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Back to civilization, Melissa went to work for real this time. Sila was a bit intimidated by the attention, but her “student” did her best to keep her in the background. With the nutritionist’s help, she soon started putting on the pounds.
The older woman was surprised by the strictness. Back in the day, there had been rules, yes, but in a way, they were more like guidelines. The athletes were expected to stick to them, but it was generally seen as pointless to be too religious about them.
Sila was the prophet of correct eating. She insisted on preparing all the food herself, submerging herself in towers of plastic tins and filling them with precisely weighed and assembled menus. For Melissa, this was a bit much. She was used to occasionally go on a party, even when preparing for a competition. She would drink maybe half a glass of beer and eat some sausages, maybe even a small slice of cake. As long as she wasn’t dieting, there could be no harm done, couldn’t there?
Wrong!
When Sila found out, she suddenly appeared during Melissa’s massage and said:
“I heard you’ve been cheating on your diet.”
“Me? No. Not at all. I just had a small slice of cake at Gaby’s party.”
A thumb was rammed ruthlessly into Melissa’s tensed muscles. She yelped:
“Hey! Stop that! It hurts!”
“It better! What do you think you are doing? How can you hope to win if you cheat on yourself?”
“Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop! Come on! It was just a tiny …”
“No. No cake.”
Melissa shouted at her ex who was kneading her back muscles:
“Al, do something!”
He chuckled:
“Face it, Mel, she’s right.”
“Don’t you dare stab me in the back, Al!”
Grinning, he sank his fingers into the same spot as Sila. Melissa groaned.

“Following our report on the Russian champion bodybuilder Elisaveta Simonovna, a challenger has arisen to fight for our country. I’m here in Callowhill, Pennsylvania, with Melissa Whitmore, who is training to defeat her and, as she says, bring the trophy back to where it belongs.”
Elena Gutierrez turned to Melissa as the camera panned to her. She was looking good. Nora had helped her with the makeup, doing her best to make her look younger and more vigorous. Her muscles were growing nicely. She had managed to add maybe ten pounds recently, and the diet was definitely working. This was good, hard mass, with little flab. She was feeling the strength return, her clothes getting tight.
For the show, she was wearing a sleeveless workout top and some tight capri pants, both off-white with red, white and blue details. Nothing too extreme yet, but useful for framing the competition. Al had insisted on this. After all, they needed the donations.
Melissa smiled and waved at the camera, careful to give her muscles a bit of a flex to show it off. She had pumped up right beforehand, and she was feeling good.
“Hi!”
“So, Melissa, tell us about your challenge.”
“It’s easy, really. We saw your show and the guys convinced me to start training again. I know I can do this and I will win the trophy for our country.”
“That’s great. But aren’t you a bit old?”
Melissa had been expected things like these. She took a quick breath to stop herself from scowling and smiled instead:
“Don’t worry, Elena, I have been training all my life and bodybuilding is a long-term sport. You have to stay on the ball to build a solid foundation. I’m certain I’ll be in the best shape I can be when push comes to shove.”
“You told me you have a great team to help you. Just how much work is it to be a champion bodybuilder?”
“You know how it is, it’s a lot of work, but it’s also great fun. Plus, it’s really healthy. It protects the heart and the bones and it gives me a lot of energy. So winning the competition is one thing, but the true victory is the strength that comes with it!”
The reporter turned back to the camera:
“As you can see, Melissa is brimming with confidence.” In the background, the older woman hit a double biceps pose and poked out her tongue. “We wish her good luck and we’ll keep the audience posted! This is Elena Gutierrez, and back to you, Janet.”
The camera was switched off and Melissa relaxed. Elena turned to her and said:
“We’re going to visit you again in a month or so. Keep us posted on this. I want this to be my big story.”
“Cool! Thank you.”
“Maybe we’ll even make a big segment showing your training.”
“That would be awesome. Just tell me when you want to come over!”
Melissa was relieved. That went well. She said goodbye to the reporter and returned to work.

At the Iron Bar, the regulars assembled to watch the segment. When it was over after maybe twenty seconds, there was a lot of tension in the room.
“What does she mean, ‘Aren’t you a bit old?’. I mean, what kind of question is that?”
“Fucking media! They can’t just stay neutral.”
“Yeah, right. Screw them! Our Mel, she’s the best. That woman should just go back to her commie friends if she loves them that much!”
Al drew them another beer and smiled at Melissa. She was sitting there with her tea and watched the “debate”.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to be national news, Mel.”
“Come on. When did women’s bodybuilding ever do anything other than grossing people out?”
“Times have changed. People’s reactions have been really positive on the social media account. We’re actually getting money here.”
“Seriously? Wow. Well, maybe I have a chance after all.” She nodded happily. “Listen, I’m going to turn in. Sila hates it when I miss my sleep.”
“You really got yourself your own little dictator, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes. Definitely.”

