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Okay, so I technically lied to a couple of people and said this would be three parts. I'm going to make the epilogue a fourth part. Also, this one has a mature content filter due to mild sexuality. I would say it is NSFW. This is longer than the other two parts so far. Please enjoy!

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Street Fighter: The Muscle's Paw

By: thrilldude91

Chapter 3: The Power of Beauty

Mika looked down at the broken shards of the mirror on the ground, feeling that Karin would kill her over that but more worried about her friend right now.

“I gotta do it. I can’t just leave Ibuki miserable and freakish. …Well, she’s not freakish to me, she’s pretty…pretty cool I mean. But you know what I mean Mandala” Mika said.

“I do. If you value your friend, make the wish, but know I hold no responsibility for what comes after.”

Mika gulped and then forced herself to speak.

“I wish—”

Mika was interrupted by one of her ringtones, a perky JPop tune about a woman who sees herself as a queen. The tune was called ‘Himedere’ and Mika had chosen it to be her ringtone for when Karin called, though she hoped Karin wouldn’t find out about that. Mika shot an understanding glance at Mandala, who quickly realized the wish was on hold. Mika answered the phone.

“What’s up Karin?”

“I have succeeded in conquest. Another company is now mine. So I shall be returning home; very, very soon. Have you two fulfilled your chores? And why is that big lug not picking up her phone?”

“Ibuki’s not a lug!”

“She’s a nice and talented girl, but you know as well as I do that she looks like a tank in a dress. Be careful or with all your lifting and protein, you won’t ever be able to look beautiful like I. No one truly could though, so perhaps I should rephrase to you won’t look as beautiful as you could be. Which could be stunning, but not the pinnacle of prettiness as I am.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little egotistical, Karin?”

“No. Men and even women all around the world lust for me. Men do anything for me, women anything to be me.”

“…Whatever.”

“Don’t raise your voice; you’ll be seeing me very soon. Goodbye!”

Mika looked down at the broken shards below, briefly worrying about what Karin would do to her.

“Mandala, can I have that last wish later?”

Mandala nodded once more. With that, Mika decided to go face Ibuki again, knowing she would also face the music with Karin coming home soon. Mika found Ibuki and again hugged her. Ibuki smiled and the two of them just sat there. Ibuki couldn’t help but still feel a bit sad, feeling as if her tragic life circumstances could never get better but at least she could tell Mika. Mika was only feeling a tiny bit of worry, just a final hesitation from spending her final wish. Still, both were enjoying their friendship and a peaceful moment. Then that peace was shattered as the sound of high heels clicking rang out. A few seconds later, a pissed off Karin Kanzuki entered the room.

“Is this what you two do while I am gone? Not do any chores, break one of my mirrors, and enjoy a far too comfortable moment? Perhaps I should leave you both to a bedroom, and then fire you both and file a restraining order, so you won’t ever break my things or laze about here again!” Karin said, as she cracked her knuckles.

“Karin, hold on, there’s an explanation for this—” Mika said but was interrupted.

“No, there is not. I never want to see your flamboyant idiocy in this house again, nor your disgustingly ugly behemoth of a friend!”

Ibuki began to cry again and that was the final straw for Mika.

“Hey Karin, do you remember what you were saying about beauty?”

“Yes, how men want me and women want to be me. And how I’m perfectly beautiful, unlike your distorted prettiness and this ugly…thing. I’ve tolerated both of you, I’ve even deeply enjoyed your company, but you’ve gone too far this time.”

“No, you have.”

Mika looked towards Mandala, prompting Karin to look confusedly at Mika, wondering why she was staring at what seemed to be empty space.

“I wish anyone who saw Ibuki would consider her the most beautiful and sexiest person to ever exist from now on!”

“What are you babbling a—” Karin said, before she suddenly stopped talking.

“Done!” Mandala said.

Two clouds of shiny smoke appeared, one large cloud over Ibuki and the other over where Mandala would have been visible if people could see her. The clouds overtook the room and then passed through the walls, going on to affect everyone in the world and then disappear, without causing any harm or even being noticed by anyone. But they would leave changes in their wake. Once the smoke faded from the room, it was a changed room. Mandala was visible to Ibuki and Karin now, and probably would have gotten a comment from Karin about how traditionally beautiful she was, if Mika and Karin weren’t finding themselves lusting over Ibuki.

Mika, being Mika, already had her hands on Ibuki’s body, caressing and squeezing the rock hard muscles. Karin was trying to be more composed, but if one looked carefully, they could see she was salivating and sweating.

“…bout? I don’t know why, but Ibuki, you’re simply marvellous. I never realized that there could be such exquisite beauty in your form. Actually, I feel as if I have committed blasphemy, insulting your magnificence. You’re more beautiful than Aphrodite and Freya put together…”

“Uh, Karin, aren’t you into guys? Not that I mind this sudden change in how you treat me…” Ibuki said.

“I am into men, but for you, I can change. No, I should change for you. I will still love men, but you…words cannot describe the wonders of you. I only wish I had seen it earlier.”

Karin bent down and prepared to kiss Ibuki on the lips, only for Ibuki to push Karin back and toss Mika off of her. Ibuki dashed out of the room, mildly frightened and confused at what was happening but also finding some enjoyment in it. Ibuki went straight to one of Karin’s gyms, where she started lifting dumbbells to work through the confusion.

“Wow, I really have spent too much time around Mika” Ibuki said.

Ibuki laughed after that statement, realizing the irony of working out to blow off steam after a life of being treated like a freak for her strength and size. Then what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Wait, somehow Karin and Mika think I’m hot. Okay, not much of a stretch for Mika to think I’m hot but Karin? No way, unless something magical happened. …Hope it isn’t just women who like me.”

Ibuki loaded a deadlift bar with the heaviest of weights and lifted it a few times, smiling as she did so. Then she dropped it with a clang and began walking back to the library where Karin and Mika still were. As she did so, she spoke to herself.

“Better to be loved than hated, I guess!”

