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Olivia and I are walking in the forest. We're taking a hike. The sun is shining brightly. We are enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of nature.
"Did you bring the potion?" she asks.
"Yep, it's in my backpack," I say.
"Great ! " She smiles.
We come upon a small stream. The water is sparkling in the sunlight.
"This is the perfect spot," she says.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Flex my muscles," she says.
She raises her arms and flexed her biceps. Nothing really change.
"I'm thirsty. Give me the potion," she says.
"Okay." I take out the bottle from my backpack, open the lid and give it to her.
She drinks it all.
Her arms start to grow. Her muscles become bigger and more defined. Her whole body begins to change. Her skin turns bright green. Alone in the forest, Olivia's body transforms into the Hulk. She's a gigantic, beautiful woman. Her biceps are like tree trunks.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about," she says.
"Damn," I say.
She picks up a huge boulder. She carries it easily in her right hand.
"Wow!"
She throws it into the distance. She flexes her biceps again, which bulged like huge, round, firm balls under her leather jacket.
"Keep flexing, I'm gonna get a pic of that," I say.
"Okay." She continues to flex.
I take out my phone and take a picture of her. She looks so powerful and sexy.
"This is amazing. Could you rip the jacket with a flex?" I ask.
"Easy !" she says.
She lifts her arm and flexes. Her biceps stretch carefully the leather. When the seams break, the sleeves tears in half, revealing her enormous arms.
"Boom, baby !" she says.
She flexes her left arm. The jacket rips off completely, revealing her enormous chest.
"Take another picture," she says.
I take another photo of her. She frowns for the picture.
"Are you ready for some fun?" she asks.
"Definitely. Let's go."
We walk deeper into the forest. We arrive at a clearing. There is a huge, thick log lying on the ground. It must weigh several hundred pounds.
"Think you can pick that up?" I ask.
"Yes, I can," she replies.
She walks over to the log. She lifts it up with ease. She carries it across her shoulders.
"Light as a stick," she says.
She drops the log and looks at me.
"Take a picture of me."
I take another photo of her, holding the log above her head. She smiles.
"She-Hulk saves the forest !" I joke.
"I could uproot a few trees with my bare hands. Talk about saving the forest !"
I approached her bicep. It was bigger than my head. I felt her arm and it was hard as steel.
"This is crazy. I can't believe how strong you are."
"I know," she says, flexing her right bicep.
"Your biceps are huge."
"Thank you," she replies, smiling.
"They are the biggest muscles I've ever seen. They're so hard."
"That's what happens when you have the serum," she says.
"There's something you should know about the potion. It only affects women who deeply desire to become strong and powerful," I say.
"Does it mean that if you drink the potion, nothing happens?" she asks.
"Sadly, yes," I say, a bit ashamed.
"That's okay," she says, smiling. "You can still be my photographer. You can make a living by taking pictures of me flexing my muscles. I could give you a sample of my blood so you would become rich and famous. I could become your muse. What do you think?"
"That would be perfect," I say.
She flexes her right arm. Her biceps becomes bigger.
"Wow, that's incredible," I say.
"I'm gonna go bigger," she says.
"No needle would be able to puncture her skin, " I thought.
She flexes harder. Her biceps grow even bigger.
"Incredible !"
"You should feel them," she says.
I put my hand on her biceps. It was throbbing and radiating pure testosterone. I became aroused. That muscle was driving me crazy.
"Do you feel how hard they are?" she asks.
"I is also strong." I mumbled, mesmerized by the sight of her giant biceps.
"You "are", not you "is", darling," she says, correcting my grammar.
I could feel my heart beat faster. "I strong. Stronger. I stronger. Strongest. I the strongest !" I thought.
I flex my arms. My muscles bulge and grow. They become huge and hard. My chest becomes broader. Olivia was shocked.
"Wow. How did you do that?" she asks.
"Olivia muscles. Me stronger. Me strongest."
"Oh, dear. I'm radiating pure energy and hormones," she says.
"Yes, and me. Me the strongest."
I grab her biceps. I feel my fingers sink into her hard flesh.
"Wow, minutes ago you wouldn't be able to fondle your fingers on my arms," she says.
I raised my arms and flex my biceps. My muscles bulge and grow even more. My jacket was so tight around my arms that it ripped. I flex my quads and calves. My jeans are ripped to shreds. I was now standing only wearing briefs.
"Damn. You're huge," she says.
"Thank," I reply, flexing my lats.
I grew taller. I was now 7 feet tall. I was a giant. A hulking, powerful, strong giant.
"Now we're the strongest," I say.
"You bet. But there is something we need to discuss," she says.

