Drunken Wish (Patreon)

Chapter One

It was so late, and Caulifla was so drunk, that the music blasting at the party she was at no longer made sense to her. She stumbled over to a table that, at the start of the night, had held more cocktails than she could count… and at that point had maybe two or three left intact. The Saiyan was just about to take the one she could see the best through her swaying vision when someone nearby spoke and distracted her from her important task.

“I lost my sister recently,” the woman lamented, her pain very obvious through Caulifla’s dulled ears. “Her boyfriend killed her…”

The woman’s friend gave the only response that made sense.

“I’m sorry…”

That was the final straw for Caulifla. She had heard too many stories just like that during her time on Earth, far too many - of women being ruined by their men, or by men in general. These outbursts of violence, far beyond the bounds of what was acceptable, hurt more than the victims themselves: a culture of fear was created, one that Caulifla was determined would end.

Put simply, it was an appalling state of affairs that had to change as soon as possible… so Caulifla resolved, then and there, to change it.

Of course, the power of the wish she would make would change the world forever. Caulifla knew not to trifle with it, so she spent a good few days working on wording her desires perfectly so that nothing would go wrong, no loophole could be found, and the outcome would be the one she wanted. Once she was satisfied with the phrasing of her thoughts, Caulifla summoned Super Shenron.

The Saiyan stood opposite the Eternal Dragon and gave voice to her thoughts.

“I wish that all innocent women killed by men be resurrected, and after that they will become stronger than all man united and will never need them in the future,” Caulifla said.

There was a pause as the dragon mentally worked through the best way to make Caulifla’s wish manifest. It was not going to be an easy task to change the world so thoroughly.

“This will take time,” the dragon rumbled. “In one week I’ll be ready to make this possible.”

Caulifla was filled with thrill that it would even be possible for Super Shenron to make her desires real. Waiting a week to see what the new world would be like would be no problem at all for her. With a bow she left the Eternal Dragon’s presence.

Of course, to work up the courage to ask for her wish, Caulifla had gotten almost blind drunk. As she walked away from Super Shenron, the Saiyan warrior clutched her forehead. The alcohol was definitely catching up with her!

“I’m not feeling well,” she mumbled, though there was no-one around to hear her or come to her aid. With nothing else for it, Caulifla simply curled up on the ground and let the sweet arms of oblivion - well, ‘passed out due to extreme intoxication, again’ - take her and keep her safe. The alcohol took hold of her most recent memories and tore them up into little pieces.

Put simply - Caulifla forgot she’d ever made the wish, or even wanted to in the first place.

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It was six days after the fateful and yet forgotten wish. Caulifla had been invited to Bras’s eighteenth birthday party and was enjoying the celebration in her typical fashion. A few hours into the night, however, a wave of pain sliced through her stomach like nothing else she’d ever experienced - and it wasn’t just the alcohol she’d consumed, wanting to take revenge upon her.

“I’m not feeling well,” Caulifla winced, clutching her flat, exposed belly with her right hand. “Need to go to the restroom!!”

With that, Caulifla almost charged other partygoers out of her determined way as she stumble-sped to the nearest restroom she knew of. Once inside, the Saiyan locked the door and, with a safe space on which to concentrate on herself and her issues, leaned on the restroom sink for support with both hands. As she brought her head up to look into the restroom mirror, Caulifla noticed with shock and awe that she was physically trembling.

“What’s going on?” she exclaimed - but the universe provided no answer to her pleading question.

But the three words did have one purpose, at least - they told Caulifla she wasn’t alone in the restroom. Kale emerged from wherever she’d been hiding - not that Caulifla would have seen her, necessarily, even if she’d been standing between her and the sink, so focused was she on her pain - with movements Caulifla didn’t hear, either. The timid Saiyan looked at Caulifla’s reflection with a gentle frown.

“Caulifla, are you alright?”

Caulifla gave her best friend two responses. The verbal one was a mere “I feel strange…”, but the physical one, the one she couldn’t have intended, was much more illuminating. As her entire body was wracked with what looked like a fit of shivers, Caulifla slowly started to grow not only taller, but much bustier, too!

Kale could only look on in shock and horror at the sight of her friend’s… transformation? Ascension? Discovery of another new Super Saiyan form?! Whatever was happening - Kale would ride it out with her best friend to the bitter end.

New heights and new breasts were not the only presents the transformation was bestowing upon Caulifla, however. There was also something shifting, growing, at crotch level. A tremendous bulge began to build up, settling down the left leg of Caulifla’s pants and, in a brief moment of clarity amidst the insanity, the Saiyan was grateful her pants were so loose.

That would not last long.

The bulge grew so much that traces of the veins that littered its surface pressed themselves against Caulifla’s pant leg. It managed to take up all the room between her pelvis and her knee for a brief moment, and still looked somewhat curled up, as if there were more that could be shown - wanted to be shown. The inevitable could only be moments away.

With sweat pouring down her face, Caulifla turned to Kale. To reassure her friend as much as she could manage in the circumstance, Caulifla laid a hand on the now much smaller woman’s shoulder. Through gritted teeth, as if that would guard against the pain in any way whatsoever, she spoke an urgent instruction.

“Please help me manage this!!!”

“Alright!!” Kale agreed.