Once Ibuki entered the library, she saw a scene she never would have expected. Karin seemed so deprived since Ibuki left, that she had taken to squeezing Mika’s biceps and massaging her back. It was as if her tastes had entirely changed. Mika was lapping it up and flexing the whole time.

“How could I have not enjoyed this before?” Karin asked.

“Can’t change the past, but you can enjoy yourself more in the future! Maybe we could hit the gym together?”

“Most definitely. I feel like an emaciated twig, not at all like—”

Karin stopped speaking when it was plain to both Mika and her that Ibuki had entered the room. They rushed to Ibuki like lapdogs, gleefully touching Ibuki with mad lustful grins.

“Hey Karin, can you bring your butler to me?” Ibuki said,

“Am I not good enough, Ibuki?”

“You’re a good friend, Karin…” Ibuki said; forcing herself to maintain a cheerful demeanour, despite knowing Karin had never even been a percent as friendly as she was now.

“But am I good enough for you, my beautiful Titania?”

Ibuki looked at Karin and though she found her very pretty, this new attention was starting to go to Ibuki’s head and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit like Karin was scrawny, and that scrawniness wasn’t a good thing. Ibuki saw the two love slaves clamoring for her, and blushed as she flexed her bulging and massive arms and ripped off a lot of her conservative dress to show off her humongous legs, flexing them to the point that veins bulged. Mika and Karin started caressing Ibuki’s legs, finding that their hands couldn’t even wrap around half the width of Ibuki’s legs. After a few minutes of this, Ibuki decided that enough was enough for now.

“Karin, you are good enough. But you could be better if you brought me your butler, Shi, Shigeru, Shion, uh…”

“Shibasaki?” Karin asked.

“Yes, Shibasaki. Please get him.”

“I shall be right back!”

Karin ran out of the room, her face twisted into a bit of a frown, as she knew she was apart from the spectacularly sexy Ibuki, but she also hoped that by fulfilling Ibuki’s wish, she would gain more favor with Ibuki. Karin found Shibasaki and with nothing more than a few words, Shibasaki followed Karin back to the library, albeit with a few worries at Karin’s seemingly out of character behaviour. All those worries vanished once he saw Ibuki and he too could not help but swoon at Ibuki’s perfection. Ibuki grinned widely as she realized the obvious.

“I’m sexy to everyone.”

At this point, Mandala’s body, mind and soul had fully adjusted to being human. Now that she was nothing more than mortal, she too was feeling entranced by Ibuki. She ran over to Ibuki and despite knowing that she had merely granted a wish, she was just as intoxicated by Ibuki. Ibuki shrugged her shoulders and despite feeling heterosexual, decided that she was starved enough of attention and hadn’t had any sex, that she would allow herself to take what was happening to its logical conclusion.

“Karin, where’s the biggest bed in this house?”

Karin beamed with an absolutely submissive yet genuine smile, glee written all over her face.

“Let me show you!”

Karin led the way to the master bedroom; where Ibuki, Karin and Mika enjoyed themselves deeply for the whole night. After a few hours of lovemaking, Ibuki even allowed Shibasaki to join in. During this session, Ibuki found that she had to be very careful with her lovemaking, but even with that, come morning Karin, Mika and Shibasaki had trouble moving along with quite a few bruises. During said morning, Ibuki rolled out of bed and walked to the door. As she opened the door, she found that Mandala was on the other side, obviously having stayed up all night and listened from the other side of the door; a look of almost pure bliss mixed with a hint of longing in her face. Ibuki hugged Mandala back, making Mandala moan just a bit.

Ibuki then left the estate, taking a plane to get off the absolutely massive grounds and soon landed into Japan. Once she was there, Ibuki basked in the glory of the masses adoring her. However, Ibuki wanted to fulfill a personal dream of hers, making out with a pop star. After taking a few selfies with some people and kissing a ton of guys and a couple girls, Ibuki saw on a giant television that the kickboxing singer Dee Jay was having a concert in Japan.

“Awesome! Such a hunk!” Ibuki said.

Ibuki made her way towards where the concert was, taking trains to get there as quickly as possible. Once she arrived she saw that the concert was full of screaming fangirls, all of them quite happy to see Dee Jay on the stage. Some fanboys were also enjoying Dee Jay as well. Ibuki stayed hidden beyond the very back of the concert, nodding her head to the beat and smirking as she looked at the concert. But then she started going into the crowd, enjoying all the looks and touches that she drew from absolutely everyone. Then her ultimate goal appeared before her, Dee Jay. Dee Jay noticed her and the singing suddenly stopped. Dee Jay extended a hand to Ibuki and Ibuki allowed him to try to pull her up onto the stage. Despite Dee Jay’s muscular body, he could not pull Ibuki up so she climbed onto the stage herself and began making out with Dee Jay. To Ibuki, this was a dream come true, getting to make out with someone famous. Unbeknownst to Ibuki, this was also something that would change peoples’ dreams forever. This was because the concert was being filmed and broadcast live, to both televisions and the internet, all over the world.

Due to Dee Jay’s fame, many people were watching this concert. And due to the effects of the final wish Mika had made, Ibuki’s hypnotic charms were broadcast all over the world. Ten million people were entranced instantly, their thoughts and desires rewired to desire Ibuki and their preferences rewired to desire incredibly muscular people, lusts and personal goals changing in the blink of an eye. Of these ten million people, the men found themselves locking themselves in their bedrooms and masturbating to pictures of amazonian women and disregarding their previous kinks and ideas on beauty; while the women found themselves doing the same but also filled with a deep sense of regret at their bodies, feeling that they were disgustingly fat or thin, or even the muscular ones feeling that they were shrimp-like and pathetic in comparison to their newfound idol. Yet even this was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, as with the world connected to the internet, many of these ten million people told others to check out the performance or took pictures of Ibuki from the performance and posted them to various social media. Ibuki’s image spread like a contagion.

