Yes

Tessa's brows furrowed as she considered the request. "Sure? But..."

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised she would finally feel Marianne's bare hands against her skin, her sift touch for once unhindered by the thick leather gloves. "Oh god yes," she whispered. "Please, I want to feel you."

Marianne gave a lopsided grin and snuggled into her side more, then slowly reached her warm hands under Tessa's plaid shirt. She gasped as they pressed against her flat stomach, sending a jolt like electricity pulsing through her. But, to her surprise, the feeling didn't fade, even as Marianne began sliding her hands around, massaging the supple skin. A heat started in her skin, growing evermore intense as her girlfriend kept her touch steady. It built and built until it was near burning, and Tessa had to jolt away.

She pulled up her shirt, looking at her stomach that had been overcome by a red glow, the same glow that was shining through Marianne's skin, her hands like two torches. Tessa watched her flat stomach, still covered in a layer of fat, bubble and transform in front of her very eyes. Her skin bloated and distended, as hard muscle built six, chiselled abs, each cleft nearly a centimetre deep, with thick blue veins creating a web-like pattern across her abdomen. She felt her torso widen, as each muscle grew to the size of a brick, too large to be covered in a single hand. Then, her body extended upwards as another 3 pairs of muscles formed - more, she realised, than should be humanly possible. She felt the changes slowing as her skin grew dark and leathery over the top of her 12-pack abs, so tough she couldn't dent them.

Each, hard, taut muscle shuddered as she let out a breath, and stared at Marianne's wide eyes. Gently, she let her plaid shirt-turned-crop-top fall over her chest, and started lacing up her girlfriend's gloves once more. She stood, now significantly taller than she was before, and looped Marianne's arm around her shoulder, trying to ignore how much easier it was to carry her than before.

"Come on, honey," she muttered. "Let's go home."