It’s only in extreme moments that you learn who your friends really are. Kale proved herself to be a great friend to Caulifla in that she didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Instead, in a very business-like fashion that Caulifla noted and would talk to Kale about later - if there was a later that made any sense, at least! - she flipped Caulifla’s pants (which still hadn’t ripped, miracle of miracles in the madness) and freed the cause of the bulge.

Caulifla’s cock - and there was a pair of words to which both women adjusted quite quickly! - was, put simply, the longest and thickest in the world at that point. From root to crowning, bulging, gorgeous tip, it was about as long as Kale’s entire torso. There wasn’t time to marvel at the new biggest Wonder of the World, however, and they both knew it.

Kale moved her hands - and she needed both, for it was impossible to wrap one fist around Caulifla’s wondrous girth - up the awe-inspiring rod. She had no idea if her actions would help her friend and so this was the best idea she had! Once her soft, gentle palms were about halfway up, the sensations running through Caulifla’s body like a million sprinters with no sense of direction came to a head.

The orgasm was monumental. Cum spurted from Caulifla’s bulging cockhead like a fountain, albeit a fountain that shot out thick, virile seed with extraordinary power. The ceiling took the full brunt of bolt after bolt of jizz, and Kale counted herself very lucky that she wasn’t covered in the splashback.

Once Caulifla’s cock was spent, the changes happened so rapidly it was as if a dam had burst. Whatever obstacle had been preventing the amazing transformation from acting on Caulifla to its fullest extent had been well and truly removed. It recognised that fact with the most extraordinary effect so far.

Caulifla’s purple pants exploded as her newly lengthened legs developed the most amazing muscle either of the Saiyans had ever seen, even on their friends’ most powerful transformed forms. Every part of Caulifla’s body, from her ass down to her feet, spoke - no, roared! - of the most extraordinary power. Over a hundred pounds of purest brawn had just simply appeared, and in perfect proportion, in perfect symmetry.

Kale couldn’t see Caulifla’s ass from her vantage point, which was perhaps just as well. With the combination of her friend’s height and muscle increase, each cheek was now as big as Kale’s torso, all the way from her shoulders down to her pelvis. The transformative - magic’s? - effects had made her butt taut and power-packed, striations lining its sides and lower half to underline that this was not a woman you messed with.

Not any more.

Sweeping one’s gaze down the underside of Caulifla’s legs brought the eye to her hamstrings. They bulged from her butt down to the underside of her knees with thickness and power and the most incredible beauty. Veins littered their entire expanse, ready to feed their majestic might when Caulifla decided to put them to use.

Really, though, even her huge hammies were merely a warm-up act when compared to Caulifla’s new thighs. Mountains would likely tremble with each of the Saiyan’s future footsteps, given her colossal quads’ sheer immensity in all of the available dimensions. These bulky beauties Kale could see, and her eyes practically popped out of her head as they billowed to their new size.

Kale’s eyes didn’t know where to go next, so they just flicked from deep striation to monstrous vein and back and around and over in a muscle-mazed haze of amazement. The pop of Caulifla’s bad-girl muscles was supplanted by the rock-like immensity of her rectus femoris, big, bulky, and as badass as it was possible to be. The sheer width provided by Caulifla’s vastus intermedius, though, took the cake and ran with it for several hundred miles without getting in the least bit tired.

The smaller Saiyan - the much smaller Saiyan, to be accurate! - only registered the width of Caulifla’s calves in her peripheral vision, so drunk on quad was she. Although Kale could be forgiven for fixating on such large and beautiful muscles, her friend’s calves were not to be forgotten. A luscious split delineated each pair, showcasing their size and sensuality superbly, and the same indelicate sprinkling of veins as pretty much everywhere else on Caulifla’s legs glowed with wondrous vascularity.

“What the…!?” Kale managed to gape, her face aghast with shocked surprise. She barely had the time to lean away from the destructive blow of Caulifla’s pants not so much giving up the ghost as being torn apart by an event the manufacturers couldn’t possibly have predicted in their wildest fantasies. In many ways, Kale was to be commended for tearing her eyes away from Caulifla’s queen’s cock to focus elsewhere!

For her part, Caulifla had to fight through the pain to use every reflex she possessed to not fall to the ground and almost certainly injure Kale in the process. Not only had she grown taller, with her lower body now far stronger than anyone she knew - in any of their strongest forms, no less! - but her breasts had blown up to a size far bigger than her head (though her top, now reduced to a thin strip that just about covered her areolas, was holding on for dear life). She found balance by leaning over Kale with her arm outstretched, which was doubly useful for the pair: Kale was unhurt, and Caulifla didn’t have to worry about the ceiling.

For the moment, at least, for worse was yet to come.

Although Kale was not hurt, she had been affected. The same bulge that had signalled the huge changes Caulifla was still undergoing began to stir in the smaller Saiyan’s shorts, a bulge that started life almost the same thickness as Kale’s thighs… but, if the evidence of Caulifla’s changes was anything to go by, wasn’t going to stop there. Even this comparatively small bulge looked ridiculous on Kale’s slender body…

…so when her full monster-cock tore through the flimsy fabric prison and Kale’s futacum splashed all over the floor as she orgasmed for what felt, to her, like the first time again, she looked insane. The dick that had ruined her shorts was thicker than her arm, and its massive head was level with the top of her slender bustline. Kale had reeled back, as eager to keep her balance as the towering Caulifla above her, and reached out a hand to do so.

