After-Hours Room Key

Megan sat cross-legged on a plain brown couch.

In her lap she cradled a thick textbook between her legs, numerous pages bookmarked by colored tabs, the worn edges of the corners digging into the crux of her bare knees. On a cheap faux-wooden coffee table before her was her usual array of study materials spread out, laid across the scratched, black surface: several notebooks, a few pens and highlighters, and a package of sticky-notes were all lined up in a neat row. A half-finished water bottle and empty bag of chips were pushed a bit farther away from the academically-purposed items. Megan turned a page.

From behind a pair of pink, half-rimmed glasses her amber eyes roamed, back and forth and up and down, scanning across every word, diagram, and footnote. Occasionally Megan would pause, lean forward, and jot something down in one of her notebooks, grab a new tab to mark a page with, or take a drink from her water. She'd uncross, and then recross her legs, the tan, mid-thigh-length shorts she wore riding up towards her groin, bunching up at her crotch - mainly around the lump in her groin she was using to keep the textbook propped up. A few straight strands of umber-hued hair hung down the sides of her face to her sharp jawline, Megan tucking them behind her ear when they tickled her sandy complexion.

Hours passed like this, Megan unmoving from her spot, intent on finishing her assigned reading and supplementary note-taking before night fell. She just wanted to enjoy the rest of her weekend stress-free! The apartment she resided in stayed mostly silent during her study session, only the occasional background thump reaching her in the living room, the sound normal and entirely expected. This was because she didn't live alone. No, Megan lived with a roommate - best friend? fuck buddy? girlfriend? - one who could be quite loud without meaning too - not that it was her fault. Megan couldn't blame Anne for being noisy accidentally, and even mentally applauded her for being as quiet as she was.

She also tried not to dwell on why Anne was this way, afraid that it might cause her to grow... distracted.

How could she not? Anne was just big and there existed not a more fitting word to describe her. Tall, curvy, muscular - in every way imaginable, Anne was large. Huge. Enormous. Gigantic. There was no end to the words that came to Megan's mind when she thought of her roommate, something she did more often than she'd ever willingly admit; even now, as she continued to study, her brain wandered, drifting away from the endless lines of text and technical pictures, drawn in a direction most impure. It wasn't easy living with the most attractive woman she'd ever laid eyes on!

Megan was of average height, but Anne made her look like a dwarf. Megan was fairly busty, but Anne made her look flat-chested. Megan was in decent shape, but Anne made her look like she didn't even know what a muscle was! She was just bigger than her in every way, shape, and form - except for the one category that made the bespectacled college-student unique. Already she could feel herself grow hot, her white t-shirt clinging tightly to her large chest, a shade of calm pink brightening her thin cheeks, attention so diverted that she was now staring at her textbook without absorbing any of the information, fingers turning the pages absently, automatically.

So unfocused that she didn't even notice the immense shadow of the very person she was fantasizing about looming over her!

"Hey Meg."

The sound of Anne's deep, booming voice ringing out from just inches away shook Megan from her perverse reverie, her head instinctively jerking upward as her hands pushed her textbook into her groin, further hiding her visible indication of shame; she didn't look high enough initially, however, her eyes stopping on Anne's massive, shirt-warping breasts and the top row of her chiseled, bulging six-pack, both only adding to the lurid heat flourishing inside of her. Seeking to stifle this carnal conundrum before it got out of hand, she quickly adjusted her view, righting herself as she made eye-contact with her towering roommate, straining her neck to meet Anne's gaze.

She cleared her throat and clamped her thighs tightly together.

"H-Hey Anne," Megan chirped, forcing a smile that she prayed didn't look as awkward as she felt, now acutely aware that she was blushing intensely, "I didn't see you there 'c-cause I was studying. Yeah, um, studying really hard! What're you up to?"

Oh God why was she talking so fast!?

"Not much, I'm kinda bored." Anne spoke, tone neutral, expression not belying whether she'd noticed Megan's state of arousal or not, "I was thinking about going to the store. Maybe pick up some groceries. Do you need anything while I'm out?"

Megan shook her head.

"No, I'm good. Thanks though!"

She paused and cocked her head.

"Didn't you just buy groceries last week? Are we out of food already?"

Anne smirked.

"Of course we're out already! You know I need my daily protein. Like, how else would I keep these babies so big!?"

Raising a massively muscular arm, Anne grinned at Megan as she flexed, clenching one of her giant fists as she curled it towards her own skull. Her bicep swelled. It stretched upward, a webbing of veins popping out across her creamy flesh, skin pulled taut over the mountain of hardened brawn; Anne's display of her immense, unnatural musculature was accompanied by a tearing noise, the sleeve on her black t-shirt shorn down the middle, stitches popping and threads fraying. Turning her head, she put on the same show with her other arm, transforming the t-shirt that had already struggled to cover much of anything into a tank top, the muscle-obliterated sleeves peeled back over Anne's broad shoulders.

