She want to be stronger

Tom’s mouth went dry as he nodded eagerly. "Yeah, Sarah—you look amazing," he managed to say, his voice slightly hoarse.

Before he could say another word, Sarah let out a delighted squeal and lunged forward, wrapping her powerful arms around him in an enthusiastic hug. The sheer **** of her embrace lifted him clean off the ground, his feet dangling in the air as she squeezed him against her toned, bikini-clad body.

"Whoops!" she laughed, realizing what she’d done. But instead of setting him down immediately, she held him there for a second longer, her biceps flexing effortlessly beneath his weight. "Guess I got a little carried away!"

Tom gasped as Sarah’s grip tightened, her biceps bulging as she effortlessly hoisted him higher. "It's OK," he choked out, his face flushed. "I—I like it."

Sarah’s grin widened, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Oh yeah?" she teased, her voice low and playful. Without warning, she lifted him even higher, her sculpted arms flexing as she held him at eye level, his legs kicking slightly in the air. The thin fabric of her bikini barely contained the ripple of her muscles as she adjusted her grip, pressing him firmly against her.

"I love how light you are to me" she laughed, giving him a little shake.

Sarah’s grip loosened just enough for Tom to catch his breath, though she kept him suspended in the air, her biceps still taut with effort. "You know," she murmured, her voice thick with excitement, "I’ve been thinking… I want to be even stronger."

Her fingers flexed against his sides, testing her own power as she slowly lowered him—only to suddenly jerk him back up, her muscles swelling with the effort. A delighted laugh escaped her lips. "Imagine what I could do if I really pushed myself! Or more like... if you wish for it" she winked at him.

Tom’s pulse pounded as her body heat radiated through the thin fabric of her bikini, her abs pressing against his ribs as she adjusted her stance.

Sarah finally set Tom down, her fingers lingering against his sides for just a moment longer than necessary. He staggered slightly, still breathless from her crushing embrace, before reaching into his pocket with trembling hands. The coin felt warm against his palm as he pulled it out, its edges worn smooth from years of use.

Sarah looked at him, her gaze feeled with excitement. "Come on honey, make me the strongest"

Tom swallowed hard, he flipped the coin and wish for it.

The coin landed back in Tom’s palm with a soft clink—and in that instant, Sarah gasped. A ripple surged through her body, muscles swelling impossibly, veins snaking over suddenly engorged limbs. Her bikini strained as her shoulders broadened, her biceps ballooning into thick, rock-hard mounds. The fabric tore with a sharp rrrip as her chest expanded, her pecs surging forward like sculpted armor. She shuddered, her thighs thickening until they brushed against each other with a meaty thud, her calves knotting into dense curves.

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