This choice: Cheri is very excited about her new body • Go Back... “What the hell just happened?” Cheri asked. Her green pants were in shreds and hung loosely around her pumped up, 30 inch quads. The waistband of her pants and the material around her crotch were still intact so her modesty was protected there. Her shirt, on the other hand, had split open down the middle as her surging chest had its way with the buttons. She held her beefy arm across her chest covering her expanded breasts. Her 21 inch arm and 16 inch forearm did the job easily.
“I have no idea,” Dennis added quickly. He powered the camera off and put it down so that they wouldn’t see the picture of Cheri with muscles that was taken before she grew. Dennis was smart enough to realize now what the shopkeeper had been talking about and knew that somehow the camera was responsible for Cheri’s growth spurt. He just wasn’t ready to share this information with anyone else just yet.
“Um.. wow. You’re so.... uh.. big.” Greg said, and the last word had a slight sound of disgust to it. The muscle growth fetish was Dennis’s alone, and Greg seemed sad that Cheri’s petite figure was now a thing of the past.
Cheri looked down at her torn clothes. “Do you guys have anything big enough to fit me? I’m feeling a little exposed here.”
Greg, being a bit overweight, was the better candidate for having something that would fit Cheri’s new buff body and told her to follow him to his room. Once they were gone Dennis grabbed the camera and powered it back on. The picture of Cheri and Greg appeared once again and Dennis could feel his erection pushing at the confines of his pants at the sight of Cheri’s gorgeous muscles once again. He was sure it was the camera that had caused her incredible growth, but he needed to test his theory just to be absolutely sure. And since no one else was around he knew he would have to be the test subject. But how could he test the camera without Greg and Cheri noticing? If they came back and he was taller or also muscular they might suspect something. Again he could feel his penis throbbing for attention and he realized he had his test.
Dennis ran into the kitchen, where he would have a few extra seconds if either Greg or Cheri returned, and unzipped his pants. His average sized member spilled out, eager to sniff out the muscular beauty that had just been created. Dennis aimed the camera at his crotch and imagined himself with a porn-star sized cock. He snapped the picture and looked at the screen. To his delight what he saw was a monster sized member.
Quickly he stuffed himself back into his pants and zipped up. He turned the camera back off and stuffed it into his pocket. As he was walking back into the living room he began to feel a warm energy flowing into his crotch. As his pants began to tighten Greg reentered the room.
“How’s she doing?” Dennis asked trying to hold his voice steady despite the incredible feeling in his pants. He could feel the head of his penis exploring his left pant leg in search of his knee.
“Oh,” Greg snapped out of his trance, “she’s good... I guess.”
“How are you, man? You okay?” Dennis did his best to hold eye contact with Greg. If Greg were to look down he’d likely notice the growing bulge in Dennis’s pants.
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s just...” Greg paused looking upset. “She was so cute before, you know? Now she’s all buff, that’s more your type not mine. And now how am I going to get a cute girl to show up at the door? I’ll never find anyone who likes me.”
“You don’t- uh,” Dennis grunted as his pants became too tight, “You don’t know that.”
“Are you feeling alright?” Greg asked.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just some gas. Excuse me.” Dennis headed down the hallway for the bathroom. As he passed Greg’s room he noticed the door was cracked. He could see Cheri inside standing in front of Greg’s mirror flexing.
Dennis eased the door open and watched Cheri examine her huge muscles. Greg had given her a pair of cotton shorts that he generally used for sleeping in. They were molded onto her thick legs so tight the crevices between her thigh muscles were visible through the stretched out fabric. Greg didn’t have too many shirts that would fit Cheri’s expanded torso and the only one he had that would cover her was an old World of Warcraft t-shirt that he’d never worn since it was too big. On Cheri it was a bit too small, but the image of the muscled barbarian holding a giant sword on the front was apropos. Cheri had removed her hat and undone her ponytail so that her red hair now fell over her beefy shoulders.
Cheri raised both of her arms and flexed hard enough to pop a few seams in the sleeves of the shirt.
“Oh, mama!” she said admiring her massive guns.
Dennis cleared his throat alerting her to his presence. Cheri spun in surprise then laughed when she saw his smile.
“How are you doing?” he asked.
“It’s weird, you know?” she said holding her arms out before her and examining the swells and valleys of her muscles. “I’ve never really liked muscle on a woman, I thought it was kind of... masculine, I guess. But I was wrong. This.. this is incredible. I look so sexy.”
Dennis’s giant cock twitched and pressed against the walls of its denim prison.
“And,” Cheri said tensing her arms and bending them inward toward each other while also flexing her incredible chest, “I feel so STRONG so POWERFUL!!” She grunted with the effort of her flex, then relaxed and giggled.
“You really look incredible.” Dennis said.
“Greg didn’t seem to think so,” she said looking a little sad. “And that’s too bad, because I don’t know how this happened but I don’t ever want to go back to being scrawny ever again. I love being so strong. I love my muscles.” She ran her hands over her chest and under the hem of her shirt, feeling the grooves that ran between her iron plated abdominals.
“That’s his loss, then,” Dennis said. “If he can’t see how amazing you are, how beautiful, that his problem.”
“You really do like my bulges, don’t you?” Cheri stepped toward Dennis and ran a finger around his chest. “I can tell because I’m not the only one bulging, am I?” She ran her hand down and gave his crotch a firm squeeze. Her eyes went wide. “Holy crap, how big is this thing?”
Dennis actually didn’t know for sure. “Only one way to find out,” he said.
Cheri’s green eyes flashed and a devilish grin slid across her face. Without a word she bent forward and wrapped her arm around Dennis’s waist and easily lifted him onto her shoulder. The 5’ 3” beauty carried the 6’ 1” Dennis across the hall toward his room where she closed the door with her free hand.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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