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To say that Carmen was built like a brick shithouse would be great praise to brick shithouses, or a great insult to Carmen.  Her height and musculature outstripped every man she met, with a sculpted, powerfully built figure.  At the same time there was no small degree of femininity to her, with thick thighs, firm breasts larger than her head - let alone anyone else's - and an enormous mane of flowing auburn hair held up in a high ponytail.  She attracted attention in the open-air gym, especially in a form-fitting sports top and shorts, though doing curls with barbells bearing

Your eyes open slowly. You blink away some of the sleep that still clings to you and roll over in bed. A sliver of late morning sun peeks through the gap in your blackout curtains and runs across the sheets. It’s nice to sleep in after a week like the one you’ve had.

When the day started, none of the fairy godparents could imagine what would be coming to them today. But, of course, everything went south when a pair of godparents, Cosmo and Wanda, granted their godchild, Timmy, a wish that everyone on earth looked exactly the same. But, unfortunately, this wish had the unintended consequence of Magical Buildup.

Sydney gave a disparaging laugh as she looked me over, setting her hand weights onto the gym rack.  "I hope you don't think you can -really- out-grow me." The tanned blonde heaved in a deep breath, her orange sports top stretching as her breasts and belly billowed out to beach ball proportions.  Another breath and her ass and limbs bulked up, their sudden width and conical shape forcing them out to the sides before a third breath simply pushed her body out in all directions, leaving her as a six-foot balloon with two domes on her front and the vaguest implication of human anatomy.