Champion (Magic, Race, WG, Muscle, AP)

[CelebrityChanger]

Magically induced racial transformation, complete with weight gain, muscle growth, and age progression.
A celebrity is used in this work of pure fiction.
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A minute remained on the scoreboard.

Jordan Alexander was quickly advancing up the field, but a flock of vigorously trained defenders lay ahead of her. Their sticks lowered, their bodies displayed a wall of insurmountablity.

Yet her head was clear and focused on a design repeatedly run through her coach's practice. Her eyes darted, her mouth was dry, the edges of her vision blurred through the intensity – at this adrenaline fueled moment Jordan only cared about specific placements on the field.

She'd been a whirl the past few minutes, dazzling fans as a player that stood out on her state championship finalist team. There was a brilliancy to her talent, distancing herself from her peers. And teams were undefeated. The two programs shone above the pack in her field hockey rich state. And while her ability lead her past these others – her determination was going to make damn sure she went home a winner.

Now there was less than a minute remaining, and her stick's control of the ball remained masterful. Her legs were aching, her breath still rapid, but she nonetheless was in her best element. A teammate of hers had just made a movement to separate on one of the defenders. Jordan, hunched over in her run, flicked both wrists and shot the ball toward her teammate.

She received it, controlled it, continuing a running effort to locate a clearance from the blockade ahead of her.

The defense clamped down. The teammate rocketed the ball backwards toward another teammate, setting up another plan.

Jordan sprang sideways. The ball had made it back safely and the forwards had reset themselves, but Jordan's movements were both technically superior and quicker. The girl who received the ball saw Jordan's break and sent the ball whizzing forward in the direction she anticipated Jordan to get to. Just as practiced.

Jordan's break was clear, not offsides - the separation was perfect. The ball arrived where the midfielder wanted it to be, and Jordan's arms did the rest. A mighty swing of her stick sent the ball on a rope right at the goal. A loud thwack gave proof to the point Jordan had just scored.

The point lifted them above their opponent, 2 to 1. And after hardening their defense, Jordan's team held on for the remaining 40 plus seconds. Exhaustion turned to elation, and Jordan celebrated with her teammates a well-deserved state championship.
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(A little over a year later)

Jordan awoke in her dorm room, dreamed memories of her championship beginning to fade.

She got up from her bed a tad groggy, slowly heading toward the bathroom for a quick morning shower before class. In there she set the water on warm, then softly removed her night shirt and panties. Her nude form stepped into the shower. Jordan shut her eyes, allowing the water to saturate her short, blonde hair. She only really kept it around shoulder length, and most of the time it was in a tight pony tail.

Thoughts of her dream flowed back into her head. Though only a little while ago, the dominance of her senior year of high school seemed all too far away. She was more than just a championship game star. Throughout her high school career she logged some 60 goals and 34 assists. She was named to numerous “All” teams, notably All-City, All-Region, and All-State. No slouch in the school room either, she was named to a national academic team. Jordan Alexander was an all-star.

Shampoo cleansed her hair while she reflected on the “was” part. Her lathered loofah moved gently over her modest breasts, and she recalled how her redshirt freshman year was nothing like high school. She was very highly recruited, and luckily the program she chose had a national powerhouse reputation in Division 1. Or at least was once considered a powerhouse, it had fallen off a bit in the past decade. Though in its history it won over 5 national championships, and still routinely made the NCAAs. It was also luckily right near her high school, only about a 20-minute drive over to the neighboring city.

But unlike high school she was no longer a big fish in a small pond.

She wasn't even a big fish in a big pond.

Right now Jordan was a small fish in a large pond. And “small” was more literal than she would have liked.

Jordan was tiny compared to the rest of her team. The university's field hockey squad's two tallest women were 5'11,” they were sisters from the other side of the state who played Midfield/Back and Keeper, respectively. They were the Robinson sisters, good friends of hers but each at least a year ahead of her. The team average for height was 5'6”, and unfortunately Jordan was one of the reasons it was even that low.

At 5'1” she was the shortest on the team. She barely eclipsed 100 pounds, and even though her arms and legs were solidly built to handle the rigors of college athletics – she still looked noticeably smaller than her friends.
Her small fishness was still here on a full ride, though. And she knew she was going to be seeing some playing time this year after her redshirt had ended. But her competitive nature was quite fierce, she was not only unaccustomed to being a reserve, she was unaccustomed to never playing.

A little sore from yesterday's practice, Jordan took care to somewhat gingerly move the loofah over her thighs and quads. On this late August day she'd take it a little easy, tomorrow was the first game of the season after all; but today also happened to be the first day of classes.

A few more minutes of careful showering passed, then the slightly built yet beautiful blonde finished. She shut off the water and reached her arm out of the gap between the shower wall and the curtain, reaching for her towel. Grabbing it, Jordan stepped out and began to dry.
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Dressed in a snug, white short sleeve tee she made her way from her first class; a 200-level reading course that fell under her English major. Not participating in a college “money” sport made the prospect of playing after her college career largely fruitless. She could go into coaching however and she chose English as a way to break into teaching. She'd probably go back to her high school, or one in the district, to teach and coach young women.

