Margot's

[willjmalo]

Margot's Mutation
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Margot Robbie's life was a flurry of activity, a constant whirlwind of meetings, rehearsals, and photo shoots. But despite the constant chaos of her career, she always made time for the things she loved. Whether it was hiking in the mountains or lounging on the beach, Margot had a deep appreciation for the natural world that surrounded her.

She was an early riser, waking up before dawn to squeeze in a morning workout before the day's activities began. Her mornings were spent on set, rehearsing lines and blocking scenes with her co-stars. But despite the long hours and grueling schedule, Margot never lost her sense of humor or her love of acting.

Her afternoons were filled with meetings, interviews, and costume fittings, all while managing her own production company. She was constantly pushing the boundaries of her craft, always looking for new challenges and opportunities to grow as an actress.

Margot Robbie was a true beauty to behold. Her face was like a work of art, a masterpiece crafted by the most talented of sculptors. Her features were perfectly proportioned, each one complementing the other to create a harmony of beauty that was almost other

But despite the many demands on her time, Margot always made sure to take care of herself. She was a devout believer in the power of meditation and yoga, and often retreated to a quiet corner of the set to center herself before a big scene.

And then, on her 26th birthday, everything changed.

The evening before her birthday, Margot Robbie had just returned to her apartment in Los Angeles after a long day of filming. She was exhausted, but the excitement of her upcoming birthday kept her going. As she collapsed onto her couch, her mind began to drift, and she found herself thinking about her future.

Margot lay sprawled on her plush couch, her mind wandering . She had always been a driven and hardworking person, and her career as an actress was flourishing. However, there was a deep yearning inside her for something more, for adventure and exploration. Margot dreamed of traveling the world and experiencing new cultures, of learning about science and technology, and of starting a family someday.

As she lay there lost in thought, a gentle breeze brushed against her cheek, carrying with it the scent of fresh flowers. She opened her eyes and glanced toward the window, where she saw the sun setting in a kaleidoscope of colors. The hues of oranges, pinks, and purples painted the sky, and Margot couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of nature.

But even the stunning sunset paled in comparison to Margot's physical beauty. Her face was a work of art that captivated all who saw her. Her deep blue eyes sparkled with intelligence and warmth, set off by long lashes that seemed to flutter like butterfly wings whenever she laughed. Her nose was straight and elegant, perfectly proportioned to her face, and her full lips were always ready to curve into a smile. Her jawline was sharp and defined, giving her a regal bearing that made her stand out in any crowd. And her hair, oh her hair - it was like spun gold, cascading down her back in waves that shimmered in the sunlight.

Margot slowly sat up from her plush couch, her mind now clear and focused on her night time routine. She took a deep breath and stretched, feeling the tension in her body melt away. She decided it was time to start winding down and get some much-needed rest. She stood up and walked towards the kitchen, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet beneath her.

The apartment was bathed in a warm, golden light from the setting sun, casting a soft glow on everything around her. The light danced across her features, highlighting her flawless skin and making her eyes sparkle like diamonds. As she walked, she felt the warmth of the sun on her skin, and it was as if a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

She arrived at the kitchen, her gaze immediately falling on the fruits and vegetables on her counter. She decided to make a simple chicken salad.

As she prepared her dinner, she hummed a tune she had heard earlier that day, lost in thought. The sound of the knife slicing through the vegetables, the sizzle of the chicken on the pan, and the sound of the water running over the lettuce were the only noises in the room. The smells of herbs and spices filled the air, and Margot's mouth watered as she worked.

As she cooked, Margot's beauty shone like a beacon. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, framing her delicate features and accentuating her cheekbones. The soft light from the kitchen created a halo around her head, making her seem almost otherworldly. She wore a simple cotton shirt, and as she moved around the kitchen, it hugged her curves in all the right places.

Once she had finished cooking, Margot sat down at her small table to eat her meal. The flavors burst in her mouth, and she savored each bite. The cool crunch of the lettuce, the juicy tang of the tomatoes, and the savory flavor of the chicken all combined to create a delicious meal. She took her time, enjoying the tastes and textures of the food, and appreciating the moment of peace and solitude.

After she finished eating, Margot cleaned up her dishes and headed to her bathroom. She turned on some calming music, and began her night time routine, which included washing her face with a gentle cleanser, applying a moisturizer, and doing a facial massage to stimulate blood flow and keep her skin looking radiant.

