Tiff loved the way her bulging muscles felt; the way they tightened when she flexed, the smooth marble-like texture they had as she rubbed her hands all over her body. She loved it all. And she wanted more of it to love.

She aimed the gun at herself once again. As her finger was about to unload a wealth of power, a powerful quake threw her off balance, knocking her to her feet. As she tried to get up, another quake came along with some a distinct sound. "OOOOOOHHHH YESSSSSSS" came ripping through the house as Tiff finally got back on her two veiny feet.

"Sarah?" She said to herself. With the ray gun in hand, she made her way down to the basement.

At first it looked like the two muscular beasts formally known as Sarah and Jen were wrestling. Naked. With some illegal moves.

As soon as she saw Jen drive her head in between her sister's legs, it was more than evident of what activities they were up to. She quickly turned away, having no intention to see her sister get eaten out. She quietly back away and turned towards the her bedroom, when all of a sudden she caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror.

She lustfully began to survey her own body: the perky tits, the erect nipples, the ridged six pack, the pulsating biceps. She then understood the lesbian tendencies that were being acted upon in the other room. As she began to run a hand down her cut stomach, she began to think about the different people to "share" this with.