Vascular

"Uhnf," Valentina groaned, clenching her fists and flexing. The pump was real. It felt like a wellspring of energy was flooding her body. A writhing nest of boa constrictors wriggled and twisted under her skin, popping up and streaking a network of fat forks of lightning bolts all over her body.

She looked up in time to have her picture taken, distractedly smirking. Her mind was elsewhere, revelling in the feeling of satisfaction tempering her mindset. Arnold was right. It was feeling like heaven. Her muscles felt tight, blimp-like, harder than rock, but swelling like balloons. It was a truly gorgeous feeling.