Rebecca's heart fluttered with excitement as she took in her new form. "With this body," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with a childlike glee, "I'll definitely become famous!" The thought of stepping onto the Broadway stage with her newfound power and beauty was intoxicating. She felt as if she could conquer the world, or at least the world of theater.
But first, she had to clean up. The sticky residue of her transformation clung to her skin, a constant reminder of the alien device's power. She lurched towards the bathroom, her muscular legs carrying her with surprising grace despite their new size. The door looked so much smaller than she remembered. With a grin, she flexed her bicep and the wood around the lock shattered with a satisfying crack, the door swinging open to reveal the steaming bath that was waiting for her.
The tub was filled to the brim with fragrant water, bubbles floating on the surface. She stepped in, her legs sinking into the heat with a sigh of pleasure. The water felt like a gentle caress against her thick muscles, soothing the ache that lingered from the intense transformation. The scent of lavender filled the air as she reached for the loofah, her eyes never leaving the mirror. She couldn't get over the sheer perfection of her body. Every ripple of muscle, every curve and contour, was a testament to her newfound power.
As she scrubbed the sticky remnants of her evolution from her skin, Rebecca felt a thrill run down her spine. The loofah glided over her inflated biceps, her rock-hard abs, her peach-shaped buttocks, and her powerful thighs. She watched in the mirror as the water grew murky with the residue of her transformation, swirling around her legs like a cloud of steam. It was as if she were washing away the last vestiges of her old life, making way for the goddess she had become.
Stepping out of the tub, she grabbed a towel and began to dry off. Her eyes fell on the pile of clothes she had laid out for herself earlier that morning, now a sad testament to the limitations of the past. The bra she had picked out was a mere wisp of lace and fabric, a joke compared to the monumental orbs that now adorned her chest. She tried to slip it on, but it was like trying to stuff a watermelon into a thimble. With a laugh, she tossed it aside and reached for her favorite white strapless top instead. It barely covered her nipples, but she managed to pull it over her head, the material stretching taut across her shoulders and breasts.
Her stomach was now a sculpted masterpiece of muscle, so long and defined that it seemed to go on forever. The top rode up, revealing a strip of her toned abdomen that gleamed in the soft light of the room. She twirled in front of the mirror, watching the muscles ripple and dance with her movements. The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to the power that now pulsed through her veins.
The pink miniskirt she had chosen barely covered her, the fabric stretching taut over her firm, muscular thighs. She had always liked the way it accentuated her curves, but now it was a different kind of show-stopper. It was like she was wearing a scrap of fabric, the way it clung to her hips and showcased the V-shaped of her lower abs. Her white panties peeked out from beneath the hem, teasingly revealing a hint of what lay beneath. She had never felt so exposed, so... powerful.
The mirror reflected her image, a blend of awe and arousal in her eyes. Her breasts were so large and firm that no bra she owned could contain them. They jiggled slightly with each step she took, a silent declaration of her newfound sexuality. The strapless top she had managed to squeeze into was already threatening to give way, the fabric straining against the massive orbs that defied gravity. She knew that the slightest movement would send them spilling out, and the thought sent a thrill of anticipation through her.
As Rebecca opened the door to her apartment and stepped into the hallway, she felt the eyes of her neighbors on her. The whispers grew louder as she descended the stairs, her muscles flexing with every movement. She loved the feeling of their gazes, the mix of shock, admiration, and envy that painted their faces. It was intoxicating, a heady cocktail that made her feel like a celebrity, a goddess among mortals.
Walking into the bright sunlight, her eyes took a moment to adjust. The street was bustling with activity, but it was her that everyone stopped to stare at. Her hips swayed with every step, the miniskirt riding up to reveal the tight, round cheeks of her ass. The fabric clung to her, outlining every curve and contour of her muscular frame. Her ass cheeks clenched and released with each step, a hypnotic dance that drew the eyes of every man, woman, and child on the sidewalk.
Her nipples began to stiffen, pushing against the flimsy fabric of her top. The cool air brushed against her sensitive flesh, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She felt like a peacock displaying its feathers, and the attention was invigorating. Each step she took was a declaration of her power, her dominance. They whispered as she passed, their eyes glued to her form. Some took photos, hoping to capture the moment for their own amusement or to share with friends. Rebecca didn't care. She loved the feeling of being the center of attention.
As she walked, she began to notice something strange. It was as if she could hear whispers on the wind, faint murmurs that grew clearer as she focused. To her surprise, she discovered that she was able to hear people's thoughts, her brain had developed no less than her muscles. The cacophony of voices grew louder, a symphony of desires, fears, and judgments. It was overwhelming, a sensory overload that made her dizzy.
A young man's thoughts grew particularly clear. "Look at her, she's got to be on steroids," he jeered internally. Rebecca felt a flash of anger, her hand clenching into a fist. But as she turned to confront him, she saw the admiration in his eyes, the way his gaze lingered on her chest. His thoughts were a tapestry of lust and envy, not spite. She smirked and continued her stride, relishing the power she held over him.
The whispers grew louder as she approached the college. She felt the envy of her peers as they saw her new form. Some were jealous, some were scared, but all were fascinated. She could see their imaginations running wild with the possibilities of what they could become with the remote. She knew she had to keep it a secret, for now. It was her edge, her ticket to stardom.
Rebecca strutted into the audition room, her newfound confidence radiating like a beacon. Her classmates stared in awe, their eyes widening as they took in her transformed body. The room grew quiet as she made her way to her seat, the whispers and murmurs of the students trailing her like a symphony of astonishment.
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