She got back up and looked at the mirror. Charlie was bigger. And stronger. And more muscular. If she were to compete with that, if she were to even make men like her, or respect her, she would need to become… Bigger? Well bigger with muscles perhaps.
She reached out and grabbed a handful of green candy and chewed quickly. As soon as she swallowed she could feel her body change. Her fat was melting away and being replaced by muscles under the remaining fat. Her body only looked a slightly different, but definitely firmer.
Smiling, she reached into the bowl with both hands and greedily ate more green candy, then a handful of black ones and a handful of brown ones. She felt a satisfying tingle rush through her body as the fat continued to melt away and get replaced by more and more muscle until the underlying muscle overcame the fat. Her shirt was now tight around her expanded shoulders, but hung down from her thick pectorals, leaving a large gap between the shirt and her nearly flat stomach. Reaching out, she ripped the shirt off her body and tore the bra off. Her stretch pants were kind of baggy, but oddly tight at her calves. She pulled them down and stepped out them as well. She gasped as she stared at her nearly naked body. She looked like a bodybuilder. Perhaps one in between seasons, but a big, bad female bodybuilder none the less. She pulled up her right arm and an 18 inch thick mass of muscle bulged above the plane of her arm.
“Wow, this is so cool. Uh, ring, how strong am I now?”
“You are as strong as three average men.”
Greta’s eyes lit up. “Am I stronger than Charlie?”
“Yes.”
She looked back at the candy. She was running out of fat to convert to muscle. And even her once large, though saggy, breasts were nearly gone as well, replaced by a thick set of pectorals. Grabbing some red and orange candy, Greta quickly munched down on them and to her satisfaction feminine curves ground into her muscles and firm, round breasts pushed their way pleasingly on her chest. A few more red and orange gave her a smoking hot, muscular body along with thick, flowing dark hair and clean, model perfect features. She still looked like Greta, only a photo shopped Greta.
Grabbing another hand full of green candy, Greta munched down and smiled as her muscles pushed a bit bigger and the fat receded down until she truly looked like a bodybuilding vixen. Her muscles were hard and strong, yet her curves were smooth and feminine. At 5 foot 6 her body was seemingly perfect. At least for the moment.
“Ring, now I want the black candy to just increase by muscle size.”
“Done.”
“I’d like to be in a form fitting red bikini.”
A beautiful, barely there red bikini appeared on her body causing Greta to giggle. She started to think about Charlie again. She’d be ready for him now. And he would have a hard time resisting her she thought. She could head to beach to show off and pull men she desired in her direction.
But maybe there were other men too. Other, super men. Her thoughts of being the biggest, sexiest, most powerful, unstoppable, irresistible girl in the world made her smile. As Mark had brought Superman to reality, he and other heroes were warped into existence and everyone simply assumed that was normal.
So as Greta looked at the candy and back into the mirror she decided to..
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