The Gemstone of Power

The necklace was a gift. Yet there was no note, no card, no sign whatsoever as to whom she had to thank for this expensive looking piece of jewelry. Likely a fan, who was really into her. Or perhaps even a secret admirer, who wanted to stay anonymous for the time being? Ariana didn't ponder on the identity of the generous donor for too long though, because the instant she had laid her eyes on the large central gemstone, it became the focus of all her attention. Fascinated and captivated by the pendant, she could no longer think about anything else but the strong desire to extended her hand and to touch it. It was then, when her fingers made contact with the jewel, that she started to feel something strange, something different. As if new ideas appeared inside her mind, almost like some kind of presence was trying to influence her. And did her senses deceive her, or was the gem looking brighter than before? Almost like it was glowing?

Her joint performances fill her with jealousy of Nicki Minaj’s curves and busty figure, while Ariana hat to use push up bras to painfully squeeze what little flesh she has... Yet she doesn't have the courage to get implants herself, too afraid of the reaction of the press and her fans.

Petite and small. Powerless, insignificant. Famous, yes. But what had she done with her fame? Shouldn't she be able to do so much more? Shouldn't she be so much more?

Ariana is on the stage of a concert hall, singing, while a crowd of fans applauds her performance. The stage turns into a stadium, the amount of fans multiplies. And then it turns into something else. She stands in front of a sort of temple on top of a hill. The surrounding mass of people is immeasurable and gathered as far as the eye could reach, but all united under the spell of her voice. All bowing down and chanting the name of their new goddess: Ariana!

Ariana shuddered. This was wrong. Selfish, or perhaps even evil. And this so wasn’t her!

The whole experience sent a chill down her spine. Soon every fiber of her being told her to retract her hand, to stop touching the gemstone. But as much as the singer wanted to, she couldn't do it. And not for the lack of trying. Her petite body simply no longer carried out her mental instructions.

Fear spread inside of her and she could do nothing else but stare with eyes wide open at the jewel. There was no longer any doubt. It was definitely and unmistakably glowing with ever increasing intensity and it also emanated some kind of distinct aura, which grew to suppress all other light sources in the room. There was no way to deny that something otherworldly was going on, and the frightened starlet’s only hope was that she would finally wake up and realize that this was all just inside her head. A figment of her imagination. A simple nightmare.

But this faint hope shattered quickly. Although her body actually stopped being paralyzed, it now began to move contrary to her own wishes. Fear turned to panic once Ariana understood what was going to happen next. As her hands lifted up the jewelry, she sensed how the power closed in all around her. A **** which took her breath away. Almost dazzled by the now nearly blinding aura, panic became pure horror. She felt like her very soul was being invaded by the will of someone or something else. She could no longer tell what were her own thoughts and ideas, and what was being **** upon her. And when her fingers closed the clasp behind her neck, in the blink of an eye, it was all over. With the pendant placed securely around her neck, the gem stopped glowing as suddenly as everything had began.

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Gone were whatever negative sensations the whole experience had caused her. Forgotten whatever reservations she had. She no longer even knew why she had attempted to struggle and fight in the first place.

Ariana no longer cared that some kind of power had invaded her mind and soul. And even if it was some kind of alien will that has been **** on her? What did it matter? She no longer cared if those emotions and thoughts were new. Or if those yearnings had always been there, just hidden deep inside of her, and that she had been too shy, too timid, too afraid to let the truth out. The truth was, that the power has shattered her barriers and enabled her to truly break free.

She didn't know how this all was even possible. Why it had happened, or why she had been chosen. But she knew with certainty, that the gemstone's had near unlimited power and that it was now hers alone to command. And she embraced it willingly. Now she could do whatever she wanted to do. Now she could now become whoever she wanted to become.

A tiny bit of concentration and focus, and never again would anyone think of her as just cute. She was on the verge of becoming the dangerous woman whom she had always wanted to be and dreamed of. The gemstone glowed yet again, but just a for a brief moment. That was all it took for the alteration of reality to begin. And in accordance with her innermost and secret desires, her body began to transform:

Her lips grew a little, to be even fuller, even more kissable. Her hips widened and at the same time her waist shrank to almost comic-book like proportions for her figure to show of health and increased fertility. And the most prominent changes were her breasts, which expanded in form and size until they were unmissable, big and round orbs sitting high on her chest. She was still herself, still petite. But now blessed with unparalleled, **** and irresistible curves more befitting a being of her unique status.

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And this was just the beginning. There was nothing to stop her. Ariana was on the way to become the ultimate fantasy for her many fans to idolize and worship. Or perhaps for all of mankind? Was this selfish? Yes. Was this evil? Probably. But why should she care? With the ultimate power coursing through her body and mind, she had no one to answer to. If she wanted to, she could rule the world. Or even become the living proof and make everybody realize that god now truly was a woman.