Incredible Transformations [FMG]

[Poddy]

Millie

a.k.a Thunderclap's Equal : Millie's Spectacular Transformation

Millie twirled in the mirror and her long, slender physique wrapped in paper white and yellow spandex. She huffed in disappointment. With the tight fabric nuzzled between her ass cheeks, she felt like her booty stuck out like a beachball, but upon seeing it in the mirror, it looked as flat as shapeless as she'd always remembered.

She turned to the wall of poster of her favourite hero smothering her bedroom walls. Thunderclap. Clad in the same suit as hers, he beamed down at her with his chin and heroically brawny chest protruding with invincible confidence. Her own narrow chest bubbled with determination and she marched to her work desk: an impressive array for 4 different curved monitors encasing her in a semicircle of blurring reams of data.

She looked over her pale skin showing in little pinprick holes in her suit. Two in each shoulder, two in each of her long thighs, and one in her lower back.
She sighed, feeling the moreish pressure of the suit around her gently heaving midriff. This was it.

On the first monitor, Thunderclap. She swooned softly at the sight of him. His proportions were outrageous, the hips of a swimmer with the atlas stone shoulder muscles and an emblem-stretching chest. A long time ago, unbeknown to many, he too was an ordinary geek, just like her. Now his signature yellow and white suit sucked tight into every crease and crevice of his impossibly mighty physique.

Millie licked her lips, her body coiled tighter. She looked over at the gently humming machine by her side. She drew out one of its needles, connected by a long clear tube and drew it towards her shoulder. She shivered as she pressed it into her delt. The thin tube filled red with her blood. Millie's heart pumped harder as it fed back into the humming box. She could hardly get her tooth out of her bottom lip as she slid the others into herself. Tingling from each spot, the tubes followed her like tentacles as she turned steadily to her 2nd monitor.

An image was slowly formulating before waiting eyes. A green outline of a female body, connected and formed by squarish nodes and lines running between each to make a crude render of the same flat, featureless, angular body of the girl looking back at it.

Millie leant forward and rattled some code into her keyboard. A second rendering started to form. This time, the lines soared and arced in protruding curves before reaching the next node. The nodes formed a flaring diamond, eventually making the tips of shoulders that more than double the width of the first figure. Millie wiped her palms on her thighs as a pair of lines tapered towards each other in a plunging V, forging a mighty torso flaring from cinched hips. More wide, arcing lines swept down, drawing powerful thighs, dipping sharply for its knees, then ballooning one final time for its calves.

Millie couldn't stifle a soft moan of anticipation as the image completed. Her palm was slick on her mouse as she dragged the comic-book huge skeleton over onto the narrow-bodied rendering beside it.

The large metallic block with all 5 red tubes running into it hummed louder; its fans kicked on and whirred under the load. A canister connected to the side of the machine began to drain. Millie's heart thumped harder still. Beside the same injection points in the shoulders, thighs and torso of the skinny rendering on screen, numbers ticked up and up, then spun and rose faster than she could read. 'Increasing genetic limit' - NanoBoost: 150%.  The slender figure grew bigger, taller, wider. Millie shivered as the needles in her body grew warm.
'Genetic limit reached' - 'Increase? Y/N'

Millie tapped immediately with her trembling finger. She clutched the edge of the desk in anticipation, as her hips gently rolled. The machine gulped down another quart of the nanobots. Millie let out yearning breaths that spread her chest and opened her shoulders. Her mind raced at the sensation of her posture - her entire frame - being forcibly ripened into her dream body.

The nodes on the slim figure nudged wider still, and Millie quivered with a rush of arousal at how long it was taking. It stopped just shy of matching the hero figure in its proportions. 'Genetic limit reached' - Increase? 'Y/N'. NanoBoost: 200%.

Millie cursed softly. Fuck this was going to be good. She watched the machine suck in the last drops into her mixer and with a final surge of stretching pixels, until the 2 figures became perfectly matched - only 1 figure visible on screen.

Millie gulped; the anticipation was so thick she had to force it down her throat. She looked down her skinny arms, turning them incredulously in the knowledge that inside her unremarkable body now lay the genetic muscle capacity of the 1%. The only thing left to do was force her body into realising its uppermost limits.

She fingered the neckline of her suit and caressed her slender body. She wrapped her arms around herself, quivering with the thought of it soon being impossible to touch her sides. Whatever intense, incredible transformation Thunderclap went through - she and him were about to be orgasmically, inextricably linked. She turned to the last monitor and tapped one last button.

The machine bathed her room in its hum. Her head snapped over to the pipes, they flushed a serum into her with startling speed. Millie gasped as a shocking cold sting and pressure squirted into her in all 5 spots.

She whimpered as desperately hot, invigorating pressure gorged her arms and legs and made them feel thick and stiff. Millie heard a fleshy creaking roar all over her as her every muscle ripened - their dense weight set her in place with her chest and midriff heaving outwards towards her monitors. The heat and wetness between her legs grew as it took hold.

Already it had made her slender body bristle with something of a burgeoning athletic taper. “Ughh - fuck - yesssss” she swooned as her eyes stretched wider and the green figure on screen blurred.

All over her trembling body, sumptuously deep etchings of huge muscle imprinted into her costume. The shape of teardrops bigger than her kneecaps rippled in her thighs, which were then scored by deep lines running up to her quaking hips. Millie whimpered with desperate anticipation as the bumps spread wider into 8 shallow rectangles that covered her whole midriff. A deep line plunged down the centre of her chest, reaching lower than her breast and stopping at the top of her over-sized 8-pack. Millie couldn’t stave off a wave of panic as she watched the nano-serum set its intentions beyond the frame slender chassis. But the heat between her legs roared at the thought of being forced back into proportion.

