Chapter #7Mother love by: Millie   Wendy's mother, Penelope, was aware of her daughter's lust for power and encouraged her. She used a variety of products her company developed to make her daughter beautiful and shapely. But no matter how beautiful and sexy she became, she always wanted more. One day her mother took her to her company's secret laboratory. For years, her company had been working on developing a formula to create a super soldier for the government. Just as they had reached a breakthrough, the government decided to cut the budget. Outwardly, Penelope ordered the project to be destroyed, but secretly moved it to a secret location, intending to use it on her daughter. "Where are we going, Mom!" Wendy asked nervously, not liking that her mother had dragged her to the middle of nowhere. "To give you power!" Penelope announced, making Wendy smile wickedly. In the laboratory, Wendy was put into a cell and tied to a bed. The scientists closed the cell. Ready to activate it.
The machine started to beep, lights flashing and the room filled with an eerie glow. Wendy felt a strange sensation, something she never felt before. Her body began to change. Her muscles grew and swelled, stretching her skin tightly. She watched in amazement as veins snaked their way across her biceps and her abs popped out. Her breasts remained the same size but firmer, pushing against the fabric of her shirt. Her thighs thickened and her butt got smaller as her body redefined into a powerful form. The transformation was painful but exhilarating. The pain subsided, leaving behind a body that was no longer just that of a pretty cheerleader, but a true goddess.
Her skin took on a glow that made her look otherworldly, and her hair grew longer, flowing down her back in thick waves. Her eyes, once a simple brown, had changed to a piercing blue that seemed to glow with power. The changes didn't stop there; her nails grew longer. She felt invincible, like she could take on the world.
As Wendy's transformation continued, her legs elongated, sculpting into lean, powerful limbs that could surely run for miles without tiring. Her calves bulged with newfound strength, and her feet, once dainty in their cheerleading shoes, were now firmly planted, ready to stride with confidence. Her arms toned up, the biceps flexing involuntarily, and her hands grew more dextrous, capable of gripping anything with unyielding force.
Her clothes, once snug and highlighting her curves, were now stretching beyond their limits. The fabric of her shirt ripped and tore under the pressure of her growing muscles, exposing her newfound power. Her once tight shorts shredded, revealing legs that could leap over buildings in a single bound. The laces of her sneakers snapped, the shoes themselves straining to contain her newfound might.
Wendy felt her face morph as well, her cheekbones sharpening and her jawline becoming more defined. Her nose grew slightly smaller and her lips fuller, giving her a look of untouchable perfection. Her freckles remained, scattered across her nose and cheeks, but they only served to enhance the aura of beauty that now surrounded her.
Her abdomen began to tighten as if a sculptor's hand was chiseling away at marble. One by one, her abs grew in number until she had eight, each one perfectly defined and rippling with power. Her stomach was now a tableau of strength, a canvas that displayed her newfound might. The elastic of her destroyed shorts dug into her hips, which had also grown more pronounced, emphasizing the stark contrast between her lean waist and curving hips.
But the most dramatic change occurred in her chest. Wendy's breasts grew larger, swelling until they were an E cup, the fabric of her shirt no longer able to contain them. They grew firm and full, the weight of them surprisingly comfortable against her ribs. It was as if they had always been meant to be this size. They defied gravity, standing proud and high on her chest, the new epitome of beauty and power. Her nipples had hardened to sharp points, sensitive to the cool air of the laboratory, and she felt a strange thrill at their newfound sensitivity.
As the transformation reached its peak, the light grew so bright that Wendy had to close her eyes. When she opened them again, the world looked different. Everything was more vivid, the colors brighter. She could hear whispers of the scientists talking in the background, their words clear as if they were speaking directly into her ear. And she could feel...everything. The fabric of her ruined clothes, the cool metal of the bed frame, the beat of her own heart echoing in her chest.
Her mother, Penelope, rushed into the cell, her eyes wide with excitement and a hint of fear. "Wendy, are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Wendy looked down at her transformed body, a smug smile playing on her fuller, more defined lips. "Okay? I'm more than okay, Mom," she said, her voice now a sultry purr that resonated with power. "I am SUPER!" She stood from the bed, her new muscles rippling with each movement. The remnants of her cheerleading outfit clung to her, shredded by the power that now surged through her veins.
Her height had increased significantly; she now towered over the scientists, who had all taken a step back in awe and trepidation. Her posture had shifted, her shoulders back and her chin held high, a silent declaration of her newfound superiority. The once 5'6" girl now stood at a majestic 6'1", making her feel like a true titan among mortals. Wendy stretched her arms out, the sound of fabric ripping echoing through the laboratory as her muscles bulged further.
Flexing her body, she watched the muscles dance and shift beneath her now flawless skin. Her biceps bulged as she bent her arms, the veins standing out like rivers on a map. Her legs trembled slightly as she tested her newfound strength, the muscles in her thighs and calves pulsing with energy. She could feel the power in every fiber of her being, a heady mix of excitement and arrogance coursing through her veins.
At the gym, Wendy felt the cool metal of the barbell under her palms, the weight of it seemingly negligible in her newfound strength. She smirked as the scientists watched her from the sidelines, their expressions a mix of fear and admiration. Her heart raced with anticipation as she loaded the bar with weights, each plate clinking into place with a sound that was music to her ears. The heaviest weight she could lift as a mere mortal was now a mere warm-up.
"More," she demanded, her voice echoing through the cavernous space. The scientists hastened to obey, their eyes darting to Penelope for approval. She nodded, a proud smile playing on her lips as she watched her daughter's insatiable desire for power unfold. The barbell groaned under the increasing weight, the metal bending ever so slightly under the immense pressure, but not once did Wendy flinch.
With a snarl, she lifted the weight, her muscles coiling and releasing in a symphony of power. The barbell shot upwards, the plates spinning briefly before settling at the apex of her lift. The scientists gasped collectively, their eyes wide with a mix of terror and awe. The weight she had just lifted was more than any of them could have imagined possible.
Wendy held the 4,100-pound barbell aloft with a single hand, her arm perfectly straight, the weight seemingly lighter than a feather to her. She felt the power surging through her, a delightful warmth that made her feel as if she could lift the world itself. The metal barbell, which was bent slightly under the immense weight, was now perfectly straight in her grip. She reveled in the moment, her teeth bared in a feral grin, her eyes gleaming with the light of her newfound strength.
Her hand began to move, twisting the weight plates as if they were paper. The metal shrieked and groaned in protest, the screws holding them in place straining to the breaking point. The scientists watched, frozen in place, as the barbell twisted and contorted in her grip. The sound was deafening in the silent gym, the only other noise being the frantic beeping of the machines as they recorded the impossible.
Wendy laughed smugly, the sound echoing off the gleaming metal surfaces, a sharp contrast to the cacophony of the straining barbell. She felt like a goddess, her every action imbued with a power that could only be dreamed of by mere mortals. Her laugh grew louder, filling the room, as she reveled in her newfound dominance.
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