Dennis sat on the coach for a moment, glancing up toward Sarah’s room. He knew he had to get the camera back. He just didn’t know how. Staring ahead he was snapped out of his trance when Sarah came down the stairs.
Once Sarah had called her friends she looked for something to slip on. The problem was that nothing fit any longer. She finally found her gym shorts and successfully pulled them up passed her thick thighs and was pleased to see that her waist wasn’t any bigger around. If anything, her waist was slimmer as there wasn’t any fat to be seen. Tracing her fingers along the six pack abs, she enjoyed the hardness and separation. Pulling the bra off was a bit harder as it was already stretched out, but with a tug and a tear, she tossed it to the ground. Looking for an older t-shirt, Sarah found a red football jersey from Dennis’s school. She had little interest in wearing such things and was mad at Dennis when he gave it to her last Christmas. It was the typical large jersey and had the number one on it. Slipping it over her head, she was happy that it fit snuggly across her wide back and large chest, although the sleeves were tight thanks to her massive upper arms. Shaking her head as she was still taking in the fact that this was real, she reached up to the shoulder and to her surprise, easily tore off the sleeves. This led her to think.
“Just how strong am I? I tossed Dennis around with ease, but he only weights 150 or so. And tearing the sleeves off seemed easier than it should have been.”
Tying the front jersey up high below her chest to expose her muscular abs, Sarah smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror, casually flexing up her right arm and admiring the massive bicep that rose up to incredible heights above her shoulder and up her forearm. Her joints and hands were the same size, so the 24 inch large ball of muscle looked dangerously powerful and completely out of place on her strong but overall feminine body. Releasing her flex, she turned toward her ruined door, now a bit disappointed she had destroyed it. Grabbing the camera she stepped around the debris and padded down the hallway toward the stairs.
“Time to test my strength,” Sarah said to herself out loud.
When Dennis heard her he froze in his position as Sarah came down the stairs. She saw him as she turned toward the spare room that had the fateful weight set.
“What the hell are you still doing here?”
Dennis thought quickly. “I promised mom I’d say hi before I left with the clothes.”
Sarah frowned, but kept walking. “Whatever. Just don’t think you’re going to try and get your camera back. Once Amber and Chris get here I’m going to give them a boost too.”
Dennis sighed as his shoulders slumped slightly. He had to get the camera back before her friends arrived. Watching Sarah walk, he followed her with his eyes as she entered the work out area. Throwing caution to the wind, Dennis slowly walked in that direction too, sharing Sarah’s curiosity about her strength and thinking that perhaps if she were distracted that he could snag the camera.
Sarah walked into the weight room and snickered as she saw her IPod. “There it is!” She then looked at the weight sitting on the rack. Not familiar with the mass of the weights, she looked at the metal disks and counted out the numbers. “Hum, must be about 200 pounds. I suppose the bar has some weight too. In any case, that’s a lot of weight.” Picking up the IPod and placing it down next to the camera on a table behind her, Sarah moved back toward the weight.
Reaching out, she gripped the bar clumsily, unsure of how to properly lift it. Fortunately for her, Dennis’s thought that this would be a warm up for a curl had given her greater strength than her muscles would indicate. In fact, Dennis’s wild thoughts had given her ridiculous strength. She lifted the bar up at arm’s length and paused as she felt the resistance. Her eyes widened with the realization that there wasn’t much. She could feel it and tell it was heavy, but she was able to hold in front of her with minimal strain.
Laughing, Sarah brought the bar down and performed a few quick easy curls that didn’t feel much more difficult than if she were curling a snow shovel. Kind of heavy, but not really. Placing the bar back on the rack she looked around for more weights.
“Well if a 200 pound curl was easy I wonder just how much I CAN curl?”
By this time Dennis had snuck up to the door and was peering in, hoping he wouldn’t be noticed. He also cursed to himself as he saw the camera behind her. How would he get it? He snuck a few glimpses into the room as Sarah picked up every disk in the room and placed in onto the bar. There was nearly another two hundred left, so when she finished, the weight with the bar was nearly right at 400 pounds. A very large weight indeed.
Sarah looked at the weight and this time moved forward with a bit more caution. Pulling her chest up near the weight, she gripped the bar close to her pumped up pecs and carefully pulled it off the rack, continuing to hold it close. She took a step back and let out a breath. With more control than Dennis had hoped for, Sarah brought the bar down toward her female bodybuilder thick thighs and held it for a moment. Pulling in a breath, she slowly pulled the bar up, grunting with effort as her large biceps swelled and protruded with incredible detail and vascularity. With a satisfied yell of excitement, Sarah smiled as she completed the curl. She let the bar down with controlled force and leaning down, dropped the bar to the ground with a clang. She then looked up toward the door.
“Impressed Dennis?”
Dennis froze in his hiding place against the wall, unsure of what to do. Sarah reached over to grab the camera and walked toward the door lightly with a smile on her face. When she reached the door and saw Dennis plastered against the wall she let out a quick. “Boo!”
Dennis nearly jumped and then struggled to turn and face Sarah, who stood there with a satisfied smile on her face.
“I’m pretty strong now huh? I must be stronger than anyone at school I imagine. And these biceps are bigger too. But I’m guessing that there are still men bigger and stronger than me. What do you think Dennis?”
Dennis cleared his throat, realizing that Sarah wasn’t going to do anything to him at this moment. He took a step back, but Sarah took a step forward, keeping her eyes locked to his. Dennis let out a nervous breath.
“Well, I’m not sure. Maybe. But you’re really strong.”
Sarah looked at the camera and back at Dennis. “So if I say, wished to be stronger. Or say, bigger and stronger; all I need to do is think about it and take a picture?”
Dennis tried to change the subject. “I thought you were waiting for your friends.”
Sarah blinked her eyes, but didn’t change the smug expression on her face. “I am. But why wait? Wouldn’t you like to see me with even BIGGER biceps, or maybe the strength of one of your comic book heroes? Wouldn’t that be fun?”
Dennis gulped, looking at the camera with pain. “Uh, no. We don’t know what the consequences are yet of using the camera. The guy I bought it from said it was cursed.”
Sarah’s face went into a mock shocked expression. She pulled the camera up at arm’s length, pointing it at herself.
“Well then I’d better not take a picture, huh?”
Dennis’s shoulders slumped. He knew that he wasn’t going to talk her out of anything. He still followed the script.
“No, Sarah; that would be a bad idea.”
Sarah laughed. “Yeah. Thought so.”
She looked at the camera, smiled, and snapped the button. The camera clicked and Sarah….
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