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By MagnusMagneto
Stacy character concept and some plot consultation from Ayanamifan
==Very minor spoilers – some notes for those who read the original==
In this rewrite, I’ve put more effort into fleshing out Stacy, while also actually introducing her friends. You may notice that Stacy is a bit more… self-assured, to put it nicely. This was always the intention: that she starts off selfish and full of herself, though not necceserily bad/evil; then over the course of her journey, changes as a person both physically and mentally. Or perhaps, a better way to put it: that she matures in a (hopefully) believable manner.
I’ve also more explicitly foreshadowed the invasion from the original chapter 1. To be frank, I personally still don’t think there was a need to do so (I’m not a fan of foreshadowing in general unless it’s thematic/symbolic) but due to the (relatively) overwhelming concensus that it was a major flaw of the original, foreshadowing has been added.
==End very minor spoilers==
1.) Friday – Three Days Before First Contact
Stacy Gainsworth was a fairly unremarkable 19 year old woman. Aside from her beauty, she was almost completely indiscernible from her fellow young, middle-class, American peers. She stood at a respectable 5’6”, and possessed a slender, athletic body with enough curves in the right places to attract any straight, red-blooded male’s gaze. Stacy exercised frequently to maintain her form, though she never trained seriously or bothered to lift weights. Her body alone was alluring enough to attract most men her age; but her blemish-less face, piercing blue eyes, porcelain skin, and silky black hair completed the package.
Despite this, Stacy wanted more. To look better, get more attention, be more attractive. She wanted to walk into a room and monopolize everyone’s attention with her presence alone. Stacy’s friends constantly assured her she was one of, if not the most attractive female they knew, yet Stacy still yearned to improve.
Stacy hadn’t quite realized the extent of her affect on most men until she had become a legal adult. Ever since this made itself apparent to her, Stacy’s confidence and assertiveness steadily increased. It was an upward spiral: the more attention she received, the more confident she became, and in turn the more effortlessly dominant she could become.
Still, Stacy needed to make improvements wherever she could to propel this cycle. Today she decided that new footwear was in order to keep her wardrobe up to date. It was summer-time, and Stacy’s go-to outfit of choice whenever possible was a mini-skirt and tight tank-top, revealing her toned midriff. Both of the garments were black, as the color created a very striking appearance next to her light skin and bright eyes.
To complete this current outfit, Stacy wanted something that exuded power and confidence. In particular, she had a menacing pair of boots in mind. Something to boost her height up a couple inches, and give her an even more commanding presence. All of the local apparel outlets failed to provide what she was looking for. The mainstream stores carried nothing that gave the vibe she wanted, as they catered to more traditionally feminine tastes; and the fringe outlet, Hot Issue, only had overly gaudy offerings.
On a lark, Stacy decided to investigate a nearby thrift store. If this failed, she’d have to resort to shopping online, which was always a dice-throw in terms of sizing. At first it seemed that the trip was going to be a bust. The store was tiny and smelled bad. Worse yet, the guy at the counter, a middle aged man, kept staring at Stacy. Then again, she did subconsciously enjoy the attention, even if it was from a fairly undesirable source. Frustrated, she marched up to the counter and asked the guy directly, “Do you have any, like, boots?”
The man blinked a couple times, he was visibly flustered by the visage of vitality and youthful beauty in front of him. “Y-yeah. What kind of boots?”
“Like…” Stacy thought for a moment. “Really big, bad-ass combat boots.”
The shop-keep chuckled. “They for your boyfriend or something?”
“No, I’m not tied down to a boyfriend.”
The older man gulped.
Before he could respond, Stacy followed up, “And you’re way too old for me.”
“That’s not… Anyways, the boots are for you then?”
Stacy nodded.
The man stroked his chin a couple of times. “Well… there is a pair I’ve got in the back, but…”
“Just let me see them.” Stacy barked.
Obediently, the man shrugged, disappeared into a backroom, and a moment later reemerged carrying the footwear in question. As Stacy’s gaze landed on the boots, her eyes grew wide. They were nothing like anything she had ever seen before. The first thought that crossed her mind was “Sci-Fi” followed by “Epic”. Another apt descriptor for the boots would be ‘big’. The shopkeeper’s spindly arms visibly struggled to carry them, as if they held a significant amount of weight.
