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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Fantasy · #1661052
Female muscle growth fantasy in which a shopping mall kiosk machine builds muscle fast.
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Chapter #4

Bob worships her muscles

    by: Lvmsclgrls Author IconMail Icon
Gasping for breath, but still pinned against the wall, Bob could barely squeak out a response. “Uh, the pink one?”

Samantha smiled and backed up a few steps, allowing Bob to take another deep, painful breath.

“OK, the pink one it is!”

As Bob gathered himself he had to wonder what had just happened. Sam was always enthusiastic and kind of bossy, but at the end, he was always in charge. But now that she was bigger and clearly stronger, that enthusiasm was not something he was so sure he liked. And how could she possibly flex her muscles up so big? He had heard of muscles expanding somewhat after a hard work out, but not like Samantha had just demonstrated. And if she could flex up a bicep over 20 inches around and claim she was only using half her power, then was there still residual effects from the machine? He surely felt none, and flexing his arm, he didn’t feel any more powerful. He almost shuddered when he thought about how hard her body was against his. Even her breasts turned to stone against his big muscles, growing harder and stronger than his pectorals and maybe his bones too!

Samantha seemed to sense the continuing effects of the machine. She had grown a good foot taller and with all of these new muscles, was much wider than Bob. And as she pulled off the too tight top, it ripped down the side and with a girlish grunt, Samantha tore it off her body and tossed it to the side. And to the surprise of both of them, Samantha found herself naked from the waist up. Her bra! It had disappeared! Samantha blinked a few times and turned her head toward the mirror to get a glance at her Amazonian physique. Smiling, she flexed her chest and giggled as she was able to pulse her large breasts up and down with her powerful, thick pectorals. Looking back at Bob, Samantha chirped.

“Pretty cool, huh? I mean, my boobs were big before, maybe even too big for my frame, but now they fit with my big muscles, complimenting instead of overpowering. And they’re so firm now that they practically stick straight out. Without a bra!”

Even as she spoke, Bob’s eyes were glued on her magnificent chest. She was right in that her breasts were bigger than before, but were proportionally smaller due to her large (and growing?) muscles. And even after she stopped her mesmerizing flexing show, her boobs looked like they were rising even higher, as if they now resisted the pull of gravity. Her nipples were like bullets, pushing out due to the exposure and her excitement. As Samantha smiled knowingly at the wide eyed Bob she too felt the power within her build. Was she growing even stronger? Was she turning into a real Supergirl? Pulling in a breath, Samantha pushed her chest out even further, causing Bob to gasp as her pectorals bristled and her breasts rose up higher. Smiling at the continued feeling of warmth pulsing around her body, Samantha pulled the top over her head and struggled to yank the stretchable material over her muscles and dramatic curves. The top barely covered the bottom of her chest and hugged her body like a second skin. The still expanded nipples tented the material. Samantha giggled.

“Well, this is quite an outfit. I’ve obviously underestimated just how big my upper body is now. It looks like I’ll have to move up a few sizes to find something that isn’t quite so, uh, revealing.”

Bob was now nearly panting. He had always enjoyed her boobs, but now that she had the muscular physique to add to it, he was turned on more than he would have ever thought before.

“Well I like it!”

Samantha laughed. “Well that’s not a surprise considering there isn’t much left to the imagination. But do you really want me walking around town like this?”

Bob paused as Samantha placed her hands on her hips and pushed out one hip, flexing her muscles and enjoying the sensation. The top groaned and stretched a bit further, becoming nearly transparent. He blinked as he looked at her chest and at the formidable muscles on her arms. Samantha followed his eyes and pursed her lips. She could see his pants had gotten tight down below, which considering she was just topless and now even with this top might as well still be topless, but the erection continued to push forward as he stared at her guns. Wanting to test this further, Samantha cocked her head with a sly smile.

“Or like this?”

Samantha brought up her right arm and flexed her bicep back up into a melon sized muscle that bristled with size, strength and attitude. Bob followed her flex, staring at her bulging biceps and growing hot at the same time. Samantha bit her lip and smirked.

“Or maybe this?”

Samantha began to slowly bring her forearm down and back up, infusing her muscles with seemingly more strength, power and size with each flex. Muscles built upon muscles as Samantha pounded an inch of pure muscle to her otherworldly biceps with each tense. The melon sized bicep was morphing toward the size of a soccer ball! The enhanced muscle fibers multiplied and bristled up the side as her split grew deeper and her peak pushed higher. Feeling she had reached her maximum for the moment, Samantha squeezed harder and her mighty peak popped up higher. Her mountainous bicep was now flexed to over 30 magnificent inches around and Bob felt like he was about to explode. Samantha sighed and giggled. Bob was truly hers now. And he would follow her anywhere. Or he would pay the price!

Bob could hold back no more and reached out to caress the gigantic mound of female muscle as his hard-on pressed painfully against his pants. Samantha smiled as Bob slowly fan his fingers around her mighty muscle.

“Go ahead Bob, try and squeeze it.”

Bob, nearly mesmerized, jerked from her statement, shot her a weak smile and did just that. To no one’s surprise, her muscles were like stone even as Bob pushed down for all he was worth. Samantha purred.

“And that’s just a taste, Bob. Treat me right and do what I say and there’s more to come. Much more.”
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