Millie felt the needles grow hotter as a thick glut of serum pushed into her. The spandex in Millie's crotch darkened as she was seized by a choking, overwhelming wave of power and every injection site suddenly bulged outward. "Ughhh yess -- yesssssssss!" Her shoulders shrugged up and her elbows swung out as her entire frame yawned bigger. Both her thighs swelled in their chiselled weave and her knees quaked to steady them.

Millie's wild grin spread with every cc of magnificent volume pumping her deltoids into ribbed globes. Her chest shunted forward and lifted, the emblem on the front of her suit stretched.

Millie snatched her fist and her bicep packed her sleeves with a mango-sized ball. With her elbow cocked, the orgasmic pressure built in her forearm. Millie gagged as concentrated power thumped into her wrist and her forearm creaked thicker.

Is this what Thunderclap had to endure? He started out as a scrawny geek too - and look at him now. Had his transformation been so orgasmic? The thought tipped her into her own orgasm, adding even more stress onto her quaking knees. She felt even more pressure pile onto them as her thighs bulged. Thick, hip-width muscle lapping at the base of her ab-studded, tapered, heroic torso.

The tubes bucked and jerked, like snakes keeping their fangs inside her. She felt her fists being pushed apart on the sides of the widening column of her midriff. With every diaphragm-clenching shuddering, Millie savoured her shoulders creaking further apart, knowing she was ascending to her fantasy size. The muscle-defining shapes that seemed so outrageous when they first creaked into view were now exquisitely stuffed and bulging from a beefy frame that gracefully accommodated their comic-book mass.
At last, she was given a moment’s reprieve. With a satiating flex, she made the spandex stretch around her every super-ripened bulge. Awe turned her shallow gasps ragged, at how quickly her twitchy muscles met and squirmed as they bulged together - at how her 8-pack clenched into a brick-like stack with each of her incredulous huffs - at how inner thighs rubbed and punched her leg straight with the lightest flex.

She blinked the film from her watery eyes to read a blinking message on the screen. “Maximum recommended dose reached.” “Override? - Y/N”
Her knees almost buckled the second she touched her keyboard.

With her tooth devious sunken into it, her bottom lip matched her spandex suit for arcing ripples. She put herself back in her heroic stance. Her cushiony heroic brawn bristled in anticipation of another spurt.

Seconds later, her diaphragm began snatching again and squeezed giddy, laboured grunts from her, rising with the whirr of the machine. 
She swooned and surrendered herself to it - she could handle it - she was going super. “Mmmmm - here I come, Thundie! Arrrghhh!” her chin swung to the ceiling.
Once more the injection seemed to slow as the loaded ooze was pushed into her.

Millie drooled down her chest as her deltoids erupted to incredible atlas stone peaks, then the mighty muscle spilled over into the rest of her torso. The outer edges of her pecs thickened and rushed across her chest like her suit was being filled with liquid.

"Ugghhh the powerrrrngggghh..." Deep grunts poured from her drooling locked jaw as the lines scoring the edges of her big new muscles widened, deepened, and stretched again. She relished in them straining and spreading to heavyweight bodybuilder proportions.

Locked in her slender, trembling chassis, Millie squirmed helplessly as her ascending physique enveloped her. It was an insane thrill ride in which there was no climax, but orgasm after orgasm. The intoxicating sensation of each huge muscle shape being packed and straining to contain the gorgeous mass pouring into it. Millie’s flaring, door-width lats poured over their limits over and over, while her wetness made her inner thighs slip feverishly against each other as they grew.

Her grunts plunged, out of exhaustion and the thickening abdominal wall of muscle enveloping her diaphragm. Even as her upper body doubled, then almost tripled her hips, her fists felt knuckle to knuckle again her pecs bunched and shuddered bigger into shoulder-shoving slabs. They chewed the logo on her chest as they creaked into separated spheres, casting their sweeping shadows over rising her upper abs.

She came again as the cushiony yellow and white landscape of her delts and pecs filled her view. She felt as wide as a car. Gagging on the pump and bone-stroking gropes of her muscles growing bigger still, reaching their perfectly designed pinnacle. The growing delay between her deepest muscles squeezing around her frame and her skin stretching threw her carnal, desperate moans out of all rhythm. Finally, her jaw fell slack and she gagged silently as she reached her Thunderclap-matching pinnacle.
Her legs locked so hard she feared for her knees as her quads and calves became sweepingly stuffed stockings, each hunky bulging and contributing to her impossibly perfect body.

Her suit was sucked air-tight around her like a second skin, enhancing and flattering every one of her feverishly firing muscles. Deep creases between each one helped to keep each blown up ab, oblique and hunky muscle encased and separated to be admired for its own individual beauty. She drew up her arms and watched the seam down her sleeve bend as the sumptuous sphere of her bicep swelled towards her incredulous lips.

At last, the machine fell silent. The tubes ran clear.

Millie ran her shaking hands through her thick, dark hair. She let the sweaty, dishevelled tips cascade down her pecs and shoulders. She turned to the mirror and almost came again at how much of her body poured over its edges. She had done it. Now her and Thunderclap could be one. She wanted to throw her huge new arms around him and squeeze him tight - their perfectly matching bodies making them the ultimate super couple.

The first of (hopefully) many new short, muscly snippets, all focused on superhero transformations. Enjoy.

[slowride10]

love it hope more to come..

[Wookey]

Wonderful stuff. Thank you

[kasper16085]

Amazing...Poddy is back with another incredible story!!!  Looking forward to more stories from you again!!

[phil123]

Great start

[taoschild]

excellent description - I look forward to more.

