This choice: Sybil becomes twice as big and ten times as strong • Go Back...Chapter #3Sybil becomes bigger and stronger by: Lvmsclgrls   “I want to be twice as big and 10 times as strong!”
The ring paused. “You would like to be 10 foot 8?”
Sybil grunted. “Specifics, I get it. Well, OK, I suppose for now we can leave my height alone, but I’d like to be more muscular, but still feminine.”
“How muscular?”
Sybil pulled up her right arm and flexed her small lean bicep. “Well bigger than this. There’s barely a bump even when I flex hard.”
As a runner, Sybil worked weights, but concentrated on her core. She sported a nice 6 pack, showcased as much due to her low body fat as to her ab work outs. Her arms were not something she worked all that much unless it was for high reps. And the boys were right about her chest, it was thin and her breasts were very small.
“So you said twice as big? Your right bicep is 8.2 inches around.”
Sybil groaned softly. “That’s all?” She pursed her lips and thought further. “Well twice as big would make my arm over 16 inches. That is pretty big.”
“For a girl.”
Sybil puffed a strand of blonde hair out away from her left eye. “Are you sure that you don’t have your own agenda here?”
The ring went silent. Sybil sighed. “Well let’s pause on that for the moment. How about 10 times as strong. I can bench around 90 pounds. That would mean I could bench nearly half a ton! What is the world record?”
“That would be over 100 pounds below the record for normal men.”
Sybil hummed, ignoring the normal part of the equation and thought for the moment. “OK ring. Give me muscles so that my biceps are 50% bigger than any of those football players and spread that amount of muscle across my body without any increase in body fat. Give me some curves too, so keep my midsection the same circumference and give me some proportionally sized rock hard breasts. Adjust my clothes as I grow to keep me covered. And make me ten times as strong as the strongest man.
“Are your multiplying factors based upon normal human records or super human records?
Sybil scrunched her nose. “What do you mean?”
“Currently the strongest man is Mark Harding.”
Sybil spat. “Who is Mark Harding?”
“The previous person who slipped me on his finger. He is the man that ran passed you so easily with my enhancements. He wished to be 10 times stronger than Superman.”
Sybil’s eyes widened. “So that’s what happened! But Superman? He’s fictional.”
“Not anymore. Mark is roughing up Superman right now.”
Sybil sniffed. “If there’s a Superman, then what about a Supergirl?”
“Mark’s thoughts only included Superman.”
Sybil’s eyes narrowed back down as she looked at the football players below.
“Let’s start with the enhancements I described based on normal human male records so I can teach these stupid jocks a lesson. Then I’ll concentrate on something grander. And that Mark Harding.”
And just like that, Sybil felt a rush of strength and power pulse through her body as her muscles began to expand across her frame. Her taught runner legs expanded outward, filling with muscle and pressing hard against her skin, showcasing incredible definition and separation as they grew larger than any woman she had ever seen. The branch groaned with her increase in weight and as she pointed her legs outward to flex her massive thighs into the four distinct quad muscles and her calves into football sized diamond shaped curvy mounds of muscle. Ignoring the stressed tree, Sybil brought her arms up to her sides and flexed her back wide as muscle piled across her lats, up her expanding traps and across her rippling shoulders. Pulling in her stomach her abs glistened and roared into a nasty 10 pack with scary definition. She giggled as she felt her nearly nonexistent breasts inflate and push outward with her expanding pectorals. Per her wishes the running shorts expanded just enough so as not to rip off, but barely contained her bulbous, muscle filled glutes of steel. Her top expanded as well, even as more and more muscle cleavage was pushed forward.
Sybil dropped a few inches as the branch cracked and she smiled as she noticed two football players look around for the source of the sound. Glancing over at her right arm, Sybil tensed the muscle and the results from the initial flex were shocking. Gone was the wiry muscle, in was a brutish, hard, muscle bulging arm able to curl well over a ton! The bicep bunched and consolidated into a shredded ball with a peak well over her expanded shoulder with enough mass to push her equally pumped up forearm back a bit. Sybil flexed and pumped her arm a few times, reveling in the incredible hardness and shape of her bicep.
“Not bad. But now it’s time to for the boys to feel helpless and scared.”
Sybil scooted forward and fell to ground with a hard thud on the dirt ground. It didn’t take long for one of the football players to spot her.
“There she is!”
Sybil smiled as the football players converged on her position. Smiling, she whispered. “Yeah, here I am! Come and get me!”
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