"Well, as a matter of fact..." said Cindy. As as she said this she raised and bent her right arm ever so slowly.
As she clenched her fist and flexed her bicep it literally sprang into action. Since she had only recently tansformed she herself was impressed by the size of her new arm. She wondered, completely oblivious to the manager now, how big she could make it. She pumped her arm several times and sure enough her bicep became even bigger. It was getting so big and hard that her shirt was having trouble containing it. This irritated Cindy, how could a simple shirt hold her growth in check. It was not even worthy of being taken off, she would rip it off for its impertinence, and she would do it with the pure force of her expanding muscle. She paused for a second, bracing herself for the effort and visualizing its end result. Then will all her power and letting off a animal growl she flexed her entire upper body in a breath-taking double-biceps pose. The shirt didn't stand a chance. It broke off her rippling body in several places and fell to the floor a bunch or rags. What was revealed was a truely amazeing female body. Her breasts were immense as were her arms that nevertheless displayed astonishing vascularity. Cindy said, half to herself, half for the world to know "It feels sooo good to be strong" as she struck another pose.

Only then did the manager interupt.

What do you do now?

	The manager likes it and Cindy reacts accordingly
	The manager is disgusted and, again, C. reacts accordingly

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