Clamping her mouth shut before she drooled all over herself, Megan forced the textbook in her lap so far down into her groin that it was actively hurting her, one of her eyes shutting in a half-wince. She couldn't stop staring at Anne's muscles. It wasn't just her monstrously engorged biceps that held her attention either, the lumps like pale bowling balls jutting from Anne's upper-arms; the act also caused her shirt to ride even higher up her torso, exposing more slabs of striated beef, the bottom curvature of her humongous breasts slipping out of her top. Megan swallowed loudly as she ogled Anne's uncompromising bulk.

Why did she have to be so damn sexy!?

"Gotta keep my belly full and my muscles fueled!" Anne chuckled and patted her stomach, the sound of her gigantic palm slapping her own abs akin to someone smashing two bricks together. The noise echoed off her body and into Megan's ears, reverberating through her core straight to her groin, a throbbing heat burning in her loins. She was barely cognizant of the fact that she was still supposed to be engaged in this conversation! Megan nodded blankly at her roommate.

Was she supposed to say something?

"You alright, Meg? You seem kinda out of it. Been hitting the books too hard?"

"Yeah, sounds go-"

Megan blinked several times and shook her head like she was waking from a deep trance,

"Uh yeah, s-sorry, I'm good. It's just, erm... you know how I get when I'm in study-mode!"

She tittered nervously.

"It's pretty impressive when you get like that, but don't forget to take a break!" Anne flashed a smile at Megan and turned to leave, seemingly unfazed by her roommate's odd behavior, "I'm gonna head ou-"

The woman who made male bodybuilders look small studied the lack of sleeves on her top.

"...guess I should change first."

Megan heard Anne sigh and caught a glimpse of a grimace touching her plump lips before she wandered out of sight. She walked away silently, her footsteps barely making a sound as they plodded across the floor, the grace with which she moved unbefitting of her colossal stature; it was as if the purposeful, yet apparently regretful act of intentionally ruining another article of clothing had reminded her that her virtually inhuman physique came with a cost, forcing her to be constantly conscious of her every action. The pair had lived together long enough for Megan to know exactly what Anne was thinking, and why her behavior suddenly changed, which made a confusing bout of sorrow mix in with her unwavering lust.

A few moments later, before Megan had a chance to try and relax again, Anne returned, adorned in a new - but similar - shirt.

"Alright, like, now I'm going!" Anne nodded at Megan, carefully pulling at the elbow-length sleeves of her fresh green shirt, like she was reminding herself of why she had to change in the first place, "Text me if you think of anything you need, I'll be back in a bit!"

"I will and uh, b-be safe! I can help put everything away when you get back."

"Thanks. Catch ya later!"

Anne threw an arm up in the air and waved as she strolled to the front door of their apartment. Megan, of course, leaned forward to watch her leave. How could anyone blame her? Casually waltzing away from her was a whole skyscraper of muscle, one who was just as gorgeous as she was strong. Though she'd just changed, the incredibly small green shirt she wore - that probably would've draped over Megan's comparatively diminutive frame - rode halfway up her back, appearing practically painted on it clung to the hills of corded-strength jutting from around her spine so snugly. Her top constantly looked like it was on the verge of splitting in half, stretched thin to the point of near-translucence.

Her lower-half wasn't any less enticing to Megan's lecherous, leering eyes. The warm temperature outside meant that the muscle-bound giantess dressed as lightly as possible, the vast majority of her vascular, bulging legs uncovered, a pair of short-shorts gripping her waist and upper-thighs for dear life. Each limb was a girthy pillar, sculpted expertly, shaped to perfection; just the act of standing - or walking like she was now - caused the dozens upon dozens of pounds of steely meat in her legs to protrude prominently, turgid ridges of muscles distended in every direction. Her shorts were so tiny on her enormous frame that they barely clothed more of her crotch than underwear would have on a normal person.

Deftly sauntering to the front door, her giant feet created not a sound louder than Megan's would have caused, despite the fact that the mightiness of her mass should've demanded that each step shook the ground, regardless of how lightly they were made. It probably helped that the soles of her sneakers had long ago been flattened paper-thin. Anne opened the door and hunched over, her towering height putting her just taller than the standard door frame, ducking to enter and exit most buildings a requirement for the woman built like a Greek God. She slipped out, closing the door behind her with surprising tenderness - she'd learned long ago that if she used even a fraction of her true strength she could easily shatter even the sturdiest of wood. As soon as Anne had left, the sound of her footsteps on the pavement resonated once more now that she no longer had to worry about bothering her roommate.

Megan could hear Anne's stomps until she'd made it to the sidewalk where the closest bus stop to their apartment was located.

"That was close," she sighed, "at least now that she's gone I can..."