Eventually, he brought them over and placed them on the counter with a loud thud, giving Stacy a better view. The boots were primarily black, with silver straps running across the front. There were what appeared to be slots for displays and lights, though there was no power supplied to them.
“Damn…” Stacy muttered under her breath. THIS was what she was looking for. She imagined herself in those boots, along with her current outfit; it was the missing piece to elevate her from ‘cute kind of punky looking girl’, to ‘sexy bad-ass’. All that was missing was some muscle on her frame. She had been considering starting to lift, and perhaps this would be a good impetus. Stacy imagined her friends, who were already quite jealous of her body, growing evermore frustrated as she became a musclebound hottie. She wanted to be the envy of every woman who laid eyes on her. To be a ‘smoking hot bad bitch’ in her own words. It was a childish fantasy, but her fantasy nonetheless.
After acknowledging she was spaced out, Stacy finally snapped back to reality. “So, these are the boots, right?” She quickly realized that the question was fairly silly, but the boots did look quite other-worldly.
The man nodded.
Stacy had a more relevant follow-up question ready, “And what size are they?”
The shop-keep scrunched his mouth to the side and shrugged. “Wish I knew. They’re the darndest things. Myself and the rest of my family tried them on. A couple other customers did too. Seems they just don’t fit on anyone’s feet; they always slide off.”
“Let me try then.” Stacy stated. It wasn’t a question or request, but a declaration of her intent. Stacy knew that the man in front of her wouldn’t dare object, she had him wrapped around her finger.
Before he could say anything, Stacy grabbed the boots and hoisted them into the air. They were indeed quite heavy, and a small pair of hard biceps popped up from the teenager’s arms. Stacy mentally noted that she had far less difficulty carrying the footwear than the shopkeeper did, which secretly thrilled her – the idea that she was stronger than this grown man. Her mind quickly flashed to the concept of building more strength and muscle on her frame, increasing her superiority over this silly little shop-keeper.
With a thud, Stacy dropped the boots onto the ground. She slipped her flip-flops off, and prepared to put her painted toes into the strange boots. Time for these babies turn me into a bad-ass! she thought to herself, hyping up the effect the boots would have on her life. If one were to delve into Stacy’s mind at that time, they would get the impression that Stacy thought these boots would single-handedly elevate her to some demi-god like level. That she’d slip them on and her existence would be forever altered. A ridiculous concept, as they were simply a pair of boots that she would likely find tacky and unwieldy once the novelty wore off. Or were they?
As soon as Stacy slipped her bare feet into the boots, a strange sensation coursed through her. What Stacy didn’t know was an army of alien nanomachines were flooding into her body, irreversibly bonding with her, altering her fate forever. Suddenly, the boots sprang to life, and a series of brilliant lights began to flash. “Holy shit! They’re electronic!” Stacy squealed with delight, imagining her friends responding with an equal amount of excitement. She bent down and examined them up close, discovering a digital display screen with a bright red number “10” on it.
The man behind the counter was bewildered by what he saw and emerged into the main space of the store to get a better look.
Stacy’s face was lit with joy. “These things are so cool!” she exclaimed before standing up to her new full height – which placed her directly at eye level with the man, or perhaps a smidgen taller. “Say… how tall are you?”
“Uh, 5 foot 10 inches.” he responded dully.
Stacy performed some quick mental math, and internally squealed with glee that these boots would raise her stature so much. She secretly reveled in the fact that she was now comparable in height to the shop-keep, which was somewhat thrilling combined with the prospect that she was possibly stronger than him too. This small surge of confidence was instantly addictive, and Stacy wanted more: now she truly desired to start pumping iron.
With the boots on, Stacy decided to perform a quick test walk. She found that they were surprisingly heavy, and she had to put in some effort to simply lift her feet. Every step she took had a considerable thud to it, something that would be aggravating to most people, but actually delighted Stacy, as it would be yet another small increase to her general presence. She took a few more steps and felt a pleasurable sensation in her legs, not unlike an endorphin release from exercise. This was curious in itself, but since it felt good and Stacy was already so elated, she decided not to question it.
