Cheri giggled as Greg put his around her waist and she definitely didn't resist. In fact she seemed to lean as close into him as she could, her face beaming. She turned to look at Greg and they both laughed as the brim of her baseball hat hit him in the nose, twisting the cap down low across her eyes.
Dennis laughed along with them as he lined up the shot through the viewfinder. Cheri reached up to adjust the baseball cap so she could see and Dennis absently thought about how much better she would look if she had meat on her arms. If instead of being stick thin she had a mountainous peak of muscle rising up to meet her wrist as she curled her arm upward. His minds eye quickly dialed in one of his most common fantasies, growing muscular women. What would Cheri look like with more muscle?
"C'mon man take the picture." Greg's voice cut into Dennis' brief fantasizing and he sighed, checking the viewfinder and snapping the shot.
"How did it turn out?" Cheri asked as Dennis looked down at the tiny monitor where the picture was. He blinked and looked closer. It was a picture of Greg standing in their apartment with his arm around the waist of a huge female bodybuilder. He looked closer at the picture, the bodybuilder was Cheri, with the remnants of her Luigi's Pizza uniform clinging to a enormously muscular, rock hard physique. Dennis swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he looked up a Cheri and Greg, still standing next to each other. Greg’s arm no longer around her waist.
"It turned out fine," Dennis squeaked.
"Let me see it," Cheri said stepping towards Dennis. Dennis backed away a step. "Dennis, what's wrong with you, let me see the picture."
"Yea man, let her look at the thing before she has to go back to work," Greg said around a mouthful of pizza.
Cheri took another step towards Dennis then stopped, a quizzical look on her face. She stood still for a moment, swaying slightly as though she were dizzy. "Whoa," she whispered softly, so quietly Dennis wasn't sure if he actually heard or just knew what she said from her mouth moving. She raised her hand to her head, and massaged her temple as she squinted down at the floor. Dennis opened his mouth to ask if she was ok when he noticed that the arm she had raised was no longer stick thin, right before his eyes a bicep was growing larger, rounder and harder. Cheri grunted softly and Dennis mouth just hung open as deltoids like cannonballs began forming on her bony shoulders. Her formerly baggy red and white button down shirt was clinging to her expanding chest tightly, gaps beginning to show between the buttons. Cheri was gritting her teeth as her clothing began to lose the war against her new body. First a button popped off of her shirt, hitting Dennis in the chest before falling to the floor. He didn't even notice, he was entirely focused on the spectacle unfolding before him.
Another button tore free, the muscular cleavage of Cheri's chest now visible. The seams of her shirtsleeves went next, tearing around the enormous delts and mountainous biceps. Abs that looked like they were chiseled out of marble became visible as her shirt rode up higher, more buttons popping loose as her the muscles of her chest and back continued to grow thicker. "Guh," Dennis didn't even glance away as Greg began choking on his pizza. This wasn't Greg's fantasy it was Dennis’s. Dennis unconsciously shushed him.
Cheri moaned as her thighs split her pants, the rippling muscle was slick and shiny with sweat, Cheri looked like she had been oiled up for a posing session and Dennis shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide a stiffening boner. Finally the growth seemed to stop and Cheri finally opened her eyes and looked around blinking. Greg finally managed to swallow the piece of pizza he had been choking on and Dennis remembered to breathe, just as he was becoming lightheaded enough to almost faint.
Cheri now had the body that would easily win her the Ms. Olympia if she were to decide to enter. It was everything Dennis had just been fantasizing about and more. He looked down at the camera and then back at Cheri his racing a hundred miles an hour. Cheri looked down at the tattered remnants of her uniform, which barely did anything to preserve her decency and then looked at Dennis and Greg. "What the hell just happened?" She said finally.
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