Cindy – A Female Muscle Growth Story

Cindy – A Female Muscle Growth Story

by MagnusMagneto

 

[Author’s Note:  This is the first story in a new era of MagnusMagneto.  My aim is to make all of these stories approachable and enjoyable without needing to reading any older tales – without leaving those characters totally behind.  Similar to how many comic books are structured.  It’s written to be read stand-alone, though it runs parallel to Holiday Cheer.  Even if you haven’t read the older stories, give this one a try.  And if you enjoyed it – you might like the Holiday Cheer series, and my other content as well.

As always, no political or philosophical commentary is intended, just sometimes part of a character’s identity.]

 

1.)  Cindy’s Gift

 

The letter made Cindy gaff, “Dear Cindy, my gift to you this Christmas is the opportunity to change the world.  The rules are simple:  Spread Holiday Cheer, and you will be rewarded.  Harm others, and you’ll have to start over,” signed by Santa.  Cindy shook her head as she thought about it.  This was ridiculous, Santa didn’t exist, and even if he did, what kind of game was this?

In Cindy’s mind, her mere existence brought cheer to others.  She came from genes she deemed superior, was voted most attractive in high school, and was constantly reassured by those around her that she enriched their lives.  And yet, Cindy had been challenged to spread more “Holiday Cheer” – told that should we be rewarded if she did so, but punished if she harmed others.  What did this really mean?  Wasn’t this how Cindy already lived?

Utterly stumped, Cindy implored the family butler, Alfred, who was forced to work this Christmas.  She stood before him – tall, beautiful, fashionably dressed, in the prime of her health and beauty.  “Alfred, what would it take to ‘spread Holiday Cheer’ to you?”  She asked, her voice vibrant and commanding.

Alfred, shorter than Cindy’s 5’10”, and nearing middle age, bit his tongue.  He hated the arrogant 19-year-old more than anyone else in the manor.  And he really didn’t want to deal with her on the Christmas day her family forced him to work.

Cindy placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a hard squeeze, defined muscles in her tanned forearms bunching up.  Alfred felt paralyzed.  Between her firm grip and hypnotizing gaze, Cindy was utterly domineering.  It didn’t matter that he was actually physically stronger than her, earned a decent income, and was considered handsome – in that moment, Cindy reigned supreme.

“I’ll rephrase.  I need to spread Holiday Cheer.  Now tell me exactly what you want, so I can make it happen.”  Cindy said.

“Uhhh…”

“No barriers,” Cindy tightened her grip and bit her bottom lip slightly, smirking, “no rules at all.  Just tell me exactly what you want, and I’ll give it to you – so long as it spreads cheer”

Cindy felt powerful.  Invincible even,’ she thought, ‘I could destroy this man’s life, or bring him the greatest pleasure he’s ever known.  And that’s entirely at my discretion.’  She often indulged in such grandiose musings.

A sweat broke out on Alfred’s forehead.  Was Cindy serious?  He played it safe and offered something appropriate: “I would like to go home and visit my family for Christmas, instead of working here.”

“That’s it?” Cindy smirked smugly.  ‘What a fool.  I would have given him things he can’t even dream of.  But he chose what he already has!  Too easy,’ she thought, inwardly chuckling.

He shrugged, “Yeah, that’s about it really.”

Her smirk deepened, “Good.  In that case Alfred, I order you to go home – as an act of Holiday Cheer.”  Cindy released her grip, and waved him away.

“What if your parents object?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Cindy crossed her arms and stood tall, leveraging her height advantage, “Now drop whatever you were doing and go home.  Immediately.”

Alfred shrugged again, “Fine by me.”

He collected his jacket and keys, eager to head home and enjoy the day off he should have had in the first place.  Alfred scurried towards the exit as quickly as possible, nearly tripping over himself.  But before he could escape, both of Cindy’s hands clasped down on his back.

“Before you go,” she started, enjoying the control she wielded over him, “Let’s make this crystal clear: you’re going to feel ‘Holiday Cheer’ if you get in that car and go home, right?”

“Yes.  I swear I will.  Thank you Cindy, really, I mean it,” he managed to sputter.

“Okay,” Cindy smirked as she let go, “Have fun.  See you tomorrow maybe.”

Alfred ran out the door and into his car, desperate to get out before Cindy changed her mind.

–

‘Come on.  Where is it?  Where’s the reward?’ Cindy thought to herself, impatiently tapping her foot.  Her mind was racing:  Is Santa going to deliver it personally?  Or will it arrive in the mail?  Does Santa use Amazon Prime?  Well, if Santa’s involved, then obviously it must be magic and then item could just materialize in front of me…  Or maybe it’s not a material object at all…  Maybe it’s-’

Cindy’s thoughts were interrupted by a strong sensation in her abdomen.  She was initially shocked, but realized it was warm and pleasurable.  The feeling spread from her torso into the rest of her body.  She felt good.  Then all at once, every muscle in her body screamed.  Cindy recognized the pleasure as endorphins.  She looked down at her arms, which weren’t covered by her sleeveless crop-top, and noticed they looked like she had just finished an intense workout.

“Hmm.  Not a bad reward,”  she said to herself, squeezing her right bicep, noting how hard it was.  She lifted her tight shirt, and grinned at how her small abs were visible from all angles now.

“Wonder if this is permanent or temporary?” Cindy wondered out loud, “Might not be worth bothering with this again if it wears off…”

Cindy was interrupted by a return of the feeling in her stomach.  It was more intense than last time.  She took in a deep, involuntary breath, and all at once, every muscle in her body swelled up further – reaching the largest size she’d ever seen them.  Thin veins coursed along her biceps now, pulsing and throbbing vigorously.

The pleasure intensified, and Cindy knew more was coming.  Every cell in her body was on fire; and she had never been more alive.   Her heart sped up and her eyes widened – was this really happening?  ‘Am I growing?’ her train of thought interrupted as the process continued.

Cindy’s bones crackled, she inhaled, and stretched her limbs outward in an exaggerated motion.  They were longer now.  Her muscles felt restless again.  Cindy arched back; her long, muscular torso shivered in anticipation.  Another flood of energy.  Overwhelmed, bit her bottom lip – drawing blood.

At last she came to, and stood down on the soles of her feet.  “Am I…  taller?” Cindy asked out loud, looking around the room before finally turning her gaze downward.  She let out a gasp at the sight of her muscular forearms, then noticed her newly minted biceps.

Enthralled, Cindy flexed her arms a few times, rubbing her hands against the hard muscles, chills running down her spine from the sensation.  They were shaped like lemons, and felt denser than stone.  She wondered how much stronger she was now, and better yet, what advantages would this give her in life?

Cindy finally looked down, and noticed that her bosom had grown – she not only gained at least half a cup size, but a developing set of pec muscles were pushing them higher as well.  She tensed her chest, and smirked at how she could easily make her breasts dance now.  “Neat,” she said out loud, before gasping at her abs – the muscles had thickened into a rigid six-pack, yet her waistline itself remained unchanged.  Twisting herself slightly, Cindy noticed that she could finally see her obliques and a bit of an Adonis belt.

She kicked a leg forward, licking her lips at the size of her thick quadriceps and shapely calves – despite their size, they were somewhat slender on Cindy’s long frame.  Cindy then realized how tight her shoes were.  And then how tight all of her clothing was.  Her crop-top in particular was strained against her broadened shoulders, pushed further in the chest, and forced a few inches higher on her torso.

Cindy stepped into a nearby bathroom, and examined herself in the full-length mirror.  She was at first shocked by how brightly her eyes glistened now, and was shocked doubly so by the flawlessly beautiful figure that greeted her.  Every imperfection Cindy had –few as they were— was eliminated.  Her proportions were perfected for a girl her height – thickened in the right places, left lithe in others.  She radiated with health, and wasn’t sure if she was wearing makeup or not.

“Yes…  This is adequate compensation,” Cindy chuckled, “in fact, what I really want to know, is what happens if I get another reward.”

–

With purpose in mind, Cindy stepped out of the bathroom, and focused on spreading more Cheer.

 

2.)  Cindy Enters Kitchen

 Cindy decided that the fastest way to get another reward would be to repeat what she did earlier.  If dismissing Alfred for the day yielded a boost, then dismissing the rest of the house staff should accomplish the same.  There were still three other employees in the mansion: the cook, Thompson; his assistant, Rupert; and the maid, Sherry.  Cindy already viewed them as means to achieving more rewards, and little more.

She strutted towards the kitchen, suspecting that Thompson and Rupert were preparing Christmas dinner.  Cindy’s movement felt lighter than this morning thanks to her longer, stronger legs.  She enjoyed how the entire world was comparatively smaller now.  The feeling was intoxicating, and Cindy wanted more.

The sound of clattering dishes confirmed Cindy’s suspicion.  She heard Thompson barking orders at Rupert. ’How cute, he thinks he has some semblance of power,’ Cindy thought to herself.  Cindy slammed open the kitchen door and scanned her surroundings.  To her delight, all three of the house staff were present – Sherry was also in the kitchen.

Cindy’s presence was immediately felt.  Yesterday, Cindy could command attention with some effort.  Now, it was impossible to not always notice her.  The household staff were forced to react.