Within weeks, Ibuki was an international celebrity, who almost everyone wanted to see. Her face was plastered on posters, she was invited to tons of talk shows, she got endorsement deals and even new products based around her; such as clothing imitating hers, posters of her and beauty products packaging the essence of her sweat from an intense workout. During this time, Ibuki’s attitudes had changed a lot. As she was preparing for an interview, Ibuki was staring at herself in a changing room mirror. Her cutesy face was quite the contrast to her hulking frame, which was now dressed in the finest of silk dresses, an elegant gown patterned to have cherry blossoms along with pink and purple. A definitely girly outfit, over a body she once would have seen as the exact opposite of femininity. But now, things had changed and she couldn’t help but smile at what she now was. She actually flexed her muscles quite a few times, revelling in her body. Just as she was about to go out for the interview, the door to the changing room suddenly opened up. Ibuki turned around to see Karin there, but not Karin as she used to know her. This Karin was much taller, just a bit over 6 feet, and with muscles that would shame the largest of male bodybuilders. Karin’s outfit was a much skimpier version of her usual red business outfit, yet with still just enough taste that she didn’t come off as lewd. Karin’s top had expanded to fit her now gigantic mid-section and been cropped to no longer have sleeves, instead showing off arms larger than redwood tree trunks, along with a cut out section underneath her breasts to display the bottom part of her now much larger chest that had bulging abdominals which jutted out. Her legs were swollen and at least twice the size of her arms, wrapped up in tights. In addition, Karin’s breasts were also almost as big as Ibuki’s, being obviously giant but maintained in a firm position with a lacy bra that was slightly exposed and bolstered by gigantic pectorals. Her behavior was quite the contrast to her new size, as she still carried herself with elegance and a haughtiness showing she believed she was better than just about everyone, despite that just a few weeks ago, she would not only not be the size but would not have seen it as something to be proud of. Yet, here she was extremely prideful of it, treating herself as if she was the most feminine and beautiful woman in the world. Or to be more exact, the second most beautiful woman in the world. Perhaps the biggest contrast of her behavior versus her newfound frame was her cutesy facial expression. Usually, Karin would be seen as pretty, but not cute. However, around the new Ibuki, her eyes were wider than those of an anime character and one could easily believe if it was possible, hearts would be in her eyes. Even with Karin’s attempt to come off as refined, it was clear in any and all scenarios, not involving Ibuki she would be that and this was not one of those scenarios. Karin seemed more like a lovesick lesbian schoolgirl than her usual self, but even with that, she had more willpower than most anyone else around Ibuki. Summoning up said willpower, she spoke up in a tone with just enough wavering that it was certain she saw Ibuki as her better, but not by much.

“Ibuki, I apologize for interrupting you just before your interview. But I have excellent news for you” Karin said.

Ibuki looked at Karin with disbelief in her widened and shocked eyes. Though Ibuki was obviously confused at Karin’s sudden change, another part of her was enjoying it enough to lick her lips just a bit, though she did so unconsciously. Ibuki just mildly nodded to indicate that she wanted to hear this ‘excellent news’.

“Do you remember the company I was doing a takeover on before I realized how wonderful you are? Well, I managed to use Revolutionary Genetics’ resources along with my unsurpassed brilliance to understand the cause of your disease…although disease is such an awful word for this. Myohypertrophplasia is such a rare thing, only being really found in you and a lunkhead called Abigail, but after much effort, it no longer needs to be such a rare thing. I have found a way to replicate it, though not without some unintended consequences” Karin said.

“Are you asking me if I want you to make my disease common?”

Karin blushed a little bit and lifted a heavy arm to barely put her hand behind her head, as if to put on a bashful pose and convince Ibuki that she meant no harm.

“There are a few…issues…with replicating Myohypertrophplasia. The small ones would be that there could be economic issues with women desiring more food than ever before to power their bodies or increased costs for clothing as they will need to be much larger. Another issue would be that despite your beauty quickly overtaking the first world nations, people in third world nations for the most part do not value your appearance, simply because they don’t have access to as much media. Still, they will come around eventually, it will just take longer. And the biggest issue is—” Karin said before being interrupted.

“Men can’t be affected by Myohypertrophplasia” Ibuki interrupted.

Karin looked down at the ground with mild shame and worry.

“Almost. Technically, there is a man who has Myohypertrophplasia, a lunkhead called Abigail. I had my forces abduct and experiment on him, but for whatever reason, his version of the disease is not only weaker than yours but cannot be transferred to anyone else. And after experimenting on your DNA, I have found that your beauty can be transferred to others, but only those with XX chromosomes, so only women can be like you. There are two potential issues with making this public. The first issue is that it would make you not unique anymore. You would still be the most perfect person to ever exist, but other women could get near your perfection. As you can see, after changing myself with the research, I am approaching your beauty; but sadly it seems that no one will ever reach your heights, although a few can come close. The second issue is one much, heh, larger. If I made this beauty…” Karin said, before trailing off and flexing her muscles to the point where her biceps seemed like the world’s largest watermelon, to emphasize her new ideas of beauty.

Ibuki smiled but rolled her eyes and then gave Karin a look implying that she wanted Karin to continue with what she was saying. Karin dropped her humongous arms to her sides and composed herself once more.

“As I was saying, if I made this beauty available to everyone, then the world would change even more. Right now, you’re becoming used to a world that revolves around you. If this were to become public, the world would still believe you’re the most beautiful but with all things being relative, you would no longer be completely unique. If women started growing to your size, I could make the cost for the transference of your disease very expensive, and only a few would be like you; leading to a new hierarchy of beauty where most would settle, but all would still look up to a few. I rather like this option as it’s profitable and pragmatic for me, keeping people like you and I at the top. If it’s cheap or even freely available to the public, then we’re looking at a whole new world, with many changes to everything from fashion to gender roles to philosophy. I came here to give you the option on what to do about this, before I proceed with anything” Karin finished.

“So it’s up to me what you do?” Ibuki said.

Karin nodded.

Ibuki looked at her body, remembering how most of her life she hated her body for standing out and being mocked for it. Now she still stood out, but was being loved for it. She thought it was similar to someone was looking for a needle in a haystack, and that was currently akin to a gem encrusted needle delicately perched on top of the haystack and easily visible. But what if the haystack became a needlestack? People searching for needles could enjoy many other needles. As she mulled over this analogy, she realized it wasn’t the best analogy, but was she really willing to give up her uniqueness?

