Wanda eyed the machine and looked over at the salesman. Everyone anywhere near Wanda and still standing looked on with shock and fear. Nobody would dare challenge her. It was at that point that the police were calling for back up. Back up of the Super kind. This girl was clearly out of their league.
Pointing to the display she headed for the door. “That was fun. But as exciting as the feeling of bullets bouncing off my body is, the feeling of the energy building into my muscles is even greater. I want more. More muscles, more strength and an even tougher body! I may feel up to a round or two with a certain super guy right now, but I want to be sure.”
The salesman swallowed. He wanted nothing more to do with this crazy girl and now wished he had never seen the machine. No job is worth this!
As Wanda stepped into the machine she glared at the cowering salesman. “If you know what’s good for you, you will NOT make me ask twice! Now hit the go button and give me the power to crush the whole fricking Justice League or you’ll wish you were never born!”
Wanda climbed into the machine and pulled the door shut behind her. The salesman looked around for some help, but found none. They all knew what this girl was capable of and had no desire to be ripped in two. Gulping, he looked at the dials. The "Strength and Power" parameter dial was still off to the far right. So too was "Beauty and Brains". The “Height and Brawn” was still at the default setting. Realizing he could at least minimize the impact, he reached a shaking hand to the dial just in time to hear a VERY loud and angry voice from inside the maching.
“If you don’t push that button in the next second, I’m coming back out and finding someone else to push the button. AFTER I rip your arm off.”
With a painful yelp caused from his still broken rib, the salesman pushed down on the button and once again the BMGMM hummed to life. Wanda moaned with pleasure as her body was once again bathed with incredible energy, building up within her already super powered body. Tensing her muscles, they once again became denser. And denser. And denser! The muscles flexed and pulsed as they morphed thicker. She could feel every muscle fiber grow and rip and reform harder and tougher and bigger. She could sense her body become stronger than any being had ever been before. Stronger than Wonder Woman, stronger than Superman, stronger than both of them put together!
The heels she had on melted away and soon she was standing barefoot, allowing every perfect inch of her body to be seen. The gold shorts pulled higher into a gold thong and the corset pulled away into a gold mini bikini top with the shielded W on each breast.
Her muscles ground bigger with thighs as thick as oaks and calves the size of volleyballs. Her abs remained narrow, but now sported more muscles than any biologist would have thought existed! Her back widened into a frightening T and her chest plowed ahead with most muscular set of pectorals ever flexed, pushing out a foot away from her body with huge, indestructible boobs pushing away even further!. Her shoulders widened and her arms grew ridiculously thick as they hung to her sides. Huge, horseshoe shaped triceps build up six inches thick. Forearms as wide as the biggest He-Man on earth tensed involuntarily as they grew thicker. Unflexed biceps pushed out menacingly away from her body like twin footballs ready to inflate to monstrous size. And through it all, her beauty shone through and her curves remained achingly feminine.
Wanda squealed with pleasure as the last of the energy was pulled into her otherworldly body and the familiar ding was heard. Smiling knowingly, Wanda stepped out of the machine.
While she remained at 6 foot 2, her body was now covered with an insane array of curves, muscles and rippling striations. And the strength to lift mountains! She sensed that not only would she be able to bully an army, but she’d was capable of bullying any being in the universe.
The crowd looked on with shock and surprise, but before Wanda could decide what to do next, the ceiling exploded and Superman floated to the ground.
“Who is responsible for all of this?”
Wanda smiled. That was fast! She didn’t even have to go looking for him.
“I AM. Want to make something out of it?”
Superman turned to see that sure enough, every eye in the mall was on him and the large girl in front of him. And what a girl! She was pumped up with incredible, feminine muscles from head to toe, was barely wearing any clothes to conceal those mighty muscles and was drop dead gorgeous. Of course he also figured she was the one being talked about on the 911 calls. Some girl was bulletproof, looking to terrorize the mall. Something he figured he could handle of course and while her beauty caused him to pause; he still felt he could control this situation, even as his member felt an unexpected tingle.
“Well, young lady, it appears that you’ve got the attention you desired. Now we can do this the hard way or do this the easy way, your choice.”
Wanda smiled. Now THAT was a very inviting choice. Licking her lips, Wanda replied.
“I’m thinking more the hard way or the VERY hard way.”
Even as he could feel his pulse unexpectedly race, Superman sighed. Who was this girl anyway? And as Wanda moved forward, her massive muscles surging to unthinkable levels, she made the decision for him. Wanda went for…
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