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Olivia and I are walking in the forest. We're taking a hike. The sun is shining brightly. We are enjoying the fresh air and the beauty of nature.
"Did you bring the potion?" she asks.
"Yep, it's in my backpack," I say.
"Great ! " She smiles.
We come upon a small stream. The water is sparkling in the sunlight.
"This is the perfect spot," she says.
"What are you going to do?" I ask.
"Flex my muscles," she says.
She raises her arms and flexed her biceps. Nothing really change.
"I'm thirsty. Give me the potion," she says.
"Okay." I take out the bottle from my backpack, open the lid and give it to her.
She drinks it all.
Her arms start to grow. Her muscles become bigger and more defined. Her whole body begins to change. Her skin turns bright green. Alone in the forest, Olivia's body transforms into the Hulk. She's a gigantic, beautiful woman. Her biceps are like tree trunks.
"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about," she says.
"Damn," I say.
She picks up a huge boulder. She carries it easily in her right hand.
"Wow!"
She throws it into the distance. She flexes her biceps again, which bulged like huge, round, firm balls under her leather jacket.
"Keep flexing, I'm gonna get a pic of that," I say.
"Okay." She continues to flex.
I take out my phone and take a picture of her. She looks so powerful and sexy.
"This is amazing. Could you rip the jacket with a flex?" I ask.
"Easy !" she says.
She lifts her arm and flexes. Her biceps stretch carefully the leather. When the seams break, the sleeves tears in half, revealing her enormous arms.
"Boom, baby !" she says.
She flexes her left arm. The jacket rips off completely, revealing her enormous chest.
"Take another picture," she says.
I take another photo of her. She frowns for the picture.
"Are you ready for some fun?" she asks.
"Definitely. Let's go."
We walk deeper into the forest. We arrive at a clearing. There is a huge, thick log lying on the ground. It must weigh several hundred pounds.
"Think you can pick that up?" I ask.
"Yes, I can," she replies.
She walks over to the log. She lifts it up with ease. She carries it across her shoulders.
"Light as a stick," she says.
She drops the log and looks at me.
"Take a picture of me."
I take another photo of her, holding the log above her head. She smiles.
"She-Hulk saves the forest !" I joke.
"I could uproot a few trees with my bare hands. Talk about saving the forest !"
I approached her bicep. It was bigger than my head. I felt her arm and it was hard as steel.
"This is crazy. I can't believe how strong you are."
"I know," she says, flexing her right bicep.
"Your biceps are huge."
"Thank you," she replies, smiling.
"They are the biggest muscles I've ever seen. They're so hard."
"That's what happens when you have the serum," she says.
"There's something you should know about the potion. It only affects women who deeply desire to become strong and powerful," I say.
"Does it mean that if you drink the potion, nothing happens?" she asks.
"Sadly, yes," I say, a bit ashamed.
"That's okay," she says, smiling. "You can still be my photographer. You can make a living by taking pictures of me flexing my muscles. I could give you a sample of my blood so you would become rich and famous. I could become your muse. What do you think?"
"That would be perfect," I say.
She flexes her right arm. Her biceps becomes bigger.
"Wow, that's incredible," I say.
"I'm gonna go bigger," she says.
"No needle would be able to puncture her skin, " I thought.
She flexes harder. Her biceps grow even bigger.
"Incredible !"
"You should feel them," she says.
I put my hand on her biceps. It was throbbing and radiating pure testosterone. I became aroused. That muscle was driving me crazy.
"Do you feel how hard they are?" she asks.
"I is also strong." I mumbled, mesmerized by the sight of her giant biceps.
"You "are", not you "is", darling," she says, correcting my grammar.
I could feel my heart beat faster. "I strong. Stronger. I stronger. Strongest. I the strongest !" I thought.
I flex my arms. My muscles bulge and grow. They become huge and hard. My chest becomes broader. Olivia was shocked.
"Wow. How did you do that?" she asks.
"Olivia muscles. Me stronger. Me strongest."
"Oh, dear. I'm radiating pure energy and hormones," she says.
"Yes, and me. Me the strongest."
I grab her biceps. I feel my fingers sink into her hard flesh.
"Wow, minutes ago you wouldn't be able to fondle your fingers on my arms," she says.
I raised my arms and flex my biceps. My muscles bulge and grow even more. My jacket was so tight around my arms that it ripped. I flex my quads and calves. My jeans are ripped to shreds. I was now standing only wearing briefs.
"Damn. You're huge," she says.
"Thank," I reply, flexing my lats.
I grew taller. I was now 7 feet tall. I was a giant. A hulking, powerful, strong giant.
"Now we're the strongest," I say.
"You bet. But there is something we need to discuss," she says.

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