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Poster Girl
Written & edited by Amnoartist
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"Perfect, Naomi, perfect!" Quincey couldn't stop himself from grinning at the raw beauty and power his powerhouse client exuded naturally, practically champing at the bit to have her strike pose after pose, which the blonde would beyond doubt be willing to perform. Turning sideways, she pulled into a side chest pose showing off all the intricate splits and ripples her physique boasted, her pink sports bra tight and strained. "Great job with the chest today! You're really making those pecs ripple!"

Naomi chuckled, making it a point to actually flex her chest this time, bolstered with a smile that showcased her pearly-white teeth. Behind her was the cut-out of her for Calibre, the most advanced protein developed to-date she represented wholeheartedly. Not only that, she was also the original guinea pig for the product during the test trials. Before Calibre went into mass production earlier in the month, Naomi was a four-hundred-pound blob of fat who pretty much nobody wanted to be associated with save for her family. When the company behind Calibre announced it was looking for volunteers in its testing, Naomi put morals and personal safety aside for the opportunity to be different.

"Okay, now I want you to take the tub of Calibre..." Quincey gestured off-camera to Naomi's agent, Katherine, a forty-something-year-old brunette who'd stuck by her through thick and thin, from the moment society laughed at the idea of Naomi losing her weight in a supposed record time owing to Calibre's innovatory attributes, to when she became world-famous practically overnight. Katherine offered the babelicious blonde the tub of protein off-camera. "...and crush it in your grip! Show off that strength of yours, girl!"

Naomi wasn't so sure that was a good idea; it seemed like a waste of all that good protein, to be honest. The idea of asking Quincey if it would be better to chug the powder instead, but decided against it. Even so, she was due to do a couple of strength feat photos anyway.

"Okay."

Quincey adjusted the depth of field on his camera so that the next shot he took would focus primarily on the tub of Calibre, all while making sure he still managed to show off Naomi's insane forearm veins thick as sausages. The girl was yet to have her first workout of the day, the effects of Calibre in her system alone were powerful enough to give her the pumped look, energy constantly channelling through her.

Quincey lined up his shot and gave Naomi the go-ahead with the feat. Naomi knew there wouldn't be much effort applied to the undertaking she was about to perform, but it was what people wanted to see and she always liked to please her fans. The container started hissing like a snake in the grass the moment she gripped it with minimal strength, wanting to pace herself - if she clenched too hard at the start, the contents would burst out and spill too soon for anyone to properly enjoy the display. Quincey's camera flashed and clicked in sync with every noticeable crack that formed around the tub's shell until the familiar sandy powder started to faintly spill out onto the floor.

"Lovely job. You're a natural at this, babe!" Repositioning so the entirety of her arm came into view of Quincey's camera lens, Naomi started working the tub of protein like a dumbbell, given it was easily heavy enough to double as one. At this point the crack had widened, allowing yet more of the powder to spill out and cover Naomi's manicured nails. The tub's pressure mounting, it was no wonder Quincey felt a little tingly at the crotch, almost like the tub acted as a euphemism for his building arousal. So abruptly blowing his load all over his jeans and underwear shouldn't have come as a surprise to him when the tub quite literally exploded in Naomi's grip, leaving nothing but warped strips of black plastic strewn across the floor, veins rising and converging to the peak of her arm.

Quincey's unfortunate mishap was so overpowering that he knocked his camera's tripod over, startling Naomi and irritating Katherine.

"Okay, I think we're done here for today." Katherine would've opted for harsher words against Quincey's recklessness if it weren't for the fact he helped Naomi gain such a social standing. Sure, she had Inst@gram and Facebook, both of which were carefully managed by Katherine, but Quincey opened the doors to so many other opportunities besides photo shoots, like interviews and meeting celebrities. They were all too fascinating to pass up, but it was Katherine's job to keep Naomi grounded and not get ahead of herself.

"What's the rest of today's schedule like?" Naomi watched Quincey clumsily reattach his camera to the tripod whilst trying to hide the sizable dark patch in his jeans. Naomi was far from the vain or self-centred type, owing to her previous lifestyle, but she couldn't stop herself from laughing even just a little bit at Quincey. It was a little adorable actually.

"You're free, actually, but do have a few outstanding invitations and offers that need attending to." Katherine opened a logbook dedicated to Naomi's daily schedule, ranging from social meetings to conferences with The Company, to workout times and dedicating a bit of time for posing practice and measurements check-ups. What with all the frenzy surrounding her new celebrity lifestyle, Naomi found scarcely any time to visit her family, which was a pain that gnawed at her from the inside. We've got that interview with Felix Leboux, the invitation to that date with Xander and the shared workout with Penny."

Naomi had to think carefully about the options presented to her. Xander was a good guy who'd been perfectly patient with her for a few weeks now, but her scheduling was just too tight to properly fit a date in; Penny was Naomi's first client after her Calibre transformation, who had been champing at the bit to get her hands on some of the protein before it went on sale; and the interview with Felix would probably help open the doors for more opportunities than Quincey, but he was a bit of a perv.

