After-Hours Room Key

More perplexing, however, was that their physiques were also alike - perplexing because few people, man or woman, could begin to even approach Anne's impossible musculature! While noticeably smaller than Anne, the stranger was no slouch when it came to physical might; she wore a blank tank top that came down to mid-stomach, her massively muscular arms bared and crossed over her huge chest, a six-pack visibly pushing against the fabric of her top. Her black-leather skirt and knee-high boots covered in numerous buckles might've hidden the majority of her long legs, but Megan could still make out the clear signs of brutally bulky brawn present on her thighs. She really did look like a more... normal version of Anne!

Megan realized, after another minute had passed, that she'd been gawking stupidly at the woman for far longer than was appropriate.

"H-Hi?" she squeaked, trying to look the person at her door in the eyes instead of ogling the heft of her huge bust, the jagged peaks of her muscles, or the flare of her curvy hips, "Sorry, I mean um, can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, I'm looking for someone," even their voices were practically identical, "I think I might have the wrong place, but does Annabeth Armstrong live here?"

She was looking for Anne!?

"S-She does, um, but she's not here right now. I can tell her you stopped by, um...?"

"Eli," the woman, Eli, nodded at her, not caring to extend a hand in greeting, "I'm her sister. Do you know when she'll be back? I'm here from out of town and I'm actually on my way to a work-thing, so I wanted to try and hang out with her while I'm here."
"Sister...?"

Megan couldn't stop a look of doubt from crossing her features - Anne never really spoke about her family, she was now realizing!

"Mhm. She never mentioned me, did she? Typical Anne!"

Eli shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"And who are you? Anne's girlfriend!?"

The color drained from Megan's features.

"G-Girlfriend? No! I mean, erm, no, we're just roommates. My name is Megan, its n-nice to meet you! Um, and yeah, Anne didn't tell me she had a sister..."

Megan gasped, having spoken all of that without taking a breath.

"...but I can definitely see the resemblance! A-Are you younger than Anne?"

Eli's silver eyes narrowed at Megan like she was unsure of what to make of the person her sister lived with.

"Technically. Anne's like an hour older than me."

Wait, her and Anne are twins!?

"Look, I'll quit taking up your time and go," Eli began, stopping Megan from asking any of the dozens of questions currently racing through her mind, "I'm sure you have more important things to do then just stand here and chat. Tell Anne I stopped by and that she should call me - if she remembers my number!"

Simultaneously, Megan and Eli snickered like the latter had just made an inside-joke that only they were privy to, their shared reaction then giving them both pause.

"Anyway uh, it was nice meeting you I guess. Later..."

"Wait!" Megan exclaimed as Eli began to turn around, stopping her roommate's apparent twin in her tracks, "You should come in. Anne just went to the store, so she shouldn't be gone for more than a couple of hours. I'd hate for you guys to miss each other - it seems like you haven't seen each other in a long time."

Eli gave her a suspicious glance.

"...alright." She shrugged, uncrossing her arms, "I guess it can't hurt to hang around for a bit, not like I got shit else to do. Besides, I'm sure if you're friends with Anne, you can't be too bad!"

Megan smiled awkwardly at her - Eli's personality definitely stood in stark contrast to her sister's!

"Um please, come in," she gestured for her unexpected guest to enter, standing to the side, giving her just as large of a breadth of space as she would Anne. Eli gave her another nod as she walked in, studying the rather plain furnishing of the apartment her sister lived in - all the while Megan used this time to take another gander at the person she'd be entertaining until Anne arrived home from the grocery store. More differences stood out between Eli and Anne.

Perhaps the biggest thing that stood out to her -besides the twins' physical differences - was that Eli definitely seemed to prefer a sort of darker, goth aesthetic, compared to her sister who, well, really just wore anything that even remotely fit her, though she still went for a more sporty look overall. Black leather bracelets adorned Eli's wrists, studded with pyramid-shaped spikes, and now that Megan was no longer entranced by meeting someone nearly identical to her roommate, she realized that the younger of the sister's wore a heavier coating of makeup as well; thick purple lipstick with matching eyeshadow, dark eyeliner, and pale, practically white foundation had all been applied to her strong, attractive features.

These differing choices in fashion helped Megan further separate the sisters in her mind.

"Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Juice?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though."

"Ok, uh, sorry for the mess," Megan apologized as she led Eli to the living room, motioning with her head towards the coffee table still covered in her study material, "I was doing some reading for class. Let me just clean up a li-"

"Don't worry about it!" Eli waltzed right past Megan and plopped down at the far end of the couch, throwing her arms over the back of it and spreading her legs, "God damn, I can tell Anne sits on this side - I feel like I'm gonna sink between the cushions!"

