Joe's Story - Sally

Part 1 -

The next thing I remember was the sound of my alarm going off. The loud buzz broke the shrill predawn silence as I flicked the switch to turn it off. I lie in the quiet for several long seconds gathering myself to get off of the bed.

Only there wasn't silence. I could hear the shower running down the hall.

Why was Sally up right now?

I rolled out of bed and started looking for my clothes. As I was hunting for them, I heard the water shut off, and I swear to God, I could hear Sally singing through the door.

Sally never sang in the morning. Usually, just her getting out of bed in the morning was like pulling teeth. The normal ritual usually involved her barely getting ready in time to grab a shower before we headed to class..

When I heard the door open down the hall, I made sure to yell, "Who are you? And what did you do to Sally?"

Her heavy footsteps came around the corner, and in the singsong voice, she answered, "Well, I was tired of getting stuck with cold water in the morning, so I decided to beat you to the shower."

I turned my head, and she looked like the normal old Sally with a playful grin. She ducked back around the corner and headed for her room.

I shook my head. I still had the remnant of a headache clinging on. It was like some piece of me was somewhere else, but I couldn't focus on it.

Shrugging, I just grabbed my clothes and headed to the shower.

True to her word, she left me with just enough hot water to get half of a shower. There was no time for any of my normal morning fantasy ritual, if you know what I mean? The water quickly turned lukewarm and then ice cold.

A little grumpy and a little confused, I got dressed and headed down the stairs. And when I walked into the living room, I stopped. There was something off in this room. I looked at the bookcases, the TV stand, and the collection of knicknacks and doodads spread around the room.

It took me a good 10 seconds to realize that there was a yoga mat in the middle of the floor. Not only that, but there were two 3-pound weights sitting right next to it.

This was never Sally's ritual. Normally, the most I could ever convince her to do was the occasional walk around the block.

"This is weird. This is wrong," a voice in my head was saying. Things don't work like that.

"Don't worry about it," another voice, maybe my own answered back. "She just did something different. You're making too big of a deal about it."

"Hi Joe!" Sally's voice cut through my thoughts, and I saw my sister's friend with her normal blonde hair and baggy clothing standing in the doorway of the living room. "You do realize that the television is off? You can't watch it that way."

I shook myself. I needed to get a grip on myself.

"Were you exercising this morning?" I asked. I inwardly cringed because I sounded way more condescending than I intended.

Sally smiled, and punched me in the arm. "You bet I did. I picked up the stuff this morning. I'm turning over a new leaf starting today," she said with a big grin on her face.

"You know, I already asked this once, but who are you? And what have you done with Sally?" I walked past her, patting her on the shoulder as I headed in to grab my normal breakfast.

"I remember buying this stuff before school started and thinking I was going to turn over a new leaf. I don't know what came over me, but then I got up at 4 a.m., I couldn't get back to sleep. I spotted this stuff in the corner and figured I'd bring it out here to exercise. I got through the entire DVD that I bought.

"I'm sure I'm going to be sore tomorrow, but I feel great right now. I've never felt this good after exercising."

She paused and I felt like I needed to say something encouraging. You know after being a dick before. This was the first time in a long time that she didn't seem just a little defeated after working out. No matter what else, she was still my sister and I wanted her to have a victory.

"You know they talk about that runner high thing. Maybe it's something like that."

She grinned again, "Whatever it is. I sure hope it sticks around. Do you want to go for a run after school?"

"A run? Take it easy on me."

"Well, at least a walk then," she said with an unusual hop in her step.

Part 2 -

The entire day in my classes my head was in the clouds. I couldn't make out what suddenly sparked this change in Sally. The whole sequence of events was completely out of character. Even when there was a guy, or something that made her angry, she never woke up in the early morning to exercise.

Normally, she would just spend the day stewing in her room.

"Maybe your secret wish has come true," the little voice in my head said again.

I tried to push the thought of her becoming an amazon out of my head, but hey, I'm a perverted 20-year-old, it still lingered around the edges. I tried to not take it too far for fear that my dick would betray me. It had a funny way of doing that.

