With her blond hair and blue eyes, Kristen had already looked the part of the classic Supergirl. Her new enhancement had only increased that. But what if it had gone all out? What if she was indeed a true Supergirl. That errant thought came to the forefront of Brian's mind without him really noticing. It wasn't until he heard Myridia's voice inside his head again that he knew it was enough.
"Granted."
Returning his full attention to Kristen, Brian's eyes widened as he watched her continue to do presses. She was changing again. The first thing he noticed was that she was seemingly growing taller. Her strong, muscle packed legs seemed to lengthen, her powerful thighs becoming less bulky with the added space. Her whole body joined in on the growth until she finally topped out at around 6'3", her muscles still the same size, though looking more like that of a high end fitness model or lightweight bodybuilder due to her increased height. Though that didn't last.
As she continued to lift the heavy weight, her muscles began to bulge, increasing in size and definition. Muscles that were far harder than steel grew along her body, from her wide hips, to her trim waist, to her broad shoulders, giving her a ripped, powerful, yet shapely hourglass figure. Her skin, proudly showing her shredded muscle darkened to a golden tan, perfectly complemented by her hair which grew down her powerful back like spun gold.
Taking a breath, Brian slowly walked around her. Taking in the sight before him, he nearly fainted. While Kirsten had been very attractive before, she was now stunning. In truth, the changes to her face were fairly subtle, but enough to blow him away. Her lips were just a bit fuller, her cheekbones just a bit higher, her nose just a bit more....perfect. And her eyes... Originally, they had been a pale, almost sky blue. But now, they were deeper, clearer, and almost glowing with barely contained power.
"Holy God," Brian breathed out, barely noticing the voice in his head correcting him. "Goddess," Myridia said.
All the while, Kristen barely noticed the changes happening to her body, focusing on the weight in her hands. A weight that had seemingly vanished. Knitting her eyebrows in confusion, she looked down at the bar. It still looked the same. Yeah, 400 pounds. And yet, it felt like she was lifting a paperclip or something like that. Her eyes widened as she saw her further enhanced body.
"Omigod!" she yelped, dropping the weight with a resounding crash as she turned towards the nearest mirror.
"Oh. My. God," she said softly, her hands running up her shredded eight pack to her full breasts(easily DDs) that were straining her top. Now that her mind was clear, she could now focus on her body. It was....incredible. The feeling of power and....invincibility. She felt like she could do anything. And it wasn't just her body. Her senses were beyond what they had been. Sight, hearing, smell...it was like she had taken off a blindfold and earplugs. Again, incredible.
Turning towards Brian, she slowly walked towards him, unconsciously swaying her hips in a sultry manner. She easily towered over him by at least four or five inches, the power radiating off her. Brian gulped nervously, staring up at the vision of strength and beauty before him, unsure of what to do or say.
After a long moment, a smile came to Kristen's full lips. Reaching up, she gently placed her seemingly delicate hands on his shoulders. "Thank you," she said softly, hands that could crush steel gently squeezing his shoulders. "This is...amazing. Thank you." Without waiting for a response, she bent down slightly, her lips meeting his in a tender kiss. It was brief, though there was a hint of promise, if the look in her eyes and the wry smile on her lips were any indication.
"Well," Kristen began, giving his shoulders another squeeze before taking a step back, "it looks like working out here would be a waste of time. I mean, I doubt any of these weights would give these guns much of a challenge." For emphasis, she raised her hand, flexing a perfectly round bicep that was larger than a softball. "Still, we could have a little fun here, or...we could go back to your place or mine." The last bit said coyly.
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