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By MagnusMagneto ( www.magnusmagneto.com )
1.) Hercules and Atlas
End of March, Summit of Mount Olympus.
The pantheon of Greek gods and goddesses—a fair number of them at least—sat in a wide circle of massive stone thrones. Poseidon, Hades, Hera, Ares, Athena, Apollo, Aphrodite, Hermes, and Artemis were all present. Other figures were there as well, such as the mighty hero Hercules and the titan Atlas.
Beverly had been here before – in this dreamscape. It didn’t matter if such a location actually existed, or if a gathering like this ever occurred. The lack of gods like Hestia was also irrelevant. All that mattered was the subjective reality of the subconscious world Beverly had stepped into. These dreams were always extremely lucid for Beverly, and could often be recalled with precise accuracy. Many nights had been spent hanging around these powerful beings. Sometimes Beverly merely witnessed their power firsthand – coping a feel of Hercules’s mighty biceps, or watching Artemis engage in the hunt. Other times she was granted a small boon – a fraction of Atlas’s strength, or Hermes’s speed – just for that visit. Others still, things would be switched up: maybe Hera would steal Zeus’s thunderbolts for her own use.
But none of these past fantasies compared to what lay ahead. Except today, Beverly wasn’t actually present on Mount Olympus. Instead, she was a transient force, watching from afar.
At the center, flanked by these mythological beings was Betty. Here, Betty was larger, brighter, and better than ever before. The few blemishes she possessed in real life were absent from Beverly’s subconscious recollection.
Standing next to Betty were the mighty hero Hercules and the titan Atlas. Both men were supremely muscular – larger than any living male bodybuilder; their biceps held at least 30 inches of pure muscle each; and needless to say – each square inch of flesh contained far more strength than a regular human’s. Such size was fitting, as both men were known to have literally held the collective weight of the world on their shoulders in certain stories.
While Betty was impressive, there was no doubt that next to these men she was quite small. In fact, Betty was notably less muscular than almost all of the male gods (sans Hades and Hermes – whom Beverly imagined as slender and lithe) – though she edged out the females.
An immensely powerful voice filled the air, “It has been decided that you are the most worthy.” It thundered.
Suddenly, both Atlas and Hercules knelt down, their heads now resting beneath Betty’s.
The voice spoke again, “Place a hand on a shoulder each.” It ordered.
Betty complied. Even her large fingers seemed small in comparison to the massive deltoids of the men.
“Now claim what is yours.” The voice commanded.
Betty nodded. She closed her eyes, as did both of the men, and suddenly…
The massive muscles on the mens’ frames began to shrink, while Betty’s conversely grew. Somehow, they were surrendering their very strength to Betty, who was eagerly accepting it. With each passing moment, they continued to slowly shrink, while Betty’s huge frame gained pound after pound of pure muscle. Her arms expanded several inches, the already comically large biceps within them approaching a human head in their circumference; her deltoids were more akin to large pumpkins – flanking a widening back that threatened to soon compare with one capable of literally carrying the world on it.
The sensation of absorbing such power was beyond compare, and Betty’s expression was that of pure sexual ecstasy; she bit down on her large pouty bottom lip; clenched her eyes and teeth shut, and fought with all her might to suppress moans of orgasm. Atlas and Hercules’ faces also featured clenched teeth, but their expression denoted overwhelming pain, held back only by a dutiful desire to remain stoic. An exaggerating sound similar to leather twisting filled the room as Betty’s muscles continued to grow as Beverly’s mind gave more life and relatability to the situation.
It wasn’t just size that Betty was siphoning; the supernatural force that empowered the mens’ muscles manifold times was being transferred into her as well. As a result, Betty’s muscles appeared not only harder and more ripped, but fuller and more vibrant as well. A supernatural glow began to emit from Betty’s skin, denoting that she was truly becoming a being of divine caliber. Hercules and Atlas on the other hand slowly looked less supernatural, and closer to ‘human’ by the moment.
More and more strength came into Betty’s possession. To accommodate the increasing amount of muscle on her body, Betty’s limbs began to lengthen, as her entire frame stretched out – growing taller by the moment. Unsurprisingly, Hercules and Atlas’s bodies shrank downward to match their dwindling physiques. Beverly’s science-oriented mind considered how Betty would surely need to steal strength from their bones, arteries, and cardiovascular system to accommodate her soon-to-be inhuman physique. And so it happened – Betty’s entire body would be fortified to withstand the impossible amount of strength it would soon wield.
As the transfer continued, Betty’s hands no longer looked as small atop Hercules and Atlas’s shoulders. Due to the overwhelming flood of pleasure, Betty ended up gripping them more tightly than she intended, and due to the changing balance of power, accidentally inflicted pain in the process. Betty’s grip physically melding the mens’ once-supernatural deltoids was another indicator of her growing might.
