Dennis and Gina made their way up Claire's immense body, kissing, biting, feeling each swollen, striated inch. Dennis believed he'd died and gone to muscle girl heaven as he and Gina would sneak kisses while Claire was preoccupied. As he glanced away for a moment, he spotted the camera sitting on Gina's desk.
Should I, he asked himself. Could this get any better?
"Go ahead, Dennis," Gina said as if reading his mind, "Take a picture, make sure this moment lasts."
Dennis needed no more invitation, he stepped over and grabbed the camera, turning it towards himself so he could take a selfie with two of his dream girls behind him. But just before he snapped the picture, Claire pulled him closer by the back of his belt.
"Take a picture of this," Claire teased before lifting Dennis into the air with one hand, and pulling Gina in for a deep kiss with the other. Dennis held on to his balance as he realized Claire was holding him a foot into the air, held up the camera to capture all three of them and snapped a picture without really thinking of anything except the girls and their muscles.
After the flash Dennis felt...powerful. He lowered the camera and immediately widened his eyes at the size of his arm. It was nearly as big as Claire's! And his chest was wide, and thick with pectoral muscle that swept into bowling ball-sized shoulders. When, how...?
"Somebody's eager today," Gina said sensually behind Dennis.
"Well, how am I not supposed to want a piece of you?" Claire responded.
Dennis turned to face the two, and his jaw dropped. Claire remained the same, tan, blonde, and beefy. But Gina...
Gina was still wearing her athletic shorts and sports bra, but now they were pushed to their limits by the female beef within them. Her calves jutted outwards to either side, thick with diamond-cut muscles, thighs pressed out at least 30 inches around above her knees, the individual muscles fighting for space. Her abs pushed out into a deep 8-pack flanked by dozens of ridges that led into broad lats surging out to either side. Gina's chest was thick, the muscle swollen behind her C-cup breasts which floated effortlessly in the air. Rippling cannonball shoulders hung over softball biceps and a wall of tricep muscle, and Gina's traps reached upwards with juicy size.
Gina was still 5' 6", but that only served to make her figure that much more imposing. And she was currently deep into a kiss with Claire, the two women's bodies fighting for space, swelling against each other.
"In fact, I could really go for a piece of both of you," Claire said, turning towards Dennis.
"Mmm, that sounds like fun," Gina said, "What do you think, Dennis? Both of us?"
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