Wishes are dreams that haven't come true-yet

15 year old Jemma's wish comes true as she is transformed into a muscular goddess

By Aj

Standing there on the platform Jemma couldn't help but breath in the diesel fumes. The bus was running late again typical she thought.. The bus pulled into the parking bay 5 minutes late, coming to a halt in a cloud of brake dust and exhaust fumes. Wonder how many people die of cancer from this shit. Jemma didn't know what brought that thought to her head as she clutched her school bag to her chest and boarded the bus. Nothing that smelt that bad and was so toxic could be good for you though. She sat down a sifted through her bag for a book, 15 minutes to school taking into consideration people getting on and getting off. Mr Michaelson isn't gonna be happy she thought.

Jemma was in year 9 at school. She figured it was a "waste of time' year. Basically all the unimportant stuff she had learnt one and two years before when she started. The final test would the next 2 years. That's what year 11 and 12 where for she figured. Year 9 was just a stall. Just another stupid reason to keep a kid at school longer than they had to be. Being 15 Jemma had things that she wanted to be doing. There was shopping and going to the beach and learning to drive and watching movies and-there was also bodybuilding but no one knew that. That was a secret Jemma planned on keeping for a very long time.

Jemma had followed and dream of becoming a bodybuilder since she was 13. She stumbled across an ESPN presentation on cable one day. The MS Olympia it was. She remembers seeing all those women up there on stage and how amazing and graceful and powerful they looked, and remembers thinking I wanna look like that. Jemma got turned off the idea quick smart when her mother found out what she had planned and wanted to do. Her mother would constantly put the idea into her head that those women were ugly and that it was unhealthy to look like that. She would say that no daughter of hers would ever take drugs to look like that and how she could leave the family if she turned out looking like a freak.

All of this was taken on board and processed the way a teenage girl with no self confidence would handle a bully at school calling her fat. Another area Jemma had experience in. She was laughed at and ridiculed daily about her weight. Kids would beat her up and steal her lunch money. They would call Jemma Whale Girl and tell her that she should give her lunch money away because she was so fat she didn't need to eat. Day after day Jemma would run home crying, the front of her dress soaked through with salty tears. Jemma couldn't remember how many times she had used the excuse "I got something in my eye"

The TV and video set up Jemma had in her room would make the richest kid jealous. Saved up with her own money she did. Big screen and all. Her collection of tapes ranged from The Titanic, to the 1994 Ms O. Most of Jemma's videos consisted of some type of female bodybuilding. She had several contest tapes and a few tapes of individual bodybuilders. All ordered off the net. Never would she dare walk into a store and get one. Someone might laugh.

It was late, pretty night. The full moon had a clear view of the surrounding houses. Suburbia. Every person with a bedroom facing window would have had trouble sleeping that night. The moonlight cast a bright glare across Jemma's bed, filling up the room like a light bulb. In contrast the 1994 Ms Olympia contest had just gone from pre judging into the individual routines. Laura Crevalle had just walked out in a red bikini and was working her way through a routine that would see her get a disappointing second place. Jemma was oblivious to what was going on around her. She slept quietly still in her school uniform on her floor. Unaware of the shadow that had been cast across the room by the figure standing in the window.

Jemma awoke as a cool breeze graced the nape of her neck. At first view Jemma was certain she was still dreaming. The figures face shimmered, as thought something seen through a heat-haze. Jemma rubbed her eyes with the palms of her hands and sat up. Softened, white powdered skin, with rose blushed cheeks had formed, revealing the face of a figure that could be no less than an angel. There was a mane of long blond hair billowing out through the window and the night breeze swept it away. A pair of transparent wings where attached to the most muscular, bronzed torso Jemma had ever seen. There was a pair of well defined muscular legs appearing to hold the figure up, however on closer inspection Jemma noticed that she, the Angel was floating.

"Who are you ?" Jemma stammered. She wasn't an overly brave girl, whether it be tiredness or not. Normally by now she would have shrunk back into a corner with a doona over her head. Normally her screams would have woken the neighbourhood. Not tonight though. She didn't know if it was because she thought she was dreaming of because she 'knew' the angel like figure was there to help. Either way, she hadn't run.

"My name is April. I have been sent here to help you. We believe your dreams need to be answered."

"Are you an Angel ? What dreams, I don't understand." Jemma had dreams, the most recent weren't ones that she would want replayed let alone made real. It wasn't until April pointed to the TV screen which now had Sue Price in her Ms Olympia debut posing to Paula Abdul's "Straight up" that Jemma realised what she meant.

"You want to look like that don't you Jemma ? We've heard your cries. No girl should have to go through what have. If I could give you what you want ? If I could make you look like what, would you say yes?"

"I-I don't know. I mean, I don't know. You're saying you could make me look like this ?". Jemma flipped through a back issue of Womens Physique World. Caron Hospedales was on the front cover. Contest shape flexing a massively rippled chest.

