(Art by what a mass)

While you were at work you took notice of a young woman who drew the eyes of everyone and for all the right reasons: she towered over everyone and was built like a greek god—on steroids, but it was all natural.

Lacking any close her size, her shirt hugged her upper body tightly, looking as it it would tear at the seams by any sudden pump.

“Hm.” She said as she gazed upon her robust arm, inspecting it.