Nora came to the gym, looking all happy.
“Guess who just got her pro … Whoa.”
She found Melissa sitting on the bench, doing concentration curls with seventy pound dumbbells. The older woman was groaning as she pulled the weight back up, working nice and slow. Every time it went up, Nora could see her biceps swell, a thick ball of muscle stretching her skin. She watched as Melissa finished the set.
“And twenty. Wow.” Melissa set the weight down and wiped the sweat from her brow. She looked at Nora. “Sorry, I just have to do the other arm right now.”
“It’s cool. Can I watch?”
“Sure. Enjoy.”
Melissa went to work. Nora was amazed. Every movement was calm and controlled. No jerking around, no rushed moves, just slow and, well, concentrated curling. Melissa carefully used her breath to regulate her power. Her arms were swelling and relaxing in their steady rhythm. Nora liked what she was seeing. She wondered if she’d reach this zen level of control eventually. Sure, she could do this for a while, but when she got bored, she’d lose focus. With Melissa, it was obvious that she was only thinking of this. And it was obviously hard.
Sweat was pouring from her body, her muscles were fighting hard to move the weight and she was keeping the pain at bay with her willpower.
At last, the set was over and she set the weight down.
She got up. Nora couldn’t help but admiring her. Since she started again, Melissa had really tightened her body. What little flab she had had disappeared and little bits of definition were popping up all over her body. She was getting into shape as if it were nothing.
The older woman wiped the worst sweat off and asked:
“So, what’s news?”
“I got my pro card!”
A smiled spread over Melissa’s face and she embraced her student happily. Nora’s silicone breasts pushed against her developing pecs. She had always found those things odd, but at physique level, it was expected. Nora liked them and showed them off whenever she could.
“That’s amazing! Good work!”
“It was all thanks to you.”
“Me? Not at all, you did all the work.”
“Stop being so modest. You were amazing and I want to pay you back.”
“It’s alright.”
Nora got out of the embrace and took a step back:
“No, seriously. You’re going to need all the help you can get, so I’m going to do everything that I can.”
Melissa smiled:
“Thank you.”
“Good. Now get back to work. I’ll join you for the next set!”
“Right away.”

Elisaveta was standing in the middle of her training room like a statue, the two hundred-twenty pound barbell in her hands. She was doing shrugs and her body was feeling like a ball of pain. She gritted her teeth and forced her lips into a smile. This was how you were supposed to act. Training as a ballerina and a gymnast had made her able to turn the torture into a mask of happiness.
The effect was bizarre. Her face was all hard and tight, the roids and growth hormones having transformed her slim, elegant jaw into something wider and more bestial. She didn’t mind. Her “sponsor” loved her this way. He had his wife to take care of his children and be elegant on formal occasions, but he had Elisaveta when it came to passion. When he came to visit her or asked her to meet him, she would let him fuck her any way he wanted and she loved it. She was horny all the time anyway. His order for her not to screw with anybody else annoyed her, though.
She found it hard not to fuck her trainers. They were good-looking, strong and tough. Mostly though, they were here. And Viktor wasn’t.
Ever since her win at the championships, he had been even hornier, but at the same time, he had to take care of his business, so he would only pop over for an hour or so and disappear again. Once, they only fucked in the limo on the way to the airport. She hated that. It left her craving more and she had to satisfy herself with her fist.
Well, for now, she could just channel her horniness into her pumping.
That’s when the phone came on. She told it to answer and put it on the large TV screen.
It was Viktor. Her smile turned into a grin. She licked her lips.
“Lizochka, how are you?”
She flexed her shoulders, making them swell to an insane size and said:
“I’m fine, but I’m very horny. You have to come here fast. I need your cock.”
“I can’t. But there’s something I need you to take a look at.”
“Dick pic?”
“Later.”
Melissa appeared on screen. Viktor said:
“This American woman wants to beat you.”
“Hah! She has no chance. Look at her. She’s tiny!”
“I know, but I want you to defeat her utterly. I want you to humiliate her. Those fuckers deserve it!”
“It’ll be a pleasure. I will get even bigger. I will crush her. I will be the best. For you!”
“Yes! That’s great. I hope I can see you soon.”
“I need you here, Vitya.”
He disappeared and she returned to her training. She would destroy that ridiculous woman!