"What about that guest appearance at the Olympia? Is that still available?" Naomi asked, watching Katherine cross 'Calibre Promotional Photo Shoot' off the day's schedule.

"That expired earlier in the week. They got Julia Hardstock instead." Katherine could tell from the ensuing silence alone that Naomi was pretty bothered by the news since she'd always hoped to be on the stage at least once after her transformation. Fitting it into her air-tight timetable was the insufferable problem. Katherine hated seeing Naomi despondent, so made sure to counter with a bit of good news. "They'll let us know in advance if any new opportunities pop up though."

Naomi smiled, her spirits lifted.

"So what's it going to be? The interview, date or workout?"

///

It wasn't until several hours later Naomi found some time to herself, chatting with Penny during her scheduled Skype chat, whose conditioning was starting to appear more distinct; shredded, vascular and dry as a bone, although some fluff still had to be cut, not to mention her posing still needed work.

Naomi's home was a swanky penthouse with a glass roof perfect for starlit nights, with an en-suite Jacuzzi and crystal chandelier. It was unfortunate she never had her old school friends over much for a social call since most of her time was now taken visiting her new buddies - the ones who practically fawned over her new body or were secretly jealous of it.

Naomi laid on her bed in nothing but a pair of panties, a bra and socks, all frilly, letting her muscles breathe and relax properly for what had to be the first time that day, observing Penny through her laptop screen performing various bodybuilding poses. A lot of work had to be put into the blonde before she could even be considered stage-ready. For one thing, Penny still had the odd cheat-meal here and there, which wasn't exactly a criminal offence in the world of bodybuilding, but ever since her transformation, Naomi was paranoid about what she ate, so it came as no surprise that she laid there with a tub of boiled chicken.

"No, no. Lower your shoulders a bit, you're too tense." Naomi chuckled, finding humour in Penny's lack in striking a pose properly. Only she could go from looking too tense to not tense enough and still be able to make someone smile.

Grumbling incoherently, she relaxed, her blonde ponytail swishing to and fro against her expertly sculpted back. There was a sense of contradiction to all this. Despite having the physicality of a Miss Olympia champion, Penny was a total amateur to the gruelling sport. It was only through the obsessive training and dieting regimen Naomi created that Penny grew twice as large over the space of a month. And this was all without any usage of Calibre.

"That's it!" Naomi continued to observe her client's rear, from bullish neck to heart-shaped calves, meticulously scrutinizing every throbbing inch she had to offer, even the hotpants- stretching glutes. Arousal shouldn't have come as a surprise to Naomi but it did, rising fervently from her crotch. Penny was perfect even as a blatant amateur—but the integrity of Naomi's professionalism had to be maintained. Besides, having sex with a client probably wasn't a good idea, not to mention The Company probably didn't like the idea of publicity coming from it all.

"You know this would be so much easier for me if I had some Calibre." Penny zoned-out from her posing routine to give Naomi some 'real talk.' Penny bringing up Calibre was pretty much a staple in the girls' conversations ever since they first met. At first, it started off as casual small-talk, with her asking how exactly Naomi was selected to take part in the testing program in the first place, to how soon she started noticing physical changes, which, truthfully, was the same day she started working out with the protein as part of her diet. Now, though, the conversations about Calibre became more significant, which Naomi had no trouble with. "If I'm making gains this quick thanks to you without the stuff, imagine me after a month of chugging it!"

"Bodybuilding's not just about the gains though. Remember, it's the symmetry and shape of one's body that matters, not how big they are." Naomi watched Penny plonk onto her desk chair unceremoniously, each delicate breath forcing her slabs of pectoral tissue outwards further and further, encrusted with delicate and cute veins, clearly upset by what Naomi said. "You could be the biggest girl on that stage and it
wouldn't matter because the judges care more about finesse than size. I know that's not what you want to hear, but it's the truth."

Naomi knew the words that came from her lips certainly weren't what Penny wanted to hear. Something would have to be done to heal the rift between the two girls. If the Company caught wind of Naomi losing her client, God knows what would happen.

"I'll see what I can do. No promises though, you hear me?"

Penny nodded enthusiastically with a toothy grin, unquestionably excited by the prospect of possibly getting her hands on Calibre before anyone else in the public world.

"You still have to work on that routine of yours though. Not to mention your diet and such." Naomi reached for a logbook similar to the one Katherine had earlier, but hers was completely dedicated to Penny's diet and workout regimen. "Says here you downed a full chicken tikka pizza because you 'felt like it,' and skipped a leg workout in favour of fucking your boyfriend."

"Yeah, so? I still got my cardio in, didn't I?"

Naomi chuckled. The shrewdness Penny naturally exuded was adorable at times. "True, true. But if you want to get as big as you say, you're gonna have to at least cut out the shitty foods. As for the boyfriend. Take him to the gym with you, see how
things go."

