Admittedly, it wasn't like she had very much to complain about. Even when she noticed, it wasn't like something was happening that was making Cole look fatter, or uglier, or something of the like. No - it looked oddly like Cole's muscles were pumping up a bit even as she licked and sucked at his cock. Maybe it was just the innate "workout" of having sex. Maybe it was just the way that sweat and exertion in the course of it could make someone look bigger and stronger than they were... no, no, she wasn't just seeing something. She wasn't just looking at a slightly more exerted Cole.
Lilah was definitely seeing this. She was watching the man she was about to have sex with bulge up with muscles before her very eyes. And honestly? She had no problems with this. At least as far as she was aware for now. Lilah didn't know what was going on. She didn't know if it was some kind of effect placed on him, some kind of fast acting modern day steroid that could say "fast acting effects" and actually mean it...but honestly, she liked her men built up.
Lilah continued sucking on Cole's dick, watching the young man's lip quiver and his teeth clench as he enjoyed the blowjob. She watched as his nipples pulsed and grew thicker, a common side effect. Accompanied by some light patches of curly blond hair near the side and top of his chest. For her part, Lilah tried to make it less obvious she noticed anything was going on.
She found herself unable to avoid looking, though.
The rich girl found it very appealing to watch his quads bulge and broaden, his thighs in tandem growing thicker. She could even see his calves etching tighter, larger, striations there getting clearer. She looked up, and found herself looking at tighter and stronger abs. They looked like they were starting to push out a bit though. And damn, the obliques were really looking good, too. She if anything just kept focusing on delighting him.
Watching him waver on his feet, needing to hold on with one hand as he stood. Biting his lip and looking up, trying not to look down and see the beautiful babe presently sucking his cock. Thus, he didn't see a few less enthralling changes he underwent. Lilah for her part licked the underside of his dick as she watched his testicles start to shrink a bit. The usual, almost stereotypical side effect of steroid use. And when she cradled his balls in one hand, she felt him thrust with his hips against the back of her mouth.
Not that she minded. But damn, it did look like being small made them if anything more sensitive still. So as she cradled them in her hand while blowing him, Lilah enjoyed the gasps and moans coming from her beau's mouth. His eyes squinting shut briefly...
But eventually, Cole got the idea to fuck her. He wanted more - wanted to stick his cock in there.
As he grunted at her taking his dick out of her mouth, gesturing for her to get up, he found himself looking down and seeing just how big his pectoral shelf was now. Seeing his arms casually holding a lot more size than he remembered. He still felt utterly amazing, enough that he wasn't exactly gonna panic yet - but he did lightly bite his lip and ask, "Uhhh babe, babe, I---I think..."
"You think what, baby?" She asked in that breathy, flirty voice she'd perfected for men so receptive.
"I---I think I might be bigger..." But as he said that, Lilah moved up on him and sandwiched his cock, still big and thick (and possibly even more so now) between her thighs. This made Cole gulp and lick his lips in response. He didn't think too much on how she was just making all these advances on him when he was feeling so weird. When he was starting to notice his body not looking like it should. After all, his libido was raging at this point.
And as he felt her nuzzle against him...press her lips against his nipple. Take it into her mouth and lick it - so fucking weird that it was so sensitive... Cole couldn't take it any more. If she was just going to ignore it...
"Babe, we---we are gonna fuckin'---we are gonna fuckin' fuck!" He growled between clenched teeth, and reached down, picking her up in those two enormous, roid bull arms. And for her part, Lilah gasped and giggled as she felt him live up to what she enjoyed about fucking this kind of guy. She looked at his face, seeing his chin and jawline looked broader, looked thicker. Sure, his hairline was slightly declined, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make.
That was, if her egotistic assumption was true that she was somehow "improving" Cole. Not that she could know the exact nature of her own curse as of yet.
Cole dropped her on the bed, and in short order he was on top of her, letting her feel just how big, just how heavy he was. If she was gonna be so unbothered by him becoming some---becoming some steroided up muscle monster---some Mr. Universe lookin' motherfucker, she could feel how heavy he was! Cole started pumping his hips, thrusting readily into her pussy as he poised himself, his chest and midsection against her "merely" athletic form.