Thompson, the cook, felt annoyed.  He had worked at the manor in varying capacities for 20 years.  His entire life, Cindy had been a nuisance.  He suspected, (correctly), that since the age of five, Cindy had been toying with him.  At first she did little things: made intentionally difficult requests, demanded food to be recooked, asked him barbed personal questions – all while carefully scrutinizing his reaction.  Through the years, Cindy’s meddling became more sophisticated: she’d challenge his choice of ingredients, point out subtle flaws with the presentation, convince her parents to eat out on the nights they called him in.  But after Cindy turned 18, her ambitions skyrocketed.  Thompson knew that she aimed the rule the manor, and from there, she’d expand her influence over the rest of the family.  He had worked with Cindy’s parents long enough to understand their ideology.  Thompson knew Cindy had been raised from birth to never stop competing – and this terrified him.

Thompson noticed Cindy’s current form, and trembled.  He knew that she was athletic, and had been focusing more on fitness over the past year, but Cindy looked downright muscular now.  Thompson had seen her wear that crop-top before, and it had never been this snug.  Six-rows of visible abdominal muscles replaced what used to be a couple inches of flat midriff.  Was she taller now?  She certainly seemed to be.  After Cindy outgrew Thompson’s 5’6” at age 13, her attitude toward him shifted – the last thing he needed was for her stature to finally match her ego.

While Thompson was unnerved, Rupert’s heart fluttered.  A young man in his 20s, Rupert met Cindy when she was already 18. Rupert intentionally avoided Cindy to avoid embarrassing himself, and to mask his true feelings.  But Cindy read him like a book, and knew Rupert was head over heels in love.  While Cindy wasn’t particularly attracted to him, he was obedient, and by extension, useful.

Rupert hadn’t seen Cindy in a while, and to him it looked like she a growth spurt since last time.  She was too far away to be certain, but his stomach churned as he considered the possibility that Cindy was taller than his 5’11” now.   And she appeared to have about as much muscle mass as he did – though her biceps and abs looked more defined than his.  Rupert assumed she must have been lifting weights.  He imagined what Cindy would look if she kept building them up – he found the image too alluring, and forced himself to change thoughts.

Sherry, the maid, also in her 20s, was hired around the same time as Rupert, and never had to deal with Cindy’s brattier years.  Standing at a diminutive 5’1”, Sherry physically looked up to Cindy, and viewed her like an older sister, despite their actual ages.  Sherry, who had  interacted with Cindy the day prior, knew that Cindy was visibly much larger now.  The mousy maid estimated Cindy packed on 15 pounds of muscle, something that shouldn’t be possible overnight.

–

“Attention everyone,” Cindy’s voice was louder and breathier than before – her vocal chords had been strengthened as well, “I’m here to spread Christmas cheer.”

“Oh, you got gifts for us Cindy?” Sherry asked hopefully – she had actually spent quite a lot on presents for Cindy this year, but hadn’t had an opportunity to give them today.

“In a way, yes.  Like I just said.  I’m going to do whatever I can within my power to give each of you ‘Cheer’,” Cindy performed air-quotes around the last word, “so tell me exactly what I can do to accomplish this.”

Thompson was the first to reply, “Cindy, we really don’t have time for this.  We’re under major crunch.  Lunch and dinner need to be perfect, it’s Christmas.”

Rupert and Sherry dared not speak up.

Cindy narrowed her gaze.  Rupert and Sherry hadn’t picked a side yet.  She would win them over.  “Sherry, may I ask, what are you doing in the kitchen?”

“Ah, well, uh, I finished all of my cleaning a long time ago,” Sherry replied, before amending her answer, “But um, if I missed anything, then feel free to let me know.”  Cindy looked like she had been photo shopped in real life.  It made Sherry envious of and attracted to Cindy.

“Oh no.  You did a lovely job Sherry.  Per usual.”  The mere sound of Cindy’s praise brought a palpable physical pleasure to Sherry.  Cindy continued, “But my question still stands.  Why are you in the kitchen assisting the chefs?  This is not what you’re paid to do.”

“Oh Cindy…”  Sherry looked around nervously, “I don’t mean to cause any problems.  I’m just helping out.”

“And why are you helping out?”

“Thompson asked me to.”

“Okay.  And why are you helping him?”

 

Sherry thought about it for a moment.  Why was she helping him?  “Part of my job I guess.”

Cindy pressed, “Be honest with me Sherry.  Would you help Thompson for free?  In your own spare time?”

Sherry thought about the question for a moment before shaking her head, “No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”

“Well, you aren’t being paid to do this.”

“I’m not?”

Cindy smirked, “No.  It doesn’t matter what Thompson says.  Your employment contract does not require you to finish his work for him.”

“Hmm.  Yeah, but I’m still on the clock.  So I may as well help out?”  Sherry reasoned half-heartedly.  It was difficult for her to not be drawn to Cindy.  Sherry desired nothing more than to become Cindy – she didn’t know that it was possible for a woman to be so attractive in the flesh.

Cind shrugged, “You’re salaried.  Your daily task is complete.  You could just go home.  There’s nothing requiring you to help Thompson.  Honestly, my parents and I don’t care either way.”

“Oh,”  Sherry placed a finger to her chin, confused.

Thompson finally interjected, “Hey!  You’re going to chew her out for being a decent person and helping out?”

Cindy sirked, “No.  I’m simply making her aware of her options.”

He scowled, unsure of how to respond.

Looking up at Cindy – tall, beautiful, powerful, persuasive, intelligent – Sherry became inspired to emulate her.  “Cindy’s right,” she started, addressing everyone, “no offense Thompson, but I have been doing this to be nice.  I always kind of presumed that if I left early, I’d get in trouble.  What do you think Cindy?  Would it be okay for me to go home?  I would like to visit my family like everyone else.”

Cindy looked down at Sherry and smiled warmly.  The shorter girl felt an unnatural warmth radiating from within – Cindy’s mere attention brought her joy.  “Like I said, your daily task is complete.  Me and my parents don’t care if you let Thompson exploit you.”

“Exploit?” Thompson cut in, “Sherry helps because we’re all in this together.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” Cindy challenged.

Thompson gathered all of his strength, this was his chance to finally knock Cindy off of her pedestal – it was years in the making, and he couldn’t fail now.  “It means that we’re stuck here on Christmas day.  Even retail employees get Christmas off.”

Cindy sensed Thompson’s intentions.  She knew that he wanted to undermine her.  She knew that he was feeling particularly emboldened today, and that if she broke his spirit now, he would be docile for at least a year.  “Sherry isn’t stuck here Thompson.  I’ve just informed her that she’s free to go whenever she’d like.  So long as she’s finished her work.”

“Sherry makes more than Rupert here, yet he has easily twice the work,” Thompson fired back.

“Uhh,” Rupert quietly interjected, “I don’t want a side in this, sorry.”  He shrank back a few inches.

Cindy smirked.  Too easy.

Sherry spoke up, “Hey, that’s not appropriate.  To talk about what people make…”

“Of course it is.  We’re talking about our work together as a team.”  Thompson looked around, but Rupert had backed off, and Sherry kept glancing over admiringly at Cindy.  A pit formed in his stomach.  There was no team.  There were three fully grown ‘kids’ in the room, and him.  And they were going to side with Cindy.

“Right.  Sherry, tell me.  If you could make a wish right now, what would it be?”

“Oh, gosh Cindy, I don’t know…”  Sherry kept staring at Cindy’s upper body.  She loved the way that Cindy’s back and shoulders melted into an hourglass shape.  “Honestly Cindy, I just wish I could be more like you,” Sherry admitted.

“Excellent,” Cindy smirked, “So it would bring you cheer to be more like me?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Then take control of your destiny – go home for the day,” Cindy commanded with a nod.

“That’s it?”  Sherry scratched her chin, “You don’t have any, uh, other tips to be more like you?”

“Hmmm… stand up for your own self interest.  Start working out.  And uh… clean up your diet.”  Cindy reached down, gently touched Sherry’s shoulder, and gave it a light squeeze – hinting at her strength.  The hairs on the back of Sherry’s neck rose in pleasure from the warmth of Cindy’s touch.

At last, Sherry’s mind was set.  “Alright,” she nodded, “Sorry Thompson, but Cindy’s right.  If I’m going to become more like her, I need to spend more time on stuff like that.  And, well, if I’ve already done all of my work, then it’s ok for me to leave.”

“Sherry, without your help it’ll be impossible to finish lunch, let alone dinner!”  Thompson pleaded.

Sherry glanced up at Cindy, looking for a solution.

“Well, I will admit this is quite a problem…”  Cindy started, pausing a moment to select her words, “But if you keep helping them Sherry, then a solution will never be found.  If you go home, not only can you start improving yourself sooner, but myself and my parents will be alerted to the fact that Thompson and Rupert are inadequate cooking staff.”

“Inadequate?” Thompson protested, mostly unheard.

Sherry grinned ear-to-ear.  She loved how Cindy could rationalize anything for her.  “Cindy’s right again!  It’s really in everyone’s best interest that I go home.”

“Rupert, help me out here,” Thompson waved in the younger man’s direction.

“I uh…”  Rupert had been too enthralled with Cindy’s enhanced appearance to really pay attention, “Sorry Thompson, I uh, I think Cindy is right.”

Thompson sighed, “She called us inadequate, nimrod.”

“Well, maybe we are.  Maybe more cooks should be hired for days like today,” Rupert suggested.

Thompson glared angrily, “I’ve requested more cooking staff for years!”

