Emily suddenly threw on her game face. “Arms first.”
“Fine,” Amy said back curtly, bending her arms forward in front of her chest. Her biceps bulged and her tits were pressed into each other. The arms shook as veins coursed through her limbs at the effort.
Emily countered by standing up straight and flexing her arms in opposite angles (like a Z). It was a much more relaxed position, but she still got the most out of both her beefy biceps and firm forearms.
Amy laughed. “That’s nothing! Look at this compared to your puny things!” She stuck out one arm and flexed slowly, accentuating every gentle curve as her muscles tightened. “Look at these veins. Pure muscle, and way stronger than you.”
Emily smirked. “Bull!” She leaned down and flexed next to Amy’s arm, her muscles quickly rising like mountains. “Way bigger. Way stronger. No context.”
Amy frowned, seeing that Emily’s biceps were indeed bigger, and looked just as solid. Emily laughed triumphantly at her rival’s face. “Mind if I do a victory dance?” she teased, making her biceps twitch with a few precise flexes.
“So what? One round’s yours. There’s more to this than just arms. Abs!” Amy snapped.
Emily smiled confidently and shrugged, leaning forward to clench her stomach’s muscles tautly. “There,” she grunted, still holding the solid pose. “You could grate cheese on these abs.”
“Really now?” Amy said sweetly, leaning slowly backward and stretching her stomach tight. She kept leaning and leaning, until she was almost a perfect “n” shape, only she had enough strength to stay in this position without her hands touching the floor. They folded over her chest, and her abs were stretched far while still rippling with muscle.
Emily gawked at the display, Amy smoothly straightening up. “Why, Emily, is that jealousy I see on your face?”
Emily shook her head, regaining her wits. “So I had a bit of a belly before. Big whoop! That old, blubbery Em is gone now. Now…” She folded her arms behind her back, flexing her chest as her tits/pecs puffed out like a peacock’s. “I’m right where I wanna be. Boobs.”
“Please,” Amy scoffed. “They’re all meat. Besides, I showed you I could outflex…”
“TITS!” Emily huffed. Amy stood up on her tiptoes, sucked in a deep breath, and interlocked her fingers. She stretched her arms over her head and flexed her chest, her tits perking right up into planes of muscle.
Emily strode forward quickly, shoving her bare tits into Amy’s. The slightly smaller girl was caught by surprise, squeaking as Emily’s nipples gouged into hers. The stood interlocked like this for a moment, nipples pressing into one another’s like spears.
Amy suddenly yelped as her nipples suddenly caved at the force of Emily’s, which stayed rock hard as they pierced into Amy’s yielding tits. Amy scrambled away, clutching her chest as Emily laughed heartily, her tits bouncing proudly as she did.
“Getting a little soft, Amy? Maybe those pills are wearing off and you’re still the tiny girl you used to be?”
Amy refused to admit defeat. She spun around, facing away from Emily and looking over her shoulder. “Ass!”
Emily looked a bit concerned for a moment, but Amy jerked her head towards the mirror. “We can use that to tell.”
“Yea. Right.” Emily spread her legs far apart, then clenched her cheeks into a firm plane of muscle, lined with a perfectly straight crack. “Top that, hun.”
“With pleasure.” Amy spread her legs similarly, but leaned down to the ground, her ass spreading and stiffening at the same time. A tight little asshole was clenched shut at the center of the extra wide and extra firm display of her backside.
Emily conceded, releasing her pose and turning to slap Amy playfully on the ass. “Alright. Nice tush, by the way.”
Amy laughed from near the ground. “I’ma get you drunk on my humps,” she sang amidst her giggles and short flexes of her ass cheeks.
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