It had taken a lot of negotiation and begging, but Garth and Dorothy had finally managed to get a weekend totally off in late fall. No dietary controls, no medical observation, just them, a rented truck, and a nice time by themselves camping.
Well, not totally by themselves, they'd reached out through the local amazon support group and the other highly contagious couple had jumped at the chance of meeting up. After some clearance with the environmental protection agency, and a couple health regulatory processes, they'd settled on a date.
The truck audibly groaned and tilted as the two Amazon warriors got out the back, shouldering their packs bought just for the trip, filled with food, water, booze, lube, and toys. Garth grabbed a wagon that was carrying a large tent, a double sleeping bag, and some other necessities that they'd eventually gotten around to thinking about. One last sweep around the back of the trunk, and they were set for the weekend.
The suited up medic that had driven them gave a jaunty wave and headed out.
Dorothy stretched in the afternoon sun after the ride, catching Garth's eye. She'd filled out extremely well, taking many of the same traits as Garth, from his nearly 3 meter height, to his large milky breasts, to heavy balls, and animalistic sheath. She was wearing a stretchy workout top with a pair of compression shorts, mostly aimed at preventing chafing and keeping everything mostly in place. The fact that they were tight enough for Garth to see every curve and muscle was just a bonus.
Garth was pretty similarly attired, though he'd thrown on a pair of loose pants for while they were hiking. He'd had too much experience with thorns and bugs growing up camping.
"You ready, cutie?" She asked, grinning, corded muscles flexing as she bounced in place, ready to head out.
He nodded, and took her hand.
The day was nice. Cool without being too cold, no bugs, just the two of them alone.
"... when was the last time we were able to just... be together?" Dorothy asked, echoing Garth's thoughts.
"Honestly, probably the night before the gameshow." He said, thinking. "Maybe our anniversary last month, depending on how you want to count it."
"Nah, we still needed to count calories and make sure the cake had a balanced spread of essential nutrients." She said, making a face. "I just want to spend the entire weekend eating sausage." She said, staring at him with undisguised desire.
Garth burst out laughing. "So you didn't want me to pack all those smoked meats?" He asked, pulling off his backpack, and looking through the cooler compartment of hot dogs, sausages, bacon, cheeses, and basically every other thing their nutritionist had flatly denied.
"Oh, I want those too. This weekend is going to be pure debauchery." Dorothy said dismissively. Garth laughed again, adjusted his pants, and continued walking. They kept up the innuendo interspersed with honest discussion, stopping for a few minutes to make out against an oak, Dorothy's shorts clearly straining against a thick outline, while Garth was left panting and red faced, the stitching ripping along one leg.
Dorothy grinned and ripped her pants off, revealing her semi hard shaft, already snaking across her hip, bound in place by her compression shorts. It pushed until the material was shiny with strain and started to rip, every vein in the equine shaft visible through the material.
Garth sank to his knees, his pants rapidly stopped protesting as they shredded, again, and took the hot python into his trained mouth, feeling it expand and force his neck straight as he started bobbing, his gag reflex a very very distant memory.
"Oh fuck, it definitely will be." She repeated, a tad breathlessly.
***
"When do you think they'll be here?" Alex asked, kicking his legs as he sat on top of a log. Tiffany shrugged, taking a long pull from a bottle. She relaxed into her blanket, enjoying the afternoon chill, her sports bra and jock strap showing off pretty much everything. Alex was a bit more bundled up, wearing a long coat that hid his oversized chest and ass.
"They'll get here when they get here. I can always bend you over that log and leave you cum drunk until they arrive." Tiffany offered.
Alex pouted. "You know that I like seeing people and seducing them."
"You literally walked into a sauna, dropped your pants, and asked who wanted to fuck" Tiffany said. "Then nearly passed out from heat exhaustion."
Alex laughed. "That was a good afternoon."
"You like seducing in the same way that a high school twink seduces an amazon sports team."