[Poddy]

#2 - Laura the Vegetarian

Laura looked sceptical about the burger-shaped fritter staring back at her in its plain bun. Taking a tentative sniff of the fried mushroom burger substitute, she grimaced with disappointment.

Since making the switch to vegetarian, Laura, like with most things, had thrown herself fully into it. Posters, books, social media groups, mailing lists - she’d ticked off every trope of a true eco-warrior, even down to the little veggie-shaped plushies lined up on her office desk.

And what had been the reward? Laura sighed. Aside from the teasing from her colleagues, she hadn't shed a single pound in 3 whole weeks. Laura looked down at her chubby figure in her woolly turtleneck. The little paunch of her belly sagged further as she slumped in her chair, eventually protesting against the waist of her jeans. She reached down and popped open the top button - the office was empty at lunchtime - and the soft bulge spilled outwards in relief. Where was all the extra energy, the vitality, the lightness, the vigour that she'd been promised? How many more lettuces, lentils and dubious alternatives did she have to suffer through to see results?

She looked down at the street from her office window. Her colleagues were lined up in front of their favourite - her ex-favourite - hotdog stand. She tore her eyes away and noticed a food truck beside it. 

She squinted and looked closer. The truck was covered in white and green, with a leafy logo arcing over the window. The fact there was no line during the lunch rush confirmed to Laura that it must have been new in town, and almost certainly vegetarian. 

"Nutri-Veg" Laura mouthed as she read the sign. Her stomach rumbled. Anything had to be better than what she was about to eat. She tossed her bland "burger" in the bin and plodded downstairs.

She grinned awkwardly as she shuffled past the long line of her workmates at the hot dog stand, and arrived at the food truck window.

A tall woman turned and smiled down at her. "Hey there." Laura gasped softly, she was stunning; as beaming with ripe vitality as the luscious greens littering the van’s insides. The words "Veggie-Powered" warped slightly over her ample bosoms. She held up her tongs in wait with one hand on her hip. "What can I getcha?" Laura stammered and quickly tried to absorb the menu.

"The er... Super Spinach Deluxe, please." She kept her voice low, knowing her colleagues in the other line were within earshot.

"Mmmm, my favourite." In moments, a box bulging with leafy greens was in her hands. Laura was so starving she popped it open and started eating as she offered her bank card.

At the first mouthful, she paused. She even stood slightly more upright. "It's ... good! Like actually good!" she huffed in muffled astonishment. Was this what she had been missing? She stuffed more of the leaves into her mouth, as if to make sure it wasn't a fluke, and soon her soft swoons were mingled with the crunching leaves in her mouth. It was like 10 coffee shots at once. The leaves tingled on her tongue and a small, tititaling knot of heart-pumping energy swelled in her chest as it went down. Her cheeks flushed hot. Her cheeks grew brighter as realised her nipples were suddenly rock hard.

"It's about time us herbivores got a fair deal, am I right?" the server called out to her. Laura quietly checked her decency, even in her thick turtleneck. Laura turned around with wide eyes. Holding the box tight to her chest to hide her bullet nipples.

"This is amazing." Laura replied, her mouth still full and her body glowing; Laura looked up in reverence at the young woman, her posture erect and braced by a sudden rush of confidence she hadn’t felt in months, maybe longer. The woman smiled perceptively, with a playfully cocked eyebrow. Laura blushed harder, she must have been red as a beet, but the way the woman looked at her, almost proudly, made Laura feel like she knew exactly how she was feeling.

In the absence of a line and suddenly bubbling with energy. Laura asked "Can I get some more - to go?" Her hands clasped around her empty polystyrene box hopefully, as if she would be denied. The woman smiled warmly. "Sure."

Laura watched her closely as she prepared the meals. Over and over she was drawn to her toned, lively arms. The sinews in her forearms rippled every squeeze of her tongs; a big knot swelled by her elbow and disappeared all too quickly. Then she ogled the way her shirt clung around her curves and stayed perfectly stuffed into her jeans. The denim hugged a full pair of hips above long legs. Her dream body, giving her actually decent food - who was this angel? Laura’s quietly weakened at the fleeting idea at the idea of this woman feeding her the secret to her heavenly shape - and in time - with enough boxes, she would watch her transform as the weeks passed.

"Ready!” the woman chirped. Laura gently balanced the stack of 3 boxes against her chest. She dug her chin down on top and the woman's smile widened. "I put a lil' extra love in there for you." she winked and clicked her tongs. Laura walked back to her office and sprung up the stairs faster than she had in her whole life. Her legs were tireless. Every step up the 5th floor felt like the first. Without the stack of boxes, she would have bound up 3 at a time. The rest of the day was a giddy blur.

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After work and back at home, Laura felt another wash of relief as she carefully stacked the boxes in her fridge. For the first time in weeks, dinner was no longer a dread-inducing challenge to concoct something palatable.

Already peckish, Laura opened the first box. As the lid squeaked up, Laura saw a note inside.

"If you liked what you tasted at lunch, I think you’ll love these x”

She peered between the 2ns and 3rd box in the stack and spotted something. A t-shirt folded up small with a newly-printed smell and "Veggie Power" in big red letters down the front. It was the same as the girl's, only twice the size. The label read "XL". Laura felt a little barb of embarrassment; she must have sized her up.   

Rather than make her crest fall, if anything, Laura’s chest swelled with an indignant determination. “Thanks, but, it’s a little too big for me” she muttered at the garment in her hands, picturing herself handing it back with her own set of toned, strong arms. She put it aside and shoved the leaves into her mouth. The spinach's coppery taste hit her tongue and then it seemed to melt in her mouth, oozing across her tongue and then tingling down her throat. All was quickly forgiven. She swooned and drew in a long breath. It was like another triple coffee shot. Her heart began to pump harder. Her cheeks warmed. She took another mouthful and the sensation re-doubled again.