She took her time, enjoying the ritual and the feeling of taking care of herself. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but admire her own beauty. Her skin was flawless, with a natural glow that was enhanced by the gentle light in the bathroom. Her eyes sparkled with a sense of inner joy, and her lips were soft and full, ready to curve into a smile at any moment.

Once she finished, Margot changed into her night gown, a soft, silky garment that draped over her curves like a second skin. She took a deep breath and sank into her soft bed, surrounded by fluffy pillows and a warm duvet. The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a silvery glow over everything in the room. As she closed her eyes, she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her, grateful for all the beauty in her life. She drifted off to sleep, excited for her birthday.


Margot woke up on the morning of her 26th birthday feeling different. As she rubbed her eyes and yawned, she stretched her arms over her head, and something felt... different. As she stood up and stumbled to the bathroom, she couldn't help but notice that her arms felt heavier than usual. It wasn't a bad feeling, but rather a sensation of strength, as if she had just completed an intense workout.

As she looked in the mirror, she noticed her muscles seemed more defined, her biceps bulging and her abs more pronounced than she had ever seen them before. She ran her hands over her stomach and felt the taut muscles beneath her skin. It was strange but exhilarating, like she was discovering a new side of herself.

At first, Margot thought it was just a side effect of her intense workout routine. She had been training hard for her upcoming film role, and her body was responding to the challenge. But as the day went on, she realized that something strange was happening to her body.

Throughout the day, Margot started to feel an energy and strength she had never experienced before. Simple tasks like lifting a heavy bag or opening a jar became effortless, and she felt like she could run for miles without getting tired. She felt a new sense of confidence and power coursing through her veins, and it was both thrilling and unnerving at the same time.

As the day progressed, Margot's transformation became more apparent. Her clothes were tighter around her biceps, and her jeans hugged her thighs and calves more snugly than usual. She caught glimpses of herself in the mirror and was amazed at how much more defined her muscles looked. It was like she was living in someone else's body.

Margot decided to join her family for dinner that night.
Margot was wearing a pair of light blue denim shorts that hugged her toned legs and accentuated her curves. The shorts had frayed edges that gave them a casual, summery vibe. You could see the faint outline of Margot's toned quads and hamstrings, which were more defined than ever before.

Her feet were adorned with a pair of black and gold flip flops, which complemented her outfit nicely. The gold detailing on the flip flops shimmered in the light, easily catching anyone's attention. Margot's toenails were painted a bright coral color, adding a pop of color to her ensemble.

On top, Margot wore a white tank top that was slightly cropped, showing off a hint of her toned midriff. The tank top was loose and flowy, allowing her to move around comfortably. Her face was fresh and glowing, with just a hint of makeup that accentuated her natural beauty. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing her sharp cheekbones and defined jawline. Her thin gold necklace lay delicately against her collarbone, highlighting the graceful curve of her neck.

As she walked into the dining room, she could feel their eyes on her, scanning her from head to toe. Her sister, Lily, was the first to speak up, "Margot, have you been working out more than usual? You look...different."

Margot felt her cheeks turn pink with embarrassment, but she managed to shrug it off. "Yeah, I've been hitting the gym pretty hard. I guess it's starting to show," she said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Her father was more direct. "You look like a bodybuilder," he said, eyeing her biceps. "Is that what you're going for?"

Margot shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling a sudden urge to hide her arms under the table. "No, no, I'm not going for the bodybuilder look," she replied shyly, hoping to change the subject.
Margot's heart pounded as she looked down at her plate, feeling the weight of her father's words. She had been so caught up in her newfound strength and energy that she hadn't really thought about how her family would react to her transformation.

Margot's mother came to her rescue, sensing her daughter's discomfort. "Let's not make a big deal out of it, guys. Margot looks great, and we're here to celebrate her birthday, not her muscles," she said with a smile.

After dinner, they all sang her "Happy Birthday" and enjoyed a slice of birthday cake. Margot blew out the candles, and her family cheered and clapped. As she took a bite of the cake, Margot realized how much she had missed spending time with her family. It felt good to be surrounded by people who loved her, no matter what her body looked like.

As the night wore on, they all sat around the dining table, talking and laughing. Margot's transformation was hardly mentioned again, and it was like nothing had changed. They talked about their favorite memories, their plans for the future, and just enjoyed each other's company.

It wasn't until Margot got up to help clean the dishes that her sister, Lily, took notice of her calves. "Hey, Margot, have you been doing calf raises or something? Your calves look different," Lily said, eyeing Margot curiously.

Margot looked down at her legs and realized that her sister was right. Her calves did look more defined, like they had grown overnight. "I don't know, maybe it's just the lighting," she said with a shrug.