Either way, a little bit of exercise would be good for her. I'm happy with whatever is pushing her to be this person. And if she doesn't lose any weight, at least she might be happier.

When I met Sally by my beat-up Honda Accord at the end of the day, she was just as chipper as she had been this morning.

"Hey shorty," I said loudly in the parking lot. Just enough to embarrass her.

Amazingly enough, it didn't even phase her. "You know you're going to be sorry you said that one of these days. I'm going to have that growth spurt. They say that exercise can bring one on."

She grinned and gave me a wink. And then she flexed her arm before getting into the car.

***

She was ready to go on that run before we even got through the door. I had to dig out the gym shorts and a T-shirt that I wore for our walk the day before.

She wasn't kidding about the run. She was still carrying around a lot of extra weight, but it wasn't impacting her lungs or ability to jog. I was able to keep up with her, but only barely.

"Jesus," I said through gasps. "I'm going to have to get up with you in the morning and start exercising."

"You should," Sally said. Her blonde hair was plastered around her face with a sheen of sweat. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like I'm doing better with having company. I don't feel comfortable asking anyone at school to do this with me."

I paused for a moment. There it was again. That feeling like somehow this was playing into all of my fantasies. The ones that I haven't ever told anyone about.

I mean they aren't dark, but you're not supposed to think about this crap with your little sister's friends, right?

Just relax, I told myself. This is just the first week's gains. Once this is over, she'll probably just go back to being normal old Sally. I would be sad about it, sure. But it would be normal.

"You ready, yet?" Sally said with a smile and her legs jogging in place. "The last one back has to do dishes."

"OK," I said, but she had already started running. "Not fair!"

I won the race but only by a little bit.

Part 3 -

Things didn't get any less weird over the next few weeks. Every morning, Sally would wake me up to do the DVD exercise routine. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be. For the first few days, I was sore.

But Sally never was sore or tied. She never complained about it. She didn't do any of the things that normally make her stop. And just like she said, the more I did it with her, the more energetic she became.

When we got home in the evening, we would go on a jog through the neighborhood.

My friends thought we lost our minds, but I didn't care. For the first few weeks, it felt weird to have this new and improved version of Sally, but then I liked spending time with her. She was still the chipper smart ass she normally was, but without the years of feeling like she was failing.

If I had been paying more attention, I would have noticed how the days seemed to float by, and I didn't remember if the homework was getting done. I'm sure it was. I would have noticed if my grades were slipping.

Everything that wasn't Sally had disappeared. I didn't hang out with Sam or Max. I didn't think about Susan. My entire life was focused on bringing Sally's dreams to life.

Anyway, it didn't take long until I started noticing the changes in her. Her clothes were practically falling off of her within two months.Her exercise clothes hung differently, and she had developed a waist. Her arms barely shook when she was working out.

The day when she lost her first 50 pounds she came running out of the bathroom wearing only her towel.

"I did it. I did it. I did it," she was yelling as I started heading toward the bathroom to find out what she was screaming about.

Oof. She glomped onto me hard -- much harder than I was expecting. All the time, she was still yelling, "I did it!"

"What did you do?" I croaked out.

"I lost 50 pounds! I finally did it!"

I looked down at her, and realized that 1) there was only a bath towel between me and Sally's naked body and I was looking down into a surprising amount of cleavage and 2) she was gripping me quite hard.

Before I embarrassed myself, I pushed her back and said, "Awesome! I'm glad all of that work is paying off."

Sally grinned at me, and I swear I saw her wink. "I don't think I could have done it without your help."

Then she stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for doing this with me. I don't know what it is, but doing this with you makes it so much easier."

Then she gave me a wink and flexed her arm. This time I could see muscles shift under the fat.

"I'm on my way to being an amazon."

I think you can imagine what was going on in my pants. I just hoped that she didn't notice. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

It didn't take long for that 50 pounds to turn into 100 pounds, and pretty soon my Sally had turned into a regular fitness hottie.

She had to go out and buy a brand-new wardrobe for her, and it did a great job for her self-esteem.

