Her skin was flawless, glowing with a light that seemed to emanate from within. Her eyes had changed from their usual brown to a piercing blue that seemed to see into the very soul of anyone who dared to gaze into them. Her body was a work of art, sculpted by the very gods themselves. Her muscles were no longer hidden beneath layers of fat but were now proud and powerful, rippling with each movement she made. Her breasts had grown to a size that defied gravity, firm and round, with nipples that were perpetually erect and sensitive to the slightest touch of the silk fabric. Her ass had shrunk, leaving a small, tight bubble that she knew would drive anyone crazy.
Wendy's hands traveled down her body, feeling the new contours of her waist, which was now so small she could wrap her fingers around it easily. She traced the lines of her abs, feeling each one of the eight packs of muscles that had formed over her stomach. Her legs were long and powerful, and she knew she could run for hours without tiring. Her feet felt light as feathers, and she could feel the power in every step she took.
Her eyes fell to her breasts, which were now so large and firm that they spilled out of the robe. She cupped them in her hands, feeling the weight and warmth of them. Her nipples were like little pebbles, begging for attention. She pinched one gently, and a bolt of pleasure shot through her body. She felt herself getting wet with desire as she thought of all the things she could do with her newfound power. The feeling was strange and exhilarating, and she couldn't resist the urge to explore it further.
Wendy let the robe fall to the floor, revealing her naked body in all its glory. She stepped closer to the mirror, her eyes never leaving her reflection. She slid her hand down her stomach and over her mound, her fingers teasing the slick folds of her pussy. The sensation was intense, and she gasped as she slid one finger inside herself. She felt so tight, so powerful, and she knew that she was going to come harder than she ever had before.
Her other hand moved to her breasts, her fingers pinching and rolling her nipples. The pleasure was unbearable, and she threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she began to move her hips in a slow, sensual dance. Her moans grew louder with each passing second, and she could feel her orgasm building like a storm inside her. It was as if she was no longer a mere mortal, but a creature of pure sexual energy, a goddess of desire.
Her hand moved faster, her fingers plunging into her wetness, exploring the new landscape of her body. She felt like she was discovering herself for the first time, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her that was amplified by her new superhuman senses. Her legs began to shake, and she leaned against the mirror for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked into her own reflection. The girl staring back at her was no longer just a pretty face with a nice body; she was something more, something divine. Wendy's cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her eyes were blazing with power. Her hair, now a golden waterfall of silk, framed her face like a halo of light. The sight of herself, naked and untouchable, was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
Her hand moved faster, her hips bucking against her touch. The room grew hot, the air charged with the electricity of her desire. The mirror began to fog up, the condensation running down the glass in rivulets as she watched herself come alive with pleasure. Her body was a playground of sensations, each one more intense than the last.
The moment of climax was upon her, and she couldn't hold it back any longer. With a cry that was equal parts pleasure and power, she reached her peak. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, and she felt something strange begin to build deep within her. It was a pressure that grew and grew until it was too much to contain.
Splurge
Spluurge
Spluuurge
And then, with a suddenness that took even her by surprise, she came. A thick, almost custard-like substance erupted from between her legs, spurting out in a powerful arc that painted the mirror in front of her. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before, a physical manifestation of the power that now coursed through her veins. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and power that made her feel like she could do anything.
Her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, her legs buckling slightly. She watched in the mirror as the sticky substance continued to shoot out of her, covering her hand, the floor, and the wall with a warm, wet heat. It was a declaration of her sexual dominance, a testament to the strength of her new body.
Curiosity piqued, Wendy reached down with a trembling hand, her finger delicately tracing the path the cum had taken down her thigh. The sensation of the thick, warm fluid against her skin was unlike anything she had ever felt before. It was like a liquid emblem of her power, a tangible sign of her newfound abilities.
Her heart racing, she brought her finger to her mouth and tentatively licked at the substance. The taste was unlike anything she could have imagined—sweet, almost sugary, and with an undertone that was uniquely her. It was a flavor that was at once familiar and alien, and she found herself craving more. Wendy dipped her entire finger in the pool that had gathered at her feet and brought it to her mouth, savoring the taste as it coated her tongue.
The sweetness grew stronger as she swirled it around her mouth, and she felt a new kind of power surging within her. It was as if she had just eaten the most decadent dessert, yet the satisfaction was not just physical, it was visceral. Each swallow sent a wave of energy through her body, making her feel more alive than she had ever felt before. She dropped to her knees, lapping at the floor with the hunger of a beast, the taste of her own power driving her wild.
Her eyes widened with each mouthful, the realization of what she had become washing over her. The idea of sharing this feeling with anyone else was unthinkable; this was her secret, her gift. Wendy's mind raced with thoughts of the things she could do with these new abilities. The thought of the cheerleading squad, the popular kids at school, the professors who had looked down on her—how they would tremble before her now. The world was her playground, and she was going to make sure everyone knew it.
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