Rob and Louis looked up in amazement as they were padded on the head by the ripped giant towering over them: Sharon. Only moments ago this girl was chubby, insecure and much shorter than they were. They were both speechless.
“Who do you call a loser now?” Sharon said as she placed her hands on her hips, pushing her chest out and making her body look even bigger. Her larger breasts pushed against the skin-tight fabric of her shirt. She looked amazing. “As far as I can see, there are only two losers here now, and they’re both standing before me!”
Rob looked at his buddy Louis before tilting his head back to look up at Sharon. “Well, that’s about to change!” He shifted his focus to his buddy again. “Come on Louis, let’s grow!”
Both boys tried to get passed Sharon, but she managed to stop them from going any further. Her rippling arms, bigger than both boys’ combined, acted as large barriers. She spread both her fingers out on their chests as she held them back. “Not so fast…”
Rob and Louis looked down at the arms stopping them. Then they looked up at Sharon’s face, who grew a small grin.
“What the…?!?” Louis blurted out. He started pushing harder, but couldn’t get through. Sharon started laughing.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
Rob, who saw what his buddy was doing, started pushing harder as well. Even though he was slightly stronger and more athletic than his buddy, he too couldn’t get Sharon’s arm to bend. Her strength was just too strong.
Sharon, now noticing Rob was trying to get loose, starting laughing even harder. She couldn’t imagine she would ever be able to stop two full-grown teenage men. She was stronger than she thought.
“Oh just stop it”, she yelled at both struggling boys, “I just wanted to see how strong you were!”
The boys calmed down, almost out of breath.
“Well, apparently not strong enough…” Rob sighed as he looked at Louis who looked just as beaten as he did. Then he felt a strong grip around his upper arm. He looked up and saw Sharon squeezing his arm with a lot of force.
“Oh come on, this looks like nothing. Flex it! Please!”
Rob didn’t want to. He tried to free himself from Sharon’s grip, but soon realized it being useless.
“Flex! Don’t make me do it…” Sharon said as she squeezed a little harder. It hurt, yet Sharon wasn’t even squeezing hard.
“Ok, ok, stop! Stop! I’ll do it…!” Rob reluctantly agreed.
Sharon loosened her grip as Rob started rolling up his sleeve. Then he raised his arm and bent it as hard as he could. His hand rolled up into a fist as his biceps popped up into action. It was quite impressive for a teenage athlete, but to Sharon it looked pathetic. Her smile grew into a loud laughter.
“Is that it? Is that all you’ve got?” she yelled as she squeezed the biceps back into his arm. It hurt like hell. Then she raised her own arm and flexed it straight into Rob’s face. “THIS is what I call an arm!”
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