"Yes I can make you look like that. Bigger if you like. The only difference will be that you won't have to work out and you won't have to diet. If you admire those women because of what they've done to get like that then I can understand if you say no -"

A pause and then-

"- but if you admire then for how they look only, then I'll make your dreams come true right now."

A million thoughts racing at a million miles an hour twisted and tangled through Jemma's mind. Thinking things from one extreme to the other. Minor pointless things. Clothes, peoples reactions. She shunned these away, if she said yes she would be doing so for herself. A thought so vivid came to her as though someone had turned on a light inside her head.

"What if I want to change back?"

"You won't be able too, that's a risk you'll have to take"

An earnest, worried look swept across Jemma's face. It didn't however pose any threat to the answer both women knew was coming.

"Please-please, I want to be huge, muscular, ripped. I want to be the most muscular woman in the world."

"So be it". April whispered in a voice which came out sounding as sweet as bells. The light in Jemma's room blew despite this and Jemma found herself basking in the light from her TV. April was gone as quickly as she had appeared, yet her body hadn't changed an inch. Convince it was all a dream Jemma collapsed on her bed sobbing.

She ended up falling asleep this way, only to be awoken but a sudden pain ripping through her body. If it wasn't so calm outside Jemma would have sworn that she had just been struck by a bolt of lightning. Her entire body was convulsing. By the light of the TV she could she her skin crawling. It appeared as if there was an army of bugs eating away at her insides. The pain was so intense Jemma couldn't only manage a muffled growl instead of the scream that was building up. Both her arms and legs throbbed, as her body was wretched and pulled and contorted.

The light of the now blank TV screen was bright enough for Jemma to see that the 'bugs' or whatever it was under her skin were becoming bigger. The think layer of fat that had covered her body was bubbling as it melted away. There was a repulsive odour that filled the room. A smell similar to that of rotting meat. Jemma watched as her forearms appeared to explode under the bubbling skin. Muscles were becoming prominent all over her body as the fat dissolved.

In place of her one podgy arms was a set of vascular, ripped defined set of biceps, measuring around 16" and still growing. Jemma was growing so quickly and so big that her flimsy school shirt was torn to shreds. A set of boulder like abs now made up her mid-section, even through the pain Jemma welcomed this site. It appeared as though her chest had been deflated, instead of her once well rounded breasts now stood 2 perfectly shaped pectoral muscles defined by a crevice like ripple down the middle. She could see that her bra strap was close to snapping due to the strain of her growing torso. A strain made even worse by the size of her still growing back. When Jemma flexed her back her lats sprung to life like a cobra sprouting it's hood during an attack. Finally her bra strap gave way.

Jemma stood 5'3. Being fat made her look like a bowling ball with legs. However she now stood at 5'3, 95kg off raw, solid muscle. Jemma had biceps now measuring 20", thighs that were 40" each. Her chest and back had grown so much and expanded out to over 70". Below her knees Jemma has to massive muscular balls measuring 18" each that were her calves. Calves that exploded with ripped vascular muscle with every step.

Standing there in front of the mirror admiring her new body with the shocked expression of someone that had won the lottery, Jemma had failed to noticed she was now naked. That was until there was a knock on her door.

"Jemmy, what are you doing in there ? You better be getting' your ass ready for school young lady?" her mother yelled from the hall. Jemma didn't know how long she had slept for, or much memory of the night before at all. After looking at the alarm clock though she saw that it was now 8am and she was going to be late for school if she didn't hurry up and get ready. Can I really go to school looking like this?

Watching Jemma attempt to get into her school uniform would have looked quite weird. If you can imagine a beetle lying on it's back with it's legs in the air kicking as it attempts to right itself, you wouldn't be far off. Her monstrous thighs prevented Jemma from pulling her skirt up that way. Her boulder like delts were more than an obstacle for the flimsy material Jemma was trying to pull over them. In a tatter of shreds her school uniform came apart in her hands. "Oh my God, what the hell am I going to do now. I can't even fit into my clothes let alone go to school"

"Jem you hurrying up in there?"

"Yeah Mum, I'm coming, you go on ahead, I'll grab a lift to school with Amy". Amy was Jemma's age. Lived next door. By no stretch of the imagination were the two girls friends. For years now Jemma painted the picture for her Mum that they were. How else would she be allowed to go out by herself on the weekends and after school ?

"Fine Jem, I'll kick your ass if you're late though"

"Ok Mum, see you tonight." The statement came out amid mild panic. Panic that apparently was ignored or either not heard by her mother.

For the years Jemma had followed and dreamed about becoming a bodybuilder, magazines and videos weren't the only things that Jemma had collected. Several late night trips to the mall had found Jemma at either a Target or K-mart store. Browsing down the isles of women's workout wear. The collection of g-string leotards, crop tops and g-string briefs slowly mounted up in the toy box Jemma used to keep her obsession a secret. All of them stolen. It wasn't until these particular stores changed their line of gear to leggings and sports bras and tank tops that Jemma's stealing rampage stopped. Who would wear that shit to the gym.