“I’m uh, gonna get my stuff,” Sherry said, turning her back towards Thompson, “Thanks again Cindy!”

–

Thompson’s head was spinning – he tried calculating how to produce enough edible food in time for lunch now that Sherry was gone.  Cindy crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for the reward to happen again.  Rupert awkwardly glared between Thompson and Cindy, secretly wishing for another confrontation.

 

3.)  Sherry

Thompson badgered Rupert back to work.  They were both unnerved by her imposing presence – but for different reasons.

A few awkward moments passed.  Thompson lost his cool.  He started shouting towards Cindy, with questions like “Are you happy with yourself?”, “What did this accomplish?”, and, “Are you really going to just stand there and ignore us?”.  His ranting became increasingly severe, even threatening to quit if he was reprimanded over today.

Cindy ignored Thompson’s outbursts, she’d address them in a moment.  She didn’t care if she was acting weird – there was an important prize at hand.  ‘Where is it?’ she thought to herself, ’Did I not spread cheer to Sherry?’  With each passing moment, Cindy’s paranoia increased.  Her stomach churned with anticipation – she craved the enhancements that followed her interaction with Alfred.

“Sherry,” Cindy called out, completely ignoring everything Thompson was saying.

“Yes?” Sherry replied, turning towards Cindy.  She was wearing her coat, and was ready to leave.

Cindy opened her mouth to speak, but finally felt the sensation in her stomach from earlier.  She grinned widely.  The warmth spread throughout her body, and Cindy feel alive again.  She took in a deep breath, anticipating what was to come.

“Err, are you okay?” Sherry asked.

“Mmm, I’ve never felt better.  I’m just glad I was able to bring you cheer,” Cindy said somewhat ominously, mentally preparing herself for the rest of her reward.

“Oh, uh, yeah.  But I should be thanking you, shouldn’t I?”

“Stick around for a moment if you’d like to find out,” Cindy said before let out a loud gasp and doubling over.

Every muscle in Cindy’s body pulsed and pounded.  She doubled over, clutching at her ribcage.  Sherry was entranced by Cindy’s bicep, and placed a hand on it.  She felt the power slowly coursing beneath Cindy’s velvet skin, “Ci-Cindy?  Your arm is…”

Sherry was interrupted by Cindy letting out a guttural groan of ecstasy.  Cindy’s mind was active, and her body completely paralyzed.  She wanted to be in control of herself during the transformation.  Cindy slowly clenched her fist, and forcibly flexed her biceps.  Suddenly, they expanded in size, gaining a half-inch of circumference.  Cindy was determined to control this power – she directed all of her focus towards suppressing her primal urges.  She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth.

“Ohmygod, Cindy!” Sherry squealed with equal parts shock and excitement, “You’re growing!”  She kept squeezing Cindy’s bicep, fascinated at how it kept becoming harder over time.  Sherry wondered how hard Cindy’s muscle could become, and what was causing it.

Cindy was too focused to respond.  All of her being was concentrated on thinking about the energy.  She thought back to yoga classes with her mother, to the mindfulness stuff she had always laughed at – what if it had some application here?  Cindy’s time was limited – the energy would likely be spread across her body again.  She repeated the techniques, but focused on the energy instead of her breath.  It worked – with her eyes closed, Cindy could visualize the pool of green energy.

But that was all Cindy could do – visualize it.  The energy started to move, rapidly distributing itself across her entire body.  With her eyes closed, she could watch the process in real-time.  Consequently, Cindy could now brace herself to react appropriately.

The last of the physical changes manifested.  Cindy stood up to a new height slightly over 6 feet; her shoulders and hips had widened further, while her torso remained the same girth – accentuating her hourglass further; her breasts gained another half-cup in size – and thanks to her now-burgeoning pecs stood higher than ever; her hair lengthened down past her shoulders – somehow still styled perfectly, and lusher than ever; and all of her muscles appeared fuller and more menacing.

Sherry’s knees trembled a little as she looked up at Cindy.  Cindy dwarfed Sherry before, and now Cindy utterly eclipsed her.  Sherry absentmindedly groped Cindy’s ripped torso, marveling at its warmth, power, and aesthetic appeal.  Cindy didn’t stop her or comment – there was nothing Sherry could do to harm her – and Cindy enjoyed being worshiped.

–

Rupert kept sneaking glances over his shoulder.  Cindy appeared to be growing, and Sherry kept touching her.  All the while, Thompson continued to bark orders.  Rupert realized he didn’t want to do this.  He didn’t want to be in this kitchen every day of his life with Thompson.  What he really wanted to do was look at Cindy.

In truth, Thompson was doing the same thing.  Except his anxiety grew as Cindy became larger and more muscular.  If there was one person that he would not trust with power, it was Cindy.  She had studied her parents, exhibited a tendency to leverage everything given to her to its full potential.  But all Thompson could do was watch with horror as her ascension continued.

–

“How did this happen Cindy?” Sherry asked, continuing to lustfully press her hands against Cindy’s abs.

“It’s my reward from Santa for spreading ‘Holiday Cheer’,” Cindy started, “I know it sounds… ridiculous, but I’m living proof that it’s real.”

“Oh wow.  Hmm.  Wait a minute, if I spread cheer, will I be rewarded too?” Sherry asked.  Her mind was racing.  Santa could help anyone right?  This didn’t have to be exclusive to Cindy.  ’I mean, I’m happy for Cindy and she’s a total babe, but oh my god I really need this to happen to me too!’ her thoughts raced.

“Did you receive a letter from Santa like I did?”

“No,” Sherry shook her head, her thoughts still racing, “But what if I picked up your letter, would that work?”

Cindy raised a brow, “The letter is addressed to me, so I don’t see how that would be possible.”

“Oh…” disappointed, Sherry glanced down.

The energy had empowered Cindy’s mind, allowing her to formulate responses more quickly, “But…” Cindy made her voice as rich as possible, “My dear Sherry, if it would bring you cheer, I certainly wouldn’t mind if you tried using the letter like that.”

Sherry’s eyes lit up, “Oh!  Why yes, that would bring me cheer.”

“Even if the letter didn’t work on you?”

Sherry shrugged, “Yeah, I’d just be glad you were so generous.”

“Excellent.  You also have my permission to do whatever you want with the letter, so long as you don’t destroy it.”

“Oh thank you Cindy!” Sherry squealed, leaping up a bit, hugging Cindy, and then realizing how soft Cindy’s skin actually was, despite the muscle underneath.

“No problem.  Just please take care of that so I can get more cheer.  Which is a win-win for everyone.”  Cindy said with enough force and warmth that Sherry would obey her, but not be alienated.

“Oh…  Right,” Sherry let go.  She finally left, giving a parting “Thank you” to Cindy.

 

4.)  Cindy’s Energy

As Sherry left the kitchen for good, Cindy felt the Energy welling up inside of her again.  ‘Definitely from granting Sherry permission to read the letter,’ Cindy thought to herself.  She closed her eyes, and imagined the energy visualizing it almost immediately.  A familiar green ball appeared, and it was larger than last time.  Cindy wondered if this meant a bigger reward.  Her mouth watered with anticipation.

Cindy completely focused on controlling the ball of power.  Her mind was stronger now, and the window of opportunity was longer than last time.  Cindy felt herself exerting pressure on the energy.  Her forehead tingled a bit, assuring her this was real.  The longer Cindy focused, the easier it became to contact the energy – and before long she found she could manipulate it, forcing the ball to shift into different shapes.  She felt the sensation in her abdomen twisting.  Cindy turned the Energy into a tight square, and her torso felt heavier.  When she loosened it, she felt lighter.  Shaping the Energy was becoming an effortless process.

But soon the energy rebelled.  It was programmed to spread itself throughout Cindy’s body, as it had the previous times.  And while Cindy wanted this to happen, she craved complete control over the process.  Cindy visualized her body – an outline of a shapely female body appeared, and the energy glowed bright green in its center.  She thought about controlling the energy, like a character in a phone game.

Like magic, the green energy followed Cindy’s mental inputs.  She thought about dragging the energy into her upper arms, and immediately, her biceps screamed with life again.  Cindy glared down at them, thought about controlling even this, and nodded; the muscles expanded on command, gaining an inch of circumference, increasing to the size of baseballs.  A deep peak ran down the bicep’s center, and a thick tendon between its top and bottom parts.

Cindy flexed her bicep, and stared at it for a moment.  Could she could make her muscles stronger just by thinking about them?  Without having to close her eyes and visualize the energy?  She focused intently, thinking about just that – making her biceps grow, using some of her energy.

It worked.  Cindy felt the energy enter her biceps again.  She focused on the process, and time diluted to a crawl as she entered a deep flow state.  The muscle swelled with even more life, expanding slowly – she felt her skin and bones adapting the change.  Cindy didn’t need to concern herself with the specifics – the energy took care of the small details.  All she needed to do was direct it on a macro-level, like how managers direct employees.

Gaining this much control over the process was gratifying for Cindy, and she wanted more.  She thought about slowing the rate at which the energy grew her biceps.  It worked.  Energy slowly trickled into her biceps, and collected within its bellies, lingering instead of immediately triggering growth.  The pleasure became more manageable, and Cindy’s focus sharpened accordingly.  She considered what the energy was effectively doing—increasing the size of her muscles—and tried using it to sculpt her bicep instead.