And then Beverly realized something else: The ‘god-factor’ or ‘hero-factor’ for lack of a better term, that made Hercules and Atlas’s muscles innumerous times more powerful than human’s, was also transferred into Betty… But BOTH of them had surrendered this. Which must have meant that Betty had twice this effect…
The rate of muscle transfer seemed to speed up as well. Betty was soon becoming outrageously large, and her frame approached seven feet of height.
At last, Atlas and Hercules had finished giving what they could to the new goddess among them. The sheer amount of muscle on Betty’s frame was staggering. She had taken approximately 60% of all the muscle directly from their bodies. By her lazy dream-state math, Beverly estimated that Betty’s arms were well over 50 inches in circumference, of ripped, pulsing, and bulging muscle. Of course, biceps of such size were anatomically impossible and downright cumbersome, but in this fantasy they were just as functional as ever.
Unable to help herself, Betty slowly flexed her right arm, a network of muscle tendons that were wider and thicker than Beverly’s fingers rippled to life; the deep blue veins feeding super-charged nutrients expanded in agreement; and a massive ball of power – far larger than Betty’s own head – rose to its full glory, a split deep enough to pour water into emerging from the center of its mass. The mere sight of Betty’s newly acquired bicep was enough to cause even the gods of Mt. Olympus to tremble slightly; and for Beverly—snugly asleep back in reality—to become extremely wet.
Betty’s proportions were beyond heroic. Her upper half was more than twice as wide as her comparatively small waist, though her midsection had also thickened to accommodate the runway of bowling-ball sized abdominals protecting her torso. Each of her titanic legs contained more muscle mass than an average athletic male, with a girth the size of a well-grown oak tree.
As for Atlas and Hercules: their physiques were still sinewy and ripped – far greater than the average man’s – yet they both completely paled in comparison to the newly enhanced Betty. The power coursing through Betty’s body was beyond the scope of mere words: both Atlas and Hercules were each capable of literally carrying the entire weight of the world on their shoulders; now Betty possessed their strength combined. In Beverly’s mind, this meant that Betty was now capable of lifting the world with a single arm.
“Feel free to explore your power.” The booming voice said.
Betty nodded. She brought her hands back, the vast expanse of muscle in her chest stretching out in response, the valleys of muscle in her vast back scrunching into shapes and designs that should have been impossible, and with a burst of effort, clapped her hands together; a vast shock wave of sound louder than thunder filled the air, the sheer force of it caused the ground itself to quake and tremble.
“And that was only a fraction of my strength.” Betty noted out loud, looking down at the network of sinewy muscles in her forearm.
The voice spoke again: “Good. That power is more suited for you than them. Now. Perhaps some balance. Step forth Aphrodite.”
2.) Aphrodite and Athena
The goddess of beauty came off of her chair and approached the hulking Betty. Aphrodite lived up to her namesake: in Beverly’s dreamscape, she possessed an impossibly curvaceous hourglass: a set of hips and breasts so wide and so round that movement should have been an impossibility. Of course, this was accentuated by a clarity of skin and facial structure beyond that of any living human. Kneeling would have made the goddess too short for Betty to comfortably take hold of, so she bowed her head instead.
“You know what must be done.” The booming voice prompted.
Betty nodded. She bent down and placed a hand on top of Aphrodite’s head. Both girls closed their eyes and…
Fortunately for the goddess of beauty, she didn’t have enough muscle to contribute to Betty. Instead, the metaphysical aura of beauty and vitality surrounding her began to slowly dim. Conversely, Betty’s skin—which was already flawless—began to glow slightly. This process continued: Aphrodite became more dim, while Betty grew more luminescent. Betty’s far larger body displayed these qualities on a grander scale than Aphrodite could hope to.
The sensation of absorbing this aura was distinctly different than that of gaining Hercules and Atlas’s strength, but it was just as pleasurable. Likewise, Aphrodite suffered in a similar vein to the men.
Soon, the next attribute exchange revealed itself: Aphrodite’s immense hips began to shrink down; conversely, Betty’s already impressive pair started to widen further. Due to the scale of their bodies, every cup size that Aphrodite lost, Betty gained threefold; every inch of hip size the goddess surrendered, Betty claimed fourfold. And since Betty already held a very curvaceous form, she was now proportionately even more desirable than Aphrodite initially was.
Beverly mused how this exchange created more ‘net beauty’; and since the architect of the dream thought this, so did the other members of the pantheon.
Even Betty’s flowing golden locks began to grow, cascading down her flaring back, eventually tapering off at her waist. Her hair, which had always been lustrous, now literally emanated light; and while she couldn’t touch it, Beverly simply knew that it was softer than any substance in existence.
