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beautification-tales · 2 months

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The Secret

Cindy tiptoed through the dark hallway of the dormitory, her heart racing like a caged animal. The faint glow of the emergency lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making every creak and groan sound like an ominous warning. She paused outside of Greg's room, her knuckles white as they tightened around the keycard. With a deep breath, she swiped it across the reader and pushed the door open.

“Hey Greg can you talk? I have something I need to tell you?” Cindy whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. Greg, who was lying on his bed, turned his head in her direction. In the dim light, she could see the surprise in his eyes before he sat up and switched on the lamp.

“I know it’s weird for me to come straight to your room like this… but I can’t keep this secret anymore.”

Greg studied her face for a moment, a mix of confusion and curiosity written all over it. "Okay... what's going on, Cindy?"

She took a deep breath and forced the words out. "I have a crush on you. I mean, I really like you. Like... a lot." Her cheeks flushed crimson as the words hung in the air between them. “I know it sounds so childish to say it like that but… I know you like me too.

He gave her a sympathetic smile, trying to make her feel better. "Cindy, I appreciate the compliment, but I don't see you like that. I mean, you're my friend, and I care about you a lot, but... not like that." Cindy looked down frowning for a moment but then shook her head and smiled. “No, Greg I know that you really really like me. That’s why I’m being honest with you right now.”

Greg chuckled nervously. "I'm sorry, Cindy, but I don't think you understand. You're my best friend, and I could never... I mean, not like that. It wouldn't be right." He paused, hoping she'd take the hint and leave. "Look, why don't we talk about this tomorrow? When we both have more time to think about it?"

“No… I want to talk about this now! What do you mean by ‘you could never’” Cindy pouted. Greg sighed, feeling a bit guilty for hurting her feelings. "Look, Cindy, it's not that I don't like you or anything like that. It's just... I'm not attracted to you in that way." He paused, searching for the right words to explain. "You're like a sister to me. I mean, I care about you a lot, and I want the best for you, but... I don't see you as a romantic partner or anything like that."

Cindy looked down at herself. She had a cute face underneath her glasses but she did lack the assets that Greg enjoyed on a woman. Cindy smiled and reached into her backpack revealing a bracelet. “I also wanted to show you this Greg.” Greg looked at the bracelet with curiosity. It was quite large and made of bronze with ancient writings upon it. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Greg took the bracelet from her and examined it closely. "Where did you get this?" he asked, intrigued. "I found it in the library. It was hidden in one of the books. I've been researching it and I was keeping it a secret from you until now. It’s the reason why I know you like me as much as I like you.”

Cindy placed the bracelet on her arm as sparks started to go off around her body. Her eyes began to glow as it felt as if electricity filled the air. “What’s happening?” Greg asked, clearly frightened. Cindy smiled, her eyes still glowing. "I’m sorry I kept this secret from you but I’m unnnnh I’m." Cindy began to moan involuntarily as the bracelet’s magic power flowed within her. The bracelet disappeared in a flash as Cindy continued to moan. Greg watched in awe as her mousy short hair turned jet black and flowed down her back.

Her glasses fell off, revealing piercing emerald eyes. Her small frame stretched, making her seem taller, and her clothes tightened against her body as her breasts began to expand. Her moans grew deeper and huskier as her body grew. Her Lips became blood red as they plumped and her face stretched and changed. She let out a grunt as her shirt tore to make room for her massive breasts. Greg looked down and could not believe the sight as her waist thinned and her hips exploded out. He could make the outlines as her body filled with muscle. The sound of lightning filled the room as light began shining on her clothing as they began to morph and change into a purple and black outfit that Greg knew so well. “ Holy fuck you’re Umbra?!”

“Mmmm yes Greg” Cindy’s new voice oozed with sensuality as Greg adjusted himself on his bed. “I told you, I I knew you wanted me.” She purred as she walked up to him and looked down at his boxers. Greg gulped as he found the courage and squeeked “how…?”

“Well after I found the bracelet and became my superhero self I started fight crime as you know.” She flexed her arm showing an impressive bicep. “I found that I was strong, super fast, I could fly and could hear my name said across the globe”

“You have … super hearing?” Greg asked, a little stunned.

Cindy nodded, her breasts swaying delicately beneath her. "Yes, and I found that I could control it, sort of. I can focus on a certain person and I can hear everything they say, even if they're across the world." She winked at him, her eyes sparkling. "And can you imagine my surprise when I heard my name being called but not for help….well not in danger kind of help.”

