Rachel slipped on one of her new bikinis striking several bodybuilding poses in the mirror she smiled triumphantly egotistically going through various scenarios and fiddling with the ring before she confidently stormed downstairs and into the kitchen as her father Paul arrived home from work he was a stocky fat balding man I’m his mid 30’s with greying hair and signs of a stressful life. Rachel commanded her father in a demanding tone “Dad drive me to Venice sands beach I want to show off!”
Paul looked at his daughter in shock and anger
“ Absolutely not young lady it’s a 16 hour drive and it’s a school night! Furthermore just because you inherited your grandmother’s recessive Amazon genes does not make it okay to talk to me like that, you will show me respect!!”
Samantha rolled her eyes realizing she wasn’t getting her way and hastily made another wish.
“I wish you were more like me and wanted the same things!”
The sky darkened and began thundering as reality began to warp and re-tailored to the snotty 14 year old’s words. Paul fell silent slumping over slightly in the kitchen as his eyes rolled back into his skull and he began to hyperventilate. Rachel stared pie eyed unsure of what she had just done as the ring cool on her finger. The entranced 36 year old man was warping before his daughter’s very eyes growing younger rapidly racing backwards through his 30’s and late 20’s his hair regrowing and becoming black before tickling his shoulders. Paul’s age finishing at 23 years old the last vestiges of his gut receding and his wardrobe changed demonstrating what was to come as his hair was interwoven with pink highlights as it reached mid back. His button down collared shirt warped the buttons shrinking and the neckline plunging as the bottom worked it’s way upwards becoming a soft cropped red tank top, his boxers warped into a strange yellow mesh thong that peaked it’s straps above his pants, his slacks were becoming purple and changing to a stretchy material hugging his thinner more toned frame becoming leggings, lastly his regular white socks dissolved and his loafers became open toe leather sandals.
Paul’s feet and hands became immaculately manicured and pedicured with French tips as his ears became pierced with hoop earrings and jewelry appeared, tasteful makeup appearing on his now undoubtedly feminine but still hard lantern jawed face , her long shiny salon styled hair with pink highlights became more long enough to touch his ass. After this things became more drastic as Paul stretched taller than his former daughter and continually bulked up with thick dense muscle, his voice taking on an although huskier breathy feminine tone. Contorting and writhing upright his bones cracking giving his broader physique a more feminine shape skin began becoming tanner and darker until it was a dark bronze color, his face popping and altering becoming more like the face of a stern black woman with green almond shaped eyes. Paul’s physique surging past bikini competition shape and beyond continued to improve as he developed small sagging breast tissue before they inflated into big cavernous silicone J cups, his hips continued to flair outward struggling to keep up with her thickening smooth vascular calves as his smooth chocolaty muscular ass balloons with muscle. His testicles slurped into his body as his penis finished withering into a sizable clit becoming a her. Rachel now remembers the 11 foot veritable muscle titan as Stella Moore, Rachel met her in karate class around age 9 before Stella won her pro card and the pair quickly bonded over being the only giantesses in the class and their love for martial arts. Stella introduced to lifting weights getting Rachel a set for her 10th birthday and seeing her have a knack for it took her on as her coach.
From then on Stella was more of a parent than her actual parents who feared her as she grew older and more muscular. Stella was one part coach and one part parent tutoring her, buying her books and clothes and even bathing her when a exercise session proved too strenuous leaving Rachel sore. Their relationship was beyond that though and Rachel remembers spending hours lathering Stella’s saturated obliques and 57” arms with oils and lotions as her mentor would stare at her lovingly as much as Rachel wanted to be like Stella she also felt an underlying desire to be with her. Reality settled down and the sky finished flickering.
Stella cracked a big smile and greeted her star pupil booming in a breathy baritone “Heey there girlie love that new swim suit on you, the price was unbeatable and you certainly deserve it with your gains! Hope you had a nice visit with your folks and your ready to hit Venice Beach for the jr division pro league.”