Home alone, she let herself hiss loudly in through her nostrils as she chewed, then she smacked with her mouth open as thumping chest demanded more breath. She blushed again as she saw her bullet nipples poking into the wool. Her crotch warming and in the privacy of her apartment, Laura pushed more leaves in her mouth, eager to see how high the sensation could go.


She squirmed as what felt like a gust of wind rushed through her. Her back arched, and a strange, numbing lightness lifted her whole body and her chest swelled outwards with her eyelids fluttering. And her heart - her heart just wouldn't stop pounding.

She sucked down a breath and her bust tested her sweater further. At the same time, her jeans creaked with relief. Laura squeaked in surprise as the hem of her jeans gently sagged away from the little paunch of her stomach. The denim then slid slowly down her thighs. She felt the cuffs piling up around her ankles, stopping only when she snatched the hem with her trembling hand. "Holy shit - holy shit." she gasped, her lips parted, grasping her midriff and watching the soft roll of her stomach sink further. "Whu - what's happening?"

She could feel her skin tightening, peeling back and clinging tighter around her with every wild heartbeat. The compression wrapped around her midriff, then squeezed her like a corset. Laura bit her fingers to stop herself moaning in ecstasy as the seizing squeeze forced her torso into a tighter hourglass. Wave after wave this alien pleasure and pressure washed over her, each one injecting her with a thrilling energy that she had to moan to satiate. Her back, hunched from self-conscious slouching, straightened with bursting confidence, every vertebra popping and flexing in perfect alignment.

Laura clutched at her breast and hugged her other arm around her sides. Her bra cups were just as full, but the touch of her midriff becoming a smooth slope to her crotch, getting taut and firm even as she panted desperately, made her tremble in disbelief and arousal.

Her woolly turtleneck, which normally worked so hard to squeeze her into a womanly figure, began melting into a shapeless sheet over her shuddering torso.

One baggy sleeve slid up her forearm as she held onto her tit. Laura squirmed harder at the sight of thick veins shooting down her forearms. Her pale skin was pulled tight, and in the sensual sucking, she couldn’t tell if her arm was shrinking or her muscles were growing. She ogled them with her tooth deep in her bottom lip. Lines, tone - a clear pipe of lean muscle appeared in her arms. All the unsung strength she'd acquired over years to carry her plump body was now revealed, leaving behind creases, lumps and bumps swelling under taut skin. 

She grabbed her hips - they were hard. No more doughy handles, only the hard ridge of her pelvis fitted her clutching hands. She yelped in delight as another ripple of body-tightening pleasure groped her, squeezing her skinny. She welcomed each one in giddy delight. Letting her hips roll and back arch sensually - doing what she'd always desired with a sexy, tight little body.

Laura bathed in the thrilling sensation until it eased and her inhibitions were freed from the erotic assault on her body. She caught her breath, panting in disbelief. She pinched the sweat from her upper lip and swept her long auburn locks from her cheeks. ‘What the hell just happened?’ Laura grabbed her phone to inspect herself. Her chest drove towards the camera as she gasped.

Laura clutched at her face. Her fingers landed on a sleek, taut jaw. She double, tripled checked it wasn't a filter, but her trembling fingers probed and pulled at the glowing skin in her softly sunken cheeks and over chiselled, supermodel cheekbones. She withered at her own dimples when she grinned - her goddess-like new jawline sharpening as her gleeful grin spread. Her lips stretched further when she realised her breasts had been spared. The chiselled angles of her face made her cleavage look even more sumptuously rounded. Coupled with a shining mane of auburn hair - the sight of herself hit her with startling pangs of arousal that sent her hands to her crotch.

She swooned again as her fingers slid freely past the sagging, baggy waistband of her jeans. The plump roll had melted away and left her midriff a long smooth slide down to her tulip hips. "Ugh fuck.." Laura's hand slid freely down her silk panties under her jeans, meeting the heat between her thighs. Intoxicated, she used her hand to make herself shudder and squirm as she watched herself react gorgeously, even in her most guttural, spasming moans.

"Oh my god. I'm so -- hot." she sighed as she angled the camera and drank in her heavenly hourglass frame. Now more than ever she wanted to don that XL shirt and flaunt her new body to the girl. Overheating inside her thick sweater, she peeled it off and tossed it to the floor.

She practically climbed inside the “Veggie Powered” t-shirt. She giggled as her perky tits were the only real curves visible as it draped over her body. The hem hung far in front of and below her crotch, and with her hair dishevelled and her chest still pumping a little, she was keen to capture the ‘just shagged’ perfection of this moment. She threw herself on her back on her couch and snapped selfies.

She snatched the shirt at her lower back and made it hug her new curves. She quivered at the sight of her big bust and eclipsing the width of her cinched new waist.

But yet, even with her tightest twists, it still didn’t fit her quite as deliciously as it had on the girl’s. Surely she knew the secret as well, is this how she got her body? The idea of strutting back to the food truck, her own body matching hers for hip-rocking, hourglass shape and sensuality, and the 2 other full boxes sitting in her kitchen, made her heart leap in her chest. She vaulted off the couch and into the kitchen. Laura was gurgling with devious glee as she wrenched the fridge doors open, slamming them on the walls with her new strength, and she grabbed another box. 