The transfer soon came to its close, as Betty received the last vestiges of Aphrodite’s supernatural beauty. Betty’s exaggerated muscles complimented and further accented her now-extreme curves. Her skin now glowed with ethereal luminescence, and the blue of her eyes had grown so vividly intense that Beverly’s mind presumed they would still be visible even in pitch black darkness.
Then Beverly thought of something else: Surely Aphrodite had some kind of ‘god-factor’ herself that granted a degree of superhuman strength? While she couldn’t compare to Hercules, surely the goddess was stronger than any mere mortal man… Even if this wasn’t actually the case in mythological history, it was Beverly’s dream, and she made it so.
Aphrodite in turn offered up her ‘god-factor’, transferring it directly into Betty’s awaiting form. The goddess’s body began to look looser and less firm, no longer appearing to be marble covered in flesh. Betty’s on the other hand became even more vibrant, as if the muscles themselves had grown denser, and were exuding that much more energy.
But of course, since Betty had arms surpassing 50 inches of circumference, then surely Aphrodite’s god-factor would scale up that much more inside of its new host… This also meant that Betty now had three doses of this ‘godfactor’, each one empowering a base musculature greater than even Atlas possessed… And considering that Atlas with his god-factor could literally shoulder the weight of the entire planet… The sheer amount of power now available to Betty was incalculable, even to Beverly – but she found it immensely arousing all the same.
The end result was a Betty Bussey whose beauty and strength surpassed what any artist could ever hope to capture, and yet Beverly had so much more in mind.
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The thunderous voice spoke again: “Such power and beauty need to be tempered. Athena, it is your turn.”
Commonly known as the goddess of war, Athena was also a paragon of wisdom and justice. She walked with a level of dignified grace only possible of a goddess. Athena—despite being the goddess of war—seemed so small, insignificant, and even weak in comparison with the overwhelming Betty. In the same fashion as Aphrodite, Athena bowed her head before Betty, signifying she was ready to make her contribution.
Once again, Betty placed her hand on the head of the goddess in front of her. They both closed their eyes and…
Another transfer was underway, and while Betty appeared to be in heavenly bliss, while Athena was struggling with pain, neither woman physically changed. This was because the transformation was entirely mental. Athena was surrendering her wisdom, her supreme sense of justice, and her mastery of warfare to the larger woman.
Beverly once again recalled the god-factor, which made even more sense in Athena’s case, given her title of war goddess. This naturally led to Betty usurping this factor, which made Athena’s supple body sag slightly, while Betty’s grew even denser, exuding further energy.
The transfer finished – it was the shortest yet due to the mental nature of it.
This was harder for Beverly to physically envision, but nonetheless Betty looked wiser, as if she had a calmer air around her. This, in turn, somehow led to an even more dominant, matronly feeling around her. Athena shrank away from the new uber-god, knowing fully well that at least her contribution would ensure that the world was safer.
And of course, Betty now had the equivalent of four god-factors coursing through her body. Just how much strength was that anyways? What if the god-factors could compound on one another, granting Betty strength far beyond even what Beverly was initially calculating? It was all too much for the dreaming girl to handle, and she shifted her attention to continuing the dream.
3.) Hermes and Apollo
The voiced called out again: “Hermes and Apollo.”
Hermes—messenger of the gods, known for his swiftness granted by his enchanted winged sandals—disappeared from his throne and reappeared in front of Betty in the blink of an eye, taking a kneeling position. This effect was how Beverly imagined his super-agility would look like. Apollo followed suit, though with comparatively much slower speed.
While the muscle’s on the Apollo’s frame were tiny in comparison to Betty’s, they were still larger than an average male bodybuilder’s. Hermes on the other hand was fairly ripped, his arms likely would have measured close to 15 inches, but seemed boyish next to Apollo (and downright puny stacked up to Betty).
The voice thundered: “Your equipment.”
The men both nodded. Hermes was the first to make his offering. A moment passed, and suddenly the winged sandals disappeared from his feet, then reappeared beneath Betty’s perfect toes.
“Go ahead and test your new power.” The voice offered.
Betty nodded, then suddenly disappeared. A few moments passed, then Betty returned with a huge chunk of ice in her hands; her body appeared to have a blue vanere around it, and the men near her could sense ———
“It’s from the top of Mount Everest.” Betty explained calmly before instantly crushing it within her grasp.
“But.. But how!?” Hermes sputtered. He was the first to speak other than Betty and the booming voice commanding everything. “Even I couldn’t reach that summit and return here in such little time.”
Betty shrugged. “My guess is since I have the power of four gods, the sandals can enable me to move that much faster.”
It didn’t matter how much sense it made – Beverly’s mind agreed with the explanation, and it became objective fact in this dreamscape.
Apollo quivered, “And soon you will have the power of six gods, meaning you will be that much faster.”
Betty nodded in agreement.
Apollo spoke again, “Then please, Goddess Betty – I have little but my lyre and my chariot, but they are yours, Goddess Betty.” The man said kneeling, presenting the musical instrument to her.
