"So... you think these are just for show?" Emily inquired, looking herself over.
Amy flexed a bicep, the muscle rolling smoothly up and down like an avalanche under her skin. “No way in hell,” she giggled. Amy reached down to a pile of weights, lifting them off the ground with one hand. “This… this must be like 500 pounds! But it feels so light! My GOD, this is awesome!”
“You’re telling me,” Emily chuckled, posing in the huge mirror along one of the walls. It was big enough to show her whole body, suggesting that perhaps Amy’s mom had expected something like this to happen. Perhaps not to the girls, but still…
“Hey, watch this.” Emily stretched her arms behind her back. For how bulky they were, they still seemed very flexible. She puffed out her massive chest and concentrated, making her solid pecs twitch individually.
Amy giggled hysterically. “I always wanted to do that! Let me try!” She walked up beside Emily, folding her hands behind her head and making her smaller, smoother tits bounce on command. “I guess I must have better muscle control than you.”
“No way,” Emily laughed friendlily. She couldn’t help but keep posing as she talked. “Look at me. I’m way bigger than you. There’s no way you’ve got better muscles than me.”
Amy glanced at her essentially nude friend from the corner of her eye, grinning.
“What?” Emily asked back, rolling her shoulders just to watch the fluidic rippling of her body’s new muscles.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
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