The fork stayed on the counter. She grabbed leaves by the handful and pushed a fistful into her throat. She hurried back to the couch with her phone recording and watching herself munch intently in the camera. Her hand trembled as she swallowed. Her eyes widened as her nipples poked even through her bra. Tilting the camera down, she unbuttoned her jeans and let the edges peel open. She giggled and gasped in panic as succulent gasp ordered her back straight again, her grip slipped and her jeans grew tight again around her thighs.

With a shudder that clenched her jaw and bent her knees, she felt the peculiar sensation of her strong thigh muscles squeezing around her bones. She grunted anxiously as they flexed and clenched feverishly of their own accord. A rising, boiling heat rose in both legs and burrowed deep into her crotch. Her hands clutched at her pussy in response. A moment later, with a mind-wiping shudder of pleasure, the space between her thighs creaked shut and forced her hand deeper.

A trace of fear gripped her. She wasn’t getting any skinnier. Was she getting bigger?

Wrenched again into a back-arching pose, she slid her fingers into her pussy to almost take refuge from her expanding thighs. The print of her knuckle and fingers over her cunt pressed into the creaking denim as her jeans suddenly bulged with large, muscular shapes.

"Oh shit I'm squir - ugh!" Laura felt her pussy squeeze around her fingers. Her hips jerked again and her midriff crunched, she felt a sumptuous glowing hot ache burn in her midriff and suddenly it pulled her upper body higher and higher. With another startling shudder, thick veins raced out of her sleeves and poured down her arms. Her knuckles glowed white around her phone as her forearms swelled with thick sinews. The pump rolled up her arm, before, with an elbow-jerking, vision-blurring thump, she watched her skin stretch and a thick pipe of bicep inflate inside it.

Laura gagged silently as she felt the same sensation thumping into her fingers clamped in her pussy. With every pulse, her biceps and triceps creaked bigger. Her kinked fingers fired her bulging bicep and kept the vein across it thick and squirming. She bit her lip as her juices started to drip down her wrist and clenching ass cheeks. Her suddenly surging strength made her finger herself harder and deeper. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her lips were parted in a silent scream of ecstasy. Her throat snatched fitfully as her shoulder muscles inflated inside her sleeves and capped balls pushed her deltoids into new, heroically muscular proportions.

Her midriff snatched and kneaded shaking moans from her pumping diaphragm. The tight knots biting down her abdomen squeezed harder to keep her crunched, fighting against her shoulder blades being hoisted back by invisible reigns. Laura felt blood rushing to parts of her she’d never felt, gurgling with arousal as it made them swell with fullness and tightness. The sensation, in tandem with her shaking, spurting pussy, made her eyes roll back and the room heavy with her carnal gasps. She didn't know what was happening but she never wanted it to stop.

Minutes, and a life-changing orgasm, passed, before finally, the stroke of her fingers stopped making her new muscles fire and snatch and bulge with skin-splitting pleasure. The desperate effort and panic bled out of her grunts, leaving a devious, shameless, growling that was purely her own.

Her auburn locks splayed across in her face, she finally slid her fingers out of herself to brush it aside, shivering as she did.

She cursed and gasped over and over. Still anxious about what had happened to her Baywatch frame, clutching and lifting up one of her tits to look down at her body. "Ugh, ohmygod." Laura whimpered at what she saw.

Her quads had exploded with definition in their leggings. Hunks bigger than her kneecaps bulged at the ends of her thighs into a freshly-risen teardrop that refused to recede no matter how she twisted her legs.

She lifted up her legs - she swooned as her whole midriff snatched and hoisted her ankles effortlessly towards the ceiling. The big blocks bit harder as she crunched forward to grab her jeans and peeled them down her legs. Her shoulders and arms bristled as she tugged, but the denim was stuck before the rising swell of the teardrops by her knees. She'd had problem with denim before, but not like this. She burst out into dazed giggles.

Through the banana-peeled opening below her glistening crotch, with the gentlest flex in her thighs, a complex wave of cords and thick hunks rippled to attention. They bulged and thickened as they washed up against her tight, athletic crotch, swelling and lapping at her darkened panties with keen mass.

Laura lifted her shirt and whimpered as she revealed brick after brick paving her midriff. Her skin rippled through the grooves between them like silk. With gentle twists, she watched her obliques shimmer and contain her 8-pack in the tapered sleeve of her midriff. "Fuck - wow" she squeaked as she rubbed her palm up and down the washboard of her abs. She swooned again at how her delt balled up when she leant on her elbow, her eyes tracing its ribbed sphere edges. Only her still hefty breasts eclipsed them for volume, she noted, as she drank in her new body.

She swooned even harder as she looked at herself in her phone and poured off the screen with her new muscular, stage-ready body. This was beyond toned. She was built. Her flaring upper body mimicked the plunging V-shape of her panties in how she flowered from her half-removed jeans.

Her physique model body now forced its own designs onto the shirt. Tightly wrapped cannonballs strained the seams in her shoulders, and the fabric was kept taut by newly rising slopes of traps running up to her neck. There was even a thick lining along her collarbone, strong enough to make her tits jerk playfully in her shirt, and bunching up her muscles into warm, sucking knots was so addictive.

Laura titled her recording phone camera to frame up her torso and lower body - she snatched her shirt at her lower back once more and pursed lips - making the most outrageously erotic pose she could  - she flexed everything at once. The “Veggie Power” lettering stretched and warped as she tapped the shutter over and over - one of them had to be in focus. The pinched vein on her bicep grew fat and began to branch down her forearm. She pulled back on the shirt harder and four squares printed into the fabric. “Yes - yes” Laura quaked, her tooth snagged in her lip. She clenched her pecs harder and made her tits and lower back lift in harmony.

