"Hey, where are you taking me?" Bob said, pushing against Samantha's arm.
"To Top Woman, of course. Do you think I can go around looking like this?" she said, indicating her overstressed shirt, which fortunately was made a very strong, elastic material. Still the stretch marks on it threatened to give way and were not very attractive at all. "I need some new shirts and blouses, and I want to know what you think about each and every one."
"I thought we were done. I want a pizza!"
"Bob," she said firmly, "we're done shopping when I say we're done." Her long legs ate up the ground as they strode through the mall. In seconds they had reached Top Woman. "Ah, here we are! They've got literally THOUSANDS of tops, even in my new size! I'm sure we'll find something we both like!"
Bob pointed at a blue t-shirt in the window. "That one looks nice. Get that one and let's have lunch."
"THAT one? Uggh! Well, I'll try it on, if you want, but I don't think so." She strode into the store, gathering tens of blouses and then swept Bob into a dressing room with Bob in tow. "We can start with these, and the little blue thing you think you like. And then we can look at the sportier ones."
Bob looked at the pile of blouses in dismay. "This is going to take an hour!"
"At least!" she said excitedly. "They have the BEST selection. I could stay here all afternoon!"
"No!" he declared. "If this is what YOU want to do, then YOU can stay!" He started to go, but Samantha grabbed him by the belt.
"I think you're forgetting something, Bob," she said, holding him in place as he struggled to get out of the changing room.
"What?" he grimaced, his whole muscularly enhanced body straining against hers, his powerful legs flexing, his chest bulging, his biceps popping.
"Ooooh, nice bod, Bob. But that's nowhere nearly enough against this," she replied casually, her larger, even more enhanced physique remaining perfectly relaxed. She held up her right arm and bent it ninety degrees, causing a muscle just as large as Bob's softball sized biceps to rise up.
"That's not ..." Bob started.
"... even the beginning," Samantha interjected. She started flexing and her muscle leapt higher. "A little more?" she cooed and tensed her arm even more and her muscle gathered force, and size, and expanded to the size of a melon. Bob's jaw dropped. "I think I'm getting your attention. But I'm not finished." She flexed harder and her muscle grew not only upwards, but also outwards, stretching her soft feminine skin and thinning the layer of fat beneath to reveal the harder striations of muscle fiber even further below.
"Stop. Stop" Bob cried out.
"Am I frightening you?" she asked coyly. "Well, that's just half power, and I'm not finished yet." She positioned Bob against the cinderblock wall and stood against him, holding him to the wall by the force of her body. "You like my soft, curvy body, Bob?" He nodded vigorously. "I like your body too. It's handsome and strong and you know how to make me feel good, but it's not always about what you want, you know? When I want your time and attention, I want all of it. Do you understand? I just want you to understand me perfectly." Her muscles started to expand and get harder, crushing the air out of Bob's lungs. "This new body of mine is very big and very, very strong. I know I still look good, and you ought to know that this new body can do some wonderful things to yours. And also some terrible things." Her muscles had now expanded so much that they pressed far into his body, compressing his body against the hard wall. His was pinned simply by the force of her flex. "Ssshhh! I know you can't speak, so just listen. You're mine baby, as much and as long as I want you. So if I want to take you shopping, or to see Lady Gaga, or so see a rom com, or two, or four, then you'll come with me, right? Hmmm, baby? Just blink once for yes. Ahh, I knew you'd see it my way." She relaxed slightly to let him breathe. "Now, tell me, do you like the pink one or the yellow one better?"