Betty calmly nodded once more, the mere motion caused a muscular cascade to ripple throughout her form. With Athena and Aphrodite’s grace she clutched the lyre and held it up, and began to strum it. The melody surpassed anything that even Apollo himself had managed to create, the wondrous sound captivating the senses of all the gods and goddesses present.
“Mighty as you are, once you acquire my skills, you will create that much more glorious a sound.” Apollo said.
Not another word was needed. Both Apollo and Hermes knelt down before Betty. She placed her hands on both of their heads, and another transfer was underway. First the excess of Apollo’s muscles were siphoned into Betty; the magnificent blonde felt that immense sensation of pleasure accompanying it. With each passing moment, Apollo continued to slim down, while Betty’s muscles conversely grew to even more immense heights. As with the other gifts, each added inch of muscle meant that Aphrodite’s beauty, and the collected god-forces were proportionately increased that much further.
Before long, Betty’s arms reached 55 inches of circumference – all of it pure muscle. Of course, such an outrageous limb was all but impossible, yet Beverly’s mind was still able to envision it.
Then men had shrunk down to sizes comparable with Hercules and Atlas; that is to say, they were still ripped, but no longer heroic in stature.
“Goddess Betty, please try your wondrous hand at the lyre again.” Apollo requested, still bowing his head.
Betty nodded and began to strum the lyre once more; this time the sound was enough to instill pure emotion into the hearts and minds of all listening, instantly moving even of the most hardened gods to tears. The performance continued for a short while, until Betty realized that everyone around her was weeping, completely overcome by an emotional force they couldn’t temper, prompting her to stop so the rest of the dream could continue. With a thought, the lyre disappeared from her hands. At any time she wished, Betty could re-summon the instrument instantly from the ether.
After a few moments, the thunderous voice finally spoke again, “Hades and Poseidon – you’re unfit to rule your domains when such a being as this exists. You know what must be done.”
The de facto ruler of the ocean, and emperor of the underworld rose from their seats and descended towards Betty.
Poseidon possessed a heroic build, similar to what Hercules once had – although not as physically strong. Hades on the other hand had a svelte and powerful form, similar to Hermes before Betty siphoned some of his muscle. Despite standing well over six feet tall with arms holding more than 20 inches of muscle, Poseidon looked minuscule next to Betty. And now that Betty had absorbed five god-factors, she doubtlessly held more strength in one finger than Poseidon did in his entire body; but this did not exempt him from making his own offering to the newest goddess on the block.
The king of seas summoned his iconic trident, knelt down, and held the weapon up in offering to Betty. Likewise, the ruler of the underworld summoned an ebony sword (something Beverly had invented for symbolic reasons), and also yielded it to the overwhelming figure. Betty reached down and grasped both weapons; they seemed diminutive next to her massive arms.
It was now known to all that Betty was now the ruler of both the oceans and the underworld itself. Of course, even before this surrender, one had to wonder if Poseidon or Hades could have resisted if Betty wished to claim them for herself.
With a thought, Betty made the offered weapons vanish in the same fashion she dismissed Apollo’s lyre. She turned her attention to the next task at hand: the remaining power of the men in front of her. Not another word was needed: it was simply known that Betty desired their power; and the men themselves—along with every other witness—wanted to behold an even greater Betty.
Hades and Poseidon lowered their heads and awaited what came next.
This transfer was quicker than the others, perhaps due to Betty’s increasing power, or due to Beverly’s own impatience. Either way, more power flowed into Betty, and her muscles grew accordingly. To accommodate this, her frame soon surpassed 7 feet of height. Betty’s muscles had become so outrageously large that their lines of definition appeared to be entirely new muscles; which, in themselves, had their own striations and budding valleys. In a sense, Betty’s massive split biceps had peaks within their peaks.
The network of veins supporting these muscles (which may have been unnecessary at this point thanks to Betty’s accumulated god-powers, but Beverly hadn’t pondered such things) were now like small ropes, snaking their way across the unending criss-crosses of muscular power. Betty’s cardiovascular system had become so effective at its task that her heart beat at a startlingly slow and steady pace; each pump circulating untold amounts of ultra-powered plasma throughout her entire body.
Soon the transfer was complete. Hades and Poseidon were reduced to moderately impressive physiques, while Betty was even more unfathomably powerful.
The men skulked away back to their thrones.
Betty took inventory of her new form and slowly tensed her right bicep. As Betty flexed the 67 inch arm, a low rumbling sound could be heard – the mere act of tensing her arm was causing the ground to tremble slightly; or perhaps the molecules of the air itself were being disrupted from the gathering of potential energy.
With seven doses of god-factor backing her strength up, Beverly estimated that with a concentrated punch, Betty could literally sunder the Earth in half.
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