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English translation! 8)

Tatiana

I weaved my way through the alarmed on-lookers standing in front of the posters to get inside the arena. They didn't seem to have anything else to do except stare at the muscular bodies of the queens of bodybuilding, printed as bad black and white photos. I wanted to see them in the flesh! And, if possible, to touch them! As soon as I thought about it I started to tremble and felt myself go as weak as a kitten.

Good Lord! There were only a few minutes before the start of the competition and I didn't want to miss it for anything in the world. I started to run the last few metres that separated me from the woman at the door. She was leaning against the door frame, playing with a small torch. The only thing that seemed to concern her was making this torch somersault through the air. However, when I tried to go past her, she thrust her arm out in front of me. I ran into it at full tilt and felt my feet leave the floor. Carried by momentum, I fell on my butt a few steps away.

While I got up, feeling confused and ashamed, she stood in front of me and asked politely to see my ticket. I gave it to her, along with my excuses. She smiled widely and asked me to follow her. I followed close behind.

As soon as we got into the immense arena, the lights went out. Shame! She seemed very sexy! I could, just from seeing her silhouette, make out the outlines of the muscles in her thighs, the shape of her calves. Of course, they weren't anything like what I was getting ready to see on stage, but I felt myself get terribly excited. She showed me to my seat with her torch and turned around to go back to her post at the entrance. I grabbed her by the arm and asked, "You're a bodybuilder too, aren't you?" As I was holding her by the arm, I couldn't stop myself from squeezing my fingers to feel her muscles, hoping that she wouldn't notice.

She leaned towards me and whispered in my ear.

"No! I'm a fitness girl!"

She made to leave and, as I was trying to sit down, she took me by the arm and pulled me towards her, pressing her thumb down on my biceps as she did. It was really painful but I tried not to show it. She whispered, "Mine are harder, aren't they?" She whispered softly into my ear, as if she wanted the words to imprint themselves onto my brain. My legs gave way.

I felt myself fall into my chair, as if her breath had put me there. She still held me by the neck, I think to stop me from collapsing. She pressed her lips together to stop herself from laughing and, with a big smile, wished me good evening. I sat there for a few seconds, enough time to take in what had happened, then I sat up in my chair.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

Intrigued, I turned my head slightly, and then turned back to the podium. On the seat next to mine was a young woman of about twenty years of age, looking down at the stage where the host had just arrived. She said again, "The usher… she's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes, she's very beautiful – very muscular, too!" I said, smiling.

"Did you mean – too muscular? Men don't like women who are too muscular."

"Oh, no, not at all! To tell you the truth, she wasn't muscular enough for my taste. But I don't understand – why are you here if you don't like muscular girls?"

"All I said was that men don't like muscular women." I couldn't help but laugh.

"And what makes you say that?"

"I'm very muscular myself and no-one has ever said that I was beautiful."

I turned my head to look at her. The young woman looked athletic, I'll give you that, but she was far from being a bodybuilder. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to disappoint her. At that moment the host slipped away and I saw that the show was going to start. I decided I didn't want to miss a thing.

"I don't want to seem rude, but, it's starting, so…"

"I understand…" The young woman sounded so disappointed that I started to feel guilty. I decided to make up for it.

"Sorry!" I said. "I just meant that we should talk without looking at each other… so we don't miss the routines."

"Oh! I thought that you didn't want to…"

"No, no! It's really nice to talk to someone with such a pretty voice." She didn't reply. The first bodybuilder had come on stage and was getting ready to start her routine.

"You see," I said, "that's muscle! Look at those biceps! You think men don't like muscular women? You're wrong – look at her! She's extraordinary!" I paused. "Having said that, you're right about one thing: I'd never dare to go up to her and tell her she was beautiful."

"And why not? As – "

"You're joking, aren't you? If she slapped me my head might fall off!"

"That's stupid! Why would she do that when you'd just complimented her?" I thought quietly for a moment, asking myself whether she was right or not.

"I don't know…"

"And have you ever had a bodybuilder girlfriend?"

"No!"

"Well of course, if you'd never talk to one!" She paused. "Have you asked your girlfriend to get into bodybuilding?"

"I did!"

"Well?"

"Well? Well, I haven't seen her in four years."

"The way you're talking about her, it seems like you've not forgotten her…"

"No, you're right there… oh, wow, look at those abs!"

"You're making me think about my first love. He liked built girls too. I joined a gym just to please him…"

"Because he asked you?" I glanced quickly at her to size up her muscles: she was far less muscular than the usher. The poor girl seemed to be thinking of herself as one of the girls on stage. She was a long way from their size.

"No! He always thought of me as a friend. I was mad about him but I never had the courage to tell him. I was so thin at that time! They used to call me 'Bag Of Bones'."

"You're joking! I knew a girl with that nickname! A nice girl, very pretty… I thought she might have liked me, although she never said so. She was a bit thin for my taste. It was a shame, I really liked her…" I stopped for a moment. A second bodybuilder had come on stage, even more muscular than the first.