Greg swallowed hard, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "So, you've been listening to me this whole time?" he asked, feeling a mixture of shock, embarrassment, and a strange kind of excitement.

Cindy nodded, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "Oh yes, my dear Greg. I've heard every thought, every moan, every time you've touched yourself thinking of me." Her voice was husky now, and Greg could feel himself growing even harder. " Am I your type now?” She asked, stepping closer to him.

Greg couldn't believe this was happening. His fantasy girl had become real, and she wanted him. He could feel his heart racing as he looked into her emerald eyes. "You're perfect," he managed to croak.

Cindy in a lightning flash removed Greg’s boxers as she sat upon his lap putting just enough weight on him as she smiled. "Oh you're not so bad yourself." She breathed into his ear. "I've dreamt of this moment for so long." Her hand slid down between their bodies and she gripped his hardness. "Now, I'm going to give you what you want."

Her hand began to stroke up and down his length, her muscular thighs squeezing him with each movement. Greg gasped, arching his back as pleasure coursed through him. He could feel her other hand slide around to cup his balls, massaging them gently. "I have so much power as Umbra but this power is my favorite now," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Her breasts brushed against his chest as she leaned in closer, her lips hovering just above his. He could feel her nipples harden against him, and he ached to taste them. With a soft moan, she finally kissed him, their tongues tangling together as she continued to stroke him. Greg couldn't believe how good this felt. He'd never been with a woman as strong, as confident, or as desirable as Umbra…Cindy.

“Fuck me Greg. You can’t say no now. My ultimate power is making you mine." She moaned, her voice deep and husky. As she continued to stroke him, her hips began to move in a rhythm that matched her hand. Greg could feel the heat from her body, the strength in her grip, and the wetness between her legs. He could barely contain himself as he fought to keep control.

Finally, she pulled off her costume bottom as her stiletto boots stayed on her body. She slid on Greg as he groaned, feeling her heat and wetness around him. He held her close, feeling her muscles rippling under his fingertips as she moved with him. Her breath came in quick gasps, her hips bucking against him as she took control of the rhythm.

"You feel so good," she panted, her eyes half-closed. "So big just as I dreamed." She leaned forward, her breasts swaying free above him, and kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his. Greg arched his back, moaning into her mouth as he felt the familiar tugging sensation building inside him. He knew he was close.

Cindy seemed to sense it too, and she increased the pace of her hips, her body moving in perfect sync with his. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, and he could feel the strength and power emanating from her. It was overwhelming in the best possible way. She was like a goddess, a superheroine who had finally come to claim him as her own.

As he felt the climax building inside him, he thrust his hips forward, unable to contain himself any longer. He groaned her name as he came, feeling his release spill deep inside her. She cried out, her body shuddering beneath him, and Greg knew she had found her own release too. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Finally, with a contented sigh, she slid off of him and sat on the bed beside him. She looked at him with a soft smile, her emerald eyes filled with affection. "Stan Lee had it half right…” Greg turned and looked deeply into her eyes. “With great power comes the ability to fuck your crush” Greg laughed as they embraced and kissed again.

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beautification-tales · 3 months

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Rhoda vs. Stella

As Rhoda sat in front of her small television set, the news anchor's voice droned on and on about the heroic feats from the amazing Stella. She'd saved a bunch of people from a collapsing building, apparently. Rhoda couldn't help but let out a little sigh. "Another day, another news segment all about Stella," she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. The room was dark and dank, the only light filtering in through the curtain-covered window, and the air smelled stale, like old socks and cheap perfume. It was the kind of place you'd expect to find a character in a particularly depressing Russian novel, not a twenty-seven-year-old woman like Rhoda.

She flipped through the channels, hoping to find something else to watch, anything else, but it was as if Stella had taken over the entire television network. Every channel was showing replays of her latest heroic exploits, interviews with people who had met her, or experts discussing her superpowers. Rhoda scowled, growing increasingly frustrated. "Come on," she grumbled, "there's got to be something else going on in the world besides that self-centered brat."

