"I want you to make me SUPER strong!" Sharon commanded, with Brian's puny wrist still in her mighty grip.
"S...s...super...strong?" Brian stammered.
"You heard me! I'm not going back to the way I was. I am a sister with the strength to knock over your house whenever she felt like it, so dont make me do it to you. Besides, don't you want to see how far you can take me?"
Sharon had a point. Of course she had a point--she'd just become one of the smartest people in the world. She knew how to string together an argument. And if Brian was going to have to supercharge Sharon's mind or body--since it was looking like he wasn't getting away without giving her a boost--he figured it was safer to make her a bodybuilder. Maybe then she'd be smart enough to appreciate what she had and leave him alone.
Immediately, Sharon felt a wave of power sweep through her. Her muscles started growing, and growing, and she started getting taller too. She had never been much of an athlete, below average even for a girl, and her arms had always been soft, even when she tried, half-jokingly, to flex them. But now distinct muscles were forming along her arm, biceps that were becoming larger and larger, balls of muscle that were becoming as large as Brian's, and then, as he watched in amazement, larger. But they weren't just large. They were also becoming harder and denser, not just in her arms, but all over her body. Her abs were becoming tight and defined, replacing the soft, feminine fat she had always wished she could do away with, and her legs were becoming shapely and strong. Shapely, strong, and much longer, too, as she neared Brian in height and then passed him.
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