Alex The Goddess.

Alex The Goddess

The first of the morning bell rung out in the hallway as you were filling your bag with some books. It was a typical dreary day ahead at school, filled with the usual painfully dull lessons and revision. The final year of sixth-form was close to ending, bringing about the pain of exams and the terrifying thought that you were soon you were to be thrust into the great wide world. Completing those exams and heading off to university far away from home seemed to be the most daunting thing conceivable. For now, at least, you could enjoy normality, even if Alex always tried her best to disrupt your hopes for peace and quiet.

Heading down the locker filled hallway you enter your classroom for morning attendance, you see Alex at her desk situated at the back of the room, leaning back on her chair staring up at the ceiling as if she was stuck in deep thought as one finger continued twirling through her short, curly brown hair. You budge past your classmates, all idly chatting away the time and take up the chair next to her, putting your bag of books down beneath the desk.

“Hey Anon.” Alex’s dark chocolate eyes do not even meet you as she continues to look upwards.

“Morning Alex,” pulling out your phone to play some games before the teacher came in for attendance calls, “you doing good?”

“Yeah,” still fixated onto the ceiling, “I suppose.”

It was strange to get such a response for Alex considering how long you have known her. Having been friends since you were both kids, you knew how she was and that it was rare to get such a cold reply considering her usual boisterous nature. Yet looking at her, something was different though it was hard to place exactly what was different. Sure, she had always been taller than you, yet there was something completely amiss. Inspecting her, you looked down across her for answers and you could see her chest jutting out more than usual, and that her white shirt looked incredibly tight. A slit was open just enough for you to catch a glimpse of her crimson-red bra that looked like it was straining to contain her exceedingly large bust.

“Yes, you god damn pervert,” more interested in staring up at the ceiling than looking directly at you, she continues your train of thought, “And stop copping a look.”

“W-what?” you reply.

Alex rolls her eyes, continuing to roll her silky hair, “Yes I grew out my boobs.”

She turns her attention away from the ceiling and towards you, allowing you to see the bored expression of her face. “I thought that was obvious enough.”

Trying to play it off that you were thoroughly enjoying her side-boob, you utter “The hell are y-“

Alex cuts you off out of annoyance due to your poor acting. “Cut it out Anon, I can read your thoughts.”

In response to your perplexed look, Alex scratches her head and sighs. “Guess you should know that last night something happened.”

“I was in bed and I... err... started glowing," she looks incredibly puzzled, trying to process whatever had occurred during the night, "and I felt something.”

Raising your eyebrow, curious to see where Alex's story was going, you ask, "What, like your bed?"

"No, you idiot," Alex was struggling to encapsulate her thoughts, "Everything... I felt everything. Like I could just do anything."

Alex continues to frowns, completely stumped in her attempts to summarise herself until her face suddenly lightens up as she stumbles upon the answer. “After that, whenever I want something to happen, it happens.”

You stare at her as if she had gone utterly mad. In your mind, it made no sense whatsoever. She must have simply caught you having a look at her chest. More than likely she just had a growth spurt in the night which would explain her ill-fitted shirt. Maybe that would explain why she was in such a sour mood since she had to go out and buy some new clothes. Believing it to be another one of her stupid jokes, you let out a small laugh, “Ha, yeah right, Alex.”

“So what”, casually leaning back on your chair, poking fun at her, “Did you want your boobs to be bigger or something?”

"Well... yes," a sly, devilish smile slowly forms onto Alex’s face, “But that's just the start.”

All of a sudden, the chair you were leaning back on disappears, sending you crashing down onto the floor with a loud thud. Now sitting on the floor with a painful ass trying to understand what had happened, the entire class turned around to quickly laugh and jeer at you. Looking up at Alex, you can see her laughing alongside them, much to your chagrin.

“Ouch.” Alex extends herself down; the buttons on her shirt partly buckle under the strain of her chests growth spurt, granting you a beautiful view of her bountiful bronze bust. Offering up her hand, “Rough landing Anon?”

You take up her hand as you are suddenly yanked upright as the room goes back to their usual conversation. If Alex had not shown more restraint, she could have just as easily thrown you face-first into the ceiling, sending you straight through it. She had always been the more athletic one but her strength just now was so otherworldly, even though her frame did not do justice to the power you just felt. But there were more pressing matters to attend to than her assessing her strength.

Now upright, you looked behind you to see your chair had completely vanished, as if it ceased to exist whatsoever. You turn back to Alex unable to utter a single word at what had just occurred, rotating between looking at her and the disappearance of your chair, trying to piece together how she made your chair disappear in an instant. Alex, however, continues to sit back with a coy smirk on her tanned face, enjoying how stupefied you are. She whistles at you to catch your attention and then flexes her bicep once you are fully focused on her.

“What do you think about this Anon?” At that point, her bicep began to grow out and swell, ripping through her shirt, ballooning out as if she had been lifting weights for years. As she tensed her muscles, the veins on her brawn bulged out as she continued to admire her bicep. You turned around to the class to see their reactions, but after your fall, no one seemed to notice that Alex had had literally grown her muscles out, tearing partly through her school uniform. Looking back at Alex, she was now in a deep trance, keenly focusing on something.

Then, her figure started to surge out as she grew in muscularity as the seams of shirt began to rip apart, buttons began to pop as her clothing was barely able to contain her growing strength. Her desk began to lift up, carried by her new broad and stocky thighs. Alex’s chair started to buckle as it strained to hold her increasing mass. Even as Alex’s body swelled more and more, everyone in the class continued to chat away, completely oblivious to the Amazonian girl that was beginning to arise at the back of the room.