"Speaking of the gym. You still up for our workout together?" Penny reached for a chocolate bar and bit into it, clearly unaware of how annoying it was for Naomi to witness. "Maybe bring that Calibre with you and we'll get really swole!"

Naomi's eyes lit up in shock. Obviously, she'd completely forgot about the three outstanding invitations that had to be dealt with. Xander's date was left out to dry again, while the interview with Felix—well, she could honestly forget about that. But Penny—she was upset already and Naomi felt bad about it.

"Sure, I'll be there, Calibre and all!"

///

"The hell you will!"

Katherine wasn't all too pleased with Naomi's charitable intentions. An act of generosity or not, it probably wouldn't go down all that well with the Company's board. Given Naomi was the face of Calibre, it was Katherine's job to ensure she stuck to every mandate she agreed to.

Naomi didn't immediately react to her agent's brush-off, shoving fruit and some of the life-changing protein into her blender to make a smoothie, rousing metal music blaring in the background. Naomi half-expected Katherine to react the way she did - mentioning gifting Calibre to Penny was a topic of conversation the two women sparred over once before. Katherine was more lenient about the idea back then, but that was before the Company issued the contract.

"We've talked about this already. It's nice that you want to gift some to your client, but we won't hear the end of it from the Company once they realize what you did." Katherine leaned forward, placing her palms firmly on the worktop while Naomi opened the fridge opposite her in silence, looking for more ingredients for her smoothie. The mere act of bending downwards was enough for her glutes to flare up and press against her shorts, but Naomi acted blindly to it all. "You're the face of Calibre now, Naomi. Literally. The tub's final design has your face on it, smile and all. Every time someone purchases a tub, they're buying you. You'll be spitting in the Company's face if you start giving a premium product away for free."

"I made a promise though." Naomi pulled three apples out the fridge and dropped them into the blender. Listening to its shrill whirring was strategic, allowing Katherine's lecture to be drowned out long enough for a moment of long-sought loneliness to be felt. When the contents were fully blended, Naomi poured them into a large glass.

"You shouldn't have done that. Making promises is a stupid thing to do because most of the time they'll be broken anyway." Katherine stopped herself from saying anything else, not sure it was a good idea to put the damper on Naomi's mood any further, but not saying anything would probably amount to even more frustration over time. Katherine wouldn't hear the end of it then. "Besides, you know what Penny's like anyway - a little O.T.T."

"So? I was O.T.T. when a four-hundred blob of fat. If it weren't for me, the Company wouldn't be the household name it is today." Naomi sipped from her glass, feeling the energy and electrolytes course through her iron-forged body, little-by-little making her feel all that more energized, fueling her muscles. "If anything, they owe me for their being in the spotlight at all."

"But if it weren't for their scientists having made Calibre—" "—I probably wouldn't be here right now, I know." Naomi didn't take what the
Company gave her for granted. The dangerously unhealthy lifestyle she led before they gave her the opportunity of a lifetime forced her to look at life from a different perspective - to live it to the fullest in the idea that it might end at any moment.

Naomi sighed. "Fine. I won't give Penny Calibre. I can at least still take her up on that gym date, though, right?"

"No problems with me over that." Katherine was secretly relieved to hear Naomi had seen reason in acting against her decision that would otherwise be naive. "Just be sure to break the news to her gently."

Naomi rubbed her neck nervously, ever so tempted to give it a proper squeeze for curiosity's sake. Just how was she going to break the news to Penny?

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Poster Girl
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Chapter 2

To say Penny felt great would probably be an understatement. It wasn't often one could grow muscular within the space of a month without any form of 'help' - in fact, it was almost unheard of - notwithstanding the fact she was being trained by none other than the world-famous Naomi Briggs. Of course, being under the tutelage of someone so celebrated ought to be expected from an individual as rich as Penny Vanderbilt. That said, her wealth came from the family, but that was beside the point. As much as it had rocketed over the recent months, Naomi's fame couldn't possibly hold a candle to the Vanderbilt's affluence. It was the fact this family's pockets were so deep that Naomi sought to train its heiress. That, plus the fact the Company made a point out of ensuring Naomi did it anyway, so as to break bread with the family that would agree to become benefactors for further research into Calibre.

For an individual as pompous as Penny, it ought to come as no surprise that she boasted expensive taste; genuine fur quilts, a diamond chandelier, a walk-in wardrobe easily fifty-feet long, within which were countless outfits each for separate occasions. And of course, leaving the best until last, several oil paintings of the girl herself, one of which implied she was naked and laid on a chaise longue, save for the fur blanket draped over her crotch, leaving only her bodybuilder-shaming upper body and dainty feet to be displayed. Judging by the lack of fading, this was a recent painting, no more than a few days old. There were obviously other paintings, but this one in particular Penny seemed to hold dear. So much so that she ordered copies to be made in case something were to happen to the original, God forbid. As if she wasn't puffed up enough.