“…I’ll think about it Karin. Thanks, really. But do you mind if you leave me alone for a bit? I need to get ready for the interview and finish doing some of my makeup.”

Karin’s face scrunched in sadness and annoyance but followed Ibuki’s orders and left the room. Once Karin had left, Ibuki stared at herself in the mirror, the idea of completely changing the world weighing on her mind. It seemed so odd, as she knew when she was younger; she hated her muscles and just wanted a normal life. Now she had an entirely different life, one that was definitely not normal, but she liked.

“Should I?”

Ibuki looked down at the makeup in the changing room, not really feeling she had any need to use it. A tinge of guilt flared up in her, knowing how she used the makeup as an excuse to get rid of Karin. Ibuki stared at the clock in the changing room and saw that she had to go to her interview. Ibuki walked out of the room, ducking underneath the door and forcing herself through the doorway. She made her way to the stage where her interview was taking place. The fans in the audience roared with approval and Ibuki flexed her muscles for them, which only made the fans that much happier. Ibuki turned her attention to the interviewer as the cameras turned on and the interview began.

“It’s wonderful to have you here, Ibuki!” the interviewer said.

“…Great to be here, too!” Ibuki forced out.

Ibuki’s last words were hard for her to say because she could not help focus on the interviewer in front of her. The interviewer was someone she had briefly seen once or twice before on TV, but she was supposed to be thin and dainty, not muscular. It had only been weeks, but the woman in front of her was much more toned than she ever was before and wearing a top which showed off her abdominals. She even had slight biceps. Ibuki couldn’t help but find herself intrigued and happy at what was happening, yet mildly concerned about it.

“Ibuki, you’ve become a worldwide sensation. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?” the interviewer asked.

Ibuki blushed, her body compressing with a shyness that contrasted with her humongous frame. The audience lapped up her attitude, many of the women and even some of the men attempting to imitate her pose. Even the interviewer was imitating Ibuki’s pose. Ibuki wasn’t completely sure how to feel about how much sway she had over everyone. Ibuki could tell from looking at the people around that every single one of them was waiting eagerly for her response, as if she was some goddess whose words were more than words, they were divine rules. After realizing the responsibility she had, Ibuki responded.

“It’s a great honor. I know I’m not v—very much like everyone else, but I am glad that everyone else can see how much beauty I have. I am also astounded but grateful that others have decided to imitate my appearance. To all women out there, I urge you to follow my example and make yourselves as buff as you can be, for buffness is beauty! And for all the guys out there…”

Ibuki got out of the chair she was in and flexed her huge biceps, which rose into mountainous peaks. She then flexed her abdominals which burst forward like bricks on springs. Next were her legs which pulsed yet were obviously were as hard as flesh colored cinderblocks. To top it all off, Ibuki placed her hands underneath her breasts and first jiggled them with their hands, then removed her hands and made them move with nothing more than pec flexes. The audience went wild and Ibuki couldn’t help but notice the way the interviewer’s nipples had gone hard enough to see through her shirt. After enjoying parading her body, Ibuki sat down on the chair once more. The interviewer wiped away some sweat from her forehead and then continued the interview.

“Can you tell us about your life?”

“When I was younger, I was left out a lot. People thought, I was, uh, weird and grotesque. But now, everyone loves me and I love it!”

“It’s simply a shame that people thought that. But you know, many just couldn’t accept just how pretty you truly are! To have someone like a goddess walk among us, it’s too much to bear for many. Now the world is finally much more accepting, even enlightened…”

The interviewer trailed off, her eyes dreamily looking at Ibuki. Ibuki decided to ask a question that was niggling in the back of her mind.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ibuki said.

The interviewer seemed shocked but honored, her mouth curved into a smile but her eyes widened just enough to show Ibuki’s words were a surpise.

“Of course.”

“Okay. Why do you, hell, why does anyone find me so attractive? Not that I mind…”

“Because you’re the epitome of prettiness!”

“No, but even weeks ago, people would have, no, did think I was ugly.”

The interviewer’s head hung in shame, as if she absolutely hated herself with the passion of a person trying to atone for a lifetime of crime.

“I can’t know for sure, but I think every one of us, deep down, wanted you in our lives. Want your beauty. We just didn’t know it or couldn’t accept it. It’s like someone discovering something that they never knew consciously, but was always there in the most hidden corners of their dreams.”

Ibuki nervously nodded but as she did so, her face looked down at herself. Seeing herself finally made her smile. Then she took a look at the crowd and saw how many of the women in the crowd were at least slightly in shape with some muscle tone, a marked change to how women were before. The women also seemed to watch Ibuki with looks of absolute adoration. The men were obviously smitten with Ibuki, some drooling and some smiling madly. Ibuki closed her eyes and thought of a friend of hers, Mika. She couldn’t help but feel that Mika would love to be in this position. Ibuki was glad to be in this position though she knew she wouldn’t have been weeks ago. Whereas everyone else seemed to struggle very little with cognitive dissonance, even willing to rewrite the narratives of their lives, Ibuki felt as if she could not do so. After a minute of contemplation over her life, Ibuki knew what she wanted to do. A huge grin came over her face and then she spoke words which would further change the world.

“I appreciate all you out there loving my beauty! But do any of you women out there want to be just as hot as me? Or do any men want women just as pretty as yours truly? Then do I have news for you! A friend of mine told me a way the world can be even more beautiful…”

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After the interview, Ibuki couldn’t help but go backstage and jump up and down for joy. With each landing, the ground cracked. Once she stopped, she giddily flexed her muscles and thought on the implications of announcing Karin’s discovery. Then she flexed her arms one more time and sent a text to Karin.

“Let’s make your research public for all women.”

After doing that, Ibuki couldn’t help but laugh as she thought about how much she had changed. She felt like she was becoming more muscle-headed than Mika and more vain than Karin. Though a part of her felt she should feel strange about it after how she lived most of her life, she knew how she actually felt. And so Ibuki left the studio with the largest smile she had in her life to this point.