"Oh, my G – Have you seen that girl! Her arms are huge! If only I could touch them – just once!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and warm breath in my ear: "Mine are bigger," she whispered. "But you'd expect that, I am forty centimetres taller and my shoulders are stronger…"

I started to wonder if she wasn't fantasising about the muscular forms of the bodybuilders, or if she wasn't a lesbian. How could she compare her small biceps with the enormous masses of muscle of the goddess on stage? She continued: "And, you can see, those muscles aren't defined: mine are denser, harder… do you want to touch them?" This time, I took her hand and turned to ask her to be quiet, but I got a surprise!

The girl by my side had her eyes fixed on the stage and, tellingly, both hands on the back of the chair in front. Before I had time to react, I felt the warm breath of the woman speaking to me again. "I'm behind you," she whispered. With her free hand, she'd taken my jaw and was keeping my head locked on the stage.

"No! Don't turn around; you'll miss the show because of me." I tried anyway, but I couldn't move. Even though I was trying with all my might, nothing happened. I fought until I was exhausted but my head didn't move, even one millimetre. She kept me that way for a moment then, once I'd given up, she let go of me gently. "Don't move," she whispered.

She slid her hands down my arms to grab my wrists. Then she spread them slowly away from my body. I didn't move and I don't know why. Perhaps it was because I felt her presence behind me and imagined her pressed up against the chair, rubbing her enormous muscles against the velour. Perhaps it was because my jaw was still sore, and that reminded me that resistance would have been futile. Perhaps it was because, in letting myself be dominated, I was living a long-held fantasy! My thoughts began to drift away and I decided to give them over, totally, to appreciating this one moment.

I felt my hands pass under my armpits and around my body. I thought vaguely about lowering my arms but before I could do anything I was lifted above my chair, moved through the air and then sat down, one row further away, on a seat next to her. A huge arm was thrust in front of my eyes, completely blocking the view.

"I told you it was bigger!"

Bigger? That was an understatement! Muscles jostled each other for place. Huge veins filled with blood snaked in between them, pushing the muscle fibres to their limits and showing off their relief. At the slightest movement I could see muscles crawling under supertight skin.

"Do you want to touch them?"

As I stayed stock still, she had to repeat the question: "Do you want to touch them?"

Only one thing was running through my mind: who could have such a pair of arms? This time, I put my hand on the enormous biceps that had been offered to me and spread my fingers out to try and grab it. Then, I pushed to get it out of the way so I could see the face of the person hidden behind. The impressive mass of strength hardened as I did so, changing size and shape, without the arm moving one inch. I hung on to it and heaved myself up to see over it. My fingers slid the length of the tensed muscle. I fell back onto my seat. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Who… who… who are you?" I asked. She lowered her arm and put it heavily on her thighs, then, treating me to a fleeting smile, replied.

"Your new girlfriend! Unless you think I'm too muscular?" I was excited and afraid at the same time. I stammered something incomprehensible, the trembling that had overtaken me stopping me from saying the slightest thing. She stopped my suffering by putting a finger on my lips.

"Don't answer straight away. Take the time to get to know me better." She took me by the chin and lifted my head up so she could look into my eyes.

"You're cute. You remind me of…" All of a sudden her face froze. She sat for a moment, without saying anything. Then, her cheeks started to shake slightly. She then started to chew on her lip, smiling, until she decided to say something.

"Michel?"

"Er… yes… yes, my name is Michel." She took me by the shoulders, keeping my arms stuck to my sides. I couldn't move, her grip was so tight. My arms were hurting me but I could still feel her trembling hands increase the pressure, forcing my arms further into my sides, which were ready to give way. I screwed my eyes up with the pain.

"You're hurting me!" She lowered her head and let me go. A few strands of blonde hair fell on her face, but I saw a tear run down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so happy! Michel, it's me! Bag Of Bones! Ta – Bag Of Bones!"

"Tatiana? You are – I, I mean – you are – Tatiana?"

"Yeeeees! You remember me?" She put her hands to her cheeks before continuing.

"I don't believe it – I did it! I found you!"

"'Found me'? What do you mean, 'found me'?" Tatiana, taking me by the neck, obliged me to look in her eyes.

"I love you!" she said. "I've always loved you! You're the reason why I got into bodybuilding, that I followed all those diets, had those treatments… you're the reason I've been going to bodybuilding contests for years, thinking I could find you. And now, just when I was beginning to lose hope… here you are!"

She stuck her lips to mine and kissed me passionately.

[Fonk]

Hey, that's sweet work! Thanks for sharing it with us. 😉

[Fonk]

That is totally awesome! Well done!

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That pic is just awesome. 😮 Thanks for posting! Your adoring public salutes you!

[Fonk]

That is insanely beautiful. Thanks so much!

[Fonk]

I like this. It's always good to see part of the process. 8)

[Fonk]

Fonk… Do you feel up to translating the other chapters?

Yes! It's just finding the time. :-[

[Fonk]

Thanks for the feedback, all! It makes it all worthwhile. I really enjoyed writing this story, which is now on Brawna – http://www.brawna.org/node/296.

[Fonk]

As awesome as ever! 😮

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That's weirdly really hot. I also like the picture you've provided: Dytia's pose is cool. 😉

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