Della walked into her room with the amulet hanging from her hand. Sam was at the library working on her paper and wouldn’t be home for some time.
Looking in the mirror, she smiled at the thoughts in her head. “Maybe I should try and transform slowly like Sam did. With enough practice, I could give her a show to remember.”
She slipped the necklace onto her head and looked into the mirror. Her eyes had already turned icy blue, so she knew it was starting.
Attempting to relax and let the change flow through her, she lifted her shirt and marvelled at the cut abs that had begun to form. As her glasses slid down her nose, she ran her eyes along the rest of her body and saw the muscles slowly bulging outwards. The last time this had happened they had simply exploded into massive mounds of powerful flesh. This time, they were slowly creeping outward, looking very defined and extremely cut.
Her eyes caught her quads, swollen enough now that there was a stark contrast between her upper and lower legs. Realizing her glasses were not needed now, she set them on the nearby dresser to avoid dropping them. She leaned forward, gripped her quads lustfully and smiled: they were her favorites.
Her shorts had begun to split on the sides, and she decided that they just had to go. She lifted to her tip toes causing her legs and butt to bulge powerfully, finishing the job on her shorts.
Playfully winking at herself in the mirror, she slowly raised and lowered herself on her toes. The sight of her legs getting thicker by the second was making her wet.
Her eyes now focused on her arms as she realized the change was nearly done. Standing slowly, she placed her right hand on her defined obliques and raised her left into a bicep flex. The cannon ball sized mound caught her attention and she stared out of the corner or her eyes, astounded by the power held within that muscle.
Lowering her flex, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her poor underoos were stretched to their limits and beginning to tear around her upper thighs. Running her hands over her massive breasts, a sigh escaped her lips.
She looked at the clock and wondered how long until Sam got home. Shrugging, she turned towards the bed. “I suppose I could have some ‘me’ time until then.”
The mighty amazon laid back onto the bed, and slowly slid her hand into her tiny panties…
Tags: Female muscle, muscle growth, height increase, clothes ripping, bicep flex, magic
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Story by Trent Harlow |
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Artwork by Joseph Caesar S.D. |
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