Description
Okay, so I technically lied to a couple of people and said this would be three parts. I'm going to make the epilogue a fourth part. Also, this one has a mature content filter due to mild sexuality. I would say it is NSFW. This is longer than the other two parts so far. Please enjoy!

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Street Fighter: The Muscle's Paw

By: thrilldude91

Chapter 3: The Power of Beauty

Mika looked down at the broken shards of the mirror on the ground, feeling that Karin would kill her over that but more worried about her friend right now.

“I gotta do it. I can’t just leave Ibuki miserable and freakish. …Well, she’s not freakish to me, she’s pretty…pretty cool I mean. But you know what I mean Mandala” Mika said.

“I do. If you value your friend, make the wish, but know I hold no responsibility for what comes after.”

Mika gulped and then forced herself to speak.

“I wish—”

Mika was interrupted by one of her ringtones, a perky JPop tune about a woman who sees herself as a queen. The tune was called ‘Himedere’ and Mika had chosen it to be her ringtone for when Karin called, though she hoped Karin wouldn’t find out about that. Mika shot an understanding glance at Mandala, who quickly realized the wish was on hold. Mika answered the phone.

“What’s up Karin?”

“I have succeeded in conquest. Another company is now mine. So I shall be returning home; very, very soon. Have you two fulfilled your chores? And why is that big lug not picking up her phone?”

“Ibuki’s not a lug!”

“She’s a nice and talented girl, but you know as well as I do that she looks like a tank in a dress. Be careful or with all your lifting and protein, you won’t ever be able to look beautiful like I. No one truly could though, so perhaps I should rephrase to you won’t look as beautiful as you could be. Which could be stunning, but not the pinnacle of prettiness as I am.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little egotistical, Karin?”

“No. Men and even women all around the world lust for me. Men do anything for me, women anything to be me.”

“…Whatever.”

“Don’t raise your voice; you’ll be seeing me very soon. Goodbye!”

Mika looked down at the broken shards below, briefly worrying about what Karin would do to her.

“Mandala, can I have that last wish later?”

Mandala nodded once more. With that, Mika decided to go face Ibuki again, knowing she would also face the music with Karin coming home soon. Mika found Ibuki and again hugged her. Ibuki smiled and the two of them just sat there. Ibuki couldn’t help but still feel a bit sad, feeling as if her tragic life circumstances could never get better but at least she could tell Mika. Mika was only feeling a tiny bit of worry, just a final hesitation from spending her final wish. Still, both were enjoying their friendship and a peaceful moment. Then that peace was shattered as the sound of high heels clicking rang out. A few seconds later, a pissed off Karin Kanzuki entered the room.

“Is this what you two do while I am gone? Not do any chores, break one of my mirrors, and enjoy a far too comfortable moment? Perhaps I should leave you both to a bedroom, and then fire you both and file a restraining order, so you won’t ever break my things or laze about here again!” Karin said, as she cracked her knuckles.

“Karin, hold on, there’s an explanation for this—” Mika said but was interrupted.

“No, there is not. I never want to see your flamboyant idiocy in this house again, nor your disgustingly ugly behemoth of a friend!”

Ibuki began to cry again and that was the final straw for Mika.

“Hey Karin, do you remember what you were saying about beauty?”

“Yes, how men want me and women want to be me. And how I’m perfectly beautiful, unlike your distorted prettiness and this ugly…thing. I’ve tolerated both of you, I’ve even deeply enjoyed your company, but you’ve gone too far this time.”

“No, you have.”

Mika looked towards Mandala, prompting Karin to look confusedly at Mika, wondering why she was staring at what seemed to be empty space.

“I wish anyone who saw Ibuki would consider her the most beautiful and sexiest person to ever exist from now on!”

“What are you babbling a—” Karin said, before she suddenly stopped talking.

“Done!” Mandala said.

Two clouds of shiny smoke appeared, one large cloud over Ibuki and the other over where Mandala would have been visible if people could see her. The clouds overtook the room and then passed through the walls, going on to affect everyone in the world and then disappear, without causing any harm or even being noticed by anyone. But they would leave changes in their wake. Once the smoke faded from the room, it was a changed room. Mandala was visible to Ibuki and Karin now, and probably would have gotten a comment from Karin about how traditionally beautiful she was, if Mika and Karin weren’t finding themselves lusting over Ibuki.

Mika, being Mika, already had her hands on Ibuki’s body, caressing and squeezing the rock hard muscles. Karin was trying to be more composed, but if one looked carefully, they could see she was salivating and sweating.

“…bout? I don’t know why, but Ibuki, you’re simply marvellous. I never realized that there could be such exquisite beauty in your form. Actually, I feel as if I have committed blasphemy, insulting your magnificence. You’re more beautiful than Aphrodite and Freya put together…”

“Uh, Karin, aren’t you into guys? Not that I mind this sudden change in how you treat me…” Ibuki said.

“I am into men, but for you, I can change. No, I should change for you. I will still love men, but you…words cannot describe the wonders of you. I only wish I had seen it earlier.”

Karin bent down and prepared to kiss Ibuki on the lips, only for Ibuki to push Karin back and toss Mika off of her. Ibuki dashed out of the room, mildly frightened and confused at what was happening but also finding some enjoyment in it. Ibuki went straight to one of Karin’s gyms, where she started lifting dumbbells to work through the confusion.

“Wow, I really have spent too much time around Mika” Ibuki said.

Ibuki laughed after that statement, realizing the irony of working out to blow off steam after a life of being treated like a freak for her strength and size. Then what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Wait, somehow Karin and Mika think I’m hot. Okay, not much of a stretch for Mika to think I’m hot but Karin? No way, unless something magical happened. …Hope it isn’t just women who like me.”

Ibuki loaded a deadlift bar with the heaviest of weights and lifted it a few times, smiling as she did so. Then she dropped it with a clang and began walking back to the library where Karin and Mika still were. As she did so, she spoke to herself.

“Better to be loved than hated, I guess!”

Once Ibuki entered the library, she saw a scene she never would have expected. Karin seemed so deprived since Ibuki left, that she had taken to squeezing Mika’s biceps and massaging her back. It was as if her tastes had entirely changed. Mika was lapping it up and flexing the whole time.