Looking down at her lap, Megan's cheeks burned brighter upon noticing that the textbook she'd been using to obscure the view of her crotch had been totally knocked askew. Tenting the front of her shorts was a huge, tubular protuberance that stretched the tan fabric nearly a whole foot away from her groin; a curved, mushroom-esque outline topped the end of this pole-shaped silhouette, the fabric of her shorts contorted around it. Dotting the material at tip of the tip of the distension was a dark wet spot that grew before Megan's very eyes, the appendage springing from her groin fighting against its cloth-jail, visibly pulsating beneath it. It rested upon a second, just-as-prominent bulge, but one that was much more spherical in appearance.

"...study. How am I supposed to concentrate like this!?"

Groaning, Megan threw herself back against the couch, sinking into the worn cushion behind her. She pushed her glasses up with her fists and pushed her hands into her eyes, exhaling her sexual frustration into the air - she'd been hoping to finish studying before Anne accidentally aroused her! Taking another peek at the visible sign that her sex drive had been revved, Megan grimaced at the realization she was going to need to change her shorts. At least Anne probably wouldn't notice. Adjusting the fabric around her crotch first, Megan stood up - legs forced to spread uncomfortably to accommodate her half-hard package - and walked with an awkward gait towards the bathroom. She needed to decide whether she was going to risk 'taking care' of herself before Anne got home!

Truthfully, Megan didn't know why she was stressing about her state of arousal in the first place. It's not like Anne wasn't intimately familiar with her extra genitalia! All the same, Megan always felt self-consciousness about her hair-trigger libido, even if Anne wouldn't bat an eye at her tent-pitching; well, she might bat an eye, but it wouldn't be a disapproving one. But then Megan would've been even more distracted! There really was no winning in this situation: either she died internally from embarrassment, or she gave into her animal urges and lost the rest of her day to lust.

Well, maybe the latter option wouldn't have been so bad!

It was a stroke of luck that Megan's semi-stiffness had mostly receded by the time she reached her bedroom, her mind made up for her. She quickly shed her stained shorts and tossed them into a hamper, going to the connected bathroom before changing; she inspected her panties, double-checking that they weren't also marred by her liquid-arousal, and after she was satisfied that they were relatively clean, she dried the end of her endowment, also making sure that none of her cock-slime was hiding in her wrinkled foreskin. Relieved that she'd been able to remedy her quandary swiftly, Megan threw on a fresh pair of shorts of a similar shade, and prepared herself to get as much studying done before Anne returned, knowing full well that she'd probably just end up side-tracked once again.

But Megan wouldn't make it back to the living room without interruption.

Just as she passed the home's foyer, a knock rang out from the front door. Who could that be? They didn't receive many solicitors due to living in an apartment complex, and Megan wasn't expecting a package. Was Anne? Megan wasn't sure. Deciding on the obvious solution of glancing through the peephole, she wandered over to the front door, listening for the sounds of someone leaving - she really wanted to get back to studying. Right as she put her eye up to the tiny, circular window to the outside, the door shook once more, the sound of knuckles - and pretty strong ones at that - echoing through the apartment. The unexpected disturbance caused Megan to recoil and gasp.

Was it Anne? From the brief glimpse she'd caught of the figure on the other side of the door it certainly looked like it could've been her roommate; whoever was there was quite tall, muscular, and appeared to possess the same complexion as Anne, but it was also difficult to tell due to the distorted nature of the lens she had spied through. If it was her, then why was she back already? There was no way she made it to the grocery store and back so soon, not when she was taking public transportation. Had she forgotten her keys or her wallet? Megan wouldn't put it past her - Anne could be quite the airhead!

Ready to tease her roommate for her absentmindedness, Megan threw the door open, a grin on her face.

"That was fast! Did you forge-"

That's not Anne.

It wasn't Anne... but it kind of was? The woman at the door immediately resembled her, of that there was no question, but there were enough physical differences that it obviously wasn't her; it was almost like someone wanted to clone Anne, but stopped three-fourths of the way through the duplication process. Megan actually took a step backwards in order to get a better look at the strange - yet recognizable - person standing before her, her eyes widening behind her glasses, fingers entangling anxiously in front of her stomach. Her mouth hung open like she still meant to finish her greeting.

The most prominent difference between Anne and her look-alike was their height: the woman staring back at her was much taller than average, but still would've looked short next to Anne - not that that was saying much. Professional basketball players looked short next to Megan's roommate! But this meant that the stranger was around a foot taller than Megan herself was, the motion of craning her neck to make eye-contact with whoever this was as familiar to her as the woman was. Megan stared into her eyes for a moment that probably lasted a second or two too long, lost in her metallic, shining gray irises. They were exactly like Anne's.

Yet the similarities didn't stop there. This woman had the same sharp jawline, pointed chin, and small, slightly-upturned nose as Anne. They even had the same hair, in both color and styling: neck-length at the longest, feathered in the back, with heavy bangs that parted into two curtain-like tufts that hung down the sides of her face, framing her beautiful features. The main difference between Anne and the stranger being that the former had the left visage-draping strands dyed a royal purple, the latter's hair all black. Megan found the facial resemblance uncanny.