There was something particularly magisterial about this painting, however. Was it her piercing blue eyes staring provocatively into what would've been the artist's comparatively dim and less enthused own eyes, coupled with the sultriness of her smile? No. No, it was too...too plain. Perhaps her unyieldingly flawless skin and youth that drove both men and women mad with jealousy? After all, who wouldn't want to look like her? Who could? No, it wasn't that either. That was too..obvious. If anything made this painting feel distinctive, it would be an obscure detail, not necessarily hidden away, but not easy to notice either.

Tilting her head, Penny looked at the painting from a different angle. Then she noticed it - the reason behind the painting's apparent grandeur, and it was simple, too - the simple fact the painting was of Penny in her apparent budding goddess form, the collective existence of her uncompromising youth and sultriness, hand-in-hand with her burgeoning increase in size, strength and unparalleled perfection. The painting was magisterial in nature seeing as she was unique, a standout from the usual crowd of mediocrity. Or maybe it was just her pompousness talking. At any rate, it didn't stop Penny from getting wet at the sight of herself in that painting. Shuddering softly, she felt her love juices soak the insides of her frilly underwear and trickle down the trouser-covered quads Naomi helped her forge through countless gruelling workouts. The painting was a testament to the concept of perfection Penny saw in herself. If she had her way, the painting would be ripped from the wall and fucked.

In as much of the fact Penny loathed mediocrity, she tolerated Naomi only for the fact she would help her achieve greatness, perhaps even godhood. This wasn't to say Penny was in any sense evil. Rather, she was just distinctly egotistical. As she maintained her longing stares at the painting, Penny's butler, Randolph, offered her the Affogato she asked him to make, steaming hot. Without so much as a passing glance, she took the mug from the tray he held and sipped, but upon doing so her eyes widened in shock before turning to the comparatively tiny man with a seething stare.

"What is this? I distinctly asked for a long Macchiato, not an Affogato." It didn't take much for Penny to look upon her servant with boiling resentment, seriously questioning his ability to listen and act accordingly. Instead, he looked at her with equal parts confusion and worry. Randolph remembered her asking for an Affogato not even five minutes ago. He always knew Penny to be finicky and sometimes change her desires on the fly, but recent changes in the heiress' way of life forced him to think twice, sometimes thrice, and it still wasn't enough to please her. "God, Randolph, can't you do anything right?"

"Forgive me, Miss Vanderbilt. Allow me to—"

Penny scoffed, knowing he was going to ask to try again. But what was the point? He'd already let her down. At any rate, the scoff from his employer cut through Randolph like the sharpest blade, hurting him. He had no intention in displeasing her. If anything, he wanted to satisfy the burgeoning girl every way he could, even in situations beyond his station. Unknown to the Vanderbilt's was the fact Randolph often fantasized about Penny. But of course, why would she ever want to lay with him, the lowly butler? "Never mind. Suppose I'll have to take it now," she quipped.

Randolph bowed his head.

"Tell me, Randolph." Hands clasped in front, Penny smirked at the painting in such a way that it suggested arrogance. She oozed nothing but, taking in all the intricate details of her oily portrayal. It made her wonder though. Seeing perfection in herself was one thing, perhaps even to be expected, but what would someone as low-bred as the butler have to say? "What do you see in this painting of me? If you were to ask me, I'd see nought but perfection personified."

Randolph knew his words would have to be picked out carefully. It wouldn't do him any good to directly repeat what Penny suggested, elsewise he'd either simply be humouring her or find himself on course for being admonished. While trying to best describe the heiress' painting, Randolph's ears picked up the distinctive sound of tearing fabric, casually glancing at Penny's white shirt slowly but surely tearing to reveal her boulder shoulders. Then a smirk formed on his lips.

"I see a goddess in the making. Something distinctly better than perfection, wouldn't you say?"

Randolph's soft-spoken words done wonders for Penny. It could be argued that her butler's words were chosen only to humour her, but how could she argue with them, given she felt the same way? She tried to hold back the outburst of love juice that oozed between her legs, but being branded such a thing as a goddess would probably set anyone off, pompously rich or not.

"I really am, aren't I?"

"Questioning fact would do you no good, Miss." Emboldened by his earlier statement, Randolph drew closer to the heiress. On any other occasion, she would tell people to back off from her personal space, but her butler's words made her weak at the knees and forget the fact. "If anything should be questioned, it is those who negate your claim of being a goddess."

Penny's eyebrow curled inquisitively. What did Randolph imply? That she should strip her friendships and associations with those who don't see her as the goddess she is? Admittedly, it was an idea that went through the young heiress' mind but only in passing. Penny may have been egotistical, but she wasn't stupid. Her parents wouldn't see her as a goddess just because she's rich, beautiful and muscular. Besides, her money came from them. Without it, without them, she was nothing; without it, without them, she wouldn't have met Naomi through the Company. Without the Company, she wouldn't be in this unique situation.

