Arnold had tried to blank out and was ignoring the last parts of her rant. The only thing on his mind was Whitney morphing into Thunderfox and how much that was a bad idea. He had closed his eyes to resist her speech. Deeper in his subconscious he had always felt she was too good for him and that she would never be his friend.

And just like before, what he wished against morphed into reality. He opened his eyes as Whitney let out a surprised shriek.

“Oh my god! What is happening to me? I feel so. So….”

Arnold opened his eyes as Whitney’s hair had changed to the same bright red color from the comics. Her shape barely changed, but she was clearly feeling the super strength coursing through her body. He sighed and finished her thought.

“Powerful?”

Whitney looked at Arnold a bit surprised. “Yeah. How did you know?”

Arnold shook his head. “Let’s just say this kind of thing could only happen in the comic books.”

Whitney looked her body over. No real changes on the outside. She looked back at Arnold. “Do you mean that I somehow gained the powers of Thunderfox?”

Arnold sighed. “Could be. And I suppose you hate me now too.”

Whitney giggled as she floated a few inches off the ground. “Holy crap, Arnold. I can fly! Or at least float.” Landing on her feat she looked at Arnold with a sweet smile that nearly melted his heart. “And of course I don’t hate you Arnold, in fact I’m guessing we could be a couple.”

Arnold gasped. Had one of his wishes actually worked out? He looked back at Whitney and blushed. With some major muscle, she would be even better. But before he firmed up any thoughts, Whitney’s fists lit up and she shot up a power blast into the ceiling, sending a small hole up through the roof. This caused everyone in the store to look her way. It also raised the attention of people outside the store.

Ignoring the stares and gasps from those around her, Whitney powered her fists down. “It seems you were right Arnold. I DO have the powers of Thunderfox. I wonder just how strong that makes me?”

Back outside Tricia was running out of patience. She had ripped off the rags from her jeans, leaving her in torn half shorts that barely covered any part of her muscular lower body. Her ass had swelled with muscle along with the rest of her body and the torn jeans barely covered half of her behind, exposing panties now practically pulled into a thong. She looked down at her tennis shoes and half socks, wondering how much more punishment they could take and smiled at the muscles bristling up and down her once rail thin legs.

Tricia rubbed her thick abs and marveled over the deep grooves and hard wedges covering her midsection. Taking a satisfying breath, her peach colored top groaned, acting more as a tube top than a shirt, stretching taught against her rippling pectorals and rock hard breasts. Her nipples pointed out hard and threatened to rip through the material, causing Tricia to giggle at the thought. She had never even dreamed of having this type of body with this type of strength. The small laugh expanded the rip down the center of her top, exposing more intimidating muscle cleavage. Tricia raised her right arm up and flexed her arm again, marveling at the softball sized mass resting on her arm. Her attention was quickly pulled back to the Comic Book shop as an energy bolt ripped through the roof and raced into the sky.

Tricia grit her teeth. “Arnold.”

She shook her head for allowing him to stay in there that long. Tricia had often gone in there with him, sharing some of his fanboy pleasures, including a few comic books. It was becoming clear that he was controlling others by his thoughts. And with so many different super heroes to chose from, who knows what he was going to do next. Jumping down the side of the building, Tricia landed with a thud in the alley and walked quickly across the street, entering the comic book store with purpose.

The manager of the shop was still in shock from the energy blast and was looking at the hole in the ceiling. His boss was going to kill him. Looking around, he saw Whitney standing over toward where the blast seemed to come from. As others in the store were still murmuring about what had happened, the bell rang as Tricia entered. The manager looked toward the door and his mouth opened involuntarily. There walking in was a 5 foot two inch beautiful girl with shoulder length brown hair and the biggest muscles he had ever seen in person. She looked ready to burst out of her clothes as she strode in, looking agitated. He shook his head as she drew closer.

“Tricia?”

Tricia turned toward the manager. “Hey Brad. Seen Arnold?’

Tricia ignored Brad’s stunned look as she pointed over to the long boxes. Tricia’s eyes followed his finger and she turned the corner quickly, spotting him at the end of the aisle. “There you are. What have you been up to?”

Whitney turned around as Arnold seemed to shrink. “Tricia? Is that you?’

Tricia sniffed. One of the reason’s she didn’t come into the store more often was she hated how Arnold and the other boys all fawned over Whitney. Looking up at the hole and back down at Whitney, Tricia looked around Whitney at Arnold.

“So you gave her powers did you? Or are you going to deny knowing anything about it?”

Arnold looked around as Tricia, Whitney and others in the store staring at him. “Uh, it seems she has the power of Thunderfox.”

Tricia scrunched her face. “Who?”

Whitney kept her eye on Arnold and glanced toward Tricia. “She’s from Femforce. Super strength, flight, can shoot energy bolts.”

Tricia fumed. “And you gave her these powers while you ran away from me after I saved your life twice?”

Arnold smiled weakly, looking back at Whitney. Perhaps he really had made the right choice. Whitney had stated that she liked him. That maybe they could be a couple. This was perfect. She would stay and protect him. She would never leave his side.