There was never another moment exactly like the one with the bathroom, but I caught myself occasionally glancing over at her when we did our morning exercise. I would watch her muscles bunch and move, or sneak a glance at her butt. Sometimes, she caught me looking but just smiled in response.

At the time, I thought it was innocent. I prayed she couldn't see my dirty secret thoughts. The ones where I massaged those now firm hamstrings. Where I gripped those now firm biceps to see how hard they were.

Where I grabbed those hips and...

Jesus Christ. I was just moments away from fantasizing about screwing my sister's friend. What the hell is wrong with me?

I found myself sitting in class when that moment of lucidity broke through. It felt like the first time in weeks that I had been at the college, even though I knew had been there every day. My dick was uncomfortably hard, and my hand was dangerously close to it.

Jesus. What the hell was wrong with me?

But that voice in my head was back. The one that sounded like me, but definitely wasn't me.

"What is wrong with that? She's hot, isn't she."

Her being hot is not the issue. It's wrong. I shouldn't do that.

"Who says it's wrong? Is she complaining? It's not like you're forcing yourself on her. It's all in your head. All you need to do is keep enjoying it."

That's right. It's all just in my head. It's all just a fantasy, right?

If I only knew how wrong that was.

Part 4 -

Things started to change a few weeks later. Sally started acting a little down. I had gotten so used to her being peppy that the shift struck me as drastic. We still woke up every morning to exercise and went on our afternoon runs. But normally, she would challenge me, and push me harder, while I pushed her harder.

But lately, the exercising was just our routine. She wasn't excited about it anymore.

After three days of this, I found out what was going on. I caught her as I passed the bathroom, wearing a towel with her arm raised. A small and respectable mound rose out of her arm, but I heard her saying, "Damnit." under her break.

"OK. Fine. I'll bite. What's wrong?" I said stopping just at the edge of the door.

"What makes you think I wanted something?" she said with a grimace.

"Oh come on. You didn't just leave the door open for nothing."

The fight goes out of her. "How long have we been doing this?"

"Doing what? Arguing?"

"No. Meeting in steamy bathrooms," she shot back. Then seemed to realize that I was being serious, "I mean exercising."

The truth was that I couldn't remember, but I had to say something. "Probably half a year or so."

"That's what's bugging me. I feel like I should be much farther. I mean look at you," she said.

While my getting fit had never been part of my plan, it took a lot to keep up with Sally. I had started to develop a fair bit of muscle. It wasn't bodybuilder levels, but I definitely could have been mistaken for a swimmer or runner.

"Women and men build muscle at different rates," I said, trying to calm her down, but probably not helping. "You look great. You seem to feel great. You should celebrate your achievements."

"I know what you're saying is true, but..."

"But, what?"

"But I thought I was different," she said. "All of this started like magic. I never wanted to exercise before. Sure I wanted to be thin and in shape, but I hoped I wouldn't have to work at it. Like somehow my body would just change.

"But then one day I woke up and all I wanted to do was exercise. It felt great to hold those weights in my hands.

"And, instead of getting sore, I just got more into it. It kept feeding into itself. It was like one day I went to sleep normal old fat Sally and I woke up the next day as a superhero.

"I always wanted to be an amazon like Wonder Woman. I thought this was my chance."

I swallowed -- hard.

"I mean I look great right now," she cupped her breasts. "The girls are great, and I've got a great ass. I have all the boys asking for my number. All of the girls are whispering that I have an eating disorder, but.."

The silence hung for a few seconds before I offered, "You want more?"

"I want more," she turned to me held up her arm and flexed it. Not in the joking way that she had before, now she wanted to show me her muscle. A small rise appeared. "Feel that."

I pressed my fingers over what was honestly a very solid bicep. It wasn't going to win any bodybuilding competitions, but for what she had done it was great.

"That is really solid," I said, hoping to encourage her.

"But it could be bigger," she said. She moved closer to me. Her eyes locked with mine, And I could feel the heat coming from her body. That very nice rack of hers was just a hair away from me.