Just then, the news anchor switched to a live feed from the scene of the rescue. There was the Superheroine Stella herself, perched atop a pile of rubble, a group of grateful citizens crowding around her. Beside her, an attractive male witness was raving about how beautiful she was, how her every move was grace under pressure, how she'd saved his life and the lives of countless others. The camera lingered on her perfect features, her sculpted physique, her glowing skin. Rhoda gritted her teeth, feeling a familiar mix of anger and envy rise up inside her.

As the male witness continued to gush, Stella winked at him coyly before taking flight, soaring effortlessly into the sky, leaving the stunned crowd in her wake. Rhoda turned off the television, unable to stand another second of the nauseating spectacle. She rose from the dusty old couch, stretching her stiff limbs, and glanced around the room, taking in the clutter and the peeling paint. There was a time when she'd thought this was all she'd ever have, but now, hearing about Stella everyday just made her feel worse.

With a sigh, she headed down the narrow hallway to the bathroom, her movements listless and slow. As she reached the bathroom door, she paused, taking a deep breath and steeling herself. She hated the bathroom, with its small, dingy mirror and its drab, institutional colors. It made her feel even more invisible than she already did. But there was no avoiding it; she needed to wash her face.

Rhoda splashed her face with cold water, trying to wake herself up. She scrubbed her face vigorously, wishing she could scrub away the feelings of inadequacy and self-pity that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. Finally, she reached up and put on her glasses, taking a step back to survey herself in the mirror. Her short brown hair looked dull, her face framed by the round, wire-rimmed spectacles. She looked... ordinary.

Her thoughts drifted back to Tim, her cute coworker at the local coffee shop. They'd worked together for over a year now, and she'd been harboring a secret crush on him for almost as long. He was tall and handsome, with a killer smile and a witty sense of humor. He was always nice to her, but she suspected he didn't see her as anything more than a friend. It didn't help that every time she'd tried to make a move, she'd chickened out at the last minute, leaving her feeling even more pathetic than usual.

"You're just jealous," she muttered to herself, trying to convince herself it was true. Maybe she could learn to be more like Stella, to be more confident, more outgoing. Maybe then Tim would notice her. But then again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. After all, Stella was a superhero, not a real person. It was one thing to admire her from afar, but trying to emulate her was setting herself up for disappointment.

She sighed, running her hands through her damp hair. There had to be another way. Maybe if she could find some kind of outlet for her own unique talents, something that made her feel special. Something that didn't involve trying to be someone she wasn't. She glanced back at the mirror, hoping for some sort of inspiration, some glimmer of an idea. But all she saw was her own reflection, looking back at her with tired, resigned eyes.

And then, suddenly, there she was. Stella. Not the news anchor, not the image on the television screen, but the real Stella, standing beside her in the mirror. Her perfect features were marred by a frown, and there was a curious expression in her eyes. "Why are you so jealous of me?" she asked softly.

Rhoda started, then turned to face Stella. "I'm not jealous," she said defensively. "I just wish people would see me for who I am, not just some stupid superhero."

Stella raised an eyebrow. "And who do you think you are?" she asked, her voice soft but steady. "You're just a shy quiet invisible girl. You can’t possibly compete with me. And maybe people would notice you if you weren’t so pathetic."

Rhoda felt a sting of hurt at Stella's words, but she knew there was some truth to them. She took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I know I'm not perfect," she said, "but I have my own strengths. I can be kind, and caring, and I'm good at my job. I just wish people would see that."

Stella studied her for a moment before speaking. "You know what they say about nice girls?" she asked quietly. "They finish last. You have to stand up for yourself, Rhoda. You can't keep playing the victim, waiting for someone to notice you. You saw the news! Everyone is talking about me…about us!”

Rhoda felt a spark of anger ignite in her chest. "Us?" she asked incredulously. "You mean me and you? I'm not like you, Stella. I don't have powers. I don’t wear a white leotard.I'm just an ordinary girl trying to make her way through life."

Stella stepped closer, her expression softening. "But you do have a power, Rhoda. You have the power to make a difference. You have the power to choose how you want to use your gifts. You could be me, using your abilities to help people. Or you could keep hiding behind your glasses and your shyness, content to be invisible."

Rhoda felt her resolve wavering. She knew that Stella was right, that she did have a choice. But it was so much easier to just go along with things, to be the quiet one in the background. "I don't know if I could ever be like you," she admitted, her voice barely audible. "I mean, did you see how you flirted with that guy on the news?”

