500 Word Story

[Hello345]

Short writing exercise with no characters. 500 words. I understand the constant repetition of "the woman" and "the man" make it slightly awkward to read but I was aiming to write this quickly and thinking of names takes hours.
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The woman rolled her sleeves back and raised her arms. Previously hidden muscles flexed into life, biceps climbing high into the sky. She walked forward, forcing the man back against the bed. With a gentle push from those mighty arms the man crumpled and fell on his back. She smirked.

The woman climbed onto the bed, straddling the man with those magnificent legs. From the man's perspective it was almost ludicrous. Each thigh was as thick, no... Thicker than his waist. But to see them he had to drag his eyes past the cavernous cleavage that he could see down her shirt. The remnants of her breasts sat atop a pair of pecs that were so thick that they resembled battleship armour more than any piece of anatomy.

She leant back and reached for the hem of her shirt. The woman slowly lifted the shirt, teasing the man with the sight of rock-solid abs. The man started to run his hands over them with an almost religious reverence. This worship must have been to much for the woman as, with a sudden flex, she grabbed the shirt and pulled. The thick cotton shirt practically exploded as lats pushed out into immense wings and traps reached out towards the sky. The sleeves, even rolled up, proved no match for her biceps and triceps as they ripped the material asunder. The tattered remains of the shirt fluttered down onto the bed, leaving only the collar intact around her neck. She reached up and grabbed it with a surprisingly dainty hand and pulled it apart.

Now the woman was only clad in a bra and skirt, not that either of them would likely last long. The man could see where the strap of the bra was beginning to fray as it struggled to stretch around the woman's monumentous chest. The skirt was only saved by it riding up her tree-trunk like thighs, but by this point it covered about as much as a belt. 

The woman could see the man's eyes resting on her pecs and grinned. She clasped her hands in front of herself and began to flex each pec individually. She slowly tensed one and then the other, making them dance to a slow beat. The man was mesmerised, his vision captivated by the display. Sensing that he was too stunned to do anything the woman changed tactics again. Instead of alternating, she pulsed the pecs and her lats. The bra straps frayed even more. In one final move, she brought her arms down with a grunt into a most muscular pose.

Her entire body jumped. Definition appeared out of nowhere, biceps exploding whole inches wider, striations erupting across every inch of her body. The bra couldn't take it. Her chest had overwhelmed it, those battleship-like pecs jutted out far enough to tear the last millimetres of fabric. But the bra didn't just fall down, no, the colossal force of the flex flung the bra forward, into the man's face.

The woman couldn't help but laugh.

[Hello345]

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[crow004]

Nice! (5 character answer)