Letting out a soft giggle, Megan sat in the same spot she'd been studying in before her afternoon was completely derailed; she actually slid a few inches farther away from Eli as stealthily as possible, trying not to let on that she felt slightly uncomfortable in this situation. Eli didn't seem to notice, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand which seemingly appeared out of thin air. Megan watched her out of the corner of her eye, hands buried in her lap much like her textbook had been only a few minutes prior, her legs crossed at the ankles, head downturned. If Eli felt anywhere near as awkward as she did, she didn't make any indication of it.

After a few minutes of tense, sustained silence, Megan decided to ask the most burning question on her mind.

"So, you said earlier that you're only an hour younger than Anne, right?" Megan glanced over at her guest without fully turning her head, "Does uh, does that mean you guys are twins? I only ask because, well..."

"...because we don't look identical," Eli sighed and sat up, tucking her phone under one of her massive, densely muscle-corded thighs as she turned to Megan, "yeah yeah, we used to get that all the time growing up. Everyone always assumes I'm the younger sister, which I guess is technically true. Just you know, not in a way that matters."

She tucked one of her cheek-laying locks behind her ear.

"You know that hormone disorder that Anne has that makes her so fuckin' huge?"

Megan muttered an affirmative.

"I have it too, just like, less. I don't really get the science behind it, but it had a much greater effect on Anne than it did me, for whatever reason. Just luck of the draw, I suppose..."

Eli paused, grinned, and then raised both arms in a double-bicep pose, flexing her vast slabs of beef exactly like Anne had not too long ago.

"...not that I'm complainin'! I might be smaller than Anne but that still makes me bigger than most people. Hell, it gets me paid too!"

Her words went in one of Megan's ears and out the other.

Unbeknownst to Eli - just like it'd been unbeknownst to Anne - Megan was suddenly struck by the same salacious affliction as earlier, only a handful of minutes having passed since she'd recovered. Immediately the front of her shorts shifted, tightening, extending out away from her groin; and like before, Megan rushed to hide her state of uncontrolled arousal before the cause of it caught on to what was happening. Unlike when this occurred with Anne, she feared the consequences could be dire if Eli noticed the fabric-stretching pole jutting from her body! They didn't know each other from Adam, after all.

And also unlike with Anne, Megan didn't have a textbook she could use to easily - and nonchalantly - cover herself with! Thinking fast, trying not to make her panic too obvious, Megan crossed her legs ankle over knee, using one of her thighs to shield the view of her groin; simultaneously, she shifted her package as subtly as possible to her other leg, concealing the act of fondling herself with an exaggerated, downward stretch of her arms, using her open palms to push her genitalia to her hip farther away from Eli. It was uncomfortable, but it was better than the alternative.

Megan couldn't help herself! Muscular women just did it for her. It didn't matter that Eli was smaller than Anne, the casual display of physical superiority turned her on to no end all the same, the sight of a tightly-packed lump of brawn growing, swelling in both size and vascularity causing her blood pressure to spike and her body to heat up no matter how many times she bore witness to it. And it wasn't like Eli was scrawny by any means; she was probably more built than ninety-nine percent of people on Earth, regardless of sex. It's just that Anne was so much bigger!

She did her best to maintain an air of decorum, despite being filled with purely impure thoughts. Quelling the licentious beast within her, Megan forced a smile, breathing in deeply through her hawk-shaped nose, nostrils flaring; the gears in her brain turned as she attempted to remember exactly what it was that Eli had just said to her, so distracted by her roommate's sister's simple physique-flaunting that she might've well have been in a separate room from her - at least where her ability to pay attention was concerned! Megan thought hard to herself.

Twins, condition, mus- right, money!

"That's um, that's r-really interesting!" She replied with a clearing of her throat, hoping she sounded sincere, "Y-You said you get paid for your condition? L-Like a medical study or something? Anne never mentioned anything like that..."

"Oh no, nothing like that - though our doctors did keep close track of our health while we were growing up," Eli began to explain, waving a hand through the air in a dismissive gesture, "no, I meant that I'm a, uh, model of sorts. An influencer. I make fitness videos and content and all that. Pays pretty good. I was actually on my way to an influencer event or whatever they call it when I decided to stop and see how my sister was getting along."

That made a lot of sense.

"Oh, that's really cool! I'm sure with an amazing body like yours you must be really popular."

Megan's jaw snapped shut, facial features tightening as she realized the flirtatious connotation of her compliment.

"Yeah, I do alright," Megan's comment was met with a smirk, Eli clearly picking up on what her host had wished to keep hidden, "pays the bills and all that. Muscular women are super 'in' right now, especially online. Kinda rare to meet someone in person who isn't totally intimidated by someone like me, though!"

