muscle in her arm, for a girl, but she wasn't close to Ray.
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