The tree of Dennis' fantasy liked reversals - where someone who was once belittled and looked down on became more than her tormentors. It was a favorite fantasy. Of course, in the perfect version the subject would become more than anyone. The tree of Dennis' fantasy also liked the corruption of power - especially in those earlier mentioned events - where the newly enhanced former subject of ridicule became even more cruel and unkind than any of her tormentors had been.
And so, when Janice bit into the apple she became subject to a transformation that Dennis had frequently before used as fantasy fuel - a transformation that he had only ever seen the start and end state of, but for which his mind had filled in the blanks. The creation of Titania from Secret Wars. Janice was not unlike 'Skeeter' - perhaps even more petite except in height. And when the apple was done she would be not unlike Titania - except even sexier and more powerful!
The transformation began in her legs - the skinny twigs she so despised, reshaping them. They developed curves and shape - like the girls she'd been so jealous of. And then more, as sexy muscle shaped them into twin pillars of sexy and destruction. Then, bone began to lengthen and harden, muscles building and reshaping to follow suit, until she no longer had the legs of a 5' tall girl, but those of a 7' tall superheroine - making up what would be well over half her full height.
The transformation moved to her torso next, broadening her hips while keeping her waist the same. That tiny waist began to pack on muscles, a 6 pack of power, quickly replaced by an 8 pack.
Then to her upper torso - the twin mounds she'd long admired on other girls were soon dwarfed by magnificent spheres - jutting forth with contempt for the insignificant pull of gravity thanks to the powerful pectoral muscles that supported them. with the lengthening of her torso she now achieved the 7 feet of height she'd been destined for.
Her arms now began to show the definition of the superhuman muscles developing beneath their skin. Unflexed she appeared to have the biceps of a fitness competitor, but by flexing she could produce a bicep that would leave the Hulk quaking with fear - and even that massive bicep wouldn't even begin to hint at the true strength she possessed.
As her hair grew down in curly waves to her magnificent ass Janice could feel power coursing through her - her strength now greater than the Hulk in the grips of his greatest rage.
Janice was everything she'd dreamed of being - more so. Janice was everything she'd never dared dream of being. She'd always wanted to look more like the other girls, now they'd all want to look more like her. Heck, she was beyond even their wildest dreams. No one ever had, or ever could, be as strong and sexy as her - and it was her job to make sure they all knew that.
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