"... I mean, if an entire team wanted to slam me at once, I won't exactly say no." Alex said.
"I know, which is why we get along so well, even when you're on your on the gloryhole bench." Tiffany said, as the sound of gravel being crunched under four large feet gradually became louder.
Garth and Dorothy were surprisingly similar looking. Both taller than Tiffany herself, with matching six pack abs, melon sized breasts, softball sized balls, and a scent that reached straight to a person's libido and plugged it into mains voltage. They were both bottomless, presumably their pants had exploded at some point, but they retained their tops, even if they were wet with milk.
Their builds were nearly the same, as were their skin tone. Borderline hulking, with a strong V shape, leading to an Adonis belt that pointed right at their best feature. Their legs weren't anything to scoff at, but they clearly aimed at upper body. It was just so... much easier to show off. Though their asses weren't bad in the slightest, just the difference between a shelf and a trunk.
Most Amazon warriors had enough testosterone to stimulate bodywide melanin production, leaving them a golden tan all over. Seemed like they'd picked up on the mirror look at some point, because both of them had the same haircut, just flipped, one shaved side, a long brain down the back, and a shorter side on the other. Enough to make you think of horses, but also know the two knew they were hot studs. Their well defined, striated muscular legs and arms....
Tiffany tried to prevent herself from getting hard, tensing her leg muscles, the veins on her thighs standing out in sharp relief, her jockstrap swelling and pushing away from her crotch.
"Holy shit, you two filled out well." Alex's appreciative voice cut through the increasingly musky silence that had fallen across the campsite. "Knew you were going to be stacked, but that is some sweet muscle. You two aiming for more of a bodybuilder look? I can appreciate a good hourglass v- upper.
One of them unsheathed a few inches, the other blushed a bit. For all their similar appearance, and presumably hours of being milked in front of entirely professionally interested technicians, Dorothy was the same slut she'd been in the booth. Alex had kept those particular conversations in guarded confidence until she'd published an interview with the show, but it had all come out afterwards. Strict upbringing, discovery of the internet, a few classes with Amazons, and a panty soaking field match watching Warriors show off during college.
Garth had been the safe choice. Solid, but not spectacular grades, they'd married after he helped her out of a low spot following a breakup when she injured herself trying to please her new girlfriend but wasn't willing to go full Servant. She still needed to see mom and dad on occasion, after all. And he still was that same emotional rock, even if the ocean had pushed it several miles out to sea under a storm of pheromones.
"Something like that." He said, taking a moment to read the room. "Dorothy here enjoys some very interesting positions. You ever try squatting your half tonne partner and a bar? One guess how she stayed on.
"Hey, I am most certainly not a half tonne." Dorothy said, then smiled crookedly. "Just broke 502 for the first time this week." She said proudly.
Tiffany whistled. The show preferred the mid 300s, since she already overawed everyone next to her. Plus it was hard to build heels that could hold up more and keep the same airy elegance. Alex, on the other hand, was expected to be all curves, and a diet of cum, cakes, and cosmopolitans really helped there. Plus the occasional multivitamin, fiber supplement, and being locked in a room with a nutritionist defined meal until his plate was clean.
Dorothy introduced Garth to Alex, while Tiffany laid back, taking deep breaths, as if she was just there relaxing during a nice outing. "He did offer to give me one last fuck with a normal dick. Then realized that my fist was entirely up my slit. It was really cute." She said, filling Garth in on what had happened when the two watched him during the show.
Tiffany closed her eyes, she was disassociating, and knew she was disassociating. It was always... weird, talking with one of her former contestants, even the ones who didn't have their lives altered this much. Hell, it was the one topic she and Alex never brought up, even when they were absolutely hammered. He loved his new life, the expectations, the urges, the rewards, but the process for reaching it...
Dorothy stared at her strangely as Garth started arranging the supplies they'd brought. "Alright, I haven't had a hamburger in literally forever, and after that hike, I need some protein." He declared.