“That's neat. Looks like I can make people recognise the stuff I’m doing,” she continues to tense her muscles, bathing in delight as her newly discovered brawn continued to mount, “or make them think that’s the way it’s always been.”

Tipping over her desk in a quick sudden motion, Alex alleviated her crumbling chair by standing upright, revealing that her head nearly reaches the ceiling. At her new, towering height, Alex begun to fully admire her new body by running her fingers down, across the ruins of her shirt and along the nooks and crevices of her newfound rock hard muscles, enamoured with every minute inch of her immense physique. She blissfully moaned as she began feeling out her bodybuilder-like body, her fingers gliding across her bulging, hardened abs whilst tensing her meaty thick thighs and flexing her titanic arms. Yet her classmates didn't respond to anything the looming goddess was doing, leaving you as the only witness to her outrageous, godlike body.

“Ohhh god.” Alex runs her hands through her brown, silky hair, fully enraptured with the feeling of leisurely developing this overwhelming brawn and subsequent strength.

“T-this is way...” Alex couldn’t even finish her thought as she moaned in ecstasy as her physique continued to expand, continuing to indulge herself even more. Her muscles thickened once more, bursting through the final remnants of her shirt, leaving only a heaving red bra that was struggling to contain her chest and the tattered remains of her shirt. Her skirt wasn't fairing much better as it continued to ride up her waist as her thoroughly toned ass grew out, revealing more and more of her scarlet panties for you to enjoy.

Breathing heavily, Alex eventually stopped to take account of her godlike body, finally able to complete her sentence, “T-this is… w-way too good.”

As she tensed her bicep, fully flexing her guns to feel the power her superhuman body gave her, everything around Alex began to rumble. Now loaded with such overwhelming and overpowering strength, even such a simple test of her brawn caused everything around her to quake, as if her surroundings were now trembling in fear of their new goddess. Alex bit her luxurious red lip down in excitement as it looked like the school building brickwork would rupture and break apart if she continued to idly flex herself, a testament to the power of her glorious body that she could collapse a building just by tensing a single muscle.

At which point she looks down and catches a glimpse of your horrified face, which in turn breaks her trance brought about by her addictive growth. Once Alex realises you have been staring at all the protruding, colossal muscles that have broken through her shirt, revealing both her taut bronze skin, she becomes incredibly flustered. Even more so when she catches on to how her scarlet bra was about to burst open and that her skirt had ridden up so far thanks to her toned, burgeoning buttocks you were graced to see her rose-red panties that were hanging on by a thread.

As quickly as they appeared, the muscles on her body, as well as her height, immediately receded. The tears of her uniform repaired themselves and you are left utterly stupefied at a completely normal Alex once again. She remains silent and thoroughly flushed, trying to process her next move. Yet you remained stunned, Alex must have nearly double your height, with a preternatural body overloaded with such thick bulging muscles that would put any Mr Olympia to shame. In a blink of an eye, it was all gone. Eventually, Alex breaks the silence between you two.

“So, err…. heh,” trying to play down her mighty display of power, “Like the show?”

You continue to look in amazement at Alex, at a complete loss for words.

“Err… I guess I could just make you forget about all this,” you cannot tell if Alex is being serious or not as she scratches her chin.
She then shrugs her shoulders, brushing off the notion, “But I wouldn’t do that to you Anon.”

Instead, Alex hugs you around the neck as her face lights up with a warm, soothing smile in an attempt to calm you down. Pulling that stupid chair prank on you and testing her newfound abilities by making herself an Amazonian goddess has brought herself back to her usual boisterous self. It was just like her to be carried away in the heat of the moment without thinking, too focused on having fun or indulging herself without thinking of the consequences.

“One things for certain,” her hug tightens as her thoughts abound at the endless possibilities her new omnipotence have given her, “Both of us are going to have some fun with this! Right, Anon?

That genuine smile and wholesome hug gives you enough strength to respond in the form of a half-hearted smile and nod, still unable to vocalise anything to what you just witnessed. Within just a few minutes of seeing Alex on what was going to be another boring day of school, was completely flipped around. Now you had to contend with the unthinkable, Alex’s vivid imagination and wild nature alongside her newfound godhood. It was incredibly hard to rationalise the fact that your childhood friend could now just will anything she wanted into or out of being. Even scarier was the fact that she could break every law of reality, both known and unknown to humanity, just to suit herself and whatever she could conjure up.

As such, whilst these thoughts raced through your mind you could see Alex, in turn, starting to frown. Obviously she had started reading your mind again and was upset that you could be so worried about her. On the one hand, you had just experienced firsthand the limitless power of a goddess. It was terrifying to think you were in the presence of one with omnipotence, able to completely subject anything they wanted to their whims and desires. Nevertheless, you knew Alex, even if she could be irresponsible sometimes and play her stupid jokes; she always had the best of intentions in mind. You hoped that you could trust her not to do anything crazy. Well, crazy for a new goddess. Not like you could stop her now anyway.

Reaching such a conclusion to trust her fully, Alex lets go of her hug, beaming a wide grin at you.

"Don't worry Anon," sitting back down onto her half-broken chair, "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

She then points behind you, as you see your chair has now reappeared from thin air. Cautiously lowering yourself, wary of what Alex might do next, you grip onto the chair for added security until once again it disappears from reality, sending you tumbling back onto the cold hard floor. Landing on your back, your body becomes wracked with the pain of embarrassment from having fallen for such a childlike trick again. Staring up at the ceiling, trying to contemplate your new life under Alex as an omnipotent being, you can hear her roaring out with laughter.

“Oh man,” barely able to catch her breath from laughing so hard, “You really are a slow learner aren’t you Anon?”