Stella smiled, a small, wistful expression. "Yes, I did," she replied. "And I enjoyed it. I like having the power to make men swoon.” Stella flexed her right arm bicep triumphantly. “You’re such a prude Rhoda. Did you see how tall he was? Did you see how… big he was?”

Rhoda felt her cheeks flush crimson, but she didn't back down. "Well, I'm not interested in using my abilities like that," she said, her voice steady. "I want to use them for something more important."

Stella raised an eyebrow. "Like what?" she asked, her tone challenging. "You think you can change the world, Rhoda? You're just one person. And even if you could, so what? You'd still be stuck in this life, living in the shadow of someone like me. Stop fighting what you are! What you’re meant to be just let me out. Let me play!”

Rhoda felt a surge of determination rise within her. "I can make a difference," she insisted, her voice firm. "I don't have to be like you to matter. I can be plain old me to help people without showboating." She paused, meeting Stella's gaze unflinchingly. "And I won't let you control me anymore. I'm going to be who I want to be."

With renewed confidence, Rhoda turned and strode back into the living room. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves, and began to pace around the room. Her thoughts raced as she tried to formulate a plan. She knew that she couldn't continue to live in Stella's shadow, but she also didn't want to give in to her dark desires that Stella represented.

She stopped in front of the TV, her eyes glued to the screen as she watched the news. Another building was ablaze, and she could feel Stella's energy coursing through her veins, begging to be let loose. The reporter spoke of the destruction and the chaos, but Rhoda couldn't help but focus on the people.

Rhoda could hear Stella within her screaming for release. Rhoda felt as if she had no choice as she took the gold ring off her necklace and placed it on her ring finger.

The change was instantaneous. Her body began to stretch and contort, her bones popping and cracking as her muscles grew and her skin stretched. Her height increased as her spine lengthened, her hands and feet elongated to fit her new larger frame. Her hair turned long and blond and her eyes glowed with an ethereal light. The large sweater and sweatpants disappeared as a white leotard and white gloves appeared on her body. The old sneakers replaced with white matching boots as her impressive legs and arms were bare.

Stella's arrogant grin spread across Rhoda's face as she stepped out from behind the couch. She flexed her bicep enjoying the show, her muscles rippling with power. Her voice was deep and confident as she spoke, "Oh, don't worry, Rhoda. I'll take it from here."

She walked gracefully towards the burning building, her long strides effortlessly carrying her across the distance. People gasped in awe as they beheld her stunning beauty and unearthly strength. Stella reached the building and without hesitation, ripped the burning doors off their hinges. The flames licked at her skin, but she seemed unbothered.

With her enhanced senses, she could see inside the building, feel the heat and sense the panic of the trapped people. She moved through the smoke like a ghost, rescuing one person after another with ease. Her gloved hands were gentle yet firm as she helped the terrified occupants out of the inferno. The firefighters, impressed by her abilities, watched in silence as she worked.

The fire grew more intense as she continued her rescue efforts, but she seemed unbothered. She could feel the flames licking at her skin, but they did not harm her. She was in control. She was unstoppable. She was Stella.

“That is everyone in the building chief!” Stella proclaimed as she flashed her gorgeous smile.

The firefighters rushed forward to help her tend to the last of the survivors, their expressions a mix of awe and respect. They had never seen anything like it. A woman, a mere mortal, who had single-handedly saved everyone in that building without even breaking a sweat.

As they worked together, the crowd around them began to swell. News crews rushed to the scene, their cameras capturing every moment of Stella's heroics. She was a goddess among mortals, a beacon of hope in the midst of chaos.

The reporter from earlier pushed his way through the throng, microphone in hand. "Stella!" he exclaimed, his voice full of awe. "Is it true? Were these attacks on the buildings meant to draw you out?"

Stella's eyes narrowed, her expression growing cold. "I cannot speak for those who would commit such heinous acts," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "All I know is that when I heard the cries for help, I could not turn a blind eye. I had to do something." She turned back to the firefighters, her expression softening. "You all have my gratitude for your bravery and your service."

Stella walked away as she levitated off the ground about to fly home. Stella hovered in the clouds as she refused to give Rhoda control again. She was free and she wanted to have fun. “It’s time to show Rhoda that it’s more fun being me.”

She flew to the coffee shop where Tim was closing up. She slowly landed giving Tim an amazing view of her body.