Years of thick, hard muscle were now baked into her frame. Seeing such a body  - her body - squirm into the cushions - the moment Laura titled the camera up and she spotted her own face atop it, she came uncontrollably. She let the feverishly orgasmic release rush through her; groping her and triggering her muscles and making her body pop and flex in different places all over. The pleasure drew her knees up and made her abs print harder into the shirt as she humped the air.

Gasping and sweat-misted, Laura finally ended the video when the blissful pleasure subsided.

She drunkenly wandered back to the kitchen and checked the fridge, just to be sure it really was over. There was one final note at the bottom of the 3rd empty box.

"I'm here all weekend. Stop by and let me know what you think x" Laura's heart throbbed.

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Laura hardly slept. Not least because of her excitement to visit the food truck, but restless, invigorating energy boiled up in her over and over, bringing her back to her reflections in the mirror to ogle herself in XL outfits that now hugged her body and flaunted her Amazonian figure. She finally collapsed into a deep sleep after worshipping her reflection to orgasm for the dozenth time. At the first tweet of morning birdsong, however, Laura leapt from her bed.

Laura pulled her green turtleneck over her wide torso and stuffed it into her high waist jeans. Now it was tested in entirely new ways, as she tucked it in, adoring the taut, sloping wedge it now made of her big upper body. She daren’t shrug too hard to raise her arms above her head for fear of pulling it out. She settled into its pleasing, sensually tight cling and headed to the front door.

Even Laura's gait felt longer as she strode towards the centre of town. She arrived in record time. Her heart raced as she strutted closer to the bright green truck. Laura watched the girl sip a gasp of surprise as Laura approached the window, stifling it quickly with her tooth in her lip.

"Hey, I got your note" Laura purred coolly, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed and her fists quietly making her biceps thicken. Laura's crotch ached as she realised the truck window was lower than it had been yesterday. At her new height, the girl and her were nearly eye-to-smouldering-eye. Laura let her eyes roll over her brawny curves, she couldn't help her tongue stroking across her bottom lip as she felt adored.

"And? What did you think? the girl leaned forward and whispered. Laura eyelashes batted as her eyes flicked down at her exquisitely strong body. “You want some more?”

[Wookey]

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[kasper16085]

As always...incredible work! I'm so happy your stories are making a comeback!!

[phil123]

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[Jaguar]

Amazing descriptions, a real demonstration of how words and details can make something fantastic real !

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Incredible Transformations #3 - The Mask of Huli Jing

"Aaand this my intrepid explorers, is the very last exhibit in our gallery." Jeni's ear pricked up at the words. She checked her watch, the guide was right on cue, like always. She bridled her belt, hoisting up the radio, cuffs and her other security guard garb and strolled as casually as she could towards the glass case placed on a marble plinth in the centre of the room.

The museum guide, only a few years graduated herself, smiled at Jeni as she drifted backwards, still facing the group. A few members of the incoming tour group made eye contact with her, if anything it only heightening their anticipation as they shuffled towards the artefact, unlocking their phones, and readying their cameras in advance. 

"The Mask of Huli Jing" the guide announced with reverence. Jeni propped herself against a nearby column and looked on at the prized piece she knew intimately well. It was a fairly rudimentary object. Wooden, connected down between the eyes by a centimetre of metal from the forehead to just above the oval mouth-opening. It seemed to have depth for only the flattest of faces, but despite its age, was in impeccable condition, with a glossy sheen to the ancient wood. There was a murmur of wonderment from the group, before they all crowded around it and out of Jeni’s sight. The collecting bending over of the small mob made the guide rise taller above them. The guide looked over at Jeni again, her fingertips placed lightly together as she continued.

"The legend goes that Huli Jing, in Chinese mythology, were shape-shifting spirits, wielding the power to transform into beautiful women, often doing so to seduce men or carry out missions ordered by the divine. Some say they lived for centuries, and as they aged, became only more and more powerful in their abilities to transform themselves.” Though Jeni stayed with her thumbs hooked in her belt and with practised aloofness on her face, the words always made her heart beat a little faster. Finally, the guide shifted her gaze and turned back to her audience. “This mask was unearthed in the 1970s but is believed to date back to around 1500BCE." Another impressed ripple went through the crowd.

One tourist tapped the glass case with their phone while taking a picture. Jeni had to resist the urge to bark at them. She felt protective of it. Thank god it was a national holiday today. That meant closing early, and she'd volunteered for one of the least popular security night-shifts of the year. She felt her pocket. Her fingers ran over a giant tangle of keys hanging from her hip. She couldn't stop herself lightly chewing on her bottom lip as she did. 

A long 45 minutes later, Jeni's heart pumped in time with her colleague's departing footsteps. The museum was empty and echoey. Every chamber had been checked. The guide was the last one out the door. Every single step she took towards the door made her body coil tighter.

They watched each other from across the long-polished corridor. The tall slender girl paused at the exit, offered a caring, lingering wave, and slipped through the door.

Jeni waved back with her fingers from above her hip. Pretending to be sorry to see her go and resigning herself for a long, lonely night.

When the door swung shut behind her, a powerful shiver of relief rippled through Jeni. She waited a few beats more - alright - she was really gone. She breathed in and let her ears ring in the museums’ blissful emptiness. 

Then she spun herself in her chair over the bank of security monitors and gazed at the ancient mask display wing in the dark edges of the museum. She stuck in a USB drive and her fingers rattled over the keys. She peeked over her shoulder, like she always did. The camera's blinked - then popped back to the same images of the same vacant grand halls. Her head turned to one monitor. There it was. Sitting helplessly in its little glass case.

