The sun had barely been up an hour and carefully Pete crept through the trees. The park wasn't opened yet but he had crawled under the gate and got to the park office as fast as he could. He was a man on a mission; he had to check out the rumors that there was a secret trail that ran down behind the back door to the superintendent's office. The trail didn't matter to Pete one bit; rather he only cared about what was at the end of it. He was told that there was a private little cove that held a beach most people had no clue existed. The only people who went were the park superintendent and a couple of her friends. Pete, always a shy man, had the biggest crush on the superintendent and hoped he could catch a view of her swimming with friends that may just be as pretty as she was. And since the beach was so secluded, maybe they'd even go skinny dipping, as long as they thought it was just them.
Nervous of security cameras, plus the risk that the employees could come in the park at any moment, kept Pete from actually walking along the road and up to the office. Rather, he went through the woods towards the backside of the main building. His eyes looked carefully as he was near the back door, still staying in the treeline out of view. He was hoping for any glimpse of a trail. If the beach was as private as they said, then it would not be used often and would probably not have that much wear. The landscape did not seem to yield a trail at all. Perhaps the rumors weren't true; Pete had heard them from an ex-employee of the park who said that women would go down the trail occasionally with swimwear and be gone for several hours. He didn't plan to give up though, preparing to move closer to the building when he spotted it. Though faint, it was most definitely a trail in line with the office's back door. He went down the trail to hopefully reach the fabled beach.
The trail turned out to be a bit longer than he had thought. Though Pete was in good enough shape for a man in his middle age, he still found it a bit tiring of a hike. Surely the women wouldn't be going this far off and with all this effort just to find a private place to swim. Either he had been told one hell of a lie, or something else was going on at the end of the trail. He had gone far enough in his crazy infatuation, why not keep going on. He went on, soon coming to a clump of shrubbery at the end of the trail. He went through the impressive brush and soon found himself standing on an incredibly beautiful spot.
There really was a beach at the end of the trail, and what a beach it was. Probably one of the most beautiful spots that Pete had ever been to or even seen in a picture. The sand was unblemished by either footprints or plant life growing. The entire place was sheltered in a cove made of rocks, only a narrow opening connecting it to the rest of the ocean. The water was a spectacular sight to behold; not the normal color of sea water but rather it appeared to have a pink underglow to it. The water was almost hypnotic.
While it looked as if this place was truly unknown, there were some signs that people had been here, albeit strange ones. Looking over to one corner of the beach, Pete saw that there were quite a bit of free weights lying about that looked most unusual. While he wasn't much of a weightlifter, Pete knew enough to know that the dumbbells and barbells he looked at now were much bigger than they should be, and probably weighed a lot more too. There also did not appear to be any small weights laying around either, as the lightest number he saw on a single weight was 100 pounds on a couple of the dumbbells. Looking carefully, one of the larger barbells he saw had several heavy weights on it. Based on how many there were on the bar and the size stamped on the outer plate, there had to be over 2,000 pounds on that bar alone! Who could possibly lift that?
Pete was curious but dared not spend too much time on the beach. He did not want to leave too many traces he'd been there and definitely did not want to get caught there by himself. He retreated back into the trees, finding a place to hide for a while. He settled in comfortably, even taking his tank top off as the temperature outside was rising as the sun got higher. Now only clad in his cargo shorts, he thought that a hot one like today would be the perfect time for Kris the lovely superintendent to go for a swim. Pete was obsessed with her since he laid eyes on her, from her long blonde hair, ivory skin and slender body (although he had never seen her in anything other than the green and khaki park uniform). If anything could give him a better view of his beloved Kris, he would go through with it, no matter how long he had to wait.
The hours ticked by, the sun getting higher in the sky and the day getting hotter. Pete was drenched in sweat, glad he'd brought an extra water bottle, but badly wanted to go for a swim. The water did look incredibly cool right now. He thought he may as well go for it since it did not appear that anyone would show up. Before he could even move to stand, he began to hear voices. Not daring to move or make a noise, he stayed perfectly still. Sure enough, female voices were coming down the trail. He smiled a little as he could tell one of them was the gorgeous Kris coming down towards where he was now hidden.
Three women walked out of the trees and onto the beach, which Pete had a magnificent view of now. Kris led the way, clad in her park uniform stained with sweat from the hot day. Immediately behind her was another woman, this one tanned with short brown hair. She wore a pink tank top and shorts, also quite sweat-covered. Bringing up the rear was a dark-skinned woman with long black hair wearing an orange sun dress. The three were laughing and chatting, obviously having a good time in one another's company. Kris carried towels for everyone and the black woman had a portable radio, which she sat on a boulder and turned to a rock station the others seemed to agree with.