"Oh my god, is that Stella? She's here?" Tim asked one of his coworkers.

"Yeah, it's her," the coworker replied, eyes wide with surprise and admiration. "So you think she wants coffee? ."

Stella looked at Tim with a playful grin, "Why yes, I wanted a cup but it looks like you’re just closing." She glided over to Tim, her movements graceful and fluid.

"Oh, uh, hi Stella," Tim stammered, his heart racing. "I mean, we're not really supposed to have anyone in here after hours, but I could, I mean, make you a cup really quick if you'd like."

Stella smiled at his nervousness, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, that's so sweet of you, Tim. But don't worry about it. You've got to close up, right?" She glanced over her shoulder at the coworker, who had been watching the exchange with wide eyes.

“You… you know my name?” Tim asked in shock, feeling even more flustered.

Stella laughed, the sound melodic and pleasant. "Of course I do, silly. You still have your nameplate on.” Stella was relieved at how quickly she covered for herself.

Tim turned a shade of red that was almost as vibrant as Stella's hair. "Oh... uh... right. Well, you know, if you change your mind..." he trailed off, not quite sure how to continue.

Stella gently grabbed Tim’s shirt as she lowered his head slightly into a kiss. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest as she pushed her powerful frame into his body. She could feel Tim melting into her as she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Stella felt his stiffness in his crotch as she slowly broke off the embrace.

"That's for being such a cutie," she whispered huskily, running her fingers through his hair.

Stella took a step back, giving Tim a moment to catch his breath. "I'm serious, Tim. If you ever need anything, just call me, okay?" She leaned in close, their noses almost touching. "And if you ever want another kiss like that... just find me. I'll be waiting."

With one final wink, Stella lifted off the ground, her arms spreading wide as she glided gracefully out of the street and into the night. The coworker stared after her, his mouth hanging open.

Back in the apartment, Stella floated to the bathroom mirror. She stared at her reflection, admiring the yellow fire in her eyes. She had never felt so alive, so free. It was as if she had shed a layer of skin, revealing the confident, powerful woman she was meant to be.

"Hello, Stella," Rhoda's voice said softly, her tone devoid of any of the condescension it once held. "You had your fun, now give me my body back."

Stella turned around slowly, her eyes narrowing as she studied her former self. "And why would I do that?" she purred, her voice a sultry purr. "I'm having too much fun being me." She lifted her chin defiantly, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Rhoda's eyes widened in surprise. She had never expected Stella to react like this. "But you don't understand, Stella. I need my body back. I have things I need to do, people who depend on me."

Stella's yellow eyes glinted with mischief. "Oh really? And what about me, Rhoda? Don't I deserve to enjoy being in this body for a little while longer? After all, it's not like you were using it to its full potential." She stepped closer, invading Rhoda's personal space. "I can promise you, Rhoda. If you let me keep being you... well, you might just find that you like it."

With that, Stella slipped her hands under her top, cupping her breasts in her hands. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of them, the softness against her palms. She gently massaged her nipples, watching with satisfaction as they hardened under her touch. Then, slowly, she lowered her hand to feel her warm wet slit.

Rhoda watched, shocked and aroused, as Stella began to explore her own body. She felt a wave of desire course through her, an urgency that she hadn't experienced in years. She had forgotten what it was like to feel so alive, so present in her own skin.

As Stella's fingers found their way to her clit, Rhoda gasped, arching her back involuntarily. The sensation was almost too much to bear. She felt herself growing wetter, hotter, more and more eager for release. "Oh god, Stella," she breathed, her voice shaking. "What are you doing?”

Stella looked up at her, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "What does it look like I'm doing?" She gave her a sultry wink. "I'm enjoying myself." And with that, she circled her finger around her clit, harder and faster, until they were moaning in unison.

“Just give in Rhoda. Let me finally be your true self. I can give you everything you want. Tim practically came in his pants just from kissing us.” Rhoda gasped at the thought. “No more being invisible, no more boring routine. Please Rhoda … fuck it feels so good.”

Stella's words reverberated in Rhoda's mind as she felt Stella's fingers expertly tease her body. She had never experienced such pleasure, such raw desire. It was as if a dam had been broken, releasing a torrent of emotion and lust that she hadn't known was there. She wanted this, she needed this.

Rhoda moaned in ecstasy as she screamed in unison with her superhuman side “I am Stella!”

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