As Jeff browsed through the kitchen, he turned over ideas for Cleo in his head. "You're used to very sweet foods, so I don't want to get you started with the most savoury foods straight up, but we still need something healthy... Aha!" He picked up a red fruit. "An apple, perfect!"
Cleo gave it a side-eye. "Are you sure?"
"Of course. Just try it, Cleo, it won't hurt you."
She took a bite of the apple, then another, then another, until there was nothing left but the core. She tossed it in the bin with perfect aim. "There, I ate your fruit. Happy?"
Jeff smiled. "Yes, but I've had another idea. Here." He tossed her another apple. Cleo looked at it with utter confusion.
"Alright, now sit on this chair, and put the apple between your knees," Jeff said as he grabbed out the Chronivac. He was getting ready for round two. As Cleo made herself comfortable, he set the parameters of the transformation.
Evolution: 1000 years
Environmental factor: 1000%
Endpoint: Manual
Evolution: Per second
Awareness: On
Reality Alteration: On, Integration mode
"What do I do now?" Cleo asked, from where she was perched on the chair. Jeff grinned, and pressed start.
"Now? Squeeze."
Cleo did, her face going red from the effort. This time, with such a powerful evolution, Jeff could visibly see her legs bulk up, calves widening the same size as his own, well-trained muscles, her thighs thick and strong. Each second was antagonizingly slow, crawling past as Cleo just got stronger. Her breath began to come in pants, her head tilted back in bliss. The apple creaked, and then splat! It was nothing more than a pancake of torn white flesh and sweet-smelling juice. Jeff stopped the transformation. All of 10 seconds had passed. He stared at Cleo as she stood up.
Almost comical, attached to her skinny frame, her legs rivalled Jeff's as she ran her hands down the muscle. Plump and thick, veins were just beginning to poke through the surface, muscle tone rippling slightly as she stretched. It was nowhere in the extremes, but you could be certain something was there, now, where you couldn't before. Not to mention, they were also a lot denser than any other person's muscles, thanks to her evolution. Stronger, more powerful, more efficient, just the way Cleo wanted to be. She beamed.
"Wow, that was great! I can't believe how much you've managed to do in such a short time!"
Jeff blushed. "Of course. Anything for a friend."
"Anything?" Cleo tilted her head, eyes narrowed, lips curled into a smirk. "You really mean that?"
"I do."
She stalked towards him, hips swaying to account for her newly thickened legs. Jeff noticed that despite that, she still had a distinct gap between her thighs that looked so delectable. Cleo stopped inches from his skin. "I don't know what it is about you that makes me so much better, but please, keep improving me. I want to go all the way to the top. And make it feel so good, just the way it did before." She leaned away. "Now, come on, let's do some more training outside."