When they returned, she took the tape measure and said:
“Okay, boys, pump them to the max!”
They had only waited for this and did their best. Once they felt ready, she started with their arms.
“Kemal, it looks like you got 17.5 inches, maybe 17.6. And you, Tobie, you’re at 17.8? Looks like it.”
The two guys shouted and smashed their bodies into each other. Then they clasped hands and laughed.
“Damn! We’re huge!”
“Fuck yeah!”
Then Kemal said:
“Okay, your turn!”
“Me? But …”
“Stop it right there. You’re part of the team, you get measured!”
“Okay …”
She let them. The young men eagerly wrapped the tape around her arm and said:
“So … Guess what!”
“I wouldn’t know. Just tell me!”
“Ten inches! For a girl, that’s nice! Cool!”
Tobie added:
“High five!”
Sighing, she accepted the hand. Then they did the rest of the measures. It worked quite well, even though she was a little disappointed that they outperformed her completely. Not that it wasn’t obvious, but she had somehow thought she could at least keep up on the butt. Nah. The boys had some 35 inches and she reached 34. And hers was more fat.
On the chest, things got weird.
She reached 34 inches including boobs, they both got to 36, muscles only. She shrugged:
“I can’t believe this. You have bigger tits than I do!”
Kemal laughed:
“Yes, and we can do this!”
And he started flexing his pecs and making them dance. Tobie joined in and they did a little routine. At first, she rolled her eyes, but then she said:
“Okay, teach me!”