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Month Zero

It all started with Annabelle's Bachelorette Party. Annabelle was an old friend, but Eva was dreading it. As one of the entertainments, Annabelle had arranged an Alpha test for everyone. They were expensive enough that most people couldn’t afford it, but her finance was rich, and clearly Annabelle wanted to have some fun. She was the hottest of them, and loved to rub everyone’s nose in it a bit, and this would be a way to do it scientifically. Even girls without the Alpha genes had some, so you could see what percentage of the way to being one of those rare goddesses you were. Annabelle thought she’d turn up on top.

She was right – she’d rated a 0.41, a clear .2 points ahead of anyone else.

Except Eva. She came up at a 1.0. Everyone laughed, even her. It must have been a mistake.

It nagged at Eva. She started reading up about Alpha online. Surely it was impossible that someone like her could be Alpha? It turns out she really could. It seemed the gene somehow connected to belief as much as anything else. If you had decided early on you weren’t that hot, it may not activate. Eva thought back, to how Annabelle was mocking her for being fat when she was just a normal little girl. She wasn’t even fat then!

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty enough. Just heavy.

Reading around, she decided to try something. She would go into “chrysalis mode”. She’d get rid of the mirrors in the house and stay in and just make a commitment to being the person she wanted to be.

The wedding was in a month’s time. She ordered her bridesmaid’s dress in the same size as Annabelle.

Month One

No-one could believe it was Eva when she arrived at the wedding and joined the Bridal party. When Annabelle saw how good Eva looked she almost choked and told her she couldn’t stand next to her. Eva was moved strategically to the back in photos to not draw attention from the Bride.

A lifetime of being the less attractive friend had taught Eva to doubt this. Yes, she’s lost weight, but was she suddenly all that? She must have imagined it when she thought the groom had checked her out.

Afterwards, Annabelle tried to recover her poise. “Hey, crash diets are really dangerous. You should go to the gym with me and I’ll teach you to be healthier.”

Eva said yes. She always wanted to be this kind of friend – rivals, not the running joke.

Month Two

At the start of the month, Eva was being outclassed. She didn’t know anything. She hadn’t been in a gym since high school, and Annabelle could have been a trainer. But she persisted, and by the end of the month she was matching Annabelle rep for rep. She started to realise when heads turned, it was as likely for her as Annabelle.

Annabelle knew it too. She was upping the ante. Annabelle said she was going to enter the local amateur fitness bikini contest. That meant the next month was going to be hardcore. Probably too much for you, yes?

No, thought Eva. Not at all.

Month Three

Eva discovered a competitive streak that surprised her. It was no longer about being Annabelle’s peer – it was about winning this actual competition. She knew she could do it. She worked harder and longer than Annabelle could match, growing ever more aware that when she was dressing to show off her developing Abs, Annabelle was starting to cover up.

The boobs were something else. Annabelle said that she was stupid to get breast implants. “You’re turning into a bimbo.”

Eva snorted at that. They weren’t breast implants. She took Annabelle’s hand and let her squeeze them. Firm, full and impossibly pert, but they were 100% natural.

Eva didn’t know what to say, and left. In the end, Annabelle didn’t compete. She got an injury the week before, but Eva suspected otherwise. Instead, Eva got on stage and outclassed everyone. There was a lot of talk of it being unfair for someone who was clearly a pro to enter an amateur event.

Eva was going to talk about it with Annabelle, but her old friend didn’t come back to the gym. She started making excuses when Eva suggested hanging out. She barely answeredtext messages.

Eva wasn’t a bimbo. Hell, she thought she felt a little smarter than she used to be – though that may just be her growing confidence. She knew exactly why Annabelle was avoiding calls: there had been a competition and Annabelle had realised that there was no way she could compete with Ava.

Ava agreed. She realised that her real competition wasn’t the hottest girl in her social group, or even the city. They were Alphas. She looked up photos of the rare shots that escaped from Alpha Island and nearly fainted in excitement, lust and envy.

She had found her new rivals.

Month Six

While Ava had decided that the competition was over, Annabelle had other ideas. She spent the next three months transforming herself with all her fiancé’s money. BBL, huge implants, hair-extensions, fillers, collagen, a world-class personal trainer, everything. She had turned herself from a hot girl into a perfect living doll.

She then called Annabelle and invited her over for a pool party.

Annabelle was excited, fantasising about her revenge, how she’d remind the dumpy girl who was the real hot one…

And Ava walked in the door, slid out off her robe and revealed the body.

Eva said hi to Annabelle.

Her jaw hung open, struggling for words, trying to take in exactly how much Eva’s look had exceeded hers. Maybe she had doubted before, but that impossible beyond-human look made her know her old friend was 100% an alpha.

Eva said hi to Annabelle’s husband.

He had been starring already. Actually having social interaction with this goddess was too much for him. He moaned hard and lost control.

It was the first time that Eva had made someone suffer Spontaneous Ejaculation – or SE, as Alphas call it - and she wanted to giggle in joy. It was a sign that she was one step closer to an invite to Alpha Island.