The look in her eye when she finished speaking let Megan know that she'd been unequivocally caught.

"I-I-I-" Megan visage was set ablaze, burning with the heat of a thousand suns, eyes wide as saucers as her bottom-lip quivered, "get... that? I me-"

What a boon death would be.

"So how do you know Anne?" Eli cut Megan off, sparing her any further mortification, "I'm guessing you guys go to the same school?"

"Yeah, um we lived together our Freshman year, we shared a-a dorm room."

Eli snorted.

"Can't imagine that was easy! I woulda thought they'd have given Anne her own room, what with her condition and everything. Shit, I remember when we were growing up we had to share a room, and even when we were little she was still so fuckin' big that..."

Megan lost track of what she was saying.

Sometime during Eli's nostalgic, exaggerated recollection of Anne nearly collapsing the top bunk of their bunk bed when they were youths, Megan noticed something about her, a feature that she'd missed despite having held a relatively steady conversation with her guest for many minutes now. There was a glint in Eli's mouth, one that only became apparent when she opened it wide enough for her tongue to be easily visible: a tongue ring. Or - as Megan made out as she squinted - a tongue stud, a black ball protruding from right below the tip of her pink appendage. It occasionally caught the light, the sparkle of the jewelry magnetizing Megan's eyes to Eli's lurid body modification.

She couldn't stop staring at it. Randomly while Eli was lost in the throes of recollection, Magain would glance back up at her sharp, silver eyes and maintain eye-contact for a split second, chuckling and nodding like she was listening, before she returned her attention to her roommate's sister's tongue. Why was she like this? Her erection - which had begun withering absent of her notice - was burgeoning once more, flexing against her thigh, bucking against its cloth-confines; Megan was forced to adjust herself yet again, silently praying that she wasn't leaking precum onto yet another pair of shorts, too distracted to actually check. That was a problem for later.

If there was one thing Megan wished she could change about herself, it was how powerful her libido was. It was times like these that she wanted it to be half as strong as it was - or at least she wanted twice as much control over it! Her sex drive had been a problem of her adult life, and had been the catalyst that initiated the first step in her and Anne's odd relationship; and here she was again, in nearly a perfect recreation of the same scenario, just with a mini version of Anne! She felt exactly the way she did as a fresh-out-of-high-school eighteen year old who was learning that the most gigantic, muscular, beautiful woman she'd ever laid eyes on was going to be her roommate.

Which meant Eli was easily the second most gigantic, muscular, beautiful woman she'd ever laid eyes on!

"...and I mean this apartment is kinda small. I'm surprised I don't see more holes in the wall or cracks in the floor, considering how much of a clumsy oaf Anne can be!"

"R-Really?" Megan stuttered, eyes affixed to Eli's oral ornamentation as it appeared from between her lips, the bulky goth taking a second to lick her lips after speaking for however many minutes without pause, "Um, I guess Anne can be kind of like a bull in a China shop sometimes, but she's pretty mindful usually. Though she does sometimes accidentally destroy her clothing when she's not careful..."

The memory of the cause of her previous bout of uncontrollable arousal came flooding back to her.

"Huh, I guess some things have changed then!" Eli laughed, flashing her tongue-stud at Megan incidentally, "Though maybe not everything. Our parents used to get so pissed at her for ripping the clothes they just bought her. They eventually just started buying her clothes that were way too big so they'd last longer!"

God, I wonder how Eli's tongue would feel sliding across my cock...

"Needless to say I didn't get many hand-me-downs."

"Yeah, I bet!"

Megan's grin widened, once again making eye-contact with her guest as she struggled to find a new topic to talk about - a topic that would grant her another glimpse of Eli's appendage's adornment.

"So, uh, wha-"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Oh shit," Eli glanced over her shoulder, "you think that's Anne?"

"Yo, Meg!" A voice called out from the other side of the front door, "Can you get the door? Like, I kinda can't 'cause my hands are pretty full!"

Could Anne have worse timing!?

Looking past Eli towards the apartment's entrance, Megan's smile faltered, her eyes opening to an alarmingly large size. Why did Anne have to pick now of all times to return!? Turning her head away from her guest and the beckoning yell of her roommate, Megan studied her own, steely member instead, cheeks filled with the same volume of blood pumping into her cock; her dick was even harder than when she'd watched Anne rip the sleeves off her shirt just by flexing, rigid as it stretched across her thigh and then past it, flaring beyond the curve of her hip, stretching the bottom hem of her top, pushing it away from her torso. There was no way she was going to be able to hide it, especially not with how ridden up her shorts were - her huge balls were practically spilling out of the legs!

How was she going to get out of this one?