Sarah decides she likes the new her

“Oh… oh yes,” Sarah moaned, flexing her arms as they dwarfed Tom’s torso.

The growth didn’t stop immediately. Another deep surge rolled through her and she cried out in pure ecstasy, head tilting back as her already massive body swelled even further. Her biceps ballooned larger still, thick veins snaking over peaks that now looked bigger than softballs. Her shoulders and traps expanded with a audible creak of muscle, forcing her arms slightly outward. Her chest thickened dramatically, heavy pecs pushing her breasts up and out into two perfect, gravity-defying orbs that bounced with every flex.

Sarah’s thighs exploded outward another inch, rubbing together with a meaty slap as she shifted her weight. The last scraps of her bikini bottom s finally surrendered and fell away. She was now naked, glistening, and utterly overwhelming in size and power.

She looked down at Tom with heavy-lidded, lust-drunk eyes. A wicked, almost predatory smile spread across her face.

“God… I can feel every new pound of muscle,” she growled, voice deeper and huskier than before. She released him from the wall for just a second, only to spin him around and press his back against her front. One massive arm wrapped around his chest, pinning him effortlessly while her other hand reached down and wrapped around his throbbing cock, stroking him with slow, powerful pumps.

“You’re so fucking small in my arms now,” she purred against his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. She gave him a gentle squeeze with her biceps, just enough to remind him how helpless he was. “I love it.”

Tom could only groan in response, his hands instinctively grabbing at the impossibly thick forearm that held him. It felt like warm steel wrapped in silk.

Sarah chuckled darkly, then lifted him again , this time tossing him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing. She carried him across the room in three long strides and dropped him onto the couch on his back. Before he could even sit up she was on top of him, straddling his waist, her massive quads framing his body.

She leaned forward, her enormous chest smothering his face for a moment as she reached back, lined him up, and sank down onto his cock in one smooth, powerful motion.

“Fuuuuck…” she moaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. Her inner walls were scorching hot and tighter than ever. She started riding him immediately, slow and heavy at first, each downward slam making the couch creak dangerously beneath them. Every time her hips came down, her glutes and quads flexed into thick, striated perfection.

Sarah planted both hands on his chest and leaned over him, her long dark hair cascading around them like a curtain. Her arms looked even bigger from this angle, thick hanging triceps and boulder-like shoulders dominating his view.

“Tell me how strong I am, baby,” she demanded between moans, picking up speed. “Tell me you love your muscle goddess wife.”

She rolled her hips in a devastating circle, grinding her clit against him while her powerful pussy milked his cock. Her abs flexed and rippled with every movement, the deep cuts of her eight-pack glistening with sweat.

Tom could barely speak, but he managed to gasp out, “You’re… so fucking strong… I can’t believe how big you are…”

Sarah’s grin turned feral. She suddenly stopped moving, lifted herself completely off his cock, and stood up over him on the couch. Looking down like a conquering queen, she flexed both arms into a massive double biceps pose, every muscle in her upper body exploding with size and definition.

Then she dropped back down, impaling herself on him again with a satisfied groan.

“Good boy,” Sarah whispered, starting to ride him harder. “Now… are you going to use that coin and make me even stronger? Or do you want to see what this body can already do to you first?”

She clenched her pussy around him deliberately, eyes locked on his, waiting for his answer while she continued to dominate him completely.