Right before Cindy’s eyes, nooks, crannies, and valleys of definition appeared along her arm.  She halted the process – not wanting to become too defined for her own tastes.  Cindy used the energy to add more life and vibrancy to her skin, and strategically kept a thin layer of essential feminine fat.

Next Cindy thought about making her bicep denser – adding more power to it with minimal increase in overall mass.  While she liked having large muscles, and intended to grow larger in the future, she was wary of becoming too bulky of scratching her own back.  Once again, it worked, and Cindy felt her arms become harder – she gave it a squeeze, and couldn’t remember ever feeling a muscle this firm before.

“Incredible,” Cindy muttered.  She closed her eyes and visualized the energy again.   The outline of her body appeared, and now the green orb of energy was a little smaller.  ’Makes sense, I’ve spent some of my energy on making my arms larger.  I could go ahead and strengthen them, or the rest of my body.  But I’m curious to see if I can make myself smarter,‘ Cindy thought to herself.

She thohght about transferring some of the energy to her head.  Cindy felt a delightful tingling in her skull.  Her thoughts sped up, yet retained their coherence.  In turn, Cindy felt her control over the energy increasing.

’Stronger mind means I can tame the energy more easily,’ Cindy thought, ’So strengthening that is a top priority.’  She enhanced her mind further – forcing as much energy as she could into it.  Cindy immediately felt the results, and she automatically smiled from the positive buzz.  But to her disappointment, Cindy found that she couldn’t force any more energy into her brain.  ’Some kind of limit.  I’ll try again later I guess, better to focus on other things,’ Cindy concluded.

With her newly improved mind, Cindy tried visualizing herself and the energy again.  She could conjure the picture of her body even with her eyes open, and it was far more detailed than before.  The energy—her available energy—was also more detailed, the green orb was no longer a perfect sphere, and instead a pool that reminded her of slowly moving atoms.

–

Cindy finally turned her attention to the others in the kitchen.  Thompson and Rupert no longer harbored any delusions of accomplishing any work.  They were both staring intently at Cindy, trying to understand what was happening to her.  Rupert was falling increasingly in love, while Thompson sweat with terror.

 

5.) Rupert

Rupert and Thompson couldn’t take their eyes off of Cindy as she waltzed towards them.  The sway of her hips and bounce of her bosom would hypnotize anyone attracted to the feminine; and her brilliant blue eyes could pierce any onlooker’s soul.  Cindy projected competence and power too: by her estimation, her muscular physique was in the top 10 percentile for strength.  And she could always add more with the energy she saved.

As Cindy approached, the guessing game ended.  It was certain that Cindy had grown taller; she now looked down at Rupert slightly, and Thompson significantly.  She placed her hands on her hips akimbo.  Cindy’s defined shoulders and bulging biceps reminded the men of her physical superiority.

Silence hung in the air.  Cindy was too busy sizing the men up to speak yet.

Rupert was effortless for Cindy to read.  It amused her how simple he was – the slightest shred of attention from her enraptured him.  Cindy saw how he trembled and his lips quivered – she heard his heart beating a mile a minute, and felt the flow of his undivided focus on her.  Rupert was putty in her hands.  And by Cindy’s estimation, her mere presence alone really did bring cheer to Rupert.

Cindy brought up the visualization of her body.  With a bit of effort, she could maintain its presence in the corner of her mind without distracting herself much.  She continued to stare at Rupert, beaming affection into him with her gaze alone.  In the back of her mind, Cindy saw a faint trickle of green enter the visualization of herself.

Because she was aware of it, Cindy was able to sense the energy gathering in her core.  If Cindy was not in control of her energy, it would have accumulated until reaching a critical mass – at which point it would spread throughout her body.  But Cindy viewed it like an income stream, and to her, income was a tool to turn into profits.  Which meant she would hold onto the energy until it would be most impactful to use it.

Cindy quickly glanced at Thompson.  She knew he would try and interfere.  But was there anything he could to do stop her?  Cindy returned her attention to Rupert, and brought a long finger to his chin, “Tell me Rupert, would it bring you cheer to see me grow bigger?”

“Uhh…  I mean…”  His face was beet-red, sweat poured from his forehead, and his heart raced a mile a minute.  Had Cindy asked him a mundane question, he might have been able to play it cool, but the circumstances were too supernatural, “If I got to watch, yeah.”

“That’s all you want?  To watch?” Cindy said in a flat tone.

“I mean, you wouldn’t mind if…”

“You’re hot enough for me to have fun with Rupert,” Cindy consciously changed the intonation of her voice to calm Rupert, and embolden him enough to become more fun to play with, ”Now tell me what you really want to do with me.”

It worked.  Rupert felt his inhibitions drop – he felt safe around Cindy, despite the difference in their power.  “I’d obviously, you know, go all the way.”

“In front of Thompson even?” Cindy smirked.  ’I have to admit, it would be quite flattering if Rupert’s lust for me overrode his anxieties that much,’ she thought.

“I mean, uh,” Rupert glanced over at Thompson–he was standing with his arms crossed nervously—then back to Cindy – tall, proud, and magnificent,”You know Cindy.  I probably really could, if that’s what you’d like.”

Cindy hyperfocused, wanting to dilute time as much as possible.  She felt her brain burn some of the reserved energy to achieve a superhuman level of concentration.  The next 5 minutes of productive thought inside Cindy’s mind would equal 1 within Rupert’s addled mind.  ‘Ok,’ she thought, ’My voice is having an incredible effect on him.  I wonder if I can somehow increase that – use the energy to strengthen my presence?  But…  How?’

Five seconds passed in Cindy’s mind; Rupert was conscious for less than one.

Cindy stopped thinking about the specifics of how she’d use the energy to enhance her presence.  She simply envisioned it happening, and allowed her body to draw from the energy reserve to accomplish her goal.  Cindy’s skin, hair, eyes, and teeth glistened brighter; her scent—already pleasant—became alluring to all tastes; her lips reddened, and her cheeks flushed with greater vitality.

In real-time, Cindy was drawing a deep breath; Rupert’s senses had not yet detected Cindy’s enhancements.

Next Cindy’s energy automatically thickened, lengthened, and magically enchanted her vocal chords.  She knew the energy was going to try and make her muscles larger now, and Cindy wanted to save some for later.  She stopped wanting increase her presence, and willed her energy back to its dormant pool.

Rupert finally noticed that Cindy was really hot.  ‘Like way hotter than a moment ago?  No way.  I must not have realized how incredible she is, I’ve never been this close before,’ he rationalized to himself.

Back in her diluted mind, Cindy realized that she now had time to waste.  ’Approximately 2 minutes if this hourglass-like thing I’ve conjured up is accurate,’ she thought.  ’I guess there’s really two ways to optimize this.  First, I’ll analyze how much energy I wasted by diluting these extra 2 minutes.  Then I’ll be sure not to waste that much energy next time.  Now I’ll continue testing my visualization powers to see what useful things I can manifest…’ Cindy mentally monologued to herself.

The next 20 seconds consisted of an awkward silence that dragged on.  Rupert was too awestruck to react, and Thompson didn’t know what to do.

At last, Cindy came to.  “Oh Rupert,” she started in a slow, sultry tone, intentionally trying to energize Rupert with her force of personality, “Wouldn’t it bring you cheer to watch me grow?”

Cindy’s enchanted voice perked Rupert up, and he felt like he just drank a cup of coffee ten minutes ago.  “I uh, yeah, if you wanted to grow of course.”

“Rupert,” Cindy’s tone became stern, but she laced the intonation with enough warmth to not break the spell she held over him, “What I really want is for you to become bold in regards to me, and me alone.”  Cindy found her control over her language strengthening, “Because you cannot harm me whatsoever Rupert.  But your adoration could be extremely valuable.”

’Since when did Cindy speak so eloquently?’ Rupert wondered.  He would have been apprehensive, but Cindy’s voice worked its magic, and instead Rupert was becoming encouraged.  This was his one chance to get with Cindy – the girl of his dreams, who seemed to be evolving into a literal goddess.  This was not an opportunity to be passed up.  It was time to get fired up.  Rupert nodded, and and felt his lips moving—it was as if he couldn’t control his speech, yet it was him saying the words: “Cindy, I want you to become a goddess, and for me to be by your side the entire time.”

Cindy smirked, that was exactly what she wanted to hear.  And Cindy knew that was true to his being – something that transcended reality.  Rupert’s best interest would be to become a god himself, or to control Cindy for his own purposes.  But instead, his soul yearned for something completely irrational.

An idea came to Cindy, “Very well Rupert,” she didn’t know if this would work, but it was worth a try, “I promise that so long as it brings you cheer, you may have a place under my command.  Do you accept this contract?”

“Uhhh, yeah, sure.”

 

6.)  Rupert, Continued

Immediately after Rupert finished his sentence, Cindy sensed an incoming tidal wave of energy.  She braced herself, eager to accept the energy as hers to use as she desired.  ’This is like a signing bonus.  And I bet as long as I keep Rupert around, he’ll act as a good source of energy income,’ Cindy inwardly giggled at how preposterous the situation was, but thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it.

Despite Cindy’s preparations, the surge of energy overwhelmed her senses.  She felt pleasure beyond what a normal human being could experience.  Her brain chemistry instantly shifted – she wanted more.  Cindy wanted to replicate this sensation infinitely – but it soon ended.