"You flatter me, Randolph, really."

Randolph was surprised but hid the fact behind a contented nod. Truthfully, he flooded the heiress with his words in an effort to inflate her ego and confuse her to the point where she might be willing to drop her soaked underwear for him. Praise and words of admiration bestowed upon her were what would help him in that endeavour.

"Hardly. If anything, Miss, I open my eyes to the truth." It was true the butler's words were half-truths. While he did sweet-talk the heiress for his own gain, it was equally inappropriate of Randolph to disregard the fact Penny was, in her own little way, special, beyond her vast familial riches and unequalled beauty. How the young woman herself hadn't noticed it yet amazed the manservant. Over the space of a single month her muscles had grown at a pace considered quicker than normal, without the use of the Company's Calibre, adding fuel to the fire of speculation that she was a unique individual. "Should you want to take the matter seriously, perhaps consider purchasing the Company outright? Through your ownership, they could be made to work for you exclusively."

Penny smirked. She never expected someone so low-born as Randolph to appear this wise and forthcoming. It certainly made her think twice about her opinion of the man. He may have been the same age as her father, but Randolph certainly knew how to sugar-coat his words well enough for the inheritor to swallow. It was almost as if he was trying to manipulate her. Interesting.

"We'll continue this...fascinating discussion at a later time." Penny found it hard to peel away from the mesmerizing painting of herself, magnetically drawn towards the intricate oily details of the canvas, her heels casually tip-toeing in the puddle of love juice at her feet. "For now, be a dear and wipe the floor. I clearly got a little too excited."

Randolph smirked, bowing his head in accordance. "Of course, Ma'am."

///

Unsurprisingly, Penny took to acting on Randolph's words the moment they parted. His scheming claims of her being an apparent goddess in the making ceaselessly spun around inside her brain, making it nigh impossible for her to think of anything else.

Of course, that wasn't to say she objectified the idea. If anything, it made her smile. Ironic that the butler made Penny feel more appreciated than her own parents. At least, she thought they didn't care. The reality was her parents knew she was conceited, aware that the lavish behaviour she exhibited had gotten to her head like a disease had spread.

But that didn't stop Penny.

She sat at her desk in wait for her father to accept the incoming Skype call she set up, clearly not giving a damn about the fact he was abroad at a business meeting. To Penny, this call was far more important.

"Yes Penelope, what is it?" Her father, Magnus, couldn't hide the irritation in his voice no matter how hard he tried. But truth be told, he had to answer the call, else he wouldn't hear the end of it from his conceited offspring. "This had better be important."

Penny couldn't hide the smirk, nor could her father conceal his disappointment in the fact. This was important - just not to him. Despite her narcissism, Penny had in a sense wisened over the years. It was best for everyone just for her to get to the point instead of dancing around it like she did when younger. Even so, she couldn't stop herself from admiring the attractive gentlemen at her father's side, including the obvious sugar daddies. Twirling her blonde locks suggestively, she made her point, even if it was deliberately, obscurely worded. "I want you to make me better."

Magnus winced, unsure what his darling girl implied. Was she ill? Truthfully, she didn't look it. If anything, she looked bright as a button. Hopefully, Penny wasn't pulling her father's leg in an effort to draw attention to her and away from more pressing matters. "I don't understand, you look fine to me."

Good. Now her father was baited. Time to reel him in. Penny had practised this art of deception over the years with various individuals to the point where it was near perfect. "I want you to make me perfect, Daddy, to turn me into the goddess I deserve - need - to be."

It came as no surprise that nobody in the meeting knew what Penny was talking about, implied by the awkward silence that followed. They all knew she was narcissistic, but to be so in the sense that she fancied herself a goddess - it was almost laughable. In fact, some of the members at the meeting couldn't resist the need to break the quietness and chuckle, believing it all to be some sort of joke. But Magnus knew Penny better than anyone at that meeting. Every word that spilt from her pretty little lips, self-serving or not, was either the truth or serious.

Magnus didn't immediately react to his daughter's words, taking a moment to think. He knew how she would react if things didn't go her way, but was also aware of her having the gall to overreach and ask for more if they did. In this case, it was impossible for her to have her desires fulfilled, making the situation difficult. "Sweetie, I—"

"I don't want excuses, Daddy. I know you can do it." Penny was able to hide the disappointment in her father in the form of a feigned smile, believing him to be lying. The girl's determination knew no bounds like her vanity, implying she wouldn't let go of this discussion easily. "You can buy the Company. Because I'm special."

Magnus winced again, but this time he did so under different circumstances. The situation had become awkward between him and the other board members taking part in the meeting, as they were all members of the Company. It was a tricky nine-to-one situation Magnus knew he wouldn't get out of easily. But of course, Penny didn't care. She just waited for her father's response, ultimately receiving one she didn't anticipate.

