She wants to be stronger

“I want to be stronger” Becky replied immediately, “I don’t want to be like Arnold Schwarzenegger in his hey day or anything” she confirms, “But no matter how much I try I just can’t seem to build up any muscle, I want a six pack, I want to be able to bring my arms up and have bulging biceps” she continues bring her arms up into the common muscle pose.

“Have you thought about using any ****?” Dave asked, slightly surprised by Becky’s answer.

“Oh god no!” Becky replied with horror, “I don’t want to pump my body full of steroids, I’ll start looking like a man!” she added. Dave reached into his pocket and touched the bone.

“I wish you could get the muscle tone you so desperately want” he said as the bone throbbed, Becky smiled and nodded.

“Thank you” she said, moments later she looked down at her self, she could feel her body changing, “Oh my god what’s happening to me?!” she asked, lifting her top up showing her midsection as she saw her new six pack develop she stood up, “I’m getting muscular!” she exclaimed, getting her clothes off and standing in only her underwear. Dave watched on as the slim athletic girl bulked up he was pleased to see her face wasn’t changing.

“Strong girls look too much like guys” he thought to himself as he felt his cock responding to the sight before him.

“I feel so strong!” Becky cried as she struck pose after pose, “I think I’m slowing down” she added moments later as her muscles relaxed, she picked up the wide mirror hanging on the wall and placed it on end and inspected her new figure, “Isn’t this amazing?!” she asked as she turned around to look at her muscled back and butt.

“Yeah it’s a miracle” replied Dave faking his amazement, “Jake would love this” he thought to himself, “He always had a thing from strong women” he added taking in Becky’s new form. She clearly had muscle now, she wasn’t rippling but even if she relaxed you could she definition in her figure, she was strong but still sexy, still feminine.

“It’s just a shame, what little breasts I had have disappeared” Becky said tugging at her bra which was pressed flat against her pectoral muscles. Dave reached into his pocket again.

“Maybe if you wish really hard…” he said.