It was intoxicating to have so much energy at her disposal.  Cindy found it increasingly difficult to contain the energy – it yearned to be used.

“So Rupert, do you still want to watch me grow?” Cindy asked with a smirk.

“Of course I do!” Rupert’s eyes lit up.

Cindy nodded, “Very well.  I permit you to do whatever you’d like to me, so long as it brings you cheer.  After all, if I want you to stop whatever you’re doing, I can easily force you to cease.”

“Uhh, right, ok.”

“I’m saying you can touch me.”

Cindy turned her attention away from Rupert, and towards spending some of this newly earned energy.  Legs weren’t particularly imposing – there were power lifters in Cindy’s high school who could compare.  And having an equal wouldn’t do.  Cindy looked at her legs and thought about making them larger and more muscular.  Immediately, they started to grow – the energy had already started its task, and Cindy’s quadriceps swelled.  She increased them by 1, then 2, 3… 4 inches of circumference each!  Standing straight, her quadriceps now touched against each other, yet Cindy still retained a small gap between her thighs.  She nodded towards her calves, expanding them by three inches – the diamond shaped muscles growing to the size of coconuts.

“You like that, huh?” Cindy asked in a deep, sultry voice.  Rupert was lost in her gaze, but Cindy only had to merely glance down to direct his attention toward her legs.

Rupert had no choice but to glance down at them.  They were large, round, and distinctly feminine.  Rupert knew Cindy’s thighs held far more power than his, and this thought thrilled him to no end.

“Go on.  Touch them already.  I know it’ll cheer you up,” Cindy chuckled in a deep, rich tone.

Emboldened again by Cindy’s enchanted voice, Rupert lost all shame and inhibition.  He lunged at Cindy’s thigh and grabbed onto it, clutching his arms around it, like a sacred idol.

“Rupert, you’re already worshiping me and I haven’t even used all the energy you gave me…” Cindy said out loud in a thrilling voice.  Rupert had no idea what Cindy was talking about, and he didn’t mind.

She glanced down, imagined the energy that Rupert could give him, and saw a familiar green glow emanating from his torso.  A steady stream of energy continued to flow into Cindy – and the orb in his torso slowly shrank.  Cindy was curious about the nature of the energy coming from Rupert: Where did it come from?  How was she absorbing it?

Cindy wanted to experiment.  “Rupert,” she started, projecting enough force with her voice to draw his attention away her thigh, “Wouldn’t it bring you cheer to witness and feel my bicep grow right in front of you?” She brought her arm down, and tensed her bicep.

As Cindy slowly flexed her bicep, Rupert witnessed it rise to its full glory.  He estimated it was 15 or 16 inches in circumference – a bit larger than his own.  But Cindy’s arm was denser than his.  The ripped, bulging details of a conditioned bodybuilder’s muscles were visible.  Rupert placed both hands on Cindy’s bicep – he could barely wrap his fingers around it.  He was shocked at how soft and supple her skin was – it was like he’d imagined Greek goddess’s to be.  He squeezed the muscle with both hands, but nothing happened, there was absolutely no give in the limb.

Cindy glanced over and noticed that the green orb inside Rupert’s torso was glowing more brightly.  ’He must be feeling more cheer, which generates energy within him,’ Cindy deduced, ’Let’s see how he enjoys this!’ she thought about making her biceps significant bigger, and channeled a large amount of power into her arms.

Rupert felt Cindy’s biceps tremble and pulse with warmth, before slowly expanding within his hands.  He felt his fingers slowly forced apart by the rising mound of impossibly hard muscle.  He felt himself becoming completely enraptured with Cindy – in his mind she had no flaws, and was perfect.

“Yeah, you really enjoy that, don’t you?” Cindy chuckled warmly as she felt a larger allowance of power flow from Rupert and into her.

–

Thompson finally interjected, “Rupert, what the hell are you doing?  Pull yourself together.”  He tried snapping his fingers and waving at Rupert, but the younger man was totally entranced.

Cindy glared over at Thompson, “Are you really trying to interrupt an objectively good thing – my spreading of cheer to Rupert here?”

Thompson’s stomach wrenched.  What was happening to Cindy?  And why Cindy of all people?  She was the last person he wanted to suddenly gain superpowers.  He’d rather let some dictator have that power – at least they wouldn’t personally humiliate him the way Cindy always did.

Between her current stature and reserved energy, Cindy was invincible against Thompson or Rupert.  ’This is a nice start,’ she thought to herself, ’But they’ll both be far more obedient and useful when completely dominate them.’

Cindy thought about becoming taller.  ’I’ll grow to 6’4”,’ she decided.  The energy rushed into Cindy’s bones, tendons and muscles.  It lengthened them immediately, and Cindy’s perspective increased with her stature.  Her crop-top rose higher yet – it now served primarily to cover her breasts, leaving the entirety of Cindy’s chiseled core uncovered.

“Stop that!” Thompson shouted, waving his hands in protest.

“Stop what?  This?” Cindy, glanced down, and thought about growing her upper body.  Energy poured into her back, and it instantly grew – becoming broader, thicker, and harder with each passing second.  The sound of tearing flesh filled the room, instilling fear in Thompson’s heart, and driving Rupert mad with desire.  Her crop-top tore slightly at its top and bottom, stretched out too far beyond its limit.  Cindy stopped growing just in time to spare the garment.

“Yes!  That!” Thompson replied.  Cindy was now over a full head taller than him.  Her massive chest and back dominated Thompson’s view, and he had to strain his neck to make eye contact with her.

“Stop… Growing?” Cindy chuckled with her impossible Rich voice, and Thompson was terrified to find himself fighting the urge to laugh along with her.

“Yes, please stop growing!  You’re already impractically large if you think about it.”  He wanted to like Cindy, wanted to be like Rupert – totally enthralled with the living goddess.

Cindy placed her hands on her hips and looked down at him, “Excuse me?  What’s impractical about having nice, big,” Cindy grunted for performance as she summoned the energy.  Cindy’s deltoids thickened instantly.  “Muscles!” she exhaled as impossibly hard muscle materialized beneath her velvet skin.  Cindy’s shoulders were like small cannon-balls now, and added to her already considerable width.

Thompson took a step backward as the tower of feminine muscle before him grew larger.  He wasn’t sure if he could beat Cindy in a fight this morning.  And now only the strongest men in the world could defeat her.

Cindy took in a deep breath, “Why Thompson, I’d say these muscles seem very practical – just imagine how strong I am now!  And I just keep getting stronger all the time!”

Cindy stared Thompson directly in the eyes while willing her pecs to grow.  The budding muscle beneath her breasts expanded and thickened into large, pulsing plates of power.  More tears formed along the crop-top, and on a whim Cindy directed power to the shirt.  She was shocked to see the tears in the fabric magically repair themselves.  A few moments later, the shirt fit much more comfortably – while still revealing just as much of Cindy’s physique as before.  ’Guess if I’m able to make muscle out of thin air, it makes sense I’d be able to do other things with the energy too,’ she reasoned to herself.

Thompson’s jaw dropped involuntarily.  Cindy’s muscularity resembled a professional natural male bodybuilder’s, and but it was covered with a superhuman level of femininity.  Her lats spilled out far past her chest, giving Cindy’s underarms immense depth.  Cindy’s body was now a massive pyramid of physical power that Thompson could never overcome.  And she threatened to grow larger yet.

Cindy took stock of her energy, ‘I have lots of power to burn still.  And Rupert has a good amount left in him flowing into me.  Still…  I should maximize how much energy I can get out of this specific interaction,’ she thought.  Cindy turned toward Rupert, “What do you think Rupert?  Should I stop growing?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Stop?  No way, keep going Cindy!” Rupert cheered.  The green energy reserve within him increased considerably.

Cindy noticed the change and smirked.  “Very well, then I shall continue growing.”

“Hold on!  How are you doing this Cindy?  What if you get hurt?  What if something bad happens?!” Thompson tried reasoning.

“Then that will be my responsibility.”

“No.  It’ll be mine, because I’ve been loyal to your parents for over a decade.”

Cindy chuckled, “Do you think you’re the boss here Thompson?”

Thompson wanted to give a worthy retort, but Cindy was too large, imposing, and powerful to resist.  “Technically you’re the manager above me in you parent’s company,” he replied as flatly as possible.

“In that case, you have no authority to stop me from growing.”

“I am, however, the boss of Rupert.  He is under me according to the chain of command,” Thompson placed a hand on Rupert’s shoulder, trying to break him from his trance.

Cindy laughed wickedly and earnestly.  She put her being into the laugh, and instilled precisely what she wanted to into Thompson.  He realized that Cindy knew more about what was happening than he did.  And she believed there was nothing he could do to stop her.  Cindy drank in the fear from Thompson’s eyes.  She craved all forms of attention – everything could be exploited one way or another.

“Rupert.  Am I the boss, or is Thompson?” Cindy asked, her breathy voice boomed slightly, affecting Rupert at his core.

Rupert stared dumbly at Cindy for a few seconds – his ability to process speech had been halved by Cindy’s presence. “You.  You are, Cindy,” he said slowly and deliberately, his brain finally catching up, “How could you not be the boss?  I mean legally you’re both our boss.  And like…  I mean you’re way stronger than us now, too.”  Had Rupert not been enthralled by Cindy, he would have turned his head and apologized to Thompson, but he was far too gone to remember.