A jittery wave of energy made her thrust up from her chair and start towards the mask wing. Carrying her heavy flashlight in her slick palm, the echoes of her booted footsteps reverberated back into her tingling body. She wiped her hand on her leg before fingering the steering wheel sized keychain around her waist. She swore her heart doubled in size when she slid her keys into the mask case lock and twisted it open.

She glanced up at the camera in the ceiling corner. She turned her hips to ensure a full view of her slender frame and reached up to her top button. Holding her gaze at the lens, she unpicked each button of her light blue shirt. She then unclipped her heavy belt, hooked her thumbs around her jeans and wiggled all them down her hips and thighs. She tore open the velcro on her big boots and soon stood in her matching white sports bra and spandex micro shorts.

She carefully tapped in the security deactivation code and a second shielding pane of glass hissed and slipped open. Jeni swept back her brown hair and reached inside with both hands.

Jeni's fingers trembled and cradled around the mask. She let out a soft sigh as her fingers met the smooth wood. She tilted and turned it delicately, like a loaded weapon, keeping her fingers on its front surface.

Turning it over and inspecting the smooth inside seemed to suck the shaking breath from her. Her chest heaved softly against her stretchy bra. Already it seemed to draw her posture upright. She bit her lip and steadied her knees.

She’d been getting better at this. This time she would concentrate for longer - make the visions in her mind sharper. She'd strived to memorise every detail of her desire over the last weeks. She thought of the guide’s words. How their power grew with time. She was ready. This time would be utterly, orgasmically perfect.

She let her lips fall apart, matching them with the openings. She drew it to her face - she inhaled deeply at the sweet, familiar scent. The aching knot in her chest and between her legs was unbearable. Her breaths trembled into it - she'd been yearning for this all day - all year. She moaned softly as she pressed the mask into her face.

Immediately, her body clenched and stiffened. Her chest puffed and swelled with a delirious gasp and her fingers slipped across the mask and raked into her hair. The mask came alive, it turned to viscous liquid that sucked on her face and conformed to its contours. With an earthy creak, it wrapped around the back of her skull, leaving only a trembling ponytail quivering between her shoulder blades. Jeni whimpered anxiously as her cheeks became wet with her gasps. The sound suddenly became muffled as the mask melted over her eyes and ears, sealing her with her pounding heartbeat and desperately excited moans and her imagination. Suddenly, with a tangible throb in her temples, a whirlwind of visions filled her mind. Each one was of her most secret desires. Women. Strong women. In a second she dreamed of a thousand muscular female bodies in every conceivable size, pose, outfit and position. Her mind was swamped with unbridled lust. Her knees became weak. The sensual assault was orgasmic havoc. She was barrel rolling towards a buckling orgasm in mere seconds. Jeni gasped and moaned, buying herself a few precious seconds.

'Come on - focus', she managed to form a thought. She physically felt her head pounding as the flurry of images began to refine. The figure of one woman repeated, then remained and Jeni summoned her into sharper clarity: the beautiful powerful woman she had so carefully memorised. A model from one of her favourite websites. Posing in her walk-in closet. Enhanced. Brazilian. Younger than her, God. Jeni blindly clutched at her breasts and crotch. Her veins, striations, volume, Jeni envisioned each detail until it was so vivid it was as though she was standing before her, flaunting her bristling, bodybuilder physique. Jeni focused harder on her impossibly bursting thighs. How her calf muscles brushed when she drew her feet together.

Suddenly, the mask creaked and squeezed around her skull. A triumphant, muffled moan rang out into the empty museum as Jeni's thighs flexed and locked.

A throbbing pump poured down both of her thighs like paint. Her sweaty feet slipped on the marble floor and her toes and knees twisted outwards. In her mind, the model proudly presented one muscular quad forward.

"Ugh!" Jeni's right leg clenched, and she felt her skin stretch. Thick, separated heads of quad muscle punched outwards above Jeni’s buckling knees. Her other leg almost collapsed before inflating with the same volume. She clasped her hard legs and her thighs nudged larger. The mask held its grip; her muscles increased with every pulse into a more perfect match. When her knees finally snapped straight, her sweaty, defined, bodybuilder quads and calves slapped together - every bit as identically perfect as the girl she was dreaming of. "Mfffff - yes!"

Jeni cursed with elation. That was the fastest, the best she'd ever done it.

She wanted to give in and let the orgasm erupt and carry her away, but she clung on. She walked her mental picture up the flaring X-frame body of her dream woman, picturing 8 fist-like blocks printed into the pink workout one-piece clinging to her. Lats like wings yawned out of her sides and dropped out below her armpits to pull her muscle-packed waist into a tapered corset of muscle. The effect was even more meltingly arousing with her muscular glutes blowing up her waist.

Jeni's spandex shorts suddenly seemed to leap up and squeeze around her crotch. Her lower back kinked, the blooming pleasure erupted in her ass and she felt her skin and shorts straining. Their rising power made her hips rock. Her mind connected and clenched one swelling hunk of glute, then the other. She moaned into the mask feeling her outfit sink into her crack and the shallow lips of her pussy.

With another skull-sucking grope, her narrow shoulders opened as she felt her bra straps dig into her traps. She welcomed the tightening pump flooding her back, then growled in ecstasy as her shoulder blades suddenly shrugged wider apart. She was locked in the pose as her muscles hungrily expanded.

The sides of her sports bra warped as her lats rushed up and drove outwards. The thick ridges of muscles began to warp and curve, and her elbows swung forwards. Jeni's tooth stayed buried in her lip as her vision blurred and her frame stretched to bodybuilder size in a long shuddering creak. Even as big blocky abs thumped out of her midriff and walked up her pumping abdomen, she could only grunt helplessly as she ascended into a heroic V-shape. This was it. This was the one.