Description
Back to civilization, Melissa went to work for real this time. Sila was a bit intimidated by the attention, but her “student” did her best to keep her in the background. With the nutritionist’s help, she soon started putting on the pounds.
The older woman was surprised by the strictness. Back in the day, there had been rules, yes, but in a way, they were more like guidelines. The athletes were expected to stick to them, but it was generally seen as pointless to be too religious about them.
Sila was the prophet of correct eating. She insisted on preparing all the food herself, submerging herself in towers of plastic tins and filling them with precisely weighed and assembled menus. For Melissa, this was a bit much. She was used to occasionally go on a party, even when preparing for a competition. She would drink maybe half a glass of beer and eat some sausages, maybe even a small slice of cake. As long as she wasn’t dieting, there could be no harm done, couldn’t there?
Wrong!
When Sila found out, she suddenly appeared during Melissa’s massage and said:
“I heard you’ve been cheating on your diet.”
“Me? No. Not at all. I just had a small slice of cake at Gaby’s party.”
A thumb was rammed ruthlessly into Melissa’s tensed muscles. She yelped:
“Hey! Stop that! It hurts!”
“It better! What do you think you are doing? How can you hope to win if you cheat on yourself?”
“Ow! Ow! Stop! Stop! Come on! It was just a tiny …”
“No. No cake.”
Melissa shouted at her ex who was kneading her back muscles:
“Al, do something!”
He chuckled:
“Face it, Mel, she’s right.”
“Don’t you dare stab me in the back, Al!”
Grinning, he sank his fingers into the same spot as Sila. Melissa groaned.

“Following our report on the Russian champion bodybuilder Elisaveta Simonovna, a challenger has arisen to fight for our country. I’m here in Callowhill, Pennsylvania, with Melissa Whitmore, who is training to defeat her and, as she says, bring the trophy back to where it belongs.”
Elena Gutierrez turned to Melissa as the camera panned to her. She was looking good. Nora had helped her with the makeup, doing her best to make her look younger and more vigorous. Her muscles were growing nicely. She had managed to add maybe ten pounds recently, and the diet was definitely working. This was good, hard mass, with little flab. She was feeling the strength return, her clothes getting tight.
For the show, she was wearing a sleeveless workout top and some tight capri pants, both off-white with red, white and blue details. Nothing too extreme yet, but useful for framing the competition. Al had insisted on this. After all, they needed the donations.
Melissa smiled and waved at the camera, careful to give her muscles a bit of a flex to show it off. She had pumped up right beforehand, and she was feeling good.
“Hi!”
“So, Melissa, tell us about your challenge.”
“It’s easy, really. We saw your show and the guys convinced me to start training again. I know I can do this and I will win the trophy for our country.”
“That’s great. But aren’t you a bit old?”
Melissa had been expected things like these. She took a quick breath to stop herself from scowling and smiled instead:
“Don’t worry, Elena, I have been training all my life and bodybuilding is a long-term sport. You have to stay on the ball to build a solid foundation. I’m certain I’ll be in the best shape I can be when push comes to shove.”
“You told me you have a great team to help you. Just how much work is it to be a champion bodybuilder?”
“You know how it is, it’s a lot of work, but it’s also great fun. Plus, it’s really healthy. It protects the heart and the bones and it gives me a lot of energy. So winning the competition is one thing, but the true victory is the strength that comes with it!”
The reporter turned back to the camera:
“As you can see, Melissa is brimming with confidence.” In the background, the older woman hit a double biceps pose and poked out her tongue. “We wish her good luck and we’ll keep the audience posted! This is Elena Gutierrez, and back to you, Janet.”
The camera was switched off and Melissa relaxed. Elena turned to her and said:
“We’re going to visit you again in a month or so. Keep us posted on this. I want this to be my big story.”
“Cool! Thank you.”
“Maybe we’ll even make a big segment showing your training.”
“That would be awesome. Just tell me when you want to come over!”
Melissa was relieved. That went well. She said goodbye to the reporter and returned to work.

At the Iron Bar, the regulars assembled to watch the segment. When it was over after maybe twenty seconds, there was a lot of tension in the room.
“What does she mean, ‘Aren’t you a bit old?’. I mean, what kind of question is that?”
“Fucking media! They can’t just stay neutral.”
“Yeah, right. Screw them! Our Mel, she’s the best. That woman should just go back to her commie friends if she loves them that much!”
Al drew them another beer and smiled at Melissa. She was sitting there with her tea and watched the “debate”.
“If you’re not careful, you’re going to be national news, Mel.”
“Come on. When did women’s bodybuilding ever do anything other than grossing people out?”
“Times have changed. People’s reactions have been really positive on the social media account. We’re actually getting money here.”
“Seriously? Wow. Well, maybe I have a chance after all.” She nodded happily. “Listen, I’m going to turn in. Sila hates it when I miss my sleep.”
“You really got yourself your own little dictator, didn’t you?”
“Oh yes. Definitely.”