And indeed, Lilah was quite into that. She could feel the heft of Cole's new muscles against her, feel how thick his cock was, and as he flexed his biceps as he pumped away, she tried to reach up to touch them. She swore the veins on those things looked ridiculous. Cole grit his teeth as he kept pumping - kept fucking. It was kind of strange, Lilah had to admit, that he hadn't cum yet.
That wasn't just a her thing.
Cole also found himself grunting, his thick muscle ass almost starting to feel like he had put it through one hell of a workout on its own with how much he was thrusting. But for some reason, he just would not fucking cum! He definitely felt good, definitely felt right, doing this, fucking like this...but as he kept going he found himself focusing more and more on Lilah. Realizing as he did that he almost started to soften there! He hoped she didn't notice...after all, he didn't wanna go soft on a babe.
The guys back in the gym would never let him live it down if the story somehow got out.
Yet as Cole awkwardly looked down at her, squealing and obliviously enjoying their sexual encounter, he found himself thinking about the guys at the gym. Talking with them in the locker room. His cock began to thicken, to strengthen, to really, truly harden. Cole found himself thrusting again, with greater vigor than ever. He thought about the guys in the gym - talking about the women they fucked. Their accounts of all the babes they laid.
And looking at their muscled bodies as they chuckled - joking about how often they came. Jude Chiles was talking about how he once jizzed like four times in a single night with a milf. And Cole could just about see it. Could just about see that hot older lady and Jude's buff body poised on top of her---
"OHHHHHH FUCK! OH FUCKING FUCK!!" He was jarred back to reality by the sheer sensation. His cock, throbbing all at once. Cole would be able to feel his ass clench, his smaller balls pull tight---!
Lilah, oblivious to his internal crisis, just about found herself on the cusp of a second orgasm after all those hearty thrusts from Cole. She didn't even register the issue he almost had. All she could feel was how strong and virile he was. The overwhelming strength and size that came from his habit. She came as she felt his cum blast into her pussy, the first burst punctuated by several smaller emissions, and then one final pump deep within her.
After he was done, for his part, Cole leaned back against the couch. He didn't even know what had really brought on that intense orgasm. Just that it felt really, really good. And if that was any indication of what screwing Lilah was like, he definitely wanted more. Not that he could've guessed...
Lilah pulled herself up and looked Cole over, "See...?" She chuckled at the sight of him, "See...I mean, you didn't panic. Somehow, you got all muscled up and instead of panicking...instead of panicking, we had amazing sex..." And for her, that was what mattered.
An exhausted Cole laid on the couch, and he moaned, "Shiiiiiit, my sport. My fucking sport! I'm a---I'm a shot putter! And look at me now, I'm like, some steroid freak...I mean, MAYBE I could just like...pivot to bodybuilding whole time. Like, model clothes or shit...but...fuck. Fuck, babe, I dunno how that happened. Do you?"
Lilah briefly thought about Caleb's drunken rage. His pronunciation...and she shrugged, and dismissed it. "I honestly have no idea. I mean, do whatever you want. I think you could still make a decent shotputter."
Cole however just laid there, and groaned, "Babe I am just fuckin' beat, can I like, nap here on your couch for a bit...?"
Lilah nodded, and took a seat on the opposite couch, looking over at Cole. Wondering what could've brought such a stirring transformation on to him. And admittedly, as weird and sudden as it was, it did result in some pretty good sex. She started clicking on her phone, fetching it from her pants, talking with her girlfriends on messenger. Not mentioning the whole weird transformation angle, but she did mention in a gloating sense how hot Cole was.
Her girlfriends however didn't seem to take it too seriously. They just knew the old, track and field Cole. A grin crossed Lilah's face, and she thought about how fun it would be to show off her new friend to the girlfriends. Maybe have him wear a stringer shirt and basketball shorts that day, to really show off the goods.