As she walked towards the kitchen, Lily couldn't help but stare at her sister's calves. There was something about the way they moved that caught her attention. They seemed stronger, more toned than ever before. Lily shook her head, trying to dispel the strange feeling that was creeping up inside her. Maybe it was just the lighting, or maybe it was her imagination. After all, Margot had always been active and fit.

As the hours slipped away, the laughter and chatter subsided, and one by one, the family members began to make their way home. Margot hugged and kissed each of them, thanking them for coming to celebrate with her.

As Margot said her goodbyes, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. The night had been perfect, and she was grateful to have spent it with her loved ones. As she hugged her brother, she focused on the warmth of his embrace, feeling the love that he had always shown her.

But as they separated, Margot caught a glimpse of something in his eyes. It was fleeting, almost imperceptible, but she had seen it nonetheless. He had looked at her in a way that she couldn't quite place, and it made her feel self-conscious.

Margot quickly shook the thought from her head, dismissing it as her imagination. She didn't want to dwell on it and ruin the good memories of the night. Instead, she plastered a bright smile on her face and continued saying her goodbyes.

One by one, the family members left, until it was just Margot and her parents left in the house. They chatted for a while longer, reminiscing about old times and sharing stories. But eventually, even they had to retire for the night.

As Margot made her way to her childhood bedroom, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The room was exactly as she remembered it, filled with posters of her favorite bands and pictures of her and her friends. She lay in bed, replaying the events of the night in her head and feeling grateful for the love that surrounded her.

She didn't think much of her brother's glances, assuming that he was just admiring her outfit or something. Margot had always been confident in her body and didn't think much of any changes that may have occurred. As she thought this, she peacefully dozed off to sleep.

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The following morning Margot slowly opened her eyes, taking in the familiar sight of her childhood bedroom. The sunlight filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over everything in the room. She sat up, stretching her arms and feeling the softness of the covers against her skin.

As she swung her legs over the side of the bed and still half asleep, Margot made her way to the bathroom, her footsteps light and quiet. She splashed cool water on her face, feeling the refreshing sensation wake her up from her slumber. As she brushed her teeth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror but didn't really register any changes in her appearance.

As Margot stumbled back to her room, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she grabbed her shorts and pulled them up. But as she did so, she felt a sudden tearing sensation, and the sound of fabric ripping filled the room.

At first, Margot was confused, wondering if the shorts had somehow become damaged overnight. She looked down at her thighs, surprised to see that they were more muscular than she remembered, feeling the firmness of her muscles and the power they seemed to possess.

As she continued to inspect herself, Margot noticed that her calves were looking beefier too. She flexed her foot, marveling at the definition that had seemingly appeared overnight.

Margot walks over to the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall, her heart beating fast with anticipation. She stands in front of it and takes in her reflection. Her eyes widen as she notices the changes that have occurred.

Examining her thighs, she was taken aback by the newfound muscularity, the tautness of the flesh beneath her fingertips. She extended one leg, mesmerized as the quad muscles bunched and flexed under the fabric of her shorts. They were larger, more defined, more powerful than ever before.

Margot slowly turned around, admiring the shape and size of her new glutes, which had grown rounder and more pronounced overnight. Her heart raced with the thrill of the transformation, the thrill of the power that coursed through her body. Her calves, too, had grown thicker and more defined, bulging out to the sides of her skinny ankles and cute feet as she stood on her toes.

Margot's heart was pounding with excitement as she looked up at her upper body in the mirror. The oversized long-sleeved tee shirt that she wore to sleep no longer hung loosely over her frame. She slowly took it off to reveal her physique in the mirror. Her eyes immediately went to her abs, which were more defined than she had ever seen them. The trim of her waist emerged from the thick, muscular lower body that now graced her physique.

As she raised the shirt higher, she couldn't help but notice her pecs, which looked strong but still feminine. She took a deep breath, marveling at the transformation that had taken place.

As she took the shirt off completely, she looked at her shoulders and arms, which had taken on the size and definition of a female physique competitor. Her muscles looked sculpted and powerful, with veins popping out from beneath the skin. The sunlight that streamed in through the window made them look almost ethereal, like strands of gold woven into the fabric of her skin.

Margot does a quick 180. With her shirt off and her back to the mirror, Margot strikes a classic bodybuilding pose: the back double bicep. As she raises her arms, her muscles dance beneath her skin, rippling and flexing in a mesmerizing display of power and grace. Her biceps bulge, the thick cords of muscle popping out in relief. Her triceps flare, sculpted into perfect horseshoe shapes that seemed to glow in the light.