Nora came to the gym, looking all happy.
“Guess who just got her pro … Whoa.”
She found Melissa sitting on the bench, doing concentration curls with seventy pound dumbbells. The older woman was groaning as she pulled the weight back up, working nice and slow. Every time it went up, Nora could see her biceps swell, a thick ball of muscle stretching her skin. She watched as Melissa finished the set.
“And twenty. Wow.” Melissa set the weight down and wiped the sweat from her brow. She looked at Nora. “Sorry, I just have to do the other arm right now.”
“It’s cool. Can I watch?”
“Sure. Enjoy.”
Melissa went to work. Nora was amazed. Every movement was calm and controlled. No jerking around, no rushed moves, just slow and, well, concentrated curling. Melissa carefully used her breath to regulate her power. Her arms were swelling and relaxing in their steady rhythm. Nora liked what she was seeing. She wondered if she’d reach this zen level of control eventually. Sure, she could do this for a while, but when she got bored, she’d lose focus. With Melissa, it was obvious that she was only thinking of this. And it was obviously hard.
Sweat was pouring from her body, her muscles were fighting hard to move the weight and she was keeping the pain at bay with her willpower.
At last, the set was over and she set the weight down.
She got up. Nora couldn’t help but admiring her. Since she started again, Melissa had really tightened her body. What little flab she had had disappeared and little bits of definition were popping up all over her body. She was getting into shape as if it were nothing.
The older woman wiped the worst sweat off and asked:
“So, what’s news?”
“I got my pro card!”
A smiled spread over Melissa’s face and she embraced her student happily. Nora’s silicone breasts pushed against her developing pecs. She had always found those things odd, but at physique level, it was expected. Nora liked them and showed them off whenever she could.
“That’s amazing! Good work!”
“It was all thanks to you.”
“Me? Not at all, you did all the work.”
“Stop being so modest. You were amazing and I want to pay you back.”
“It’s alright.”
Nora got out of the embrace and took a step back:
“No, seriously. You’re going to need all the help you can get, so I’m going to do everything that I can.”
Melissa smiled:
“Thank you.”
“Good. Now get back to work. I’ll join you for the next set!”
“Right away.”

Elisaveta was standing in the middle of her training room like a statue, the two hundred-twenty pound barbell in her hands. She was doing shrugs and her body was feeling like a ball of pain. She gritted her teeth and forced her lips into a smile. This was how you were supposed to act. Training as a ballerina and a gymnast had made her able to turn the torture into a mask of happiness.
The effect was bizarre. Her face was all hard and tight, the roids and growth hormones having transformed her slim, elegant jaw into something wider and more bestial. She didn’t mind. Her “sponsor” loved her this way. He had his wife to take care of his children and be elegant on formal occasions, but he had Elisaveta when it came to passion. When he came to visit her or asked her to meet him, she would let him fuck her any way he wanted and she loved it. She was horny all the time anyway. His order for her not to screw with anybody else annoyed her, though.
She found it hard not to fuck her trainers. They were good-looking, strong and tough. Mostly though, they were here. And Viktor wasn’t.
Ever since her win at the championships, he had been even hornier, but at the same time, he had to take care of his business, so he would only pop over for an hour or so and disappear again. Once, they only fucked in the limo on the way to the airport. She hated that. It left her craving more and she had to satisfy herself with her fist.
Well, for now, she could just channel her horniness into her pumping.
That’s when the phone came on. She told it to answer and put it on the large TV screen.
It was Viktor. Her smile turned into a grin. She licked her lips.
“Lizochka, how are you?”
She flexed her shoulders, making them swell to an insane size and said:
“I’m fine, but I’m very horny. You have to come here fast. I need your cock.”
“I can’t. But there’s something I need you to take a look at.”
“Dick pic?”
“Later.”
Melissa appeared on screen. Viktor said:
“This American woman wants to beat you.”
“Hah! She has no chance. Look at her. She’s tiny!”
“I know, but I want you to defeat her utterly. I want you to humiliate her. Those fuckers deserve it!”
“It’ll be a pleasure. I will get even bigger. I will crush her. I will be the best. For you!”
“Yes! That’s great. I hope I can see you soon.”
“I need you here, Vitya.”
He disappeared and she returned to her training. She would destroy that ridiculous woman!