Kale’s transformation began to take on the familiar lines of Caulifla’s as her slender arms began to pump with Saiyan-tier powerful muscle! The rest of her body remained untouched, bizarrely, but that, too, was basically what had happened to Caulifla. Slowly Kale raised her arms into even a loose double biceps flex, and so many pounds of lean and powerful mass emerged that her jaw dropped.

Her biceps were almost the same size as her head, a pair of straining, bulging muscles crowned with beautiful vascularity, surging towards the ceiling - the only reason they weren’t higher than Kale’s ears was her slender swan neck. Although they were the main event, they certainly weren’t the only attraction to be found along her arms: triceps the width of the Saiyan’s torso blared out from their rightful places - and some would say their thrones - as colossal, conquering curve. Kale’s forearms, too, were brimming with strength she only had access to before when she transformed.

No wonder her eyes were wide with fright.

Back at the party, although no-one had noticed the absence of Caulifla and Kale, some of the partygoers had noticed that something strange was afoot. Bulma was one of them. She grabbed Chi-Chi and took her into a quiet corner, away from the music, so she could make herself heard.

“Do you feel a strange energy?” Bulma whisper-shouted at her friend, and they both turned to look in the direction of the bathroom that Caulifla and Kale were inside. Then there was a second - a moment that divided their lives into two parts. There was the part before the incident and, just one second later, the part after the incident.

Caulifla burst through the bathroom wall at a run, her body so very, very different from what it had been when Bulma and Chi-Chi had last seen the Saiyan. Her legs, for one, were taller than Chi-Chi herself, even when running, never mind extended to their full height. Perhaps even more embarrassing for the married women was the massive cock that roared erect between Caulifla’s thighs, as long as the Saiyan’s arm, the tip just about the same height as Chi-Chi’s forehead.

Neither Bulma nor Chi-Chi noticed right then and there how bizarre Caulifla looked as, apart from her fuller-than-usual breasts, nothing on her upper body had changed quite as dramatically as her lower body. It was as if the Saiyan were wearing some bizarre kind of pyjamas, or was the victim of some strange piece of magic. Whatever had actually happened to her, it was clear that she no longer wanted to be in the building as her new legs propelled her away from the scene with stunning speed.

The scene that Caulifla was so eager to leave involved poor Kale, whose transformation was both still ongoing and nowhere near complete. Her arms were now wildly out of proportion with her torso, packed to the max with the kind of beefy brawn only a transformed Saiyan should be able to achieve, and almost the width of that torso each on their own. What had changed from a moment ago was Kale’s legs.

Kale was now sporting thighs that, at their widest, were nearly twice the width of her still unchanged torso. It was as if someone had taken Kale’s head and torso and swapped out all of her limbs for those of a much taller heavyweight bodybuilder who had just gone for size. Well, size, mass, and power.

To great effect.

Kale’s legs may have been even more powerful than Caulifla’s, but as the other Saiyan was no longer in the building, the comparison would have to wait. What they were was absolutely impossible hunks of barrel-beating beef, with each and every one of the four muscle heads making up her colossal quads perfectly delineated. Striations and veins ran their lengths, seemingly eager to coat the expanses and show them off in their very best light.

The only light that would not have shown off Kale’s incredible legs would have been total darkness - and even then you would’ve risked bumping into them and mistaking them for pillars of solid rock.

Despite even their immensity, Kale’s legs were not the star of the scene revealed by Caulifla’s running exit through the bathroom wall. That role was taken by her stupendous and delicious cock which, as the wall came down, was in the midst of firing another bolt of seed in high orgasm. The women at the party stopped everything they were doing to stand and stare at Kale’s majestic megamember.

From root to tip it was as long as her thigh, and not only was that saying something, but it failed to count her fat and delicious-looking balls. They were the width of Kale’s bicep, and seemingly not willing to flag for anything as spurt after spurt of cum burst from her perfect, fist-like cockhead. Much like her overpowered musculature, Kale’s cock was riddled with lush veins that trailed like rivers across its powerful girth.

Now outside the building thanks to the galloping strength in her galloping legs, Caulifla’s transformation seemed to take her new surroundings as the cue to kick on. Her arms immediately burst into a symphony of the purest power, the potential within her made the most majestic muscle mass. Veins roared down them from shoulder to wrist like a flash flood, albeit one whose destructive power had yet to be unleashed.

Caulifla’s delts bulged and bulked like a boulder had formed beneath the Saiyan’s skin. The rugged rocks piled out from a trapezius muscle of such exquisite beauty and power it was as if the fallen god Omota had carved them himself. The hulking masses looked ready to protect Caulifla from some unknowable disaster - but if it were to do so, it wouldn’t be alone.

The undoubted star of Caulifla’s arms were her biceps. They stood as gigantic swells of superstrength beyond, even when she was barely flexing them. Instead of the usual gentle hill shape biceps should have, Caulifla’s mighty muscles shot upwards on a curve that would require serious climbing gear to ascend before levelling off, like twinned loaves of bread - if bread could somehow be covered in deep striations and delicious vascularity.