“How could I have not enjoyed this before?” Karin asked.

“Can’t change the past, but you can enjoy yourself more in the future! Maybe we could hit the gym together?”

“Most definitely. I feel like an emaciated twig, not at all like—”

Karin stopped speaking when it was plain to both Mika and her that Ibuki had entered the room. They rushed to Ibuki like lapdogs, gleefully touching Ibuki with mad lustful grins.

“Hey Karin, can you bring your butler to me?” Ibuki said,

“Am I not good enough, Ibuki?”

“You’re a good friend, Karin…” Ibuki said; forcing herself to maintain a cheerful demeanour, despite knowing Karin had never even been a percent as friendly as she was now.

“But am I good enough for you, my beautiful Titania?”

Ibuki looked at Karin and though she found her very pretty, this new attention was starting to go to Ibuki’s head and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit like Karin was scrawny, and that scrawniness wasn’t a good thing. Ibuki saw the two love slaves clamoring for her, and blushed as she flexed her bulging and massive arms and ripped off a lot of her conservative dress to show off her humongous legs, flexing them to the point that veins bulged. Mika and Karin started caressing Ibuki’s legs, finding that their hands couldn’t even wrap around half the width of Ibuki’s legs. After a few minutes of this, Ibuki decided that enough was enough for now.

“Karin, you are good enough. But you could be better if you brought me your butler, Shi, Shigeru, Shion, uh…”

“Shibasaki?” Karin asked.

“Yes, Shibasaki. Please get him.”

“I shall be right back!”

Karin ran out of the room, her face twisted into a bit of a frown, as she knew she was apart from the spectacularly sexy Ibuki, but she also hoped that by fulfilling Ibuki’s wish, she would gain more favor with Ibuki. Karin found Shibasaki and with nothing more than a few words, Shibasaki followed Karin back to the library, albeit with a few worries at Karin’s seemingly out of character behaviour. All those worries vanished once he saw Ibuki and he too could not help but swoon at Ibuki’s perfection. Ibuki grinned widely as she realized the obvious.

“I’m sexy to everyone.”

At this point, Mandala’s body, mind and soul had fully adjusted to being human. Now that she was nothing more than mortal, she too was feeling entranced by Ibuki. She ran over to Ibuki and despite knowing that she had merely granted a wish, she was just as intoxicated by Ibuki. Ibuki shrugged her shoulders and despite feeling heterosexual, decided that she was starved enough of attention and hadn’t had any sex, that she would allow herself to take what was happening to its logical conclusion.

“Karin, where’s the biggest bed in this house?”

Karin beamed with an absolutely submissive yet genuine smile, glee written all over her face.

“Let me show you!”

Karin led the way to the master bedroom; where Ibuki, Karin and Mika enjoyed themselves deeply for the whole night. After a few hours of lovemaking, Ibuki even allowed Shibasaki to join in. During this session, Ibuki found that she had to be very careful with her lovemaking, but even with that, come morning Karin, Mika and Shibasaki had trouble moving along with quite a few bruises. During said morning, Ibuki rolled out of bed and walked to the door. As she opened the door, she found that Mandala was on the other side, obviously having stayed up all night and listened from the other side of the door; a look of almost pure bliss mixed with a hint of longing in her face. Ibuki hugged Mandala back, making Mandala moan just a bit.

Ibuki then left the estate, taking a plane to get off the absolutely massive grounds and soon landed into Japan. Once she was there, Ibuki basked in the glory of the masses adoring her. However, Ibuki wanted to fulfill a personal dream of hers, making out with a pop star. After taking a few selfies with some people and kissing a ton of guys and a couple girls, Ibuki saw on a giant television that the kickboxing singer Dee Jay was having a concert in Japan.

“Awesome! Such a hunk!” Ibuki said.

Ibuki made her way towards where the concert was, taking trains to get there as quickly as possible. Once she arrived she saw that the concert was full of screaming fangirls, all of them quite happy to see Dee Jay on the stage. Some fanboys were also enjoying Dee Jay as well. Ibuki stayed hidden beyond the very back of the concert, nodding her head to the beat and smirking as she looked at the concert. But then she started going into the crowd, enjoying all the looks and touches that she drew from absolutely everyone. Then her ultimate goal appeared before her, Dee Jay. Dee Jay noticed her and the singing suddenly stopped. Dee Jay extended a hand to Ibuki and Ibuki allowed him to try to pull her up onto the stage. Despite Dee Jay’s muscular body, he could not pull Ibuki up so she climbed onto the stage herself and began making out with Dee Jay. To Ibuki, this was a dream come true, getting to make out with someone famous. Unbeknownst to Ibuki, this was also something that would change peoples’ dreams forever. This was because the concert was being filmed and broadcast live, to both televisions and the internet, all over the world.

Due to Dee Jay’s fame, many people were watching this concert. And due to the effects of the final wish Mika had made, Ibuki’s hypnotic charms were broadcast all over the world. Ten million people were entranced instantly, their thoughts and desires rewired to desire Ibuki and their preferences rewired to desire incredibly muscular people, lusts and personal goals changing in the blink of an eye. Of these ten million people, the men found themselves locking themselves in their bedrooms and masturbating to pictures of amazonian women and disregarding their previous kinks and ideas on beauty; while the women found themselves doing the same but also filled with a deep sense of regret at their bodies, feeling that they were disgustingly fat or thin, or even the muscular ones feeling that they were shrimp-like and pathetic in comparison to their newfound idol. Yet even this was nothing more than a drop in the bucket, as with the world connected to the internet, many of these ten million people told others to check out the performance or took pictures of Ibuki from the performance and posted them to various social media. Ibuki’s image spread like a contagion.

