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"Hi just wanted to send you a little selfie of me and my new body. That Hulk serum is amazing! I'm so much stronger than before, it's like everything around me is made out of wool now. You can't imagine how strong I've become."

I sent him the picture he requested. It was of me in a gym with a crop top on that showed off my abs.

"Nice pic," he wrote back. "You are really hot, but what about your measurements? I need to know if you're even worth it. What do you weigh?"

I was already annoyed by his attitude, but still, I wasn't going to lie to him. So I told him the truth. I weighed 115 pounds. And that's when the floodgates opened. He started sending me pictures of himself. He was huge, like really big. His shoulders were bigger than my waist. All the muscles in his chest and arms looked so defined and firm.

He also had some pretty cool tattoos as well. "You're quite muscular yourself," I wrote to him. "What did you use for steroids?"

That question earned me a whole bunch more pictures. He sent a picture of his bicep with a tattoo of an eagle looking down at a smaller bird next to it, which read, "Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength."

I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget. I pulled up my shirt and showed him the shape of my breasts under my tank top. I raised my arms and clenched my fists to show off my muscles too. My biceps were round and peaked. I could see the veins running underneath them. They were swelling with each pump of blood into my arm. Watching so pure display of brute force was arousing me beyond belief. My biceps felt heavy and throbbed with excitement. Every time I flexed them, they would pulsate uncontrollably. I was starting to feel a little light-headed. "Are you sure this is safe?" I thought. But I didn't have any choice.

As soon as I sent him the picture, he replied with one word: "Wow!"

"Your turn," I said.

I saw his phone screen light up and then his face appeared in my inbox. He was smiling, but something was wrong. In fact, he looked very pale. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... I guess my heart rate is higher than normal. Should I be worried?"

"I don't think so," I responded. "It looks fine to me."

"This can't be healthy. Maybe you should stop talking to me..."

After saying that, he disappeared again. This time, there was a long pause before he came back.

The next time he contacted me, he was acting very distant. "Is it because my muscles are bigger than yours?" I wrote.

"Yes," he answered. "Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"I know. But I just feel weird talking to someone who has muscles. It makes me uncomfortable."

I lift a car with one hand and sent him a selfie of me doing it. Then I lifted another car with the other. The end result was a picture of me lifting two cars. "You're probably wondering how strong I am now," I wrote. "Well, let me tell you. I'm unstoppable ! I can lift two cars with one hand. Or maybe even three."

Just then, he sent me a message. "Nobody was supposed to be bigger than me," he said. "I'm sorry, but I can't talk to you anymore."

Then he vanished again. But after a few minutes, he sent me another message. "How did you get so big ? Did you take steroids too?"

"Of course not," I replied. "I bought one sample of She-Hulk blood and drank it. That's all. That's why I'm so strong and beautiful now."

"Whoa..." he said. "You look great though."

"Thanks," I said. "But you're still weak compared to me. Just give up. You'll never beat me."

"I don't want you to beat me," he said. "We can work together."

I felt so pumped up after that conversation. I was already feeling stronger than ever, but now I felt invincible. I decided to prove it to him.

I sent him a video of me lifting 400 pounds weights and showing off my biceps. Then I sent him another one of me flexing them. "Do you like my muscles?" I asked.

"They're incredible," he said. "I wish I was as strong as you."

"You will be someday," I replied. "Now, let's meet."

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"Hi just wanted to send you a little selfie of me and my new body. That Hulk serum is amazing! I'm so much stronger than before, it's like everything around me is made out of wool now. You can't imagine how strong I've become."

I sent him the picture he requested. It was of me in a gym with a crop top on that showed off my abs.

"Nice pic," he wrote back. "You are really hot, but what about your measurements? I need to know if you're even worth it. What do you weigh?"

I was already annoyed by his attitude, but still, I wasn't going to lie to him. So I told him the truth. I weighed 115 pounds. And that's when the floodgates opened. He started sending me pictures of himself. He was huge, like really big. His shoulders were bigger than my waist. All the muscles in his chest and arms looked so defined and firm.

He also had some pretty cool tattoos as well. "You're quite muscular yourself," I wrote to him. "What did you use for steroids?"

That question earned me a whole bunch more pictures. He sent a picture of his bicep with a tattoo of an eagle looking down at a smaller bird next to it, which read, "Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths. When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength."

I decided to teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget. I pulled up my shirt and showed him the shape of my breasts under my tank top. I raised my arms and clenched my fists to show off my muscles too. My biceps were round and peaked. I could see the veins running underneath them. They were swelling with each pump of blood into my arm. Watching so pure display of brute force was arousing me beyond belief. My biceps felt heavy and throbbed with excitement. Every time I flexed them, they would pulsate uncontrollably. I was starting to feel a little light-headed. "Are you sure this is safe?" I thought. But I didn't have any choice.

As soon as I sent him the picture, he replied with one word: "Wow!"

"Your turn," I said.

I saw his phone screen light up and then his face appeared in my inbox. He was smiling, but something was wrong. In fact, he looked very pale. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing... I guess my heart rate is higher than normal. Should I be worried?"

"I don't think so," I responded. "It looks fine to me."

"This can't be healthy. Maybe you should stop talking to me..."

After saying that, he disappeared again. This time, there was a long pause before he came back.

The next time he contacted me, he was acting very distant. "Is it because my muscles are bigger than yours?" I wrote.

"Yes," he answered. "Sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?" I asked. "You haven't done anything wrong."

"I know. But I just feel weird talking to someone who has muscles. It makes me uncomfortable."

I lift a car with one hand and sent him a selfie of me doing it. Then I lifted another car with the other. The end result was a picture of me lifting two cars. "You're probably wondering how strong I am now," I wrote. "Well, let me tell you. I'm unstoppable ! I can lift two cars with one hand. Or maybe even three."

Just then, he sent me a message. "Nobody was supposed to be bigger than me," he said. "I'm sorry, but I can't talk to you anymore."

Then he vanished again. But after a few minutes, he sent me another message. "How did you get so big ? Did you take steroids too?"

"Of course not," I replied. "I bought one sample of She-Hulk blood and drank it. That's all. That's why I'm so strong and beautiful now."

"Whoa..." he said. "You look great though."

"Thanks," I said. "But you're still weak compared to me. Just give up. You'll never beat me."

"I don't want you to beat me," he said. "We can work together."

I felt so pumped up after that conversation. I was already feeling stronger than ever, but now I felt invincible. I decided to prove it to him.

I sent him a video of me lifting 400 pounds weights and showing off my biceps. Then I sent him another one of me flexing them. "Do you like my muscles?" I asked.

"They're incredible," he said. "I wish I was as strong as you."

"You will be someday," I replied. "Now, let's meet."