The triceps below these beacons of brawn were amazing monuments to might. They may not have grabbed as much of the limelight as Caulifla’s stunningly shaped biceps, but they more than held their own in the strength stakes with their superb size. Despite their unflexed state, their bewildering bulk shone out with unparalleled beauty.

Even Caulifla’s forearms had swollen up with power made furious flesh. They too looked like they had been hewn from solid rock - and not exactly refined all that well, either, with a jagged look all the way down to her wrists - which, to be fair, did look quite fitting. Caulifla’s vascularity, even this far down her arm, was something to behold.

Left behind in the bathroom, Kale had quite a lot of catching-up to do to match the size her sister Saiyan had taken on! Her own transformation continued by messing with her midriff, changing the slender tone it found there into an abdomen made of serious and seriously majestic muscle. The woman’s slender navel seemed to burst from the sudden onslaught of abs that brought hulk along with their bulk.

The powerful pack of muscle started just below Kale’s bra-top and ended its warmth just above her pelvis. The veins that reached up from said pelvis right up to the second row of Amazonian abs looked like branches of some mighty tree that was aiming to touch the sky. The bricks that had suddenly appeared on Kale’s stomach were framed most beautifully with urgent obliques and superb serrati.

Not to be outdone, Caulifla’s midsection took on similar size, as if the pair were suddenly in competition. ‘Sadly’ the view of Caulifla’s bulking belly was somewhat obscured by her beautifully billowed breasts, but it nonetheless competed gamely with Kale’s titanic tummy by suddenly sprouting large and shapely blocks of beautiful brawn. If anything Caulifla’s abs billowed out more, and certainly had greater and more impressive vascularity amongst the strident striations of strength.

Whatever was keeping Kale’s transformation going suddenly seemed to remember that the young Saiyan still had intact clothing, and that simply wouldn’t do. To help things on their way - or perhaps off their way - Kale’s breasts billowed from ‘buds’ to ‘beyond basketballs’ in a hot second, tearing her top to rags as they went. Kale herself could only manage a slight gasp of surprise as she beheld a bosom so bodacious and beautifully bountiful that she would definitively never see her feet outside of a mirror ever again.

Kale’s areolas were perfect circles that lay flat to the surface of her megamelons. They were angled to point her thick, luscious nipples slightly upwards, and just separate enough to spy the beginnings of a sweet pair of pecs behind them. Kale was certainly going to need huge pectorals and equally powerful back muscles if she was going to carry that buxom burden with ease in the future…

Caulifla’s own breasts were already big enough at this point, straining as they were against her top… but clearly not big enough for the tastes of her transformation. Her tits suddenly grew so big that not even ‘udders’ was the right word for the mind-meltingly vast… megamelons? Gigaglobes? Zettazeppelins?... that suddenly swelled from her chest, obliterating even the memory of anything that had once dared to cover them. The perfect and perfectly spherical orbs were each much wider than Caulifla’s torso and came complete with areolas as big as the Saiyan’s face, to say nothing of nipples the size of small cookies - but far more delicious.

The next area to blow up in the unofficial contest between Caulifla’s and Kale’s transformations were their asses. Kale’s glutes billowed up behind her, each asscheek bulking to the width of her torso and building gorgeous symmetry as each deep striation took hold. Her butt was now perfectly in keeping with the rest of her superbuilt legs, a true muscly masterpiece in the moneymaker genre.

Outside the building Caulifla’s butt had made good use of the head start it had gotten on Kale’s transformation and had flowered into a power-packed patootie that almost made Kale’s ass look flat. From top to bottom Caulifla’s butt had grown to be about the same height as her torso and, although it wasn’t as tight as Kale’s by any means, it didn’t so much speak of power as roar it at anyone who would listen. At this point it didn’t fit in with the rest of Caulifla’s legs, but then the transformation hardly cared about anything like that - it had far bigger plans for the two Saiyans.

During the commotion - and when she wasn’t cumming all over the place - Kale managed to run outside and next to her swelling sister Saiyan. It proved to be a great piece of judgement from the young woman, because their transformations refused to stop with merely making them muscle goddesses with enormous breasts and huge, perfect cocks. No: there was one more piece of the puzzle to land in place.

Height.

Caulifla and Kale stood back-to-back, their bodies made of muscular might, titanic tits, and perfect pricks, outside in the fading daylight where, nonetheless, everyone could see them. The main reason that everyone could see them, beyond the spectacle their new bodies had made of them, was that they were almost the height of the buildings that surrounded them. Caught out by this sudden and massive twinned increase in height, both women were leaning forward, as if about to stand at their full heights.

As they stood in the street, any differences in their transformations had levelled out. Caulifla’s arms looked like Kale’s - huge, powerful, as if they had only recently been hewn from solid rock - and Kale’s legs looked like Caulifla’s - thick, ultrasturdy, rippling with power beyond power. Equally big were their breasts, now settled at ‘really quite big for your frame’, and their cocks, ‘really quite big for anyone’.

But there was more yet to come. The pair’s bodies were still vibrating with unspent power, the now overfamiliar tingles of change rippling up and down their already giantess-sized frames. Kale and Caulifla were the height of kaiju when the final burst of power tore them to greater still.