She managed to control herself. She knew she had a part to play, and that was “Femme Fatale.”

She glances down at the spreading wet patch in his shorts and back up at his face, and rolled her eyes with glacial disdain.

“I think I better go, Annabelle,” she said, “I don’t think your boy can handle being in the presence with an actual hot girl.”

Afterward, Eva did regret being that much of a bitch. If she could, she’d make amends.

Month Nine

Eva only saw Annabelle one more time.

She turned up Eva’s house and invited herself in. Not many people said “No” to Eva anymore. Annabelle was in a worse state than she had heard. Sure, she still had the 1500cc implants, but when you were carrying as much extra weight as Annabelle was now, it just made you look a little bustier. Annabelle was much, much heavier than Eva had ever been.

Eva explained to Annabelle that she was leaving. Annabelle could go back to the gym, go back to her life, and she’d never see Eva again. “I’ve finally qualified for my invite to Alpha Island, so I’m going to going to go,” she said, “You don’t need to worry about me an more. And you shouldn’t do this to yourself – you could never compete with me, and there’s no shame in losing to an Alpha. You were brave to even try. Deluded, sure, but brave.”

Annabelle stared back trying to take it all in, and found a little bit of her old spite.

“You’re not that hot.”

Eva sighed.

“Do you know how you qualify to go to Alpha Island?”

Eva slowly leaned forward, and arced her back just so to push her impossible cleavage out even further. Annabelle’s eyes simultaneously, incapable of tearing her eyes away. At the final second, she lost control, and came hard, hand banging the table, tears in her eyes.

“Annabelle,” said Eva as she walked away, “You qualify to go to Alpha Island when you’re hot enough to make straight girls cum like that.

Month Twelve

Eva settled into Alpha Island like a natural. On the year on from her test, she looked at old photos of herself, and saw how far she had come… but also knew how far she wanted to go. Where would she take her body next? Muscle? Ass? Boobs? She’s changed her eye colour with force of her will and exercise before… what else could she do?

She faced a new year, chin up and full of confidence.

She didn’t think of Annabelle at all. She was just some average girl she used to know.

This was in progress when I finished off the last one - it's running off a Babes/JennyDiffusion mix. The real thing I was pleased with that I managed to get some training working, but I actually think I got it wrong entirely, and I broke the model, and just got lucky with managing to keep a character that looks similar across all the versions by being better with the Denoising. I'll work out soon enough, as I'll try to re-train. My goal is to create embeddings or hypernetworks so I can get reliable characters, as I really want to do repeating characters rather than one offs.

Description
Month Zero

It all started with Annabelle's Bachelorette Party. Annabelle was an old friend, but Eva was dreading it. As one of the entertainments, Annabelle had arranged an Alpha test for everyone. They were expensive enough that most people couldn’t afford it, but her finance was rich, and clearly Annabelle wanted to have some fun. She was the hottest of them, and loved to rub everyone’s nose in it a bit, and this would be a way to do it scientifically. Even girls without the Alpha genes had some, so you could see what percentage of the way to being one of those rare goddesses you were. Annabelle thought she’d turn up on top.

She was right – she’d rated a 0.41, a clear .2 points ahead of anyone else.

Except Eva. She came up at a 1.0. Everyone laughed, even her. It must have been a mistake.

It nagged at Eva. She started reading up about Alpha online. Surely it was impossible that someone like her could be Alpha? It turns out she really could. It seemed the gene somehow connected to belief as much as anything else. If you had decided early on you weren’t that hot, it may not activate. Eva thought back, to how Annabelle was mocking her for being fat when she was just a normal little girl. She wasn’t even fat then!

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty enough. Just heavy.

Reading around, she decided to try something. She would go into “chrysalis mode”. She’d get rid of the mirrors in the house and stay in and just make a commitment to being the person she wanted to be.

The wedding was in a month’s time. She ordered her bridesmaid’s dress in the same size as Annabelle.

Month One

No-one could believe it was Eva when she arrived at the wedding and joined the Bridal party. When Annabelle saw how good Eva looked she almost choked and told her she couldn’t stand next to her. Eva was moved strategically to the back in photos to not draw attention from the Bride.

A lifetime of being the less attractive friend had taught Eva to doubt this. Yes, she’s lost weight, but was she suddenly all that? She must have imagined it when she thought the groom had checked her out.

Afterwards, Annabelle tried to recover her poise. “Hey, crash diets are really dangerous. You should go to the gym with me and I’ll teach you to be healthier.”

Eva said yes. She always wanted to be this kind of friend – rivals, not the running joke.

Month Two

At the start of the month, Eva was being outclassed. She didn’t know anything. She hadn’t been in a gym since high school, and Annabelle could have been a trainer. But she persisted, and by the end of the month she was matching Annabelle rep for rep. She started to realise when heads turned, it was as likely for her as Annabelle.

Annabelle knew it too. She was upping the ante. Annabelle said she was going to enter the local amateur fitness bikini contest. That meant the next month was going to be hardcore. Probably too much for you, yes?

No, thought Eva. Not at all.