After stomping around for a bit, Stacy came to the conclusion that she wanted to buy the boots. “Alright, how much for these things?”
“I was looking for a hundred for those.” The man replied. This was actually a lie. He had no price in mind, but judging off of Stacy’s reaction to the boots, he figured that she would be willing to part with a pretty penny for them.
“WHAT!?” Stacy shouted. “This is supposed to be a dumpy little thrift shop!”
“Whoa, calm down lady. As you can see, they’re, uh, Smart Boots, like you kids say. Very rare. If anything, a hundred is a steal.”
Stacy let out a sigh before producing her wallet. All she had on her was 70 in cash. She showed this to the man, who, strangely enough didn’t accept credit or debit at his shop. Stacy suggested that she’d go to an ATM and get the other 30. The man agreed. Stacy bent down to take the boots off, but was met with a peculiar problem: she couldn’t actually remove them. Try as hard as she might, the footwear were thoroughly attached to her feet.
“I uh… can’t get them off.” Stacy admitted. “I guess you can come over here and help me.”
The man shrugged and did precisely that. He was soon met with an overwhelming amount of resistance. All of his efforts were for naught, and the boot refused to budge. “Hey, what’s your deal?” the man quipped.
“They’re your boots! You tell me!” Stacy yelled back.
They continued to fidget, trying to take them off, but it was no use. Eventually the man offered to just sell them ‘at a discount’ for $70. Eager to get on with her day, Stacy accepted and walked out of the store, boots still on her feet.
2.)
[[In the full version, there is a full scene where Stacy goes to a gym and does a full body workout. What’s important to know for the story is that she has a workout where her body tingles the entire time; and that she’s stronger than she expected.]] –That evening
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Meanwhile, in another galaxy, a signal from Earth is received on an alien console. An entire fleet springs to life, preparing itself to mobilize.
3.)
The Next Day
“Holy shit Stace! Is that REALLY you!?” a short, blonde girl yelled. Her name was Marcie, and she was one of Stacy’s friends. Marcie was by no means unattractive, but she had always figuratively lived in Stacy’s shadow in terms of beauty. Today however, she was left far in the dust thanks to the muscles that had sprung up on Stacy’s body overnight.
“Damn straight it is!” Stacy replied with a toothy grin. She was positively reveling in the subtle dominance her new body was exuding. Stacy’s muscles had undergone another growth spurt over the past night, which had made them quite prominent in appearance. Her quads were thick, rippling, and completely packed with power. The part of her calves that were visible began to take the shape of a upside down heart. Her midsection had also been given new life in the form of a rigid four-pack; and her upper half was fuller, stronger, and harder. While her upper half was impressive, it was truly her legs that had taken on a downright intimidating appearance.
“Wanna feel?” Stacy offered raising her bulging right quadricep into the air. To the young woman’s surprise, it was fairly difficult to do so. What she had neglected to notice was the number on her boot’s display had increased overnight to “30”.
Marcie reached over and grabbed onto the chunk of feminine muscle, placing her small hands on it. Even with both of her hand-spans, she could barely cover half the circumference of Stacy’s tremendous thigh. “Oh my god…” the blond uttered. “It’s… so… hard!” she dug her fingers into the flesh, and found that it gave absolutely no yield to her grasp.
Stacy let out a playful laugh before putting her foot back down. She had always been a couple inches taller than Marcie, but equipped with these boots, she absolutely towered over the shorter girl. “This is just the beginning Marcie. I’m gonna get jacked! I’ll be the baddest bitch the world has ever seen!”
Marcie imagined Stacy with even larger muscles and blushed. While she had a boyfriend and primarily identified as straight, the thought of Stacy’s body becoming even greater was fairly arousing.
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Stacy and Marcie proceeded to meet up with their usual group of friends: a small collection of similarly aged men and women. They were all floored by Stacy’s new appearance, even the guys were requesting flexes so they’d have an excuse to lay hands on her prodigious form.
It was a great day for Stacy – one of the best thus far in her life. She thrived off of the unending attention and respect her new body commanded, and she earned it all so easily too! The young woman wondered if the boots were somehow connected to her rapid gains in the gym, or if she were simply some kind of extreme easy gainer. Either way, she was eager to push herself a bit further.