When Caulifla brought herself up to her new full height, the tips of her dark hair tickled the clouds above the city. It now seemed natural to her to give the classic double biceps flex, perhaps as a demonstration to the now ant-like people below of her incredible and superior power. What was certainly true was that all of her muscle groups were now in this incredible out-of-proportion proportion.

The pecs that backed up her billowing breasts - still bigger than her head, even now, at about one storey tall - were massive, full, and firm. They began exactly below Caulifla’s neck, and the parts that could be seen above her massive mams had a beautiful sprinkling of thick veins from shoulder to shoulder across the gorgeous expanse. At the moment those veins were wide as barrels on her supersized body.

Caulifla’s lats had sprung out to join the party, ripped and with the perfect shapes. They looked like a little pair of wings, albeit with the mandatory spread of veins criss-crossing them, as she flexed her impressive and now actually boulder-sized biceps. In many ways it was a shame Caulifla’s colossal cans covered them so much.

The rest of Caulifla’s physique was, in comparison with itself, pretty much as before: a relatively slender midsection, although packed with vein-riddled abdominal might, led down to legs that could have kicked through buildings when she was human-sized, let alone now. Her burly upper body was now, if anything, even more impressive now she’d grown and all the individual muscle groups could be made out with ease. Finally, her cock was a huge and sumptuous monster, ready to spray the city with cum at a moment’s notice…. and she wasn’t the only giantess around!

Kale was not to be forgotten, particularly now that her hair, too, was brushing the clouds overhead. Her giantess back was a landscape of the most mouthwatering megamuscle not seen on her sister Saiyan. The billowing, blossoming beauty of it all led down inexorably to a muscle-pumped booty that could have crushed a convoy of trucks with frightening ease.

Sisters in strength.

Elsewhere, a blinding flash of light shone out, and four figures emerged, familiar if only slightly forgotten…

Chapter Two

As the light faded, the four silhouettes came more clearly into view. The left-most figure was Android 21, unmistakeable with her long hair, glasses, and colourful dress; Saiyaness Natto stood left of centre, wearing the same expression of amazement as the others; centre-right was Fasha, another Saiyan warrior, clad in her usual armour; and lastly Gine, the wife of Bardock. All four had died long since and now were back, amazed to be returned.

“What, they’ve just resurrected?” cried Bulma. “What’s going on?”

The world was changing so fast around her - around them - that confusion was the only natural response. Bulma looked from the newly-returned quartet to the towering goddesses Caulifla and Kale and back, and could only scratch her head. Little did any of them know that this was not the limit on how bizarre things would get… far from it.

“How have we returned?” Fasha said, scowling, already almost at the limit of her legendary temper. She disliked not having all the facts immediately at her disposal, but no-one around had any answers for her. The Saiyan narrowed her eyes as she turned to each of the women around her, one by one, and they had nothing to tell her.

Not everyone was in a sour mood, though: Pamu had found her twin and ran to make sure she was real. The smile that graced her lips when she realised Natto was not an illusion or magic trick of any kind was only mirrored by the one on her twin’s lips. Soon they were grinning wildly.

“Welcome back, sis!” Pamu said, and the pair’s happiness almost glowed from them.

Gine, meanwhile, searched for answers of her own.

“Do you know Kakarot?” she asked of a young woman wearing a bandana.

“He’s my grandpa!” she replied.

“How long has it been since the planet Vegeta was destroyed?” Gine asked urgently.

“Well…” the young woman paused, considering how to frame her reply, but the conversation was interrupted by a groan from behind her.

“Ooooh…”

Videl and Android 18 were grunting, tensing, and holding their crotches, where something most painful seemed to be happening. Their eyes were closed and the hurt seemed so real, so visceral. Everyone around turned towards them but was rooted to the spot, utterly unable to help.

An instant later, Videl had a reprieve from the unusual hurt rocking through her pelvis. An enormous pair of breasts burst into life and ripped her top in half. Each of her matronly mounds was, for that moment, bigger than her head. Large and luscious nipples poked through what remained of the fabric whilst the bottom third of her warm pink and sweetly circular areolas were on display to the entire crowd.

Even Videl herself gawked at the sight, face full of blush and eyebrows raised until they disappeared behind her hair. Her mouth opened into a small and concerned ‘O’ as little bits of fabric fluttered to the ground. The startled Videl spread her arms wide, as if to get them out of the way of the breastacular explosion.

This, of course, wasn’t the end of the surprises for Videl - far from it, in fact.

The very next moment she fell to the ground - but not from the weight of a growing bust, no. Instead she had, in the blink of an eye, grown an ass so huge each cheek outmassed the rest of her body, ripping her pants wide open and revealing her large, full balls to the world. Fortunately her rump was so well-padded that it didn’t hurt a bit - the only thing wounded in the fall was her pride, although the ground beneath her didn’t take too kindly to being butt-bumped.

The sight was either comical or grotesque, depending on your viewpoint. Videl’s comparatively tiny legs dangled in the air, unable to reach the ground due to her billowed badonkadonk making the ‘feat’ impossible. Her arms waved wildly, and her face had been thrust into her chest as she fell - perhaps by design, to cushion any kind of whiplash.