"Alright girls," Kris said to her companions, "let's get out of these things." The others giggled as they all began to take their clothes off. The three piled their individual outfits onto different rocks as they undressed, which did not take long as it was obvious they wanted to be out of the sweat-soaked outfits as quickly as they could get. Soon the three women were gathered together again, their naked bodies shining with sweat from the hot day.
Pete had three lovely women to look at. All were middle-aged obviously and probably wouldn't be in a nudie magazine anytime soon, but still had amazing bodies. The short-haired tan woman had plenty of curves on her body, her large breasts sagging just slightly. Not a single tan line on her, Pete the voyeur guessed she probably came here often. The black woman was slim, but her body still carried gracefully the large breasts and big ass she was fortunate to have. But Pete's attention was focused on Kris. She stood there nude, a view he never thought to have in his life. Her slender body was all he had envisioned, right down to her perfect breasts. Though not as well-endowed as her friends, to Pete she may as well have been a statue of an ancient Greek goddess.
The three women then ran straight for the water, diving head first into the gentle waves lapped by the ocean. Pete watched them play together in the water for who knows how long, as he was now convinced he had actually died and was in the afterlife. They splashed each other, pulled one another underwater and play wrestled in the water. Clearly they were having fun playing together in the cool ocean water. Pete was so distracted by the show they were unwittingly putting on for him, that he did not notice the water seemed to glow even more pink than it had before. But the women did as soon all three began to walk back towards the shore.
"I can feel it girls," the black woman said.
"Yes," Kris replied, "it's starting now."
Before Pete could begin to ponder what they were talking about, he witnessed a spectacular process begin. The three women stood on the beach together, their bodies beginning to transform. Their muscles began bulging against their naked flesh as they grew. Soon every muscle in their bodies was clearly defined and rapidly growing. Their muscles swole larger than even those of the biggest bodybuilders. But it wasn't just their muscles that grew; each woman's breasts began to swell and grow so large that even the bustiest stripper would be jealous of the rack they had. Their curves grew more pronounced too as each also sported an ass that no man could probably exist.
The transformation over, Pete beheld the hulking women that now stood in place of the three skinny dippers he'd be spying on. While they were still around the same height (each was around five and a half feet tall) and their faces/hair remained unchanged, the three bodies were now completely different. Starting at their feet, his eyes ran up their now super muscular legs, with thighs as thick as tree trunks. Each had wide hips that also provided room for their big butts, going up to the shredded abs each had. Their torsos were perfectly sculpted and on their chest each had the biggest tits Pete had ever seen in his life. They were perfect though, not a bit of sag on any of them with erect nipples just the right size. Each woman had a massive pair of arms, their muscles absolutely making them powerful units. Pete looked at all three and could see every single muscle clearly defined on their bodies.
The three women smiled as the transformation had been completely, thrilled that they were now absolutely jacked beyond what any other human probably had ever done. Truly they were the most muscular human beings who had ever lived. Soon they were flexing their expanded muscles, giving Pete a good view of how powerful they really were. When they flexed their arm muscles, Pete saw their biceps alone were bigger than the biggest melons he had ever seen. They were thrilled, striking every pose that bodybuilders would do in competitions. Their backs were shredded and the voyeur got an even better view of the amazing asses they had. All three stood there giggling as they flexed their pec muscles, their giant breasts dancing around on their own as they did.
Finally Kris spoke up. "Okay we only have three hours and I want to make the most of it. This has been a stressful week and I need to blow off steam. Let's get to it girls."
Her companions agreed and soon the brown-haired woman went for her bag. She pulled out a large bottle of some kind of oil and soon the three women were passing it around, getting their muscular bodies well oiled up. They paid attention to every part, but for a while it seemed as if Kris was mostly focusing on oiling her chest, caressing as if she were almost fondling her breasts. The other two noticed this as well.
"You know you have other muscles to oil up Kris?" said the black woman. "You don't have to spend the entire time playing with those."
"That's easy for you and Mandy to say," the blonde replied. "You two get to have big tits all the time. I only get these things whenever we're here and I'm not going to waste any time not playing with them."
"Give her a break Sarah," Mandy the brown-haired woman said to the other woman. "If she wants to fondle those massive melons, let her. I'll help get her back oiled up while she does that. And she is right, you and I do get to have big boobs all the time."