Her eyes travel upwards to her traps, which looked like thick, coiled snakes beneath her skin. They rose up from her shoulders, framing her neck in a way that was both imposing and beautiful. She took a second and admired her muscles' size and definition, which seemed to accentuate the strength and femininity of her body.

As her gaze drifted downwards, Margot's attention was drawn to her lats, which had grown some significant muscles. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of them, amazed by how much her body had changed. Her muscles were defined and hard, like cords of steel woven into the fabric of her skin.

Her eyes finally settled on her waist, which looked impossibly small compared to the size of her back. She couldn't believe how much her physique had changed overnight, how much more powerful and defined she had become. Her heart swelled with pride and excitement, the thrill of the transformation coursing through her body like a drug.

"I can't believe it," she whispered to herself, still admiring her reflection in the mirror. "This is unreal."

As Margot stands in the sunlight, her silhouette creates a work of art, each curve and line adding to the masterpiece. The shadows play along the contours of her muscles, highlighting every ripple and bulge. She strikes a pose, mesmerized by the way her body responds, how it now moves with a strength and control. The sunlight dances along her skin, casting a golden glow that seems to radiate from within.

Margot's mind is racing with excitement, the thrill of the transformation still coursing through her veins. She feels alive, vibrant, and full of energy. Her body seems to move with a new sense of purpose, each muscle engaged and ready for action. She admires herself, running her hands over her toned biceps and down to her now sinewy waist. It's hard to believe this is the same body she fell asleep with.
"Okay what the hell is going on?!" Margot whispers, to no one in particular but more so thinking out loud. Her mind races with possible explanations. She thinks back to everything she's eaten in the past day, to days, to week. She doesn't recall eating anywhere outside of her usual spots, and she cooked her own food half the time. She hadn't been to the doctor or gotten any sort of blood work or vaccine. Could it be the intensity of her workouts? Nah, if that were the case, this would have happened much sooner, as Margot always gave it her all in the gym. As she sat there pondering over the possibilities, she caught sight of herself in the mirror and was jolted back to Earth. Suddenly, she can feel her anxiety rising.

"My clothes will never fit on all these muscles" she thinks to herself.

As she turns her attention back to her overnight bag, Margot's movements are purposeful and confident. She bends down with ease, her glutes and hamstrings flexing with each movement. She rummages through the bag, searching for something that will fit her new physique. Her muscular back and shoulders ripple as she moves, her body now a finely-tuned machine.

Margot tries on a couple of shirts, each one clinging too tightly to her newly acquired muscles. She feels a mixture of frustration and elation - she's thrilled with her new body, but it's a challenge to find clothes that fit properly. After a few attempts, she settles on an oversized t-shirt. The shirt fits snugly over her broad shoulders and muscular arms, accentuating her newfound strength. The sleeves hug her biceps and triceps, showing off the size and definition of her new muscles. The oversized t-shirt drapes over her small waist, and it dances around her midriff whenever she moves.

Margot continues to rummage through her bag, looking for a pair of oversized sweatpants that will match her oversized t-shirt. She doesn't want to draw too much attention to herself, and she knows that shorts will only make her muscular legs stand out even more.

Finally, she finds a pair of black sweatpants that are a few sizes too big. She remembers she ordered them online but accidentally picked the wrong size. She must've packed them thinking they were the new, regular fit sweatpants that she bought. She pulls them out of the bag and tries them on, struggling to get them over her thighs and glutes. The fabric clings to her muscular legs, showing off every curve and bulge. She can feel the sweatpants stretching with each movement, the fabric taut against her skin.

Margot admires herself in the mirror, taking in the sight of her muscular legs that are pushing and giving these "oversized" sweatpants a beautiful shape. The sweatpants fit snugly around her thighs, but loosen up significantly around her waist. Content with her wardrobe choice, Margot decides it's time for some breakfast.

Margot's oversized t-shirt and sweatpants move with her body as she now walks to the kitchen, their loose fabric swaying with each step she takes. She moves with a newfound confidence, her body now a symphony of strength and grace. Her powerful thighs flex with each step, and her calves ripple beneath the loose cuffs of her sweatpants.

As she looks through the pantry, she pulls out a few items that catch her eye: a bag of oatmeal, a jar of peanut butter, and a banana. She heats up a pot of water on the stove and adds the oatmeal, watching as the grains slowly soften and expand. She slices the banana into thin pieces and adds them to the pot, the sweet aroma filling the air.