Within weeks, Ibuki was an international celebrity, who almost everyone wanted to see. Her face was plastered on posters, she was invited to tons of talk shows, she got endorsement deals and even new products based around her; such as clothing imitating hers, posters of her and beauty products packaging the essence of her sweat from an intense workout. During this time, Ibuki’s attitudes had changed a lot. As she was preparing for an interview, Ibuki was staring at herself in a changing room mirror. Her cutesy face was quite the contrast to her hulking frame, which was now dressed in the finest of silk dresses, an elegant gown patterned to have cherry blossoms along with pink and purple. A definitely girly outfit, over a body she once would have seen as the exact opposite of femininity. But now, things had changed and she couldn’t help but smile at what she now was. She actually flexed her muscles quite a few times, revelling in her body. Just as she was about to go out for the interview, the door to the changing room suddenly opened up. Ibuki turned around to see Karin there, but not Karin as she used to know her. This Karin was much taller, just a bit over 6 feet, and with muscles that would shame the largest of male bodybuilders. Karin’s outfit was a much skimpier version of her usual red business outfit, yet with still just enough taste that she didn’t come off as lewd. Karin’s top had expanded to fit her now gigantic mid-section and been cropped to no longer have sleeves, instead showing off arms larger than redwood tree trunks, along with a cut out section underneath her breasts to display the bottom part of her now much larger chest that had bulging abdominals which jutted out. Her legs were swollen and at least twice the size of her arms, wrapped up in tights. In addition, Karin’s breasts were also almost as big as Ibuki’s, being obviously giant but maintained in a firm position with a lacy bra that was slightly exposed and bolstered by gigantic pectorals. Her behavior was quite the contrast to her new size, as she still carried herself with elegance and a haughtiness showing she believed she was better than just about everyone, despite that just a few weeks ago, she would not only not be the size but would not have seen it as something to be proud of. Yet, here she was extremely prideful of it, treating herself as if she was the most feminine and beautiful woman in the world. Or to be more exact, the second most beautiful woman in the world. Perhaps the biggest contrast of her behavior versus her newfound frame was her cutesy facial expression. Usually, Karin would be seen as pretty, but not cute. However, around the new Ibuki, her eyes were wider than those of an anime character and one could easily believe if it was possible, hearts would be in her eyes. Even with Karin’s attempt to come off as refined, it was clear in any and all scenarios, not involving Ibuki she would be that and this was not one of those scenarios. Karin seemed more like a lovesick lesbian schoolgirl than her usual self, but even with that, she had more willpower than most anyone else around Ibuki. Summoning up said willpower, she spoke up in a tone with just enough wavering that it was certain she saw Ibuki as her better, but not by much.

“Ibuki, I apologize for interrupting you just before your interview. But I have excellent news for you” Karin said.

Ibuki looked at Karin with disbelief in her widened and shocked eyes. Though Ibuki was obviously confused at Karin’s sudden change, another part of her was enjoying it enough to lick her lips just a bit, though she did so unconsciously. Ibuki just mildly nodded to indicate that she wanted to hear this ‘excellent news’.

“Do you remember the company I was doing a takeover on before I realized how wonderful you are? Well, I managed to use Revolutionary Genetics’ resources along with my unsurpassed brilliance to understand the cause of your disease…although disease is such an awful word for this. Myohypertrophplasia is such a rare thing, only being really found in you and a lunkhead called Abigail, but after much effort, it no longer needs to be such a rare thing. I have found a way to replicate it, though not without some unintended consequences” Karin said.

“Are you asking me if I want you to make my disease common?”

Karin blushed a little bit and lifted a heavy arm to barely put her hand behind her head, as if to put on a bashful pose and convince Ibuki that she meant no harm.

“There are a few…issues…with replicating Myohypertrophplasia. The small ones would be that there could be economic issues with women desiring more food than ever before to power their bodies or increased costs for clothing as they will need to be much larger. Another issue would be that despite your beauty quickly overtaking the first world nations, people in third world nations for the most part do not value your appearance, simply because they don’t have access to as much media. Still, they will come around eventually, it will just take longer. And the biggest issue is—” Karin said before being interrupted.

“Men can’t be affected by Myohypertrophplasia” Ibuki interrupted.

Karin looked down at the ground with mild shame and worry.

“Almost. Technically, there is a man who has Myohypertrophplasia, a lunkhead called Abigail. I had my forces abduct and experiment on him, but for whatever reason, his version of the disease is not only weaker than yours but cannot be transferred to anyone else. And after experimenting on your DNA, I have found that your beauty can be transferred to others, but only those with XX chromosomes, so only women can be like you. There are two potential issues with making this public. The first issue is that it would make you not unique anymore. You would still be the most perfect person to ever exist, but other women could get near your perfection. As you can see, after changing myself with the research, I am approaching your beauty; but sadly it seems that no one will ever reach your heights, although a few can come close. The second issue is one much, heh, larger. If I made this beauty…” Karin said, before trailing off and flexing her muscles to the point where her biceps seemed like the world’s largest watermelon, to emphasize her new ideas of beauty.

Ibuki smiled but rolled her eyes and then gave Karin a look implying that she wanted Karin to continue with what she was saying. Karin dropped her humongous arms to her sides and composed herself once more.

“As I was saying, if I made this beauty available to everyone, then the world would change even more. Right now, you’re becoming used to a world that revolves around you. If this were to become public, the world would still believe you’re the most beautiful but with all things being relative, you would no longer be completely unique. If women started growing to your size, I could make the cost for the transference of your disease very expensive, and only a few would be like you; leading to a new hierarchy of beauty where most would settle, but all would still look up to a few. I rather like this option as it’s profitable and pragmatic for me, keeping people like you and I at the top. If it’s cheap or even freely available to the public, then we’re looking at a whole new world, with many changes to everything from fashion to gender roles to philosophy. I came here to give you the option on what to do about this, before I proceed with anything” Karin finished.

“So it’s up to me what you do?” Ibuki said.

Karin nodded.

Ibuki looked at her body, remembering how most of her life she hated her body for standing out and being mocked for it. Now she still stood out, but was being loved for it. She thought it was similar to someone was looking for a needle in a haystack, and that was currently akin to a gem encrusted needle delicately perched on top of the haystack and easily visible. But what if the haystack became a needlestack? People searching for needles could enjoy many other needles. As she mulled over this analogy, she realized it wasn’t the best analogy, but was she really willing to give up her uniqueness?

