The tightness still sang in her arm. She twisted in the mirror to her right side. Her arm suddenly seemed to flat, uneventful - no hint of the hypnotic network of muscle hiding just under her skin.
"Maybe one more...to balance it out," she grinned to herself. She giddily grabbed another patch - looked at her jacked-up arm for reference, and slapped it on in roughly the same place.
Instantly, another invisible bear hug squeezed her upper body. Her heart began accelerating. Her arm bloomed with a glorious ache. She clenched her first and watched veins strike like lightning up and down her arm. Slowly, inexorably, her right bicep creaked outwards. Sally felt her skin stretch as a hard lump of muscle pushed outwards. The orgasmic grip smothered her shoulder. Her neck tilted to the side as she watched her fledgling muscles spasm and begin pumping fuller, bigger, harder.
Her shoulder hummed with power. Her delts balled up and creaked outwards. Pumpkin striations stretched down her pumped-up shoulders. Sally gasped through flickering eyelids as her shoulder pounded in time with her furious heartbeat, until her head was framed by two tight, rounded bowling ball delts.
A drunken haze skirted the edges of her vision. She felt gloriously weightless, but her muscles were plump and full and tight. Her crotch tingled with aching, restless warmth. When she flexed her arms, the twisting and clenching in her muscles was sumptuous. The way they wrapped around her bones and stretched her skin. Sally pulled her wrists up to her neck and felt her long, meaty biceps press against her ribs and forearms. She pulled her elbows back and watched her shoulders ripen into incredible brawny spheres she'd only seen in pictures.
How had Brad not told her about these things? she wondered. And where the hell is he getting them from?
The power pulsing through her temples was intoxicating. She glanced back at the zip-locked bag. At least a dozen still lay inside.