After getting her fill of attention from her friends, Stacy jogged back over to the gym. She decided to simply go for a run, as she didn’t want to make her upper half too muscular. After jumping onto a nearby treadmill, she started running as quickly as she could. It was incredibly difficult to maintain a high speed with the boots on, but at the same time Stacy felt as if her body was being flooded with energy. She kept pushing, going as long and hard as she could.
Time quickly melted away as Stacy watched a television nearby. What she neglected to notice was despite carrying such heavy boots on her feet, her muscles weren’t burning up or ceasing from a buildup of lactic acids. In fact, the motion of running was becoming extremely easy.
Eventually, an entire hour had passed. Stacy was surprised at how light she felt, and while she somehow had energy to continue, decided to head home. After running home, Stacy found herself met with mounting hunger. She stuffed herself completely full, unwound with some television, and eventually went to bed for the night.
4.) The Next Day
“Oh god…” Stacy uttered in a combination of horror and disbelief. “I wanted to get jacked, but this…”
The young woman’s legs were huge, striated, and bursting with power. She had only seen gams this large on Olympic sprinters. They were easily the largest among anyone in her friend group, including the guys. She lazily shook them, watching the tremendous slab of muscle move in disbelief. Her calves were similarly large. Her stomach churning, Stacy moved into the bathroom to see if her upper body had changed as well.
Gazing into the mirror, Stacy raised her tank top. “Oh shit…” she uttered. Her abdomen now held a thickly defined six-pack, and a collection of serratus muscles and accompanying obliques had sprung up. She brought her hands up to the coat of muscles on her core, feeling the rigid bumps. They were extremely hard. On a whim, Stacy formed a fist and beat the collection of feminine meat, producing a hollow thud – to her surprise, the action didn’t hurt at all.
Next, Stacy raised her arms upward for a classic double-bicep pose, noting that her arms were also a bit larger and better than a mere day ago. A split had formed at the peak of each arm, and a tendon was visible between the top and bottom of her bicep. She could also see the beginnings of her latissimus muscles emerging from behind her underarms.
Absentmindedly, the young woman flexed her arms a few more times, admiring how they danced on command. “God damn, I am ripped…” she mouthed, bringing her arms down and entering a side-tricep position, forcing a horseshoe of power to emerge. Stacy also noticed that on top of this arm sat a thick, round deltoid.
Stacy actually liked the way she looked, but wasn’t ready for the change to occur this quickly. She wondered how much she weighed, and moved over to a nearby scale. “239…!?” she screamed out loud. That’s when something clicked in her mind. The boots displayed a “50” on each side. A few days ago she weighed around 116 pounds, and she was larger now… it dawned on Stacy that the boots must weigh 50 pounds each. Furthermore, she must have gained 23 pounds of muscle. Twenty-three entire pounds in a mere two days. That was beyond unheard of. She didn’t even eat enough food to facilitate that much growth.
Stacy quickly fell to the ground and tugged at the boots frivolously, desperate to get them off. As much as she enjoyed the height, and apparently muscles, that they offered her, Stacy was terrified that things would keep going at this pace. Despite her best efforts, the footwear remained firmly on.
Fiddling around with the boot, she explored every nook and cranny for something: a kind of release mechanism, or other means to remove them. Eventually she found a single button. “Here goes nothing.” she said to herself before tapping it. A beep rang out, but the boots didn’t come off. Instead, a fairly pleasurable sensation welled in Stacy’s legs. She glanced over, and to her horror, the display had changed: it now read ‘60’! She let out a scream and tapped the button again, which did nothing but intensify the sensation she felt, and increased the display to 70!
Stacy stood up, and went to move her feet, which ended up proving itself an almost monumental task. She let out a feminine grunt and forced her foot into the air, which caused the pleasurable sensation to intensify even further. With a loud thud, she brought herself one step ahead. She repeated the process with her other foot. Slowly, she made her way towards the scale again. It was a slow and deliberate process, but she eventually got both of her feet in place to take a second measurement: 271 pounds.