Now beyond what you might call ‘pear-shaped’, Videl sat on the ground feeling a little sorry for herself - or she would have, if the next surprise hadn’t jumped into her peripheral vision to distract her from her woes. The source of the bizarre pain in her crotch revealed itself to be a huge, thick, long cock. The bulging, fist-sized tip had grown to be level with the very top of her cleavage and, not that Videl herself could see this, her urethral bulge was almost as wide as her waist.

Videl looked down at the brand-new body part that was clearly hers, and yet alien at the same time. Once more her eyes popped wide at the ridiculous changes her body was undergoing, but this time her mouth was slack with wonder, and not a little horror. The cum cannon taking up most of her eyeline was the biggest she’d ever seen… outside of the two giantesses she’d left the party to see.

She blinked a couple of times but after that a brand new series of sensations overtook her. Her dick was leaking precum at an alarming rate, the stuff dripping thickly from her colossal cockhead onto the cracked ground beneath her. But that wasn’t all: the giant, veiny cannon bulged as something else travelled up its length like a slug about to burst from a shotgun’s muzzle.

Sure enough Videl - calm, kind, motherly Videl - orgasmed long and hard, pints of thick, virile cum bursting from her futacock like a firehose. Said firehose is as thick as her thighs at their biggest, and considerably more vein-riddled than the rest of her body put together. The effect on the rest of her body is clear to see, too: besides the gasp pulling her lips out of position, her nipples have stiffened to claim more of her tattered shirt as their own.

But she wasn’t the only woman affected in that round of the transformation’s work, whatever it was, and whatever its intentions were. Android 18’s pants blew out with one impressively thorough and wonderfully loud ripping noise as her ass thickened to stunning proportions, along with her thighs, as a kind of preliminary phase to what was to come - if not to cum, as was the case with Videl. The perfect symmetry of her butt was only matched by how beautifully rounded and deliciously fleshy it was.

Just as Android 18 was adjusting to the new, markedly lowered, position of her centre of gravity, her shirt tore apart under the pressure of an explosion of titty. The cyborg couldn’t help but take a frowning-but-not-gasping look down at her now-gigantic globes, each comfortably bigger than her head. She could only make out the very top edge of her perfectly circular areolas, so far away were they - but luscious, mouth-filling nipples definitely winked into her peripheral vision as she readjusted her stance again.

Looking downwards to see her nipples brought another body part to Android 18’s attention: her massive, girthy futacock. This was the most alarming thing about the whole transformation so far: like most women, Android 18 didn’t mind getting bigger boobs or a nicer ass, up to a point. But having a fat and hard rod bursting from her pelvis, complete with a ballsack so big and lusty that it wouldn’t fit into the palm of her hand, was something else entirely.

As she looked on, something even worse happened: the thing began to orgasm of its own accord! A torrent of thick futajizz burst from the pulsing head of her bulky behemoth shaft, splashing to the ground in front of her as if it were all completely natural, and not the product of yet another impossibly weird event in their lives. Android 18 looked down at proceedings with a mixture of horror and revulsion on her beautiful face.

Videl’s body was not done changing, either. The gentle mother froze in shock as a pair of traps like a mountain range burst from her shoulders to further ruin her T-shirt, rising like baking bread to surround her neck in a muscular pincer movement on both sides. Her hair briefly bounced up before settling into a new position thanks to her new and, at that point, most meaty muscles, which almost glowed with freshly made vascularity.

The transformation swept down Videl’s body from there, leaving her arms for the moment. Next was her midsection, which bulked up in a crowded instant to an amazing extent. Videl’s lats spread wide with majestic muscle mass, spreading to be in keeping with the traps that had just blown up and out and all around. The change forced her comparatively thin, maybe even ‘spindly’, arms out to the side in quite an awkward fashion.

Next it was all abs, all the time. Videl’s midsection came to life as if an ancient god were lifting a new land from the ocean for their worshippers: intense, lusty, and lust-worthy muscle bulked up to make her midsection into a landscape filled to the brim with power. Each block of abdominal muscle was carved so neatly, so perfectly, onto her body it was as if a master sculptor were doing the work.

And it wasn’t just her abs: obliques and serrati pulsed into prettiest power too, making the whole into something beyond beauty. Any trace of mummy tummy disappeared as lusting veins reached from her pelvis to decorate the mammoth musculature with their warmth and strength. It was a shame her breasts overwhelmed the view of those mouthwatering muscles - though not everyone would agree on that point.

At that moment Videl’s body boasted an Amazon’s abdomen in addition to bountiful breasts, a colossal cock, and traps that looked like a hiker’s paradise, but it wasn’t to last. More and more muscle began to growl and then roar, full-throated and resounding, to life. The process was moulding her to its own ends - and no-one present could tell what they were.

The view behind Videl was now one of two halves. The upper half was nothing less than a continent-breaking earthquake of vast, powerful, extraextraordinary muscle: the bulging crest of her trapezius was met by the ultimate bulk of her widespread latissimus dorsi, power so expansive it seemed to triple her width instantly. The raging river of nothing less than strength superior narrowed to a waist itself widened, if only a little, to perfection.