Six bulging rocks that were abdominal muscles formed an ominous shape through the lycra material of the fluorescent pink g-string leotard Jemma had stretched over her enormous body. Her 'wardrobe' consisted of 10 leotards, all g-string. 5 crop tops of assorted colours, all with matching briefs and several sets of different length bike shorts. Jemma had collected these after watching her videos, and searching the net and reading her magazines. All the women in those magazines wore these clothes. Now with her goddess like body, she could too. Fuck school, I'm going to have some fun.

Jogging along the street came as no effort to the now super fit Jem. Not quite as fast as the passing cars, but still miraculously quick. One of these cars swerved off the road. The driver caught a glimpse of Jemma on the side of the road running, and had had his attention distracted just enough that he veered off onto the other side of the road into on oncoming semitrailer. The ambulance drivers noted that he had a shocked smile plastered to his face as his corpse was wheeled into the back of the van. Strange, seeing his chest had been caved in by his steering wheel, and his leg torn off at the knee.

Jemma did go to school. As much as she loved the way she now looked, especially in her leotard, she though it would be wise to cover up. So she went via the mall. Jemma embraced the gaping looks and pointing fingers as compliments as she strolled towards Target. She wouldn't be stealing today, and aired a powerful confidence as she strode through the doors. She headed straight for the women's wear section and picked out a subtle pair of baggy track pants and a top. The cashier was lost for words. Jemma just put the money into the outstretched hand of the gasping girl and walked out of the store. It was still an effort slipping the baggy top and pants over her massive frame. Even though Jemma had been obscenely fat, her bulk still required her to wear something in a bigger size to anything she had at her house.

The rippling muscles beneath the material were a lot less noticeable now, the looks had stopped, the pointing had stopped, even Mr Michaelson didn't reflect on her looks when Jemma strolled into class. Mr Michaelson made reference to Jemma being late for school, but that was all.

Amy sat behind Jemma in her history class. Being the most popular girl in school carried with it a lot of hatred for those who were weak and not so pretty. According to Amy people like that, people like Jemma were the scum of the earth and should either lose weight of be shot. Noticing that Jemma had put on weight fuelled Amy's hatefulness towards Jemma.

Jemma could hear the whispers and giggles going on behind her back. She felt pieces of paper thumb against her back. All the while though she sat there smiling. The bell rang for lunch. The whole class produced a mass exodus. Amy and Jemma the last to leave.

"My didn't we put on weight over night?" Amy chimed. Totally unaware of the fury that was about to be unleashed upon her.

"Oh, I'm sorry Ams, where you talking to me ?" Jemma turned and shot back. She was at least 3 inches shorter than Amy. Head high school cheerleader, typically dressed in a short mini skirt and top. Both leaving nothing to the imagination. No wonder there were all those rumours plastered about her on both the mens and ladies restrooms.

"Well I don't see any other fat Pogs walking around wearing cheap Target - pronounced Ta shay - tracksuits." The smirk upon Amy's face brought about by the fact she always wore designer clothes and also due to the fact she thought her comment warranted no come back was clearly devastated and shocked when Jemma proceeded to rip her tracksuit top off.

The material didn't stand a chance as Jemma ripped it to shreds, revealing her massively ripped leotard covered top half. Veins had began to appear on the surface as she pumped and flexed her body to life. Muscles which appeared to dance under the leotard had Amy hypnotised. With inhuman speed Jemma lashed out a fist which connected to Amy's face. Shattering her model like cheek bones and splattering blood all over the hallway walls. Groggily Amy got to her feet only to see Jemma now ripping off her track suit pants, a sight that was blurred by thick blood which had formed over her eyes. Thick corded muscles made up her thighs, her diamond cut calves protruding from the backs of her legs.

Amy's ribs were shattered as Jemma unleashed a series of blows to her mid-section. One of the shattered bones pierced Amy's lunges causing her to gasp and spit blood into Jemma's face. Amy collapsed on the ground, her friends rushing to her aid as Jemma walked off, smearing the blood across her cheek as she tried to wipe it away. She had no intention of killing Amy, not yet anyway.

Jemma's Mum had come home early. She was watching Oprah and had her back to the front door and Jemma walked in. This enable Jemma to rush up the stairs and jump into the shower.

"Jem, is that you ? What the hell are you doing home so early ? Where's Amy, I thought you were going to school with her ?"

"Amy isn't feeling very well Mum", Jemma grinned as the water washed all traces of the cheerleaders blood from her hands and face. "I'll be right out Mum."

"You better get your ass out her soon girl, we need to have words. I don't pay those fucking school fees for you to just -"

"- Mum I'm out ease up" Jemma appeared from the shower wearing nothing but a towel. Her muscles rippling from the heat of the water, glistening in the hallway light. Jemma launched into a double biceps pose, making sure her towel didn't fall off. Her mother, covering her mouth stooped backwards and tumbled down the stairs. "Oops" said Jemma as she rushed down to make sure her Mum was ok. She was now in control and she knew it. No longer would she be pushed around by the Amy's of the world. Sure it would take some getting used to. The power, the looks. All part of being a gigantic muscular goddess.