Sally crossed out another day on her calendar. She took a step back and admired the tidy pattern of red X's snaking through January. She breathed a sigh of satisfaction.
She filled her shapely chest with a deep breath, feeling the chilly morning fill her lungs. Her throat murmured as the wind passed through, that husky side-effect was going to take some time to go away. As for now, 25 days without a cigarette was enough to make her feel like a new person. She brushed her long, shimmering auburn hair in the mirror and felt proud of her progress so far.
When she finished her breakfast, however, that habitual itch start to crawl under her skin. She stared into her empty bowl of cereal, and still felt like there was something missing. A final course, a sweet, post-meal palette cleanser she'd been used to puffing down since she was 16. At 25, all her meals didn't feel complete without a cigarette to cap it off.
She looked around the living room for her purse. She rummaged inside for a few moments, her brow furrowed, before she huffed and marched towards the bed room in her high-waist, hip-hugging shorts and crop top. Sally yanked open her bed-side drawer. Condoms and extra batteries (for what was in a box under the bed), but no nicotine patches. She hopped up and padded across the bed. Brad was at the gym as usual. She snatched around inside the nightstand on his side. Her hand stopped as her fingers rested on something familiar, and she sighed with relief.
"Why were they in here?" she muttered with a shake of her head. Taking one of the skin-coloured patches from a clear plastic bag - stuffed with more than she remembered having. She could ask him later, she thought, and besides, maybe he was trying to wean her off? She slapped one patch on her left shoulder.
Instantly, the patch oozed pleasing warmth into her flesh. Her heart fluttered as she anticipated the rush she'd been resisting so well.
Then suddenly, a squirming gang of thick veins pulsed into view. Sally gasped in shock as her heartbeat accelerated into frenzied stamping. She couldn't tell if the patch on her aching arm was white hot or burning cold. Her slender shoulder began to ache with wild pleasure. It pounded through her, harder and stronger, until orgasmic heartbeats were squirting through her veins.
"Holy god - what the -?!"
Her shoulder thumped outwards in time with her savage heartbeats. Striations pulsed into view under her skin, pumping up brawny sinews over her joint until her shoulder had expanded into a tightly sculpted volleyball of muscle.
Sally bit her lip as the incredible power pushed her close to climax in mere moments. She grunted as her bicep filled out under her skin. Veins sighed into view down towards her wrist. The power was inexorable. Her forearm pulsed wider and wider in powerful creaks. A hard burst of power filled her bicep. She felt the pressure building under her skin. The sensation grew stronger with every heartbeat as her arm was resculpted with swollen, rippling muscles. She flexed her arm and watched her bicep ball up into an orange-sized mound. With a few more aching, heavenly squeezes her bicep ripened outwards another inch, into a plump, rounded mound of muscle. Only her brawny delts out-matched her bodybuilder bicep.
At last, her meaty bicep stops growing. Her whole arm glowed with power. The flex was addictive and hot and tight. She flexed her brawny arm. Swollen, thumping muscles coiled into a tight ball under skin. She watched her arm sucking away on the patch, with one prominent python-like vein strapped over the peak of her juicy bicep. The tightness was incredible. Sally pulled her shoulder back and watched all 16 inches of newly juiced bicep ball
"No wonder Brad has been making so many gains," she purred to drunkenly. She looked at his stretched-out singlets in the laundry basket. She'd had to ask him to go a little easier on her in the bedroom since he'd started working out in earnest. All those sit-up meant his hips packed quite a punch. While Sally had been slimming down as part of turning over her new leaf for the year. She put a finger to her lips and felt her juiced-up bicep press against her chest.
"It sure would be nice if we could really get into it."
She turned to the side and ogled her thick, shapely shoulder.
"But I'm sure this Sally could handle it."
Every heartbeat sent a carnal ripple through her body. She'd never felt such raw, uncontrollable energy crackling through her before. She tingled behind her eyes and her cheeks were tight beside the beaming grin stretched across her rosy lips.
"What is this stuff?" she inspected the bag. "How long am I going to look like this? Or feel this good?"