However, that most amazing of sights was not the dominant half: that honour belonged to her absolutely extraordinary ass. The width of her luscious lats was beaten for sheer size by a butt so big and beautiful it should have inspired poetry, sonnets, paintings, and sculptures, though only the grandest of masters would have been able to capture even a tenth of its powerful pulchritude. Each cheek outsized her torso and though the transformation was trying to make Videl into an hourglass beauty, she was still bottom-heavy.

And then everything changed.

The transformative magic continued to spread down Videl’s body and, although it left her raging hardon untouched (for that was already perfection), it layered such incredible strength into her legs that she bounced back onto her feet once more. Every part of her body from the waist down was rewritten in the key of power, delicious and indomitable, thick and lusty, bulky and strong. At that point only Videl’s arms were unchanged, which made them look seriously out of place.

Videl’s wide and beautiful butt was swapped out for a marvellous muscle-stuffed ass, rounded and bulked with glutes grown to the very max. They were decent competition with her tits for size and, though they clearly lost out, second place was no shame in that particular contest. The main role of her mass-packed moneymaker was to be the herald of the stunning strength built big below.

It was as if Videl’s legs had been chiselled from granite, not made of mere human muscle and flesh. There was no good view from which to see the entirety of just how her legs had expanded so much and so beautifully; to fully appreciate the new fullness of her hamstrings, or how her quads had grown into gigantic bulks of brawn so large it was a wonder they didn’t overlap. Even her calves had partaken in the fun.

Those hamstrings stretched thick and wide down the backs of Videl’s legs. Their sheer size outweighed Videl’s entire muscle mass before she’d started transforming, and their superb shapes were perfection, exemplary. However, the pairing was only a taste of the amazement to come.

Bulging out in every other direction came Videl’s quads - and if they weren’t the amazement to come, it was hard to tell what would be - which had grown into superlative slabs of strength so bulky-big they bewitched, befuddled, and bewildered the eye that tried to trace the stunning set of striations and veins. The four muscle heads had found a form that gave the young mother size that fit the rest of her body, but without losing any range of motion. In short, although her thighs were now gigantic, Videl’s body could still do everything she required of it.

In fact, things would be a lot easier in the future.

Last, but definitively not least, came Videl’s calves. They would easily overflow the palm of even a very big man, those large and shapely rocks, and anyone looking at Videl from the front could easily make out their outsized mass bulging out from behind her forelegs. To call them ‘unsubtle’ would be to understate their dimensions - but would probably save more outlandish adjectives for the size of her tits, or her fine futacock, both of which were still in competition for ‘Furthest Forward Body Part’.

Videl’s companion in change began to grow muscle in industrial quantities. At that moment it was the turn of Android 18’s traps to burst right through the remains of her shirt and bulk up and up and up until they reached the same height as her nose. The cyborg almost bumped her chin as she turned her neck to investigate just what the hell was going on, her frown the perfect picture of puzzlement amidst the sound of tearing fabric.

What was going on was that someone appeared to have filled the space from her deltoids to her neck with muscles the size of Christmas hams. Lazy trickles of finger-thick veins seemed to stroll across the surfaces at random from left to right, as if they weren’t actually shaped like mountains that needed to be hiked instead. As the first sign of genuine strength on her apparently still-developing body, Android 18’s traps had made a great start.

As her head was turned in that direction already, Android 18 decided to pull an experimental bicep flex with her right arm. Instead of the normal slight bump that usually popped up to greet her, a mass the size of her head bulged through to turn her sleeves into rags: a stack of impossible muscle that hadn’t existed even a second ago. It also wasn’t the only part of her arm to have changed so thoroughly.

All the way along from deltoid to wrist, Android 18’s arm had filled with the most beautiful brawn as if it had been pumped up in a hot and incredibly crowded blink of an eye. Her deltoids were pumpkin-like masses of rich and powerful strength, thick and full and utterly in keeping with what her body was becoming. However, even their superior size fell short in comparison to the event that was the cyborg’s upper arm.

From the very peak of Android 18’s brand new and very flexed bicep to the bottom of her terrific and very unflexed tricep was a distance the same size as her torso, and the journey in between was packed and stacked with muscle to the max. The clear and absolute winner, if it had been a contest, would be her bicep. The vein-rich megamuscle looked like two boulders stacked on top of each other, reaching as high as her fist as she gritted her teeth to ward against the pain of it all.

At the lower end of the metaphorical spectrum was a tricep made of bulk. Even relaxed it made a perfect arc that showed off the sheer size of what Android 18 now had available at her command, and stretched to fill the gap between deltoid and elbow in a fashion that mirrored the majestic mound of might above it. In short, the magical mass was more than fitting in a world that contained That Bicep.

Even Android 18’s forearm had bulked to fit in with the extraordinary power higher up her arm. It had thickened to twice the size it held before, a beautiful bruiser of muscle and might that would help power her fist through whatever you put in front of it. In short, Android 18’s right arm was now ready for action at a level far beyond the ordinary human - which she hadn’t been for a long time anyway.

It was at that precise moment that whatever was guiding the transformation through Android 18’s body decided to go full throttle and burn through everything in the tank, at least in terms of muscle growth. Every part of her body - barring her gigantic juggs and colossus cock - burst into glorious and goliath muscle mass, bulk beyond belief that powered each cell of her body to new heights and then beyond those, and beyond those, until she was nothing less than an avatar of strength, appearing like she could go toe-to-toe with even the most powered-up Saiyan. Needless to say, every remaining scrap of clothing flew off her frightening frame, the wretched rags landing up to several feet away in a quite impressive blast radius.