Stacy did some mental math. Following the theory that the number correlated with weight, that should only be a 40 pound increase from last time. This was a 42 pound increase, which could only mean… Stacy looked down at her legs; she wasn’t sure if the was the lighting, but they certainly did look slightly more menacing than even a few more moments ago.
“Oh god…” she uttered again before stepping off of the scale – a process that was still difficult, but more manageable than before. She stomped around a bit more, finding that it was becoming easier to do so by the moment. On a lark, after walking was trivial once again, she stepped onto the scale once more, delivering the result of: 274 pounds. “Jesus… my legs… are like… growing in real time.” she concluded, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of her neck.
Stacy made her way out of the kitchen and sat down on her living room couch. This was all too much to take in. Her head was spinning. On one hand, she loved the idea of finally being the ultimate ‘bad-ass bitch’ with tons of powerful muscle, that was actually kind of sexy; but on the other hand, Stacy was terrified that this would continue and she wouldn’t be able to stop it. She was frightened of the prospect of becoming some blimp of flesh. Unsure of what else to do, she turned the television on.
Before she could get settled in, hunger overcame Stacy. She wandered into the kitchen and started stuffing everything she could find into her mouth. Stacy was ravenous, and her muscular body craved sustenance. After cramming an immense number of calories down her throat, Stacy became very tired. She stumbled over to her bed and crashed onto it before drifting off to sleep.
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[[In the full story, there is an extended scene here of Stacy waking up to the aliens’ initial invasion, the news reports, and texts from her friends chronicling how they had been kidnapped. Stacy hastily gathers some belongings and starts running, heading to some nearby wilderness outside the city. She ends up running ~30 miles, and finds her body becoming faster and more efficient over ti me, despite the weight attached.
This preview resumes as Stacy sits inside the heart of the wilds, pondering what to do next.]] –
Those… aliens, if that’s what they were, they captured her friends? A chill ran down her spine. How was this possible? What could Stacy possibly do? Would the aliens come for her next? The past couple of days had been such a dizzying ordeal. It all started when she put on those boots… Where they possibly tied to this?
Feeling defeated, Stacy sat down and buried her head into her knees. What was her next move going to be? She could try to rough it out in the wilds, but she only had so much food. Before long she’d have to find berries, or go hunting, or something along those lines. She had no idea how to do any of those things. More than just that, what if the aliens came searching for her? If they had the ability to destroy humanity’s combined forces immediately, then surely they would be capable of finding any stragglers they wanted.
Was Stacy really just going to hide out here in the woods? She’d just be buying time, hoping they leave, or are allergic to the atmosphere, or some other science fiction trope. Then a wild thought entered her mind. What if she took things into her own hands? These stupid boots had crammed nearly 30 pounds of muscle onto her frame in less than two days; and one of those days she actively avoided using them.
Just how strong could these boots make her? Wild fantasies of becoming something a behemoth capable of throwing cars flashed through her mind. She imagined leaping through the air, crushing alien spaceships with her bare hands. While she doubted the boots were capable of doing that, surely some added muscle would help her.
Stacy glanced down at her thick, bulging quadriceps. They were bursting at the seams with power. During her run, her legs had grown considerably stronger, and a quick squeeze confirmed that they were unbelivably hard; possibly harder than rock. If she could gain muscle that quickly from the boots, then maybe she could turn herself into a weapon. She could make those quads bigger, stronger, harder.
It’s true that she might have to become something monstrous, but maybe that’s what she needed to do. In terms of sacrifices to save the entire planet, packing a bunch of muscle on her frame wasn’t that bad.
With renewed vigor, Stacy looked over at the display on her boots. They read ‘80’. Biting her lower lip, she tapped the button, instantly releasing the pleasurable sensation, and increasing the number to ‘90’. Steeling herself, Stacy hit the button again – increasing it to ‘100’. Again; this time bringing it all the way up to ‘125’, accompanied by a tremendous swell of pleasure. Letting her anger towards the invaders guide her, she hit the button once more, but found that a different sounding beep rang out, and the display remained the same.
“125 per foot will have to do.” Stacy reasoned before standing up.
It was time for Stacy to rise. Not for only for herself, but for the entire human race!
You can buy this story here: Stacy's Quest Rebooted Chapter 1