This choice: Bob, the quarterback, and Samantha, head cheerleader, saw them and are curious • Go Back...Chapter #2Bob, the quarterback, and Samantha, head cheerlead by: Marknew   "Hey, Sam, did you see what I saw?"
Sam looked up at her boyfriend. He had the kind of look on his face that he always had when he had just checked out another girl. She turned her head around quickly to figure out who is was, but she couldn't tell. "Um, no," she replied.
"These girls just came out of that green machine over there. They were huge!"
"Oh," Sam said, worried. She looked down at her svelte waist and her large bust. She knew she had the best figure in town, but if Bob thought another girl was huge she might be even larger. She looked around carefully and now saw Cassandra, towering over the crowd.
"I see a very tall girl, if that's what you mean. She looks like Cassandra Evans."
"Cassandra? That new girl? She was tall and built before," Bob said, pulling her to the kiosk with the machine. "But not like that. I've never seen a girl like that."
"Hey," he said to the salesman, who was busily changing the signs at the machine. "What's a muscle machine?"
"This machine will make anyone taller and stronger than they already are!" he replied, stepping away from the sign, which now said, "Grand Opening! Special Price!! $1 per unit!" in large letters and "Offer may be withdrawn at any time. Satisfaction not guaranteed" in MUCH smaller print.
"That girl over there. Is that Cassandra Evans? How big was she before?"
The salesman smiled. "I'm sorry, but that is private information."
"Will the machine make me as big as that?" Bob enquired.
"Well, that depends," he said, pointing at the sign.
"Right! Well, here's $100. Sam, you wait right here."
"Bob! I don't want you going in there. I thought we were going shopping!" Samantha complained.
"It won't take long, right?" Bob said to the salesman.
"Quick as a wink, almost," he replied.
"See?" Bob said.
Samantha frowned. She could see Cassandra, and although she was tall and muscular, and seemed quite busy with Alexander Martins, she looked absolutely gorgeous, much better looking than she had been before. And there were two other girls with her, probably Becky Carroll and Missie Stern, both looking buff and prettier than she'd ever imagine. This machine could be dangerous.
"Only if I go in with you," she replied.
"Samantha! You can't!" he said, appealing to the salesman.
"Well, she can," he replied. "Two can enter at once, the second person is 50% off."
"So if I put in $75, do we get even more units?" Samantha asked. She knew she wasn't great at math, but she was a power shopper.
"That's exactly right" the salesman said with enthusiasm. "If divided equally you would get 25% more per person."
"Well, in that case, all right," Bob said. They each handed the salesman their money and went inside. Seconds later the timer went off. Bob emerged first, now nearly 6 inches taller, with the muscles of a fullback. "Ha HA!" he crowed. "It worked! It really worked. Come on, Sam! Get moving!"
Samantha came out more slowly. "Hey, Bob, did you shrink or something?" she asked, looking down at him. At 6'8" she was two inches taller than he was. Her already voluptuous body was now off the scales, with a firm 50" bust well supported by a powerful chest. She put her hand on his shoulder and pulled him toward her. The slight effort was enough to propel him crashing into her. "Hey, did you get clumsy too?"
"No! I ... my GOD, Sam. "You're huge!" He was staring at her bust, then at her biceps which were far larger than his, and then once again at her bust.
She looked at herself in the mirror the salesman had placed strategically outside the door. "I like it. But now I REALLY need to shop. Come on, Bob." She lifted him effortlessly onto her hip and strode away.
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