Her straining bra flattened her bust. The deep, rippling pages of the woman's pecs inflated like baked bread in her mind's eye, and then Jeni’s own breasts twitched. The pressure of their squeeze was phenomenal. Blinded in the mask, she felt the bear-hug of her thickening pecs enveloping her. Her fists slid off her hips and her wrists crossed over. The shallow slabs of her muscular chest bulged into the sides of her arms. Jeni's mind made the girl's pecs clench and visibly roll up to her collarbone. She felt the push down on her own ribs as her body responded in kind. She pictured their seashell ripples and flaring nipples. Then her own punched into the fabric of her packed sports bra.

The garment received little reprieve as her traps ripened and rose. They pulled her bra straps into taut, rippled bridges. Jeni's chin tilted towards the ceiling as they rolled up the back of her neck. In her muffled, mask-sealed head, she added a few more CC's of mass to each one. Jeni heard the creaking in her head and her grin spread into an impish grin. This power, this control.

A nourished, carnal growl poured from her mask as she made her shoulders capped and wide. Then another as they inflated with volume into creaking spheres. She drew up her fists and focused her mind on her biceps. Her body juddered as her knuckles were pushed away from her shining delts by her expanding biceps. They bloomed and split and were quickly wider than her forearms. Thick lightning veins spread down her forearms at her will. "Ugh - so close!" her mind cried before she clutched to focus and forced her triceps to punch and pack even more girth into her sumptuously muscular arms.

Her crotch pulsed with incredible gropes of arousal. She could feel every twitching, flexing muscle fibre of her fantasy woman on her own body. When Jeni made her flex, her muscles rose and spread with the same volume. She was so close. There was only one thing left to test.

Her mind ran over every thread of the girl's skimpy workout suit. Thick shoulder straps, an open back, a generous helping of cleavage with extremely short leggings, and a perfect pink seal around her powerful ass.

Jeni saw every ripple. How it barely managed to contain muscular physique, how it almost deliberately allowed her to spill out of it in places. She thought of the compression, the smooth fabric over her pussy and between her glutes. Its coping stretch, its lightness only weighted by the sheen of sweat coating her big body.

"Come on - yes!"

Like cool hands wrapping around her, a squeezing sleeve ran up her midriff. She felt the fabric slide between every block of her abs. The straps of her bra seemed to widen and spread down her traps, bunching gently at the nook where her big shoulders burst with fullness.

Like her shorts were being hoisted, the tight grip nuzzled between her thighs and cradled her backside. Jeni's mind and body were in harmony. She grabbed her ass, and with another thought the workout suit slid deeper and the underside of her ripe glutes were revealed.
This was it. Total control. The power of Huli. Her every muscle throbbed and tested her new body-hugging outfit, threatening to slip in all the same spots. She’d never felt such control, such command. She easily turned her mind to one final flourishing detail.

Her scalp started to tingle. The back of her mask creaked as her hair grew in thick, voluminous tangles. Blonde hair started to spill through the seal like tree roots and cascaded down her back and shoulders. With another body squirm its colour took on a platinum sheen. Her dark brown hair burned away as a gleaming blonde rushed into every tip, a small pile gathering at the shelf of her glutes.

"Huh - huh - god yes! I did it! It's ... it's real!" she moaned incredulously with her arms outstretched. If anything, the racy outfit made her feel more naked. Still blinded, the sensitivity of her pumped up body was positively intoxicating. She felt every bead of sweat that dripped down her quivering thighs and trickled along fat veins. Jeni flexed and stretched her back and purred as she poured over the sides of her hot pink gym wear. It only goaded her to make herself punch out of her as hard as she could. She flared her lats with her hands on her hips and felt the cool air in their sheets like a sail.

Her fingers reached up under her chin and pulled. The mask creaked and held tight. Jeni employed her powerful bicep, and then slipped over her jaw before she wrenched it off over her nose and eyes.

The lights were blinding even through her eyelids. At last, the possessed tightness coiled up in her muscles eased. The fiery ache in her every limb flushed away and left only a deliciously skin-testing pump. She felt the rubbery mask harden in her hand.

She peeked one eye open. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. Sweat and spandex drifted in. She licked her plump lips; the taste of the mask was still on her lips. She pushed her tongue out further to wet all of her thick new lips.

A shelf of pec, a crease as clear and long as the one between the marble tiles on the museum floor, greeted her. Jeni gasped and it bloomed up towards her incredulous face, hoisting her outfit between her thighs as it did. Strands of bright blonde draped into her peripheral vision, and she squeaked in delight once more. She peered forwards over her broad, cushiony pecs and still couldn't see her feet thanks to her muscular quads. The gleaming tiles allowed her to widen her stance and look up at deliciously thick butt in

Jeni twisted and flexed her lower body until the leggings were pushed up around her gently throbbing hips. It took all her willpower not to dive both hands under her skimpy outfit. It was perfect in every detail. She quivered in awe, unsure of what to ogle and flex next. She'd never been so big. She'd never gotten this far. She'd never been able to withstand the growth before it was too much to bear. It had felt impossible, until it wasn’t. Now mastered, the possibilities seemed so endless and exciting she quivered and squealed with glee.

Jeni turned and looked up at the camera on the ceiling. "Beat ‘ya to it, Doc." she winked and flexed for the camera.

She held the mask before her once more. Its magnetic pull was even stronger now. She knew she could handle it. Her big muscles tightened so persuasively. The thought of transforming into another one of her favourite heavyweights, all while having another orgasm wrung out of her made her giggle drunkenly.

"Who’s next?" she whispered, chewing her bottom lip. The corner of her lips flickered with an idea, and she pressed the mask hard onto her face again.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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