No wonder Android 18 had her eyes screwed tightly shut - the burning agony of every part of her body being lit on metaphorical fire was more than enough sensation, thank you very much! Her already pencil-thick veins bulged out further, like cables whose paths you could trace from the sides of her bullish neck down to forearms that would make short work of whatever you put in front of them. Every detail of every muscle from her neck down to her abs was perfect in size and proportion.

The rock-like muscles leading from Android 18’s neck outwards and down were like an avalanche of boulders that would destroy even the most fortified building. Her traps had made the sides of her neck a distant memory, and looked like they’d interfere with her ears if she were to turn her head. Their superstructure led to deltoids it would take three men to cover with their hands - and three big men, at that.

The effervescent power of Android 18’s upper arms had gone off the scale - a scale that had itself been redrawn in the wake of her own semi-complete transformation moments earlier. The absurd balls of megamight that were her biceps squashed into the somewhat softer flesh of her beautiful breasts, squashing into those gorgeous globes like they owned the place. The overwhelming power of her thunder-thicc forearms completed a picture of the most perfect strength.

Well… almost. The shelf-like pectoral protrusions that began just below her neck and made even her titanic tits weightless were the icing on this colossal cake. Bulking with most mouthwatering muscle, they were big, fat, hard, and littered with their own series of veins and striations, so as to look the part.

Which they very much did.

At the same time as the transformation finished with Android 18’s torso - now terrific beyond belief - the finishing touches swept down her back and into her legs. The landscape formed by her traps and lats was more than textbook: it ripped up those textbooks and rewrote them to take into account the perfection in size, the perfection in symmetry, the perfection in power. Lats that doubled the width of Android 18’s body tapered into a waist that didn’t look like it could support the bulked-out body above… and yet it could, and did.

At the base of Android 18’s back was an ass stuffed with luscious and mouth-watering muscle. The hyper-pronounced glutes bulged together like an inferior woman’s bust wearing a humble push-up bra. Each striation on her left buttcheek was matched by a twin on the right, making her power-packed posterior a study in symmetry as well as size. What was certain was that every ounce of fat she may once have possessed there had well and truly left the booty building.

Android 18’s thighs had settled on a shape that, at their widest, were bigger than her waist. Even with her perfectly built hamstrings to back them up, the picture from behind was like a pair of rowboats stored on a couple of washing lines each, so wonderfully were those hammies eclipsed. Barrels couldn’t hold as much mass as the queenly quadriceps that were at the hulking cyborg’s command from then on.

Even Android 18’s calves blew up again. Those biceps of the leg were decidedly far wider and much stronger now; overflowing what seemed like their place, much like the quads above, but far more visible from behind (not that they were invisible from the front, bulking out of the sides of her legs like they were built for the purpose). The superstrong cyborg seemed to have reached a most marvellous maximum of muscle.

Videl, meanwhile, may not have packed on the mass of Android 18 - but she wasn’t done growing. Her transformation seemed to favour lean strength instead of the raw bulk that was building up and up on her friend’s billowing body. Despite their differences, Videl more than held her own in the muscle stakes.

Apart from Videl’s delighting definition, perhaps the most obvious symbols of strength on her superbod were her pecs. Those blossomed bulges of beauteous beef weren’t just shelves of purest pectoral power: they were actively rounded upwards, rising towards her neckline for a short time as they rushed from her torso. If you only glanced at them, you might easily mistake them for Videl’s tits - although a closer inspection would highlight the combination of muscle-veins and lush, fanning striations that would clearly differentiate her chest muscles from the goddess-like beauty of her actual megamelons.

From Videl’s neck down, her gigantic juggs were the only soft parts of her body: everything else was hard with muscle, from her comparatively sleek traps down to her toes. The ultralean combined with the megabulk gave her a look all her own. At one point in her transformation Videl tensed her arms and the jutting, superdefined muscles blew up and out like they were born to be big, to be brawny, to be beef incarnate.

In that instant, Videl’s titan’s triceps echoed her shredded deltoids perfectly. In fact, everything about her arms could be said to stand in the realm of perfection: the beefbulk of her biceps, a wonder to behold; the forceful nature of her forearms, aflame with veins; even her fists were incredible, sturdy symbols of physical strength. Hers was an intoxicating body, for sure.

And the intoxication didn’t stop there. Videl’s soft mommy tummy had been replaced by a set of abs so thrillingly beautiful you could easily forget about the vast tits above and the hot rod cock below. Each deeply carved block of abdominal perfection sat exactly where it should, exactly as hard as it should, with Videl’s poor navel lost in the stormy sea surrounding it.

Videl continued to grow, in height as well as what seemed to the transformative energies as the all-important muscle mass. Her legs and ass took on beefy bulk the likes of which would never have been seen before if it weren’t for the transformations prior to hers! As with the rest of the superwomen around her, Videl’s thighs bloomed into incredible hunks of studly muscle the width of her torso (even with the enhanced abdominal boon!).

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