She started to whisper with an intensity I had never seen from her. "You can imagine it, right? That big round bicep filling your hand." Her eyes bore into mine, and I could imagine her muscle surging under my fingers. So dense that it felt like I was gripping a rock.

Then it would get so big that I could only cover a part of it with my hand. So hard that it even bullets couldn't penetrate it.

Her body heat, and the smell of the steam in the shower were doing something to my head. It wasn't like she was my sister's little friend anymore. Not in the way that I had childish fantasies about. She wasn't even the hot fitness chick that I shared my apartment with.

No in her eyes I could see what she wanted to me. What I wanted her to be -- my superhero. I wanted to give her everything to achieve that. I desperately wanted to see her become the amazon of my dreams and hers.

My dick was getting painfully hard, but I couldn't think about it. My breath was getting heavy, and I couldn't stop myself from fantasizing.

"Can you imagine me being taller? Not just a little taller, but so tall that you can't reach my arm easily like this," she said putting my thoughts into words.

I thought about her towering over me. Tall enough that her giant breasts sat above my head. Wide enough that she dwarfed everything about me.

Now she was panting a little. Her breasts were pressing up against me. And her pelvis was just inches from mine.

"And I wouldn't have just a good rack, I would have the best rack. They would be like those comics you read."

I felt my dick twitch a little bit.

She leaned up to me and got right next to my ear and whispered. "You can imagine it too. Right, shorty?"

She took her arm out of my now weak grasp, backed up and winked at me. Only this time, it wasn't playful at all. It only held a promise of something fantastical.

The spell was only broken when she walked out of the bathroom past me. Her hip brushed against my side.

What the fuck.

Part 5 -

Look. I'm not proud of what I did next, but it did take me another five minutes or so to leave that bathroom.

Sally didn't seem to notice my delay. She was back to being her normal chipper self like nothing happened in the bathroom. There was just the normal banter as we drove to school.

But when I called her shorty as I was dropping her off, her only retort was, "Not for long."

A fog descended over me and all I could think about was her growing. I needed to do anything to make that happen. I spent that lunch looking up local gyms that offered a good rate and studying how to do basic free weight exercises.

Like everything else about this fever dream, I didn't ask too many questions. I don't remember having the money to pay for the gym. I don't even remember how I found the place and got myself and Sally signed up.

All of it happened amid a series of fantasies of Sally getting bigger. Big enough that she dwarfed me, with a massive six-pack, thick legs and superhero-sized breasts.

I was so entranced that I didn't even question it anymore. She had done some sort of voodoo on me this morning, and somehow I made it work.

When she showed up at my car this afternoon, I told her I had a surprise.

"Oh really," she said with a raised eyebrow. "I'm excited to see what it is."

It took five minutes to get to the local Yellow Gym where I had hastily signed us up. She smiled with excitement when she saw where we stopped.

"So I want you to be happy," I said quickly. "I know you feel like you haven't been making any progress. I figured maybe a change to lifting weights would do the trick."

For some reason, I felt acutely embarrassed for how quickly I had given in. Like I didn't want her to know exactly what kind of pervert I was.

But Sally wasn't letting me off the hook that easily. She leaned on my leg in a way that could have been innocent, and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thank you... shorty. I'm glad that you want to see me get stronger," she said in the same husky voice she used in the bathroom this morning.

"I - I - I -"

Sally smiled at me being flustered. I can't believe I'm being flustered. How is she throwing me off so easily?

Stop it, Joe.Just think.

"I read up on some exercises that we can try with the free weights. I think we should start with those. Did you bring your exercise clothes?"

She nodded. "You bet I did. Let's go."

***

I swear Sally took to weight training with the same gusto that she had taken to running on that first day. Only now she had six months of actual exercise behind her.

She might not have started off stronger than me, but what she lacked in that she made up for in pure energy.

By the end of the first day, I swear I could see muscles that I never saw on her. Her butt swelled during squats. Her chest seemed to get a bit larger doing presses. She didn't take it easy either. She did far more exercises than I could, and even by the end of an hour she was filled with vigor.

For the first time since this morning, I had a lucid thought. Dear Lord, what had I done?