“…I’ll think about it Karin. Thanks, really. But do you mind if you leave me alone for a bit? I need to get ready for the interview and finish doing some of my makeup.”

Karin’s face scrunched in sadness and annoyance but followed Ibuki’s orders and left the room. Once Karin had left, Ibuki stared at herself in the mirror, the idea of completely changing the world weighing on her mind. It seemed so odd, as she knew when she was younger; she hated her muscles and just wanted a normal life. Now she had an entirely different life, one that was definitely not normal, but she liked.

“Should I?”

Ibuki looked down at the makeup in the changing room, not really feeling she had any need to use it. A tinge of guilt flared up in her, knowing how she used the makeup as an excuse to get rid of Karin. Ibuki stared at the clock in the changing room and saw that she had to go to her interview. Ibuki walked out of the room, ducking underneath the door and forcing herself through the doorway. She made her way to the stage where her interview was taking place. The fans in the audience roared with approval and Ibuki flexed her muscles for them, which only made the fans that much happier. Ibuki turned her attention to the interviewer as the cameras turned on and the interview began.

“It’s wonderful to have you here, Ibuki!” the interviewer said.

“…Great to be here, too!” Ibuki forced out.

Ibuki’s last words were hard for her to say because she could not help focus on the interviewer in front of her. The interviewer was someone she had briefly seen once or twice before on TV, but she was supposed to be thin and dainty, not muscular. It had only been weeks, but the woman in front of her was much more toned than she ever was before and wearing a top which showed off her abdominals. She even had slight biceps. Ibuki couldn’t help but find herself intrigued and happy at what was happening, yet mildly concerned about it.

“Ibuki, you’ve become a worldwide sensation. Do you have any thoughts on the matter?” the interviewer asked.

Ibuki blushed, her body compressing with a shyness that contrasted with her humongous frame. The audience lapped up her attitude, many of the women and even some of the men attempting to imitate her pose. Even the interviewer was imitating Ibuki’s pose. Ibuki wasn’t completely sure how to feel about how much sway she had over everyone. Ibuki could tell from looking at the people around that every single one of them was waiting eagerly for her response, as if she was some goddess whose words were more than words, they were divine rules. After realizing the responsibility she had, Ibuki responded.

“It’s a great honor. I know I’m not v—very much like everyone else, but I am glad that everyone else can see how much beauty I have. I am also astounded but grateful that others have decided to imitate my appearance. To all women out there, I urge you to follow my example and make yourselves as buff as you can be, for buffness is beauty! And for all the guys out there…”

Ibuki got out of the chair she was in and flexed her huge biceps, which rose into mountainous peaks. She then flexed her abdominals which burst forward like bricks on springs. Next were her legs which pulsed yet were obviously were as hard as flesh colored cinderblocks. To top it all off, Ibuki placed her hands underneath her breasts and first jiggled them with their hands, then removed her hands and made them move with nothing more than pec flexes. The audience went wild and Ibuki couldn’t help but notice the way the interviewer’s nipples had gone hard enough to see through her shirt. After enjoying parading her body, Ibuki sat down on the chair once more. The interviewer wiped away some sweat from her forehead and then continued the interview.

“Can you tell us about your life?”

“When I was younger, I was left out a lot. People thought, I was, uh, weird and grotesque. But now, everyone loves me and I love it!”

“It’s simply a shame that people thought that. But you know, many just couldn’t accept just how pretty you truly are! To have someone like a goddess walk among us, it’s too much to bear for many. Now the world is finally much more accepting, even enlightened…”

The interviewer trailed off, her eyes dreamily looking at Ibuki. Ibuki decided to ask a question that was niggling in the back of her mind.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ibuki said.

The interviewer seemed shocked but honored, her mouth curved into a smile but her eyes widened just enough to show Ibuki’s words were a surpise.

“Of course.”

“Okay. Why do you, hell, why does anyone find me so attractive? Not that I mind…”

“Because you’re the epitome of prettiness!”

“No, but even weeks ago, people would have, no, did think I was ugly.”

The interviewer’s head hung in shame, as if she absolutely hated herself with the passion of a person trying to atone for a lifetime of crime.

“I can’t know for sure, but I think every one of us, deep down, wanted you in our lives. Want your beauty. We just didn’t know it or couldn’t accept it. It’s like someone discovering something that they never knew consciously, but was always there in the most hidden corners of their dreams.”

Ibuki nervously nodded but as she did so, her face looked down at herself. Seeing herself finally made her smile. Then she took a look at the crowd and saw how many of the women in the crowd were at least slightly in shape with some muscle tone, a marked change to how women were before. The women also seemed to watch Ibuki with looks of absolute adoration. The men were obviously smitten with Ibuki, some drooling and some smiling madly. Ibuki closed her eyes and thought of a friend of hers, Mika. She couldn’t help but feel that Mika would love to be in this position. Ibuki was glad to be in this position though she knew she wouldn’t have been weeks ago. Whereas everyone else seemed to struggle very little with cognitive dissonance, even willing to rewrite the narratives of their lives, Ibuki felt as if she could not do so. After a minute of contemplation over her life, Ibuki knew what she wanted to do. A huge grin came over her face and then she spoke words which would further change the world.

“I appreciate all you out there loving my beauty! But do any of you women out there want to be just as hot as me? Or do any men want women just as pretty as yours truly? Then do I have news for you! A friend of mine told me a way the world can be even more beautiful…”

***

After the interview, Ibuki couldn’t help but go backstage and jump up and down for joy. With each landing, the ground cracked. Once she stopped, she giddily flexed her muscles and thought on the implications of announcing Karin’s discovery. Then she flexed her arms one more time and sent a text to Karin.

“Let’s make your research public for all women.”

After doing that, Ibuki couldn’t help but laugh as she thought about how much she had changed. She felt like she was becoming more muscle-headed than Mika and more vain than Karin. Though a part of her felt she should feel strange about it after how she lived most of her life, she knew how she actually felt. And so Ibuki left the studio with the largest smile she had in her life to this point.