Kyle felt a massive hand fall on his shoulder. He was startled by the sheer weight pressing down on him. It was enough to buckle his knees and he struggled to stand under it. What shocked him even more was when he turned around and realized it was just the weight of his girlfriend's massive am pressing down on him. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed like she wasn't pressing down at all.
Her finger was waving back and forth and it was attached to the most massive hand he had ever seen and that was backed by the most incredibly oversized arm he could even imagine. Muscle upon muscle bulged and twisted in rippling masses as her finger wagged. "Uh, uh, Stud. You're my boyfriend and I didn't say you could kiss anyone else. I'm not done yet. This feels great and I want to get Huge!"
"Babe, you are huge. Look at yourself."
Turning her mass to a mirror on the wall, all she could see were her amazingly thick and ripped abs. Veins snaked across them like some strange mountain roadmap, then bulged and shifted as she rolled her abs up and down. "Sorry, hun, all I can see are my abs. They look fabulous though, but I think they could use a bit more mass. Wouldn't that excite you?"
Despite himself, he feels his arousal stirring at the thought of his girlfriend growing more and more massive with each kiss propelling her to supernatural levels of muscular growth. What was he thinking, she was already there! How much bigger could she possibly get? Big enough to put the Hulk to shame? Strong enough to armwrestle superman--and win without breaking a sweat. Big enough to make even his fantasies seem small by comparison. Now the thought of that was so exciting, and by the look on his girlfriend's face, that wry smile, she knew where his mind was going.
His tenuous revelry was broken by one of the other girls, a tall brunette named Susan. "Come on Kelly, you can tell he wants to help the rest of us."
Kelly easily interposed her massive naked frame between Kyle and the rest of the girls. Just one of her massive legs thrusting down, flexing those inhuman quads for display was enough to stop everyone else in their tracks. "Not a chance, Susan. No one gets him until I get want and lay down some ground rules!"
With that she scooped him up pressing his head between her bosom. "Kiss them, babe. You know you want to. Make ... me ... GROW."
That last word came as much as a demand as it was a plead and he found himself in a quandray. He loved her breasts. They were pert and well-proportioned even for her now monstrous size, but he could also see them swelling larger in proportion to the rest of her until massive, round, heaving bosoms, sat atop mountains of corded pectoral muscle. And what if he really could make her muscle strength increase way ahead of her obvious size? Could he really make her muscles super-efficient like a superhero?
Whatever the case, he gave in and began kissing first one breast and then the other, letting his mind wander from possibility to possibility.
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