Thanks for the feedback! This may be the final part..
She gestured for me to take a seat, and once again placed her hands on her hips, flexing her huge back and thrusting out her man shaming pecs.
This display was met with another slight ripping sound, along with a small tear appearing at the neckline of the shirt.
She lifted her right arm, and started to curl it slowly, flexing her bicep, which was bulging against the sleeve, which was down to her elbow joint.
The sleeve started to retract up her arm as she was reaching the apex of her flex, and all of a sudden, the mountainous peak broke through, like a sunrise, the mound tearing through the sleeve as though it wasn’t there.
“Holy shit” I exclaimed, the second the peak had appeared through the fabric, as she finished her flex she looked at me.
“You’ve gotta feel it, here, I’m going to do the other one”
I noticed my hand was white from the strain of gripping my bed frame in awe as she placed it on her unflexed bicep.
Even through the sleeve I could feel the warmth emanating from it as she started to flex, a ball of muscle soon filling the palm of my hand, pushing my fingers apart as they gripped the growing bicep.
Time seemed to be moving slowly, even though she was clearly flexing at the same speed as before, I could feel a winding vein through the material from her peak along her bicep, down her arm out of reach, as I heard a slow motion tearing sound, my palm now only cupping the peak of the bicep.
A split second later the sleeve was destroyed, a big flap of fabric dropping down to the side of her bicep as she took her other hand and gently ripped the remainder of the sleeve away, so the only remaining bit was between my hand and her arm.
She moved my hand away, undid her flex to let the piece of t-shirt drop down, and place my hand back on her arm, as she quickly flexed again.
“Cool right?” She questioned absentmindedly
“Yeah, wow, it’s so big I can barely hold it” Without thinking i wrapped my other hand around her flexed arm and found that my fingertips couldn’t quite reach each other.
She noticed this and slowly released her flex, my fingertips coming into contact with each other.
“Reunited at last” She said with a little laugh, as she lowered her arm, almost dragging me with it if I hadn’t let go.
I looked down at my hands, which were both sheer white from squeezing so hard, which she either hadn’t noticed, or just hadn’t commented on, as she readjusted.
“Okay, grand finale time” She announced to the room as she took a step back.
She took a deep breath, before crunching down into a most muscular pose which was met with a huge ripping sound, and me leaning backwards in shock as she swelled to ridiculous proportions, every muscle straining to be free.
She only held the pose for a moment, but the damage was done, little tears appearing all over the front of the shirt, and I’m sure the damage was worse on the back.
“Hmm, oh well, that didn’t quite work” she stated, almost disappointed, as she poked a couple of fingers through small holes around the neckline, and with one swift movement, ripped down.
My jaw dropped like an anchor, as half of the t-shirt fluttered to the ground.
I slowly looked up to see her, half covered by the remainder of t-shirt, almost cavewoman-esque.
My eyes roamed up past her chunky abs, to her mammoth pecs, I noticed that she was wearing some kind of pastie (she explained later that she always wore these while exercising)
She met my eyes with a sweet smile “That was funny, I bet I look pretty pumped right now”
All I could think was that was the understatement of the century, as she nonchalantly grabbed the other part of the t-shirt and gave it a quick pull, tearing it from her, so she was stood there in (almost) all her glory.
“Wanna feel something?” She asked, as she took each of my hands, placing them on each pec, although even both hands wouldn’t have been able to fully cover one, as she started bouncing them under my touch.
I blacked out.