This choice: "I'll arm wrestle you for the keys" (with a little help from the remote) • Go Back... Matt scoffed at my suggestion. "Yeah right, we haven't arm-wrestled in years. Stop wasting my time."
"I'm serious" I protested. "Two out of three, and if you win I'll do all your housework for a month. I win, and I get the car today". He cocked his eyebrow in suspicion. Why wouldn't he? He was stronger than me (for now at least) and as far as he was concerned had nothing to lose.
"A whole month?" he confirmed. "Just for beating your ass at arm wrestling?"
I nodded in agreement before adding "If you can", trying so hard to conceal my smirk but probably not succeeding very well. Regardless, he took the bait.
"Huh. Alright." he chuckled. "Dunno what you're smoking sis but if it gets me out of chores for a month, you're on!"
We sat at the table and I made sure to hide the remote out of his sight while keeping my fingers on the button after making sure the setting was on 'Grow'. The locked hands.
"GO!" he shouted in a hurry, slamming my arm down to the table.
"Owww, no fucking fair you cheat!" I scolded, rubbing my arm.
"Oh come on sis, like you had a chance to begin with!"
I shot him a scowl. Good job I said two out of three. I should have known better. "Alright, you asked for it. This time, I will count down though"
"Whatever" he chortled. "Just get it over with, I'm running late as it is."
I resumed my position. "Three"
I tensed my arm, keen not to get caught out like last time.
"Two"
I engaged the fire button and felt a warm energy surround me.
"One"
I could already feel my clothes getting tighter and my position changing. Matt was obviously too engaged in his macho bravado to notice.
"Go!"
This time his attempt to catch me out didn't work. I could still feel myself growing although it had definitely slowed down. Regardless, the extra strength caught him by surprise and I was able to push back. His arm hit the desk in a heartbeat, he was TOTALLY caught off guard!
"Ha! That's what you get for being cocky!" I taunted.
He looked confused and was eying me up with bemusement. I thought initially that he had noticed something different in me - I was clearly stronger than I was a minute ago and several inches taller but being sat down must have made it harder to notice. "N-No fair! You clearly lifted your arm off the desk!" he cried.
"Bullshit, you're just mad that you got beat by your little sis!" I could tell he was mad now. "Let's go again!" I cheered, suddenly mad at myself for not making more demands if I won... when I won.
Once again, I held the remote against my skin and fired as we locked hands. Immediately I tensed as he tried his signature trick of catching me off guard but not only was I ready for it, I was also bigger and stronger, and getting bigger and stronger still. Matt was too tense to notice and to be fair, I almost didn't notice either at first but then the task started getting easier. Matt was clearly pushing with all of his strength.
I was enjoying the stalemate until my thoughts were interrupted by my bra snapping under my shirt! Fuck, how big am I now? I glanced at Matt and noticed my viewpoint was several inches above his now and our evenly-matched contest was definitely decidedly easier for me. For all the grit and determination on his face, he couldn't move me and I burst out laughing.
"What's up Matty? You're not giving up so easily are you?!" I teased. He looked at me and suddenly the penny seemed to drop.
"W-what the fu..."
I pushed gently and his face tensed in response but to no avail. I made sure I did it slowly, like a cat playing with a mouse but finally, I planted his hand on the table without breaking a sweat. I stood up triumphantly and whooped. "Suck it bro! I just beat your ass!"
Meanwhile he stayed stood in his chair motionless and flabbergasted, his arm still in the 'defeated' position, staring up at me. It was only now that I appreciated the full gravity of my situation, and how much my remaining clothes were digging in to my skin. I must have been over 7 feet tall now, not too far away from brushing my head against the ceiling either, and it felt fucking amazing. I put my hands on my hips in a power-pose and smirked down at my 'little' brother.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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