Chapter #3Whole vial by: Unknown Kesha thought that after all had already had far worse hangover. Then he uncorked the mysterious bottle and drank the entire contents of a cane, without leaving a drop. After drinking all that whiskey flavor mischievous and divine, and have supported the bottle on the one hand, Kesha felt in heavenly ecstasy. Then he realized that his whole body was wrapped in a golden glow.
"No way," Kesha gasped as she felt a strange tingling beginning to wash over her body.
A moment later, the tingling turned into a pleasant warmth that seemed to slowly be filling her, warming her from the inside out. Every one of her muscles felt warm...and as though it were being massaged from the inside out. It was a strange, though almost pleasurable sensation.
"What is happening to me..." Kesha asked herself. "I feel like I'm growing ..."
Indeed, almost as if on cue, the feeling of warmth changed, becoming something more. Every fiber of Kesha's body suddenly felt...energized. Alive. She'd never felt anything quite like it before.
Just then, Kesha's muscles all seemed to go incredibly tense, then swell up. She gasped as she could actually feel herself getting stronger. She looked down at her arm, eyes going wide as she saw that it looked a bit firmer...more muscular. This was happening over her entire body.
"YES," Kesha laughed, "It's wonderful!"
Then Kesha realized that the changes were still happening. Her body was continuing to get stronger...more muscular. But that wasn't all. Her clothes were starting to feel tight on her, almost painfully so. She looked down and let out a gasp at the sight of two breasts pushing out against her shirt, at least two cup sizes larger than she had been.
"Oh yeah," Kesha grinned excitedly as she grabbed hold of her larger breasts, feeling them continuing to grow.
Kesha winced at the pinching from her clothes and started to undo her pants. While she was doing so, she noticed that her pant lets were several inches higher than they should be. But before she could get her pants all the way off, she heard a ripping sound, which was followed by a releasing of pressure around her top. Her shirt had torn badly, and it looked like her pants were soon to follow so she scrambled to pull the too tight piece of clothing off even quicker.
As Kesha saw the way her socks were beginning to stretch around her feet, she thought that it was a good thing that she'd taken her shoes off some time earlier. But a moment later, her socks began to stretch to the breaking point...and then beyond, leaving her standing there with only the tatters of clothing that she had been wearing remaining.
But still, Kesha continued to grow, if anything even more rapidly than before. She gasped as everything seemed to be shrinking around her, then grinned in delight at the strange sense of power that was filling her very being. Her whole body was swelling up with size and muscle, becoming much more shapely as well.
When it finally seemed to stop, Kesha remained motionless for a moment before looking down at herself and gasping, "I'm...I'm HUGE!" She stood there a moment longer her new 8 foot 10 glory, feeling in awe of how small everything looked around her.
Kesha gasped her now large and shapely breasts, then slowly ran her hands over her now rock hard body. Every inch of her seemed ready to burst with muscle...muscle and power. Her hands settled on her abs which had become a well defined six pack, then she continued to move them over the rest of her muscles.
"Oh my God," she grinned in delight, flexing a bicep and seeing a massive bulge appear. "I can't believe how strong I feel..." Kesha grinned, feeling as if she could do anything... She'd never imagined that she could feel that bursting with energy.
On an impulse, Kesha leaned over, wrapping her arms around her dresser and lifting it off the ground with ease. Normally she wouldn't even be able to budge it. She set the dresser back down, feeling even more excited.
Kesha laughed in delight.
Then Amanda suddenly realized what it was that she needed. A mirror. She hurried out of her bedroom, having to duck to avoid hitting her head. The doorway seemed so small to her now, as did everything else. That just made her grin even more broadly.
When Kesha looked at her reflection, she let out a gasp of amazement...and delight. Her body was ripped with well defined muscle, yet at the same time managed to look even more feminine and sexy than ever before. His face was even more beautiful, and her hair had grown even longer, more lustrous.
"I'm a goddess...," Kesha gasped, then laughed, "I'm a fucking goddess...." She flexed her muscles at that, loving the power that she felt within them. She was definitely the strongest woman in the world!
However, Kesha still wanted to try her new strength out. She ran outside, not even bothering to put any clothes on, knowing that nothing that she had would even fit her now. But at the moment, she didn't care. She had nothing to be ashamed of now. NOTHING.
Once outside, Kesha It went to the first car he saw, staring at it for a moment with a smirk and deciding that this would be a good test. She moved to the front of the car and braced herself, then started to lift. Kesha had to grunt with a bit of effort at first, but the whole front end of the car lifted off the ground. It was even easier than she would have thought. The front wheels were nearly a foot above the pavement before she put it back down.
"Oh yeah," Kesha laughed loudly, no longer caring if anyone saw or heard her. "I am a GODDESS."
Kesha grinned triumphantly, knowing that the world was now hers. No one could mess with her now, and once they saw her, they wouldn't even dare. She could do anything she wanted and no one would be strong enough to stop her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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