Cindy nodded, “In that case, like I said before, I shall continue growing.”

 

7.)  Rupert, Finished

Cindy clenched her fists.  She focused entirely on growing.  The energy reacted instantly, flowing into her muscles.  Cindy grunted as her limbs swelled up.  Another surge expanded every muscle at once, and Cindy lost control of herself.  All she could think about was maintaining and accelerating her growth.  In a matter of seconds, Cindy added over 10 pounds of lean mass to her frame.  And she wanted much more.

Cindy released all restraint, allowing the energy in a glorious blaze.  She grew broader and taller, limbs thickening and lengthening.  Cindy’s crop-top was almost destroyed, but the energy miraculously expanded the fabric in synch with her growth.  With another loud grunt, Cindy released a sustained burst of growth.  Her stature leapt to 6’5”, and her biceps approached 22 inches of circumference.  Cindy’s sheer size dominated Thompson’s field of vision, and Rupert was more transfixed than ever.

’The feeling of owning this body is incredible,’ Cindy thought, looking herself over, ’never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined this.  Forget saving the energy for later, I want to use it ALL and see just how incredible I become!  Then I’ll be able to spread far more cheer far more quickly, and become that much greater!’

Cindy took in a deep breath, and her massive chest expanded in synch.  She glanced down, watched her pecs tremble before expanding in breadth and girth.  The energy continued its mission, automatically transferring itself into more muscle on Cindy’s frame.  Thompson looked on with horror as Cindy’s legs expanded into thick pillars of twisted muscle.  Cindy found it difficult to concentrate.  The sensation of growing was too pleasurable.  Her senses overloaded, Cindy lost consciousness.

But Cindy was only out for a few seconds.  When she came to, Cindy felt bigger.  She slowly raised a hand, observing the monstrous muscularity her forearms.  Cindy peered over her breasts–which were the size of watermelons now—and caught a glimpse of her thick, rippling torso.  She reached up and placed her hands on her bulging eight-pack, shamelessly groping them, enthralled with how they felt.

Cindy remembered that she could have more strength.  And she wanted it.  A roadblock presented itself:  The visualization of Cindy’s energy indicated that she had nearly depleted her reserves.  Regaining partial control of herself, Cindy looked over at Rupert; she saw he still a bright green glow in his torso, and a faint stream of energy trickled out of him and into her.  ’That energy is going to be mine anyways, why are we wasting time?  I wonder if I can…’  Cindy raised her hand, aimed it at Rupert, and thought about expediting the transfer.  On command, the energy reacted, and the flow’s pace quickened.

Rupert felt winded, “C-Cindy, what’s happening?”

“I’m just taking the energy you were going to give me so I can keep growing,” Cindy explained, focusing on maintaining the transfer.

“Oh…” Rupert felt kind of light headed – he wasn’t losing anything, but the process of Cindy prematurely collecting the cheer was exhausting.  “Is that a good thing Cindy?”

“If you want me to keep becoming stronger it is,” Cindy replied.  She had already harvested a third of the remaining energy, but was still impatient.  Cindy exerted more effort on the transfer, increasing the speed again.

Rupert felt dizzy now, “I do want that.  I just feel kinda funny…”

“I’m sure you’ll be okay Rupert, now be a trooper and let me finish this quickly.”  Cindy grit her teeth a little, and captured the rest of the unclaimed energy.

In a great burst, Cindy spent all of the energy at once.  She faded out for a moment, and came to – even larger than before.  Cindy had spent all of her energy, but she was truly superhumanly large now.

Cindy was gargantuan in comparison to the men.  She held more lean mass than both of them combined.  And between their superior conditioning and magical enhancements, pound for pound, Cindy’s muscles vastly outclassed theirs.

Rupert would have found Cindy’s muscularity monstrous had her beauty not been enhanced as well.  Thompson did find Cindy monstrous, but had to concede as a straight man, he had never seen a being so lovely before.  Everything about Cindy had been exaggerated to mythical proportions:  Her flawless skin glowed as it radiated health; her figure an hourglass featuring hips and just more than twice her waist; even her scent had been enhanced by the magic, making Cindy’s presence pleasant.

At last, Rupert couldn’t take it any longer.  Between Cindy’s magnificent presence, and having the cheer drained out of him, Rupert had been pushed past his limit.  He fainted, breathing deeply, completely passed out.

 

8.)  Cindy Loses Control

“Look what you’ve done to Rupert!” Thompson shouted, pointing at the unconscious body.

“He’s fine.  I’ll take care of him when I’m done with you.” Cindy replied, turning towards him.

“And what exactly are you going to do?” Thompson replied, shrinking away.  How could he possibly compete with Cindy now?  She was a foot taller than him, had more than twice his muscle mass, and was covered with curves that drove him wild.

“Whatever I want,” Cindy said, taking a long stride forward.  With a single movement she could cover four of Thompson’s nervous back-steps.  “And what I want, is to spread more cheer,” Cindy said with a greedy smile, glaring into his eyes.

“So what will happen?  You’ll become stronger if you make me happy?” Thompson’s head was spinning.  Would Cindy seduce him?  It would be hard to resist – she was the now most beautiful being he had ever witnessed.  Thompson shook his head.  He was a married man, and strove to live virtuously – he wouldn’t give in.  ’I can’t make this monster even stronger! he thought.

“That’s right Thompson.  Just tell me what would bring you cheer, so I can become even more incredible.”

Thompson shook his head, “You’re already too powerful as it is.”

“Thompson…”  Cindy impatiently tapped her foot, “I recommend you remain useful to me.”

To demonstrate her power, Cindy picked up a thick steel frying-pan laying on a counter nearby.  Cindy placed her hands on each side of the pan, and pushed toward the center.  The muscles in her forearms bunched up, and the metal folded inward.

Thompson gulped.  It was an impressive feat, but he had seen better.

From the corner of her eye, Cindy studied Thompson, and read his reaction.  “Too easy,” Cindy crumpled the steel into a blob shaped mass. “Far too easy,” she smoothed it into a round sphere, and casually tossed the ball into the air with a single finger, catching it and repeating the motion.

“Seeing you do that does not bring me cheer,” Thompson replied, answering the earlier question.

“Aww, why not Thompson?” Cindy performed a classic puppy-dog pout.

Thompson had seen her use this face to get her way before.  But he held firm, “Because I know you won’t do good things with your power.”

“Like what?  This?” In one swift motion, Cindy lunged forward, reached down, and snatched Thompson by the throat. With a single arm, Cindy hoisted Thompson into the air.  She was thrilled at how easy this was.  ’Like grabbing a toy,’ Cindy thought, watching Thompson dangle like a puppet in front of her, kicking his feet.

His hands futilely clasped around Cindy’s brawny forearm.  “Are you… going… to kill me?” he managed to sputter.

“Kill you?  I don’t know about that,” Cindy loosened her grip enough to let Thompson breathe, “Are you going to make me stronger yet?”

“Never.”

“Oh.  Well…  In that case, can I get away with murder yet?”  Cindy tightened her grip again, “Guess that depends on if I’m bulletproof, huh?” Her smirk widened, and despite its beauty, projected immeasurable terror into Thompson’s heart.

He gasped before sputtering, “Would you…  really…  kill me?”

“If the benefits outweighed the costs, and it was time to harvest the profits….  Yes.  I would,”  Cindy giggled cruelly.  The sound, scent, and warmth of her voice danced on Thompson’s face.

“Then… then what’s the point of this?”  He could speak more easily, but was extremely uncomfortable.

“To hurt you, I guess.”

–

It happened within a matter of seconds.  The energy evacuated Cindy’s body, and took her enhanced physique with it.  She lost the strength to hold Rupert, so he fell to the ground, landing on his bottom.  Cindy panicked as she lost her power.  She screamed in fear and clutched her torso, desperately trying to will the energy back into her body.

Cindy’s efforts were in vain. She continued to lose size, strength, intelligence, beauty, vitality…  Most important of all – Cindy lost control.

The next thing Rupert knew, his bottom ached and Cindy was back to normal.  Was the giant Cindy a terrible dream?  He touched his throat – it was sore, he could feel markings from Cindy’s choke hold.  He saw the crumpled up frying pan.  It was no nightmare – Cindy really was a monster mere moments ago.

Thompson fought through the pain and scrambled to his feet.  He didn’t know why Cindy lost her strength, but he didn’t have time to think about it.  He opened a drawer nearby and grabbed a sharpened steak knife before Cindy could react.  Thompson held it out in front of him, aiming it down at Cindy, “Don’t get up,” he ordered, his voice wavering slightly.

“Thompson!  YOU dare threaten ME?” Cindy shrieked.

“You lost your muscles if you didn’t notice.”

“I broke the rules and have to start over, yes.”

“You tell me what the hell this all about, right now” he sputtered, pointing the tip of the knife towards her.

“If there’s even a SCRATCH on me, you will be in prison within a month!”

“I’m acting in self defense!”

Cindy scoffed, “If I don’t grow again, who will believe you?”

“Then how are you going to explain the marks on my neck, genius?” Thompson replied, bluffing a little.

“Fine.  I’ll tell you what I know,” Cindy started sincerely, “I read a letter this morning.  It told me I would be rewarded if I spread cheer, and I would have to start over if I hurt others…”

Cindy went over the events of the day, though she omitted her growing control over the energy.  Thompson was apprehensive – he knew that Cindy had no problem with lying.  But nothing in her story contradicted itself, (though he was upset that Alfred had been dismissed), and he accepted it at face value.

