As Dennis walked out of the pawn shop he placed the camera in his pocket and checked the bag of clothes on the back of his scooter. Nodding his head that everything was secure, he climbed on and turned the key. Oh sure, he knew the scooter was hardly a manly machine, but for around campus and heading home it did the trick. He smiled as he knew his mom would welcome the visit.
Heading toward home he neared a busy area of town with a large park. Pulling over to park for a moment, he pulled the camera back out to try it out. He started pointing at objects to check the focus and looked at the menu to set the options. While he was standing there he noticed the events around him.
The high school girl’s cross country team was running a loop around the park and he still knew a few members from the team. As a previous runner he had dated another girl his age. Leanne, he remembered. Sighing, he thought about her thin frame and taught muscles. He had always fantasized about the girl’s cross country team taking up power lifting. And of course becoming the strongest girls in the country. He smiled to himself. He never did go half way with his fantasies. The power lifting cross country runners. How silly.
He looked over and up at the large building being erected across from the park. The building looked like it would be 50 stories high, but was still mainly at the steel girder stage. A group of construction workers were on break and were harassing a business woman as she walked by. He could barely believe that sort of thing still happened. The woman was doing her best to ignore them, but Dennis could tell she was annoyed. His thoughts drifted to the She-Hulk. What if the woman could grow big, super humanly strong muscles and ruin all of their hard work?
Dennis attention was then turned toward a high pitched yelp as he saw two older boys pushing two younger girls off the swings. The girl’s hit the dirt and scrambled to get up. The boys laughed and got on the swings. Dennis sniffed and frowned. Bullies. He always hated bullies, since he had been at the wrong end on more than one occasion. He wished he could give the girls some type of boost to get back at the boys. Some big muscles and serious strength. They could become the school’s bully busters. He often wished for that back in grade school.
A cheer over at the other end of the park pulled his attention away from the swings. It looked like an old fashion arm wrestling match was going on. In fact, several. A few woman looked on, apparently the girl friends of some of the participants. Dennis smiled coyly. Wouldn’t those tough guys run home with their dicks in their hands if a hot girl could beat all of them? A hot muscle girl of course.
Looking at his watch, he started pointing the camera again, thinking about the different images. And once he found the one he was interested in, and with the fantasies associated with them firmly in his consciousness, he snapped the picture.
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