Kristen started removing her sweatshirt top by pulling it over her head, exposing her stomach. Dennis had expected to see flab hanging over the sides, creating that "muffin-top" look, but gasped at a tight, defined, but not quite six-pack look instead. Kristen quickly pulled the shirt back down.
"Oh," she said playfully. "I almost forgot to say the magic word...SHAZAM!"
Lightning crackled around Kristen, charging her with superhuman power, as her body began to change.
Her calves bulged out and her thighs got larger as her muscles expanded to bodybuilder-like proportions. Her sweat pants, formerly loose on her normal frame, looked painted on as Dennis could almost see the power radiating from her lower body. Kristen, enjoying the change, flexed her legs which caused the cotton material to rip in many places. Her pants now looked like ribbons of fabric held together tenuously by the expanding elastic waistband.
Kristen's sweatshirt wasn't faring any better. Her chest was the first noticeable change. While she was of average endowment before, she was most definitely anything but now. Her super-strong pectorals held up the most spectacular set of breasts Dennis had seen this side of Playboy magazine. They pushed the sweatshirt both outward and upward, exposing the washboard stomach that Dennis coveted and Kristen now possessed. The material strained to stay intact but quickly lost the battle as Kristen laughing caused the shirt to rip down the center, exposing more of her spectacular breasts and strong upper body.
The sleeves, now extremely tight due to her muscular arms, started to separate as the stitching popped one by one. Kristen exacerbated the problem by continually flexing them, making the rips larger as the biceps rose higher and higher. Finally, they exploded through the shirt.
Dennis stood, stunned, at the muscular woman standing in the spot where the nondescript Kristen was before. The tattered remains of her clothing hanging on her Amazonian frame. Kristen smiled as she enjoyed Dennis' reaction to her transformation. A lightning-like light filled the area. Dennis shielded his eyes from the brightness and, when it subsided, stood a radiant image.
Kristen's ruined clothing was gone. In it's place, was a red outfit the hugged every curve and accentuated every muscle on her body. The long sleeves looked painted on her bulging biceps while the gold gauntlets on her wrists gave her an even more powerful look. A pair of golden sandals covered her feet and straps of the same color traveled up the ankles and calves of her bronzed, strong legs. A gold sash was draped around her waist and a short white and gold cape flowed down her magnificent back. She winked at the flabbergasted Dennis as she flexed her 16+ inch biceps.
"So, what do you think of the real me?"
"You're...um...marvelous!" he stammered.
"Ha, ha, Captain Marvel to be specific Dennis. I've been looking for someone I can trust to share this secret and I'm hoping you're the man for the job."
"Ab-absolutely Kristen, er Captain..."
Kristen picked up Dennis and held him in her arms.
"Your so cute when you're flustered."
At that moment, the door to her room started to open...
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