“You get weaker when you’re mean to people, and stronger when you’re nice to them?” Thompson asked, scratching his head.  It was unbelievable to say out loud, but how else could he explain this?

“That’s right,” Cindy continued, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to get up, and go back to what I was doing.  Maybe I can spread some cheer to you right now?  Hmmm?”

Thompson shook his head, “No way Cindy.  I can’t let you start the process again.  You became that powerful off of three people.  And you spent almost no time with Alfred and Sherry.”

“But if I hurt anyone, I’ll lose it all.  You know that firsthand,” Cindy retorted.

“You’re smart Cindy.  You’ll game the system.  You’ll figure out how to become all-powerful, and never lose it again.”

Cindy smirked, “I’ve always known you to be an intelligent guy, Thompson.  I guess that’s why I chose you to play with and protect over the years.”

“That’s what you call playing?  Making my life hell?  And what do you mean by protecting?  You were about to kill me a moment ago!”  Thompson’s voice cracked.  He wasn’t used to this level of power and control before.  In an instant, he could end Cindy now, and prevent the ascension of a goddess.  ’She was going to kill me if it yielded enough profit,’ Thompson reminded himself, steeling his resolve. ‘If anything, I should kill her.  For the good of humanity.  Maybe I’ll go to jail, but that would be better than letting Cindy take over the world.’

“What do you mean Thompson?  Think about all of the times that things suddenly did work out for you.  Or how about your coworkers who have been fired over the years.  Ever noticed that you were spared for some reason?”

“What are you insinuating Cindy?”

“If I wanted to destroy you, I would have done so a decade ago.  And perhaps Thompson, I secretly admire you.  You’re a loyal man.  You’d be very useful to me Thompson.”

“How does that change what you did?!”

“Oh Thompson,” Cindy lowered her voice, “We both know deep down I’m just a product of my upbringing.  You know, if I had the chance, I’d rebel against them.  That I’d start using our resources for the public good, instead of hoarding them to fortify ourselves.”  Cindy had the intention of lying, but as she spoke the words, she considered for a moment that perhaps they were true – especial.

Thompson was lost on the shimmer of her blue eyes, and the warmth of her voice.  When Cindy wanted to be nice, it was very difficult to not like her.  “Cindy…  I just wish I could believe you,” Alfred’s stomach wrenched.

“Then what are you going to do Thompson?  Kill me?”  She demanded, echoing his question when the roles were reversed.

His heart raced and his palms began to sweat, “Maybe I should!  Who knows if you’ll lose the power again?  This might be the only chance to stop you!”

Cindy saw madness in Thompson’s eyes.  She needed to calm him somehow.  “Oh Thompson, do we have to dwell in the past?  What if you helped reform me?  Guided me towards being a better person, hmmm?”

“Cindy…” Thompson shook his head.  That was one of his secret dreams – to influence Cindy away from the morals of her parents.  It was something he failed to do.  But how could he even consider this?  “Are you serious?  You were holding me up in the air by my neck a couple minutes ago!”

“I’m sorry Thompson,” A half-lie, Cindy was sorry that she lost her power, “I’m not so sure what came over me.  I suddenly became oh so very strong, and I guess it went to my head a little.  Plus, I wasn’t going to do anything that bad, my real goal was to bring you cheer.”

He remained silent.

“That’s why I need your help Thompson, so I can use my abilities for good.  With your excellent moral character and proven loyalty, just imagine what we’ll accomplish together.”

Thompson’s heart drank in the praise.  Even without her power, Cindy was a beautiful and intelligent young woman.  She threatened his life a few moments ago, but he wanted to forgive her.

“And what exactly will we accomplish together, Cindy?”

“Well Thompson…  With your help, I think I can become really, really powerful,” Cindy purred.  She missed the enchanted voice she commanded minutes ago.  She would reclaim it – and give herself a voice far greater than that.

“What?  By being really, really nice to me?”

Cindy smirked, “Quite a simplification, but in essence – yes.”

“And why should I trust you?”

“For the reason that we’re still talking.  You saw firsthand that I’ll lose my power if abused.”

Thompson lowered the knife, but kept his eye on Cindy.  She slowly got to her feet.  “What exactly are you proposing?” he asked.

“Help me spread cheer.  You’ll ensure I’m doing the right thing, and I’ll have the muscle to make it happen,” Cindy smiled.

“And how can I trust you once you’ve gained a couple of power ups again?”

“There’s one way to bind me to my word – a contract,” Cindy said.

“A contract?”

She nodded, “We’ll quickly write something up that obligates me to act closer to your wishes.”

“You’re asking me to, in your words, exploit you?”

Cindy smirked, “I’m trying to create a win-win situation here.  You have me at knife point after I went too far with my power.  Let’s turn this into a positive situation.”

“Cindy, do you really think that a contract is going to work with Santa Holiday Cheer magic?”

“I don’t see why not, considering how absurd the circumstances have been anyways.”

“In your world, wouldn’t I be exploiting you?” Thompson quipped.

“Oh no,” Cindy smiled warmly, “This is what is called a ‘win-win’.”

Thompson took a deep breath and collected himself. ‘What am I gonna do anyways?  Kill her?  No.  I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself – especially not after she tired to negotiate with me.’ Thompson thought.

“Alright, fine.  I’ll get the pen and paper.  You stay put.”  Thompson said, pointing the knife back at her.

 

9.) Ten Minutes Later

Thompson poured over the contract that Cindy had written up.  Her writing was neat – almost perfect.  She kept the language simple enough for Thompson to understand, but he had to be careful – he knew that Cindy was smarter and had greater knowledge of the law than him.

“Seriously?” Thompson pointed to a line in the paper, “I testify that you caused me no harm whatsoever, and that all penalties placed upon you should be reversed?”

“Of course,” Cindy replied, smiling as she looked down at him, “We need me to be at my absolute prime.  No point in allowing all of that good cheer energy to go to waste.”

“I think the point is for you to learn a lesson.”

“Oh, believe me Thompson, being separated from the power is a punishment I never want to repeat.”

Thompson sighed.  ’I guess this is it.  Even with that in it, this contract is still the best bet at keeping the world safe,’ he thought before finally bringing the pen to the signature line, and slowly signing his name

The paper glowed for a moment, causing Thompson to leap back in shock.  Cindy’s eyes grew wide, she felt the energy returning to her body.  She performed a visualization, and was delighted to find a massive store of energy.  Cindy estimated she regained all of the energy she had lost.  She glanced down at Thompson, and searched for any cheer-energy in his body.  ‘Nothing.  Time to get to work,’ she thought.

Cindy moved closer to Thompson, filling the space between them.  She gazed into his eyes warmly – even without supernatural presence she could instill emotion with a mere glance.  “Tell me,” Cindy started, gently lifting a finger to his chin, “What would bring you cheer Thompson?  Would you like to see me become supernaturally beautiful again?”

Thompson blinked a few times.  How could he respond to this?  Of course he did.  But there was his wife.  And this was Cindy – the boss’s daughter!  ‘We are on the same team now though, right?’ he thought.  “I thought we were going to stop your parents now,” he replied.

“We will when the time is right.  But right now I need to do my duty and bring you cheer.”  Cindy continued smiling as she focused on making herself more attractive.  She restored the radiance her skin exhibited earlier.  Cindy could see the reaction in Thompson’s face – the way his mouth moved, the focus of his pupils.  She knew that he liked what he saw.

Cindy looked down, and saw a dim, faint glow in Thompson’s torso.  ‘Amazing.  He’s already coming around to me.  Still, I can do a lot better than that,’ she thought, before entwining her scent with magically enhanced pheromones.  Cindy scrutinized his response: ‘Pupils dilated even more, heart rate increasing…  Glow is getting a bit brighter…  Poor Thompson never stood a chance,’ she suppressed a chuckle.

Thompson could sense that something had changed about Cindy.  Merely being in her presence soothed him now.  He involuntarily took a deep breath, drawing in her scent.  He identified this as weird behavior, but the aroma was too pleasant for him to care.  ‘Is she using her magic or whatever it is already?’ he wondered.

Cindy confirmed his suspicions by smoothly expanding her bosom a full cup-size.  She followed up by fortifying the pectoral muscles underneath, perking her breasts again.  Cindy drank in Thompson’s reaction – he couldn’t help but stare.  An awkward moment later he tried to avert his gaze.  Cindy laughed, “Come on Thompson, I can see that looking at them brings you cheer.  And I like spreading cheer.”

“Ah…  Cindy, I can’t cheat on my wife, not on Christmas,” Thompson replied before quickly adding, “or ever for that matter.”

“Who said were going to get a chance to cheat on her?” Cindy laughed, a little more cruelly than she anticipated.

Thompson was initially hurt by the response.  But soon realized it was justification to not feel any guilt for enjoying Cindy’s body.

Cindy watched this train of thought by studying his expressions.  She knew it was time to press.  Cindy reached down, grabbed Thompson’s hands with her own, (which sent sparks down his spine, and created cheer in itself), and brought them to her hips.  Slowly—deliberately to extend the moment—she widened them, and felt Thompson’s pulse quicken further.

