My body builder girlfriend. (Based on a potentiall

I had always admired Tiffany in high school, good-looking, athletic, smart, nice arse etc. etc... Then we met at a reunion and she was even hotter than before. So we had a dance when Lionel Ritchie came on, and also when they played Phil Collins (Against the odds). One thing led to another, and a whirlwind romance blossomed. So we moved into a small flat above the gym together.

We were the ideal couple, the talk of the town. We went everywhere in a large Caddilac convertible, and I started smoking French cigarettes and wearing a cravat. Eventually I got rid of the cravat because it made me look like a poof off a cooking show but thats another story.

Unbeknownst to myself, her frequent trips to the gym had taken on a sinister life of their own. At first I made excuses for her appearance changing so radically, such as Christmas kilos or telling my mates she's bulking up for winter when they ask about the situation.

It was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with her in the bedroom, and so I started taking calcium supplements in case she broke my bones. She became incredibly strong, and her breasts developed peach fuzz. She was totally insatiable, demanding services up to eleven times each day.

Then one day I caught her drinking a bright green liquid, immediately I suspected it was the funky cold medina but I wasnt sure. Then the veins on her neck bulged up, then the rest of her neck bulged up too. Then her feet shrivelled up and her forehead became unfeasibly enlarged. So I moved out.