Mary insists that she has to fuck Victor soon. For Victoria there’s no rush, Victor is not going anywhere, but the apex is relentless about it and the tainy can see the desperation in the huge brown eyes of her friend, who has been practicing for two weeks, has used almost two hundred tainys and doesn’t have a single test subject unharmed.

- I'm not complaining, - Vicky says to her colossal friend, excited after hearing the detailed account of the erotic show that Mary made Fred and Leslie give to Victor – but I don't understand why you're telling me this.

- Because while I was watching them, I felt like it was me that Fred was punishing, I swear it's the strangest thing that's ever happened to me, but it felt great.

- Well, good for you, but I still don't...

- I want to use you to do the same with Victor, damn it!

Victoria isn't sure why the idea seems so irrational to her, she likes Victor, finds him very sexy and would be happy to fuck him without risking the wrath of Mary, who seems to read her fragile friend's mind.

- Besides, you still like him, right?

- Fuck you, Mary. The last time you got jealous you used me as a fucking stress ball, and now you want me to... You can train any tainy woman, damn it, you just have to torture her for a couple of weeks and that's it, the perfect sex slave - She feels ashamed of offering a woman of her own race as a sacrifice, she is surprised by how little she values those lives.

- It has to be you, Vicky. – insists the apex – An unknown tainy would cry or beg Victor to protect her. That would ruin the atmosphere. Even she could attack him, it's not safe.

It's the stupidest and most surreal conversation Victoria has ever had, but at the same time, Mary is showing a vulnerable side that she's never let on before, Vicky feels honored that her friend trusts her in that way and she doesn't dare to let her down. Victoria decides: she will fuck a tall, muscular and super sexy tainy, for the sake of her friend.

- You can't get mad at me for what happens that day.

- Of course not - the apex begins to smile.

- You're not going to throw me into the air, - the tainy feels the need to specify - you're not going to lock me up, you're not going to crush me or squeeze me, you're not going to yell at me or threaten me. You are not going to punish me or use your size in any way against me.

- I swear - she nods her head.

- And you're going to call me Victoria, you know I hate “Vicky”.

Mary's smile is no bigger because there is no more room on her face. The apex grabs her little friend and covers her with kisses again and again.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you Vicky, you are the best.

The tainy doesn't respond. Mary's soft, luscious lips feel great. Suddenly “Vicky” doesn't sound so bad to her. She even starts to like it.

Only after Vicky agreed to be the “bridge” did Mary reveal the details of her plan, which included the small inconvenience of missing a month of school. It seemed crazy to her at the time, but her gigantic friend had already taken care of making the necessary arrangements.

- How the fuck did you get that! – Vicky exclaimed, incredulous of what the apex was informing her.

- I talked to the principal - Mary shrugged, as if it were no big deal.

- But how! – the little girl found new reasons to be surprised.

- He’s a mini and his secretary was an elderly and very kind tainy, not that he had great security to begin with. I went to his office a couple days in a row and when the secretary finally told me he was there, I went into his office and dismembered his secretary in front of him, with my teeth. While he cried and begged, I tasked him with making sure you had perfect attendance for the next month and, while he was at it, making sure all your grades were in the 80s for the rest of the year.

For the last four weeks, Vicky lived in Mary's room. The first training session was five to seven a.m. The second session between noon and two p.m. and the third after seven p.m. In the morning Vicky had to do the first hour of her routine very close to the sweaty bare feet of Maty, who was performing her own morning exercise routine, which involved various distractions, such as the colossal woman's snorting, the enormous drops of sweat falling nearby, or the alluring visual of Mary's long, powerful muscles, her shiny, sweaty skin, the intense smell of the enormous body in action, the constant reminder that each muscle fiber at the apex has more brute strength than her tainy little body. A lot of distractions that were relieved a little when the colossal young woman finished her exercises and went to the bathroom, a moment that marked barely half of the routine for Vicky. At noon it was much easier for Vicky to concentrate, without the athletic apex rising high above her. The first two sessions of the day were practically the same: twenty minutes of jogging and then a maddening amount of different types of squats, push-ups and sit-ups. The afternoon routine, however, was different. Mary would lie on the bed with her back slightly raised, her right leg slightly bent and her left leg fully extended, and Vicky would have to walk up and down her extensive naked body. From the right foot to the knee all up the hard shin, with the heavy, round calf muscle hanging at the widest part of it. The thigh was the only easy stretch of it; wide and solid, without major unevenness as long as Mary kept it relaxed. Then the torso, which was also rising, she had to jump from one abdominal to another, going through the eight that were marked when her apex tensed her defined abdomen. There are people who only have four, or six, but Mary had to have all eight. Then the tainy had to raise to the left breast as fast as she could, jump up and down the enormous nipple that reached her hip three times, descend and repeat the process with the right breast and finish with a kiss on the chin of the apex. At first it was just touching the chin, but Mary insisted it be a kiss. The return was a gentle trot between the perky breasts, over the relaxed abdomen and along the extended leg until reaching her right foot again. And then she only needed to repeat the process nine times. The apex enjoyment of Vicky's training was evident, by the fifth repetition a thin layer of perspiration covered the back of her feet, the solid passage between the woman's breasts and neck, and by the eighth repetition the sweat was already accumulated in the channels that separated the abdominal muscles and a thick musk smell began to saturate the surroundings. After that obstacle course that Mary called “warming up,” it was weight work. The apex rested an extended hand on her tight abdomen, one exercise consisted of Vicky lifting the little finger of the apex from the ground, and in another the tainy had to do squats with the tip of her huge index finger resting on her shoulders. Obviously Mary helped her little friend, since there was no way that with her weak and fragile body she could lift a single finger without being liquefied under her weight, but she did make sure that in each repetition Vicky was lifting all the weight that she can. To finish, Vicky had to do pull-ups holding on to Mary's index finger nail, and to have a little fun she positioned the tainy so that it hung right over her crotch, which at that point in the workout was already hot and wet. After that, the tainy would go as fast as she could to shower, but she was never fast enough to avoid hearing the first moments of Mary starting to masturbate. To say that the first day the tainy was surprised would be obvious. Mary had always been flirtatious with Vicky, but this was different. The apex showed off her naked body and the tainy was forced to touch and roam her long legs, her toned torso and her erected nipples, it was a whole new level of obscenity. But to say that Vicky didn't enjoy it would have been a lie.

Vicky has been behind a pillow all afternoon, watching videos on her phone or sleeping, waiting to see if the date goes well. Hearing the heavy footsteps, she comes out from hiding and sees the bedroom door open. Mary enters and puts her index finger to her lips to signal the tainy to be quiet. With Victor in the middle of the bed, asleep, Vicky returns to her hiding place behind the pillow and checks her body again. After thirty days of brutal training, Vicky's appearance is exactly what Mary wanted. Long and toned muscles now give curves to her long and thin legs, her once thin and soft abdomen is now marked by six sensual abs and elongated pecs support her proud and firm tits, her arms, athletic and marked, have no problem lifting her weight again and again, dozens of times, and although her hands have become hard and scratchy, Vicky greatly enjoys seeing the veins and tendons showing on the back of her hands, signs of the incredible strength she now possesses. She's not a fan of her new hair style and her eyes, but all in all, she's still thrilled with what she's achieved. All thanks to Mary, and the green pill. If Vicky had taken a pill before each exercise routine, she would not have gained muscle mass, and if she had not taken anything at all, she would have ended the first week with every muscle in her body torn from the effort. It was Victor himself who told Mary on one occasion that, by dissolving the pill in water, the effect was diluted enough to be able to develop and recover muscle at a convenient pace. And now, at last, everything is ready.