“Cindy…”  Thompson murmured, his thoughts locked in conflict, “I thought you just said…”

“I meant what I said,” Cindy winked, “But there’s nothing wrong with this, right?”

“I suppose not…”

“Good,” Cindy said.  ‘Now that he’s less apprehensive, I have more room to manipulate things,’ She thought.  “I’m feeling small.  And I hate feeling small,” Cindy declared.  “I am about to grow again.”

Thompson gulped.  He still wasn’t quite comfortable with the prospect of a giant Cindy.

“Well, I’m certainly going back to being six-two at the very least,” Cindy announced before channeling energy into becoming taller.  She retained her experience wielding the energy, and and she had complete control over the process.  Cindy immediately sprouted, ascending to her new stature in under 10 seconds.

Thompson, shocked by the the speed of Cindy’s growth, instinctively took a step backward.   She completely towered over him again – standing a full head above.  Cindy was in control again.  She glanced down at her thin, athletic body, “I could use some…  power,” she gave Thompson a knowing smirk before channeling energy into her muscles again, relishing the sensation of muscle materializing on her frame.

A familiar knot formed in Thompson’s stomach as he watched Cindy grow again.  He asked, “How big are you going to become this time?”

“How big do you think I should become?”

“As if you’d ever listen to my advice,” Thompson retorted.  His attention was diverted to Cindy’s controlled growth – she steadily gained a pound of mass with each passing second.

Cindy smirked, “I meant it when I said you’re smart.”

Not long ago, Cindy would have been overwhelmed by the growth’s pleasure, but she was gaining control control.  She summoned a large swell of energy, grunting as dozens of pound instantly appeared on her frame.  Cindy’s clothing clung against her skin, and was automatically reinforced again.  She looked down at Thompson with a knowing grin.  He merely stared up at her, finding it difficult to think straight in her enhanced presence.

“This is a nice start…”  Cindy extended her right leg – the Y-shaped muscle her massive trunk-like thigh bulged to life.  “But we both know I’m going to want more than this.”

Thompson stared at the quadricep – it was alluring and terrifying, possessing life and power beyond what thought possible.

“Go on.  Touch it,” Cindy ordered, enhancing her voice again, making it commanding and warm.

Thompson thought Cindy’s voice sounded royal – like a queen’s.  He found it difficult to resist.  He reached over and placed his hands on Cindy’s left quadricep.  His fingers involuntarily trembled.  Cindy remained perfectly still, yet Thompson could detect an immeasurable amount of vigor brimming from her thigh.

But instead of being repulsed like he was earlier, Thompson felt attracted to the muscle.  It represented limitless virility on a primal level. Cindy was the most physically fit specimen he ever encountered.  Cindy placed a hand on Thompson’s shoulder.  She could see and feel the cheer energy generating within him.  ‘This is working.  He’s enjoying this more by the moment.  Which means he’s coming further under my control…’ she thought.

“Finally coming around to my muscles?” Cindy purred, encouraging him to agree.

“They are… quite nice,” Thompson admitted.

“Then there’s no point in holding back.  Get ready.”

Cindy took a step back.  She released all restraint, let out a thunderous roar, and flooded her muscles with a tidal wave of energy.  They instantly swelled, expanding and hardening at the same time.  “One hundred pounds I’m estimating,” Cindy said, referring to how much she just grew.

She reached her arm down and flexed her bicep.  A massive grapefruit-sized muscle rose up, and a deep divide formed between the upper and lower halves of the muscle; thick tendons bulged within the crevice, and pumped azure veins snaked along its head.

Without prompting or permission, Thompson placed his finger on the muscle.  “Just… how big is this thing?” Thompson asked, rubbing his finger against the peak, enthralled and fearful of its indestructibility.

Cindy thought about the question, and stared at her bicep for a moment before replying, “I’m guessing 26 inches.”

“How is this even possible?”  Thompson couldn’t believe how arousing the muscle was.  He had always been attracted to a woman’s breasts and curves – not her biceps.  Yet here he was, enamored with one.

“Kiss it.”

‘Do I really want to…’ Thompson started to think, but was overwhelmed by his base instincts.  He placed his lips on the muscle and kissed it.

‘Incredible,’ Cindy thought, ‘I tormented Thompson my entire life.  A mere few minutes ago I threatened to kill him.  And now here he is, worshiping me.  Worshiping my muscles at that.’  She chuckled out loud.

Thompson looked up at her, bewildered and enthralled.  Cindy was so many things at once: beautiful, strong, intelligent, capable… dangerous.  And he found himself falling deeper in love with every passing second.  Thompson didn’t feel guilty about his wife.  His adoration for Cindy was like towards a celebrity or deity

Cindy looked down, bemused with her latest acquisition.  In a matter of a few minutes, Cindy had successfully won Thompson over – body and mind.

Thompson stared up at Cindy.  For so many years he viewed Cindy as the source of his troubles – and now he was obsessed with her.  Cindy stared into his eyes, effortlessly reading his expressions, discerning precisely what he felt.  “You’d like there to be more of me, wouldn’t you?” she asked, her voice warm and agreeable.

He couldn’t help but nod, “You’re perfect Cindy.  So more of you can’t be a bad thing.”  As the words left his mouth, Thompson was perturbed by them.  Did he really just say that?  Did he think this?  It sank in quickly – yes, he did.

“Good anwser,” Cindy replied.  “Helpful as you are, you’re currently too tall.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry, that’s easily fixed.”  Cindy took in a deep breath and willed herself a few inches taller, reaching a final stature of 6’6”.  “There, one whole foot taller than you,” she said with a smile, looming down, languishing in how small Thompson was compared to her.

Thompson found himself eye-level with Cindy’s prodigious chest.  The massive, firm breasts were surrounded by a labyrinth of bulging, impossibly strong muscles.  He now loved the paradoxical nature of Cindy’s form.  “Oh… Cindy…” he muttered, trying to collect himself.  Shouldn’t he be scared?  Cindy was massive again.  The last time this happened, she abused her strength.  And yet, Thompson was now Cindy’s ally and… servant?  Was this what he wanted, to serve Cindy?

“I take it you approve of my latest changes?” Cindy asked.

Thompson craned his neck upward to meet her eyes, “Y-yes, of course.  Come to think of it, you’re the new leader of the family.  So it’s fitting that you become the tallest.  And you’re obviously the strongest too.”

‘The new leader of the family,’ Cindy thought, a little surprised at how quickly Thompson had yielded that title to her.  “Perfect answer,” she replied.  Cindy wanted to test his loyalty, to see just how fully dedicated he was now.  “You are aware that your sole existence will be to strengthen me, correct?  That every waking moment will be dedicated to giving me cheer energy, or performing actions that generate more energy for me – right?”

Thompson continued to nod, “Of course.  Whatever helps you will help the world.”

Now Cindy nodded,  “That’s right.”

Cindy noticed the marks on his neck from her attack earlier.  She slowly lifted her hand, and gently placed her fingers around his throat, carefully massaging it.  Thompson initially winced, but soon found it pleasurable.  He would later note the irony of the situation.

“Let’s see if I can do something about this,” Cindy said before visualizing her energy again, this time imagining it as a healing stream – using the power that could build her own body to restore Thompson’s.  It worked.  Slowly, the internal wounds healed, the weakened skin hardened, and the developing bruise disappeared.

She let go, and Thompson clasped at his neck, “It’s good as new,” he said, awestruck.  In his subconscious, Cindy had transformed from a devil into a holy figure.

Cindy sensed this, and liked the idea of being a holy figure.  She summoned energy to her hands, and generated a ball of light.  It emanated warmth, and Thompson clasped at her hands, eager to move closer to the orb.  A steady stream of cheer energy was flowing into Cindy – from healing Thompson, and for the comforting ball of energy.

“Do you pledge your fealty to me, Thompson?” She asked, with just enough warmth to remove the words’ domineering edge.

“We did sign a contract,” he replied.

“That’s right.  We agreed to generate as much cheer for the world.  Which we shall do.  But what is your goal now Thompson?” Cindy asked, hoping for what Thompson would say next.

“I…”  Thompson paused.  What was his goal now?  Despite everything that had happened, all he could think about was Cindy’s splendor.  “I want to help you become a goddess.”

“A perfect answer,” Cindy replied, bending down and kissing him on the forehead.  ‘And a perfect present from Santa.’

 

 

– The End

 

10.) ‘After-Credits’ Scene

Sherry stood in the living room of her apartment, fingers trembling with anticipation.  At last, she held the letter in her hands.   Before Sherry left the mansion, she snatched the envelope, and left as quickly as she could.  She trusted Cindy, but this opportunity was too big to not play safe.  Besides, Cindy did say that Sherry could do whatever she pleased – so long as she didn’t destroy the letter, she didn’t do anything wrong.

She took the letter out of the envelope and unfolded it.  As Sherry’s fingers touched the paper, she felt a spark at her fingertips.  A shiver ran down her spine, and suddenly some of the letters rearranged themselves.  The letter now started with “Dear Sherry”.

Sherry’s eye grew wide.  ‘Ohmygod… is this really happening?’ she thought to herself.

She didn’t have to wait long for her answer.  Sherry’s boyfriend entered the room, happy to see that she had come home early.  Overjoyed, he wrapped his arms around her, and passionately kissed her.  As their lips touched, Sherry felt a spark run down her spine.  Her reward was about to come.

 

– The End!

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