"No, Penelope. You're not special. You're selfish, big-headed and arrogant." It was evident Magnus was ready to let loose a tirade of criticisms at his daughter in the hopes that they would pave the way for the rude awakening she was long overdue. His eyes narrow, he looked at her burgeoning shoulders clearly trying to force their way out of her shirt, exemplifying her boiling anger and obvious shock, expecting better from her father. "It's also clear your condition has become aggravated as a result of your dieting and training with Naomi."

Condition. Penny hated it when her parents described the one thing that helped her become the being she was destined to become like it was a disease. What did they know what it felt like knowing they were more than normal? If her so-called 'condition' was viewed as a disease, everyone ought to have it. But Penny didn't want that, sought to stand out as unique. She certainly was that already, in her own way.

"No need to bring Naomi into this...disagreement with your daughter, Magnus."

Magnus hesitated, realizing his words may damage the potential partnership between his family and the Company. In this exclusive partnership, the Company would be able to research new technologies beyond Calibre while the Vanderbilt's would reach a substantial percentage in profits. But Magnus couldn't shake the unwavering stare Penny expressed. A cooperation with the Company wasn't what she wanted, but total ownership. Through that, she would have them work for her exclusively and develop some way in which she could achieve godhood.

Magnus maintained his tight-lipped demeanour even as it became clear Penny was rendered livid by his response. Even as he tried to do otherwise, her father just couldn't stop himself from watching Penny's shirt roll and tighten as her supposed illness made itself known to the other board members. It was clear some of the more conservative associates were revolted by the heiress' increase in girth brought on by her apparent displeasure, shirt tightening and ripping this and that way, but Magnus was unfazed, having grown used to it over the years. This was Penny's unique take on throwing a strop, muscles tightening and flexing in a temporary spasm of growth, teeth bared to express anger.

"Making a fuss won't change my views on it, Penelope." Admittedly, Magnus presumed his darling girl ought to know better than to flare herself up into a tantrum when things didn't go her way, but acting childish was a defining trait of hers, even if unsightly. "We'll discuss this immature behaviour of yours, at great length, when I return."

The call came to an abrupt end right then, leaving Penny in a flustered and boiled-over state not unlike the spoiled child she 'matured' into, caring not about the fact she was near bare-chested. It wouldn't be the first time her father saw her in such a plight, nor did he complain then. Even though her disappointment remained, the heiress felt herself come down from her growth high, listening to her muscles squirm as they receded back to their previous awe-inspiring shape and size.

Things may not have gone the way she hoped, but Penny was sure to have a conversation of her own with her father when he returned. One in which he ought to think twice about if things were to go awry. Unknown to the heiress, Randolph often anticipated serving Penny during her rigorous workouts more so than any other task she instructed him to carry out. There was something oddly fascinating about watching her curl, squat, lunge, grunt and moan, sometimes to the tempo of orchestra music blasting in the background. Often dressed in a skimpy bikini, Penny preferred listening to orchestrated pieces when working out for the reason she believed there to be a hidden, arguably pure sense of brilliance to it, compared to rawer styles of music like rock. But Randolph was oblivious to that, his passion for the girl equal parts raw desire and masked yet professional pride.

He handed her the warm towel knowingly. Judging by the exasperated grunts, it was safe to assume the conversation with her father didn't end all that well in her favour. Randolph knew Magnus almost like a brother though, taking into consideration their long time together as employer and hireling. Given that, the manservant knew his boss would yield to his daughter's wants eventually, one way or another. "He just needs a bit more convincing, Miss. That's all."

More convincing. Penny laughed at the insinuation. Her father ought to be convinced from the start, not have to be guided into the fact. Enraged, she threw the dumbbell down hard onto the mat and yanked the towel from Randolph's clutches, rubbing the copious volumes of sweat from her brows and smooth-skinned armpits, before pulling her left leg out to the side and into a front double bicep pose. The girl's arrogance seemed to balloon at that moment, signified by the grin that crept along her lips.

"Perfect," she said.

"Permission to speak freely, Miss?" Randolph cut in.

Penny's response was a simple nod, now too captivated by her own ego to grace her loyal manservant with even a single syllable from her lips. Truthfully, in as much of the fact someone as plebeian as Randolph usually shouldn't speak so plainly, when he did his words were more often than not truthful or good counsel.

"Perhaps, if I may, you could repeat the events of last time?"

Penny looked at Randolph through the mirror wall, clearly surprised by his suggestion. Admittedly, one she didn't expect him to present. Even so, she didn't scold him, at least, not harshly. "Last time, if you recall, was a mistake. Like letting you speak so freely Besides, we were both drunk."

