Back to back

- Gisele, you are supposed to flex now.

- What?

- You know, flex. You tense your muscles so they become really big. Like this. Do you see how my bicep rises? It almost touches my fist!

- I AM flexing, Moira. And you know that.

- Sorry, I keep forgetting how tiny your muscles are. But I guess it doesn’t really matter. When people look at this picture, they will be only paying attention to me, because I am so much bigger than you. And maybe some will wonder what that vertical line is doing there on the left side of the picture.

- Shut up Moira! Just because your muscles are a tiny little bit bigger than mine, that doesn’t give you the right to talk to me like that. Oh, and can you move your big fat ass a little? You keep poking me in my back.

- Fat? Excuse me, but this is all solid muscle! I am sure there is more muscle just in my ass than in your whole body! Believe me, there is not a single ounce of fat on this wonderful body.

- Oh no? And what do you think those big balloons in front of you are filled with? Helium?

- Be quiet. You are just envious of my breasts. All women are. But what you don’t realize is that if your breasts were as big as mine, you’d fall to the ground because of their enormous weight.

- I’ve had enough of you Moira. Shut your mouth or I…

- Or what? What will you do? Punch me in my stomach? Hit me on my head with a baseball bat? Attack me with a flamethrower? Run me over with a tank? Ooh, I would love that! It would be so nice to tear a tank apart, just with my strong hands.

- Moira?

- Yes, Gisele?

- I just love it when we talk like this, don’t you? Still, I feel a little embarrassed standing here next to you. I am not used to this.

- I know, and I appreciate what you are doing. I know that you standing there helps to make me look even better. Because our audience will be looking from your bicep to mine, from your thigh to mine, from your breasts to mine. And then they will understand how huge and strong I really am. Thank you Gisele.

- You’re welcome Moira!

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This is some kind of remake of my very first deviation: . Drawing by hand, coloring in PhotoShop. Moira and Gisele are characters from my stories. You can find part 1 here: 

My friend Moira, episode 1Moira and me
Moira and me met three years ago. We were freshmen and I had been on campus for a couple of days when she arrived.
“What a bimbo,” was my first thought when she introduced herself. She wore a yellow dress that barely covered her body. It seemed like her breasts could spill out every moment.
Still, I couldn’t help but notice that she was beautiful. Her blonde hair flowed down until halfway her bare back. Her face was stunning, with big blue eyes and perfect white teeth. She was very thin and tall, about 6’1”. That only made her more unsympathetic to me.
I hardly saw Moira during the first weeks of the term and I had no idea what she was doing. After about a month, she invited me to sit with her and we started talking. I was amazed that I could have a decent conversation with this girl. She told me she was at the fashion design school.
I told her I was doing biology. I expected that she would ask me about dissecting frogs, but s