Month Three

Eva discovered a competitive streak that surprised her. It was no longer about being Annabelle’s peer – it was about winning this actual competition. She knew she could do it. She worked harder and longer than Annabelle could match, growing ever more aware that when she was dressing to show off her developing Abs, Annabelle was starting to cover up.

The boobs were something else. Annabelle said that she was stupid to get breast implants. “You’re turning into a bimbo.”

Eva snorted at that. They weren’t breast implants. She took Annabelle’s hand and let her squeeze them. Firm, full and impossibly pert, but they were 100% natural.

Eva didn’t know what to say, and left. In the end, Annabelle didn’t compete. She got an injury the week before, but Eva suspected otherwise. Instead, Eva got on stage and outclassed everyone. There was a lot of talk of it being unfair for someone who was clearly a pro to enter an amateur event.

Eva was going to talk about it with Annabelle, but her old friend didn’t come back to the gym. She started making excuses when Eva suggested hanging out. She barely answeredtext messages.

Eva wasn’t a bimbo. Hell, she thought she felt a little smarter than she used to be – though that may just be her growing confidence. She knew exactly why Annabelle was avoiding calls: there had been a competition and Annabelle had realised that there was no way she could compete with Ava.

Ava agreed. She realised that her real competition wasn’t the hottest girl in her social group, or even the city. They were Alphas. She looked up photos of the rare shots that escaped from Alpha Island and nearly fainted in excitement, lust and envy.

She had found her new rivals.

Month Six

While Ava had decided that the competition was over, Annabelle had other ideas. She spent the next three months transforming herself with all her fiancé’s money. BBL, huge implants, hair-extensions, fillers, collagen, a world-class personal trainer, everything. She had turned herself from a hot girl into a perfect living doll.

She then called Annabelle and invited her over for a pool party.

Annabelle was excited, fantasising about her revenge, how she’d remind the dumpy girl who was the real hot one…

And Ava walked in the door, slid out off her robe and revealed the body.

Eva said hi to Annabelle.

Her jaw hung open, struggling for words, trying to take in exactly how much Eva’s look had exceeded hers. Maybe she had doubted before, but that impossible beyond-human look made her know her old friend was 100% an alpha.

Eva said hi to Annabelle’s husband.

He had been starring already. Actually having social interaction with this goddess was too much for him. He moaned hard and lost control.

It was the first time that Eva had made someone suffer Spontaneous Ejaculation – or SE, as Alphas call it - and she wanted to giggle in joy. It was a sign that she was one step closer to an invite to Alpha Island.

She managed to control herself. She knew she had a part to play, and that was “Femme Fatale.”

She glances down at the spreading wet patch in his shorts and back up at his face, and rolled her eyes with glacial disdain.

“I think I better go, Annabelle,” she said, “I don’t think your boy can handle being in the presence with an actual hot girl.”

Afterward, Eva did regret being that much of a bitch. If she could, she’d make amends.

Month Nine

Eva only saw Annabelle one more time.

She turned up Eva’s house and invited herself in. Not many people said “No” to Eva anymore. Annabelle was in a worse state than she had heard. Sure, she still had the 1500cc implants, but when you were carrying as much extra weight as Annabelle was now, it just made you look a little bustier. Annabelle was much, much heavier than Eva had ever been.

Eva explained to Annabelle that she was leaving. Annabelle could go back to the gym, go back to her life, and she’d never see Eva again. “I’ve finally qualified for my invite to Alpha Island, so I’m going to going to go,” she said, “You don’t need to worry about me an more. And you shouldn’t do this to yourself – you could never compete with me, and there’s no shame in losing to an Alpha. You were brave to even try. Deluded, sure, but brave.”

Annabelle stared back trying to take it all in, and found a little bit of her old spite.

“You’re not that hot.”

Eva sighed.

“Do you know how you qualify to go to Alpha Island?”

Eva slowly leaned forward, and arced her back just so to push her impossible cleavage out even further. Annabelle’s eyes simultaneously, incapable of tearing her eyes away. At the final second, she lost control, and came hard, hand banging the table, tears in her eyes.

“Annabelle,” said Eva as she walked away, “You qualify to go to Alpha Island when you’re hot enough to make straight girls cum like that.

Month Twelve

Eva settled into Alpha Island like a natural. On the year on from her test, she looked at old photos of herself, and saw how far she had come… but also knew how far she wanted to go. Where would she take her body next? Muscle? Ass? Boobs? She’s changed her eye colour with force of her will and exercise before… what else could she do?

She faced a new year, chin up and full of confidence.

She didn’t think of Annabelle at all. She was just some average girl she used to know.

This was in progress when I finished off the last one - it's running off a Babes/JennyDiffusion mix. The real thing I was pleased with that I managed to get some training working, but I actually think I got it wrong entirely, and I broke the model, and just got lucky with managing to keep a character that looks similar across all the versions by being better with the Denoising. I'll work out soon enough, as I'll try to re-train. My goal is to create embeddings or hypernetworks so I can get reliable characters, as I really want to do repeating characters rather than one offs.