Randolph bowed his head. He had overstepped his boundaries as manservant even in the face of being allowed to speak so candidly. Despite his scolding, he remained unflinching in his attempt to sneak a look at Penny's body from the rear, deliberately stalling at her dry and cut glutes like no form of fat hid underneath them. Half of this was Naomi's doing through the carefully outlined diet and workout regimen, the other came from the heiress' obvious gift, which her family came to consider a condition instead. Randolph knew Penny would become larger at a devilishly quicker pace if the Company gave her some Calibre. But they were tenacious with their protocols and endeavour to put the public first. Hence why it was better to buy the Company outright.

Brandishing the same smirk, Penny indicated to her servant with a knowing wink. Randolph clearly hadn't openly confessed his affection for her, but it was obvious. In as much of the fact it was a butler's job to do everything asked of him, and near enough agree with everything their employer said, no manservant was as weak at the
knees around Penny as Randolph. Not even her own boyfriend. Even so, the butler was still able to maintain a clear line of thought.

"Be that as it may, the 'mistake,' as you've taken to calling it, wouldn't have lasted so long as it did if not even one of you was interested."

Turned to a side chest pose, grunting as the respective veins pushed to the surface like whales to water, Penny postulated the intent behind her servant's words. He knew what happened that night, pre-Company, on account of him being asked to remove all forms of evidence - burnt the bedsheets and underwear, for instance. But the fact it happened still laid within their minds. Penny's mother eventually found out because her father drunkenly admittedly to it - during his 20th wedding anniversary no less - and predictably objectified, which eventually led to their divorce. Penny missed her mother, but the majority of the family's wealth came from her business-minded father.

Even though he had only been under the employ of one rich family throughout his career as a butler, Randolph knew they were all the same in that they were kinkier than commoners in the ways of sex. Admittedly, he wouldn't be surprised if Penny was the result of immoral relations in the Vanderbilt family, not to mention her so-called 'condition' acting as evidence in part of the commonly held genetic defect argument. Or maybe Randolph was entirely wrong on all accounts and Penny was just terribly conceited.

"It was a mistake, Randolph," Penny insisted. Crunching down into a crab most muscular, she grunted, watching her biceps inflate several inches thicker as a result of her temporary rage-induced growth, listening to the veins underneath roil and writhe. This was a magical moment in the sense that she could feel the budding godlike power she presumed to possess desperately wanting to burst out. "Much like how you're ought to not make one by oiling me up for no reason other than I want to see myself shine."

Taking the hint, Randolph dropped to his knees with the bottle of oil in hand, that until now rested nearby on a stool, rolling up his sleeves in preparation for the ritualistic task ahead. When it came to actually performing the blessed deed itself, however, the loyal butler couldn't bear to tarnish the budding goddess' flawless skin with the golden liquid, but knew it wouldn't do him good to dismiss her command, ultimately choosing to apply the oil as gently as his roughened hands would allow. Unknown to him, though, was the fact the crude texture of his palms seemed to arouse the heiress ever so slightly with each passing stroke and rub against the rigidness of her perfect stone-crushing glutes.

"That's what I like about you, Randolph." Penny paused with a seemingly deliberate moan of arousal that came behind a surprising spurt of growth, not unlike the one she experienced during the call she had with her father, although not as vigorous. Be that as it may, her glutes expanded outward in sync with her servant's hand having held onto them like a man would a perfect, teasing breast, tempted to squeeze it. "You're loyal, obey. Whereas people like my father...well..." Penny pulled her arms up to stretch, giving the entirety of her body a sudden freakish outbursting increase in mass, the sheer force of the breeze that came with it literally pushing Randolph backwards. Amazed, he looked on as an uncontrollable stream of love juice trickled from the young woman's quaking thighs. "...He and I are going to to have a conversation of great length when he returns," she continued.

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Upon his return from the business meeting with the Company, Magnus' evident infuriation was partially justified. Between his daughter's self-absorbed call and the intent behind it, meshed with the ensuing argument between him and the Company's board, it was no surprise he slammed the door shut, making his point clear. It was to be expected that Randolph was nearby waiting for his master's return and eager to take his bags, but this time Magnus was met with nought but isolation, irking him further.

"Damn it, Randolph, where are you?" The resultant silence wasn't what Magnus had hoped to receive in return, hoping to at least be relieved of the heavy burden that was his case. The billionaire looked and listened around for signs of life that might be nearby, but nothing. Reaching boiling point, he dropped the case to the floor, letting his clothes and toiletries spill out from its insides like vomit. Still, nothing, making Magnus wonder if anyone was even in the mansion, leaving it ripe for plundering by thieves.

In a form he least expected Magnus' speculation was then given a definitive answer, his mouth suddenly springing agape upon glimpsing his daughter at the top of the staircase in tight matching brilliant pink gym shorts and sports bra, rippling arms crossed over her bountiful iron-forged chest, body glistened in perfect golden oil. Was it just the lighting, or had she grown slightly bigger since they last saw each other over the call? Even if it was just a trick of the mind at that moment, it wouldn't be unthinkable to assume the heiress was capable of growing in such a short space of time.

