"Oh my god..." Rebecca breathed, her heart racing as she stared at her reflection in the living room mirror. The person staring back at her was not the same person who had left for work that morning. Her eyes were wide with amazement as she took in the new her. "I can't believe it," she murmured, reaching out to touch the solid bicep that flexed under her fingers. The skin felt tight, almost unyielding, as if it was stretched over steel. She had never felt so powerful, so... alive.
With trembling hands, she began to explore her new body. She ran her long feminine fingers over the sculpted valleys between her abs, feeling the firmness of each muscle, the way they rippled and moved with every breath she took. Her breasts were massive, and hard as steel, the nipples standing tall and proud. She couldn't resist giving them a gentle squeeze, eliciting another moan of pleasure. Her body was a work of art, and she was eager to discover every curve, every bulge, every inch of it.
Her legs were so long and powerful, she could see the definition of each muscle group as she flexed them. The calves bulged as she pointed her toes, the thighs thick and strong. She took a tentative step and felt the floorboards of her apartment creak beneath her. She had never felt this weight before, this sense of gravity. It was thrilling!
Her hand traveled down to her hips, feeling the power contained there, the potential energy just waiting to be released. Her fingers traced the lines of her obliques, the way they tapered down to her narrow waist. She twisted her torso slightly, watching as the muscles danced beneath her skin. The sensation was addictive. She felt like she could break the world in two with the power contained in her new form.
With a tremble, she reached down between her legs, her hand disappearing beneath her heavy breasts. She felt the wetness that had pooled there, the sticky residue of her transformation. Her clit was hot and begging for attention. She gave it a slow, deliberate rub, closing her eyes as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her legs spreading wider as she sought more contact. She could feel the thick muscles of her thighs quivering with anticipation.
Her hand moved faster, her thumb circling her clit while her fingers delved into her soaking wet pussy. She was so tight, so full, and she felt like she could come at any moment. But she held back, savoring the sensation, building it up until it was almost unbearable. Her breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with each deep inhale. She watched in the mirror as her cheeks flushed, her pupils dilating until her eyes were almost black.
Her other hand went to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples until they were as hard as pebbles. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a guttural moan. Her hips began to rock back and forth, her hand a blur as she worked herself into a frenzy. The room filled with the sweet scent of her arousal, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee from her earlier shift. She could feel the muscles in her core tightening, the pressure building like a coiled spring ready to snap.
With a final, desperate move, Rebecca applied more pressure to her clit, rubbing it with a ferocity she had never known before. Her legs trembled, and she felt the first waves of her climax building deep within her. She could feel the power of her transformation, the energy surging through her like a raging river, culminating in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced.
Her eyes rolled back, her cheeks blushed her tongue was out of her mouth.
Her muscles clenched and flexed as she came, her entire body tightening into a knot of pleasure. She watched in the mirror as her biceps bulged, her abs spasmed, and her breasts bounced with each pulse of ecstasy. The room was filled with the sound of her moans, raw and unbridled. Her pussy clamped down around her fingers, and she could feel the muscles inside her contracting, releasing a flood of thick gooey cum that soaked her hand and the floor beneath her.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
The intensity of her orgasm began to subside, leaving her panting and gasping for air. But the energy coursing through her didn't fade away. Instead, it settled into her muscles, making them twitch and pulse with a newfound vitality. Rebecca's eyes snapped open, a wild look in them. She had to test her new strength. She had to see what she could do.
Her first experiment was simple: she picked up the heavy wooden coffee table with one hand, effortlessly hoisting it over her head. The veins in her arm bulged and throbbed with power as she held it aloft, her body not even trembling with the weight. She let out a gleeful laugh, feeling the thrill of her newfound power. The table hovered above her, looking small and insignificant in the grip of her massive bicep.
Next, she tried pushing the couch with her bare foot. It slid across the floor, knocking over the small side table and sending her favorite lamp crashing to the ground. "Whoa," she exclaimed, her heart racing with excitement. She had never felt so in control, so powerful. She pushed harder, the couch scraping along the floorboards as if it were made of cardboard.
Her eyes fell upon the heavy bookshelf, filled with dusty tomes and knick-knacks. It was a struggle for her to move before, but now she approached it with confidence, placing her palms against the solid oak. With a grunt, she pushed. The bookshelf creaked, the books rattling on their shelves before it too began to move. It slid away from the wall, revealing the faded wallpaper beneath it. Rebecca felt a surge of power as the object obeyed her will, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing with ease.
Emboldened, she strode to the kitchen, her steps heavy and deliberate. The fridge was her next challenge. It was an old model, and she had always struggled to move it when she cleaned. But now, she grabbed the handle with one hand and pulled. The fridge slid out with surprising ease, its weight nothing to her new body. She felt a thrill as she realized she could crush it to scrap with just her bare hands. But she had other plans.
Walking over to the window, she pushed the curtains aside, her muscles flexing in the sunlight that streamed in. Outside, the world looked so small, so insignificant compared to the power that surged within her. She watched the tiny figures moving about, going about their lives, blissfully unaware of the goddess that had taken residence in the apartment above them. A smug smile played on her lips as she felt herself growing more and more superior. These people, with their petty problems and their mundane lives, were nothing to her now. She had transcended, become something more.
Rebecca felt her ego swell with every beat of her powerful heart. She was a creature of the future, a being so far beyond human that she might as well be a new species entirely. Homo sapiens were but mere ants to her now, scurrying around, bound by the limitations of their own biology. She was free from those chains, free to explore the boundaries of her new form, to push herself beyond what anyone had ever dreamed of.
But then, a shrill noise pierced the silence of her apartment—her cell phone, ringing from its perch on the kitchen counter. She had almost forgotten it was there, forgotten the world outside. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it flying through the air and caught it easily in her palm. The screen displayed the time in stark, digital numbers. "One hour until my audition," she murmured, her excitement tempered by a sudden wave of doubt.
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