Margot scoops out the oatmeal into a bowl, then adds a generous dollop of peanut butter on top. She savors each spoonful, the warm and creamy texture of the oatmeal blending with the rich and nutty flavor of the peanut butter.

After breakfast, she cleans up the kitchen, wiping down the counters and washing the dishes. She heads to her room to grab her wallet and phone, then leaves the house, the morning sun casting a golden glow over her muscular form.

Margot's ponytail bounces as she walks, her sunglasses shielding her eyes from the bright morning sun. Her features are soft and delicate, her skin glowing with a healthy radiance. Her neighbor, a middle-aged man with graying hair, is watering his potted plants when he hears her keys jingling. He turns to see Margot approaching, and his heart skips a beat.

As Margot draws closer, he can see the way her sweatpants hug her thick thighs and round glutes, accentuating every curve and bulge. He watches in awe as she moves, the fabric stretching and shifting with each step she takes. Her legs are powerful and defined, with rippling quadriceps and hamstrings that seem to go on forever.

The neighbor's mouth goes dry as he stares at Margot, his eyes tracing every inch of her muscular physique. He can feel his heart racing in his chest, his body responding to her in a way that he knows is inappropriate. He tries to tear his gaze away, but he can't help but watch as Margot gets into her car and drives away, and his mind runs wild as he tries to imagine what's underneath those sweatpants.

Margot, for her part, is completely unaware of her neighbor's gaze. She's focused on the task at hand: finding clothes that fit her new body.

Margot pulls out her phone from her purse and dials her stylist's number. It rings a few times before Noah picks up. "Hey, Margot! What's up?" he greets her cheerfully.

"Hey, Noah. Listen, I need your help finding some new outfits," Margot says, her voice serious.

"Sure thing, girl. What's the occasion?" Noah asks, curious.

"It's not for anything in particular. I just feel like I need to freshen up my wardrobe," Margot replies, purposely leaving out a few minor details

"Okay, no problem. When do you want to meet up?" Noah asks, eager to help.

"How about later today? I can meet you at the mall in an hour," Margot suggests.

"Sounds good to me. See you then!" Noah says before hanging up.

Noah arrives before Margot and waits for her at the parking lot. He smiles as he sees her car pull in. As she drives past him she slows down and rolls her window down.

"Hey there, stylist extraordinaire! You ready to see me in all my fashion disaster glory?" she quips.

Noah laughs and shakes his head. "You always manage to make fashion fun, Margot. Can't wait to see what you've got for me today."

As Margot steps out of her car, Noah's face turns from one of excitement, to one of surprise and potentially arousal. Her oversized t-shirt clings to her toned arms, highlighting the definition in her biceps and triceps. Her sweatpants are stretched taut around her thighs and round, full glutes, the fabric outlining every curve and contour of her muscular legs and derriere. Noah can't believe Margot's physique. When did this happen?

"At what point did you fill out those sweatpants, Margot? I remember when you bought them, and they were way too big for you," he says, still taking in the sight before him.

Margot laughs, "Oh, just a little bit of hard work and dedication. I decided to start taking my fitness seriously, and it's been paying off," she lies.

Noah nods in admiration, "Well, it definitely shows. You look incredible."

Margot grins, "Thanks, Noah. Now, let's go find some new clothes!"

Margot and Noah make their way through the mall, stopping every now and then as Margot takes pictures and signs autographs for her fans. As they walk, Margot takes note of the number of compliments she's receiving about her legs and glutes. She chuckles and brushes off the compliment, because although she didn't take them for granted, given her angel like beauty, compliments never ran dry for her.

Noah watches as Margot interacts with her fans, impressed with how humble and kind she is despite her fame. He can't help but feel a little envious of her easy charm and charisma, and the effortless way she carries herself.

Finally, they reach their favorite store, and Margot turns to Noah with a grin on her face. "Alright, surprise me," she says, excitement in her voice.

Noah laughs and rolls his eyes, "You know you're the boss, Margot. But I'll do my best to find something you'll love."

They head into the store, and Margot immediately heads for the racks, her eyes scanning the clothes as she runs her hands over the fabrics. Noah watches her with a smile, happy to see her so excited about trying on new clothes.
Noah gestures over the changing room, "I said I'll surprise you so let me surprise you" he playfully interjects.
"Sounds like a plan!" Margot replies in her smooth Australian accent.
Noah grins as he watches Margot eagerly make her way to the changing room. "Go on, boss lady," he calls after her. "I'll be back with some outfits for you to try on."