She descended, seemingly at a deliberately slow pace, one step at a time, wordlessly. Confidence oozed from the girl like slime from a pipe, but this didn't deter her father. "You and I have some serious talking to do, young lady." In as much of the fact Magnus' daughter was practically a woman now, he never seemed to be able to stop calling her a 'young lady' when about to admonish her, the label practically seared into his brain from decades of arguably futile discipline. As she came to a stop just a few yards away from him, still silent, Magnus was plucky enough to poke Penny in her rippling chest, forming a finger-sized dimple in her pectoral tissue. She reacted with a smirk, listening to the indentation recede and force her pecs to thicken.

It was at this point Randolph emerged from the darkened corners, his arms clasped behind him, stood upright. Magnus was quick to note that he wasn't in a rush to help, rather preferring to watch the situation unfold. Smirking devilishly, he watched the young heiress stroke her father's cheek with the back of her hand.

"Yes, Father, I think we do have some serious talking to attend to."

Before he could react in a manner befitting self-defence, Magnus found his neck wedged between Penny's legs, finding it harder to breathe with each passing second, his head angled upwards so his eyes met hers. Magnus could see in his daughter's eyes that she was enjoying her narcissistic display of raw strength. So rare was a moment such as this where she was in charge that they both knew this wouldn't be over quickly. Even her laugh; girlishly yet blended with an obvious undertone of depravity.

"I'm disappointed in your decision to not turn me into the goddess I deserve to become, Daddy." Between listening to the continued grunts of effort and fruitless attempts to break free from her magnificent legs, Penny feigned a yawn that suggested boredom, clearly expecting better from her father. Admittedly, the fact he couldn't escape was something that turned her on. "After all, isn't a father supposed to give his daughter the things she wants? Be it a new car, unlimited power?"

"Sweetie, you're—" Realising darkness was coming over him sooner than expected, Magnus started to erratically flail his arms and slap Penny's quads to get his point across. If anything, the pressure surrounding his neck and windpipe only seemed to mount as he believed Penny to be flexing harder. The reality, though, was the fact her
quads were actually growing. "You're hur—"

"Hurting you? I should think so since that's what I was going for." Twisting her legs, Penny heard the bloodcurdling scream from her father she longed for, followed by the unmistakable soft pop of cracking bone. "I figured a little dose of pain from a budding goddess ought to make things straight between us."

To Penny's surprise, Magnus managed to loosen the pressure enough for him to breathe a little easier, as a result, letting him speak clearer to his manservant who still retained a sense of calm observation in the display that unfolded before him, admittedly getting a shameless erection from it all. He didn't even bother to hide it.

"Randolph, help me get her off me and I'll pay you triple your usual salary from here on out."

Randolph remained silent as the grave. He wasn't going to be bribed into helping. Not when he knew money meant next to nothing compared to serving a living goddess. The screams from Magnus returned as Penny's legs grew again, her dainty fingers perversely caressing the expanding flesh before grabbing a tuft of his greying hair to push him back down again, further this time so his lips met the love juice dripping between her thighs.

"Want it to stop?" The tone from Penny condescending, she stroked her father's beard teasingly with one hand while the other was clenched into a fist to boast a bicep flex, revelling in the tears streaming from his eyes. She could probably use the salt from them to glisten her beefy limb. His mouth nearly completely covered by her thighs, Magnus' response was muffled, but the heiress knew it to be a plea.

Another, far more subdued grunt came from Magnus, but this one came with an unexpected hip thrust, unsurprisingly gaining Penny's attention. Looking downwards, she giggled at the obvious dark patch in her father's trousers that seemed to expand in sync with her smile.

"Oh Daddy, I thought you didn't like the idea of me being a goddess?"

Magnus had crumbled into tears now, withered down to a state of utter submission. He didn't mean to blow his load, especially for his own daughter. But she didn't seem to mind at all. Finally letting him go, Penny stepped back to marvel at her quads that had easily doubled in size, straining the fabric of her shorts to the point where they ripped at the sides. She then trailed off to follow the stream of love juice that ended in a puddle just a few inches away from her wheezing father. Glancing sideways, she observed a similar stain from Randolph's trousers, though he was able to maintain his professional composure.

"Ah. Seems even you like me, Randolph. Interesting."

The butler nodded. There was no point in trying to argue the obvious truth. "Yes, Miss, that's correct."

Smirking, Penny crouched on one knee so her face met her father's. He was still wheezing, though not as much. Despite that, he was in no position to counter what just happened. Admittedly, he probably wouldn't even think about opposing his daughter ever again.

"Now Daddy, here's what you're going to do...

[Lupus753]

Pretty good. Can't wait to see what happens.

[aspect]

Fantastic, please let her become a perfect goddess!

[Amnoartist]

Fantastic, please let her become a perfect goddess!

That's her goal 

[sgsg69]

Always love your craft. The descriptions as so visual in your stories.........bravo! K++ to you, let's see how perfect see can become............can't wait for more, thank you..........