"I'm muscular enough to hoist Dave, cock and all, over my head," typed Lara, "With ease!" She tapped the enter key. "You see, Dav--oh there we go." Lara felt a growing tension throughout her body. "You see, Dave," she said, feeling her skin beginning to stretch, "if you're gonna be this big forever--" her muscles will curving outward, stretching the fabric of her clothes, "--one of us is gonna need to be able to carry you around." Lara's hands and feet were going numb as her now-strained clothes cut off her circulation, but the feeling of power surging through her body was feeling far better.
"Wait, forever?" said Dave, "I thought that you--"
rip
Lara gasped as she burst through her clothes. She stared down at herself.
Her arms rippled like an angry ocean, her new biceps swelled larger than Dave's thigh. She tried to wrap her hands around her thigh, but could barely wrap them past her quadricep. She ran her hands up her body, feeling her rippling abs and bulging...wait what were those muscles around the ribs wait no that didn't matter. She prodded her neck, feeling its swollen girth, and immediately regretted it. That'd bruise in the morning. Each of her limbs felt like they could punch through iron. She needed to take her time before each little movement; her muscles were overestimating her brain's commands, moving too far and too fast if she didn't pull her proverbial punches.
"Well," said Lara, "I'm not sure if I would want to waste a turn changing you back, and if I'm honest, honey, have you really considered what you'd be giving up?" She took a step forward, gingerly bent down, and wrapped her hands under Dave's behemoth cock. She pulled upwards, heaving it off the ground like a feather. She considered flipping it upwards towards Dave, but then reflected on the unfortunate possibility of crushing her puny husband under his several-hundred-pound dick. Really, he was far too fragile. The risk of accidentally killing her husband was kinda hot, but she didn't want to run that risk right now. She pulled it towards her, gathering it in her arms. "I mean, it's not like you're immobile anymore." She scooped up her husband's body and hoisted it over her head. Yep. That was easy. That laptop was really pulling its weight. "Seriously, is this awesome or what?"
"Well," said Dave, staring down over his dick to stare at the bulging mass of muscle that was his wife, "I suppose this could be kinda fun." A grin split Lara's face.
"That's the spirit! Just for that, babe? I'll actually let you take your turn!"
"Wait wh--"
"Babe, you're immobilized by dick big enough to live inside, and I'm pretty sure I could crush a pickup truck to the size of a beach ball. I'm making the rules. Do try to keep up." She set him on the ground, his dick landing with a heavy thud.
"I--okay, fair enough,"
"Well?" asked Lara, laying the laptop on Dave's cock. "What do you want?"
Dave nodded and began to type...
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