Walking out of the building, Jordan began heading toward the school's bookstore.

The bookstore, large and bright, assuredly had the supplies she'd need for this semester. The glass doors opened at her presence, and Jordan stepped inside getting ready to browse for the last remaining books she needed. Up front there was a new releases section with plenty of current events titles.

Massive selections of university shirts, sweats, and bags adorned the bottom level. Jordan moved past the clothing and headed toward the escalator. The pertinent school book selection at the bookstore was on the second level. There she went through the sciences section, picking out a required text on biology for her minor. Then she moved to the English section, and after a minute or so of focused searching she found her reading text.

It was on the edge of a shelf in the corner at the end of the bookstore. It seemed darker over here. She placed her hand on the top of the book, and pulled. It didn’t budge.

Jordan then put her other hand on it too, and yanked. It hesitated but jolted out at her increased pressure. It had been wedged tightly between other books, and it rocked the whole shelf at its release. A “thud” marked the sound of another book hitting the hard floor. That one had fallen behind the shelf. Reaching around behind the shelf she wanted to see what had fallen. It felt dusty, but it definitely had a book's shape.

It was darker and smaller than her class's reading text. She couldn’t make out the wording on the cover so she opened the inside. That wasn't much help as the words, at least some of them, were only slightly more able to be read. One of them looked like the word “heart’s.” Did she also see “desire”? She couldn’t be sure, but she looked the book back over, there was no bar code sticker. She slipped the book into her bag. The bad had her team number and logo stitched on it, and Jordan always had with her.

Then Jordan paid for her reading and biology books, and walked out of the bookstore toward her next class.
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Two more classes came and went that day, followed by a team meeting afterwards.

Jordan left the meeting dejected. Coach had told her all summer that she’d be featured more. She was told that now that her redshirt freshman season ended she’d be able to see action. Maybe even start. But she wasn’t starting tomorrow against State college.

She arrived at her dorm, shutting the door in frustration. The sound made her frown, she didn’t realize till then just how upset her emotions really were.

After tossing her bag on the bed, the dark book skirted out and slid near her pillow. She furrowed her brow, then walked over to the bed and picked the book back up. Sitting down she started thumbing through the pages. Around ten pages in Jordan found something she could begin to make out. This appeared to be a chapter on self-improvement.

“I guess whatever it's called is a self-help book,” she muttered.

Placing her index finger on the page she skimmed until she found a paragraph that looked interesting.
It began “Improvement of self can be as easy as imagination. Life is always influenced by the human mind, its thoughts rippling the great ocean of reality.”

She thought this sounded like that quack “The Secret,” though this work was seemingly much older.

“What you want, visualize it. Repeat “Ego animadverto is, cogito ergo sum.””

She somewhat recognized that as Latin, remembering ergo. She quickly opened Safari on her phone and typed in that phrase. While it was Latin she recognized it as sounding something similar to I think, therefor I am. Something about seeing it first.

She rolled her eyes but muttered the phrase once to try it out.

She turned on her chair, away from the bed and over to her desk (small dorm). She then opened her laptop, and the tabs from the previous evening flashing. She eyed one tab she had clicked as it was noting a story on Serena Williams and the latest on her pregnancy.

Not exactly a tennis fan, Jordan nonetheless had the entire world’s worth of respect for Serena. She won a major while pregnant! She admired her over twenty titles, and she just knew she had more in the tank and would come back to win more.

That’s exactly the type of champion Jordan wished she was. Dominant as a prodigy all the way up to 35. Statuesque, she physically was better than her opponents and her tenacity just dug her opponents in over and over again.

She thought back to earlier today, how she was left off the starting roster. Frustration filled her mind again. I can be that good for this team! She knew she was talented, she knew she was a winner. She wanted to help her team win a national championship. While her imagination was firing away at that, Jordan quickly brought up and looked through a bit of Serena’s best years. She eyed Serena's 2012’s Wimbledon and US Open titles. There was an Olympic gold she won that year too. What a stretch of dominance. Jordan even read the story from CNN out of Cincinnati where Serena had won a match as her crazy hair kept distracting her. Jordan's hand reflexively went through her short, straight blonde hair just imagining playing that well with such a mane in her face.

Jordan's swell of imagination overtook her, seeing Serena’s success in 2012 and thinking how much she wanted something like that.

“Ego animadverto is, cogito ergo sum.”

She imagined holding up trophies the way Serena did that year at the Olympics, Wimbledon, at the US Open.

“Ego animadverto is, cogito ergo sum.”

Jordan even began muttering the phrase to herself now.

Then she remembered dinner. She picked up her little travel back once again, remembering that the nearby quad cafeteria had only about an hour’s left of food before they closed for the night.

Jordan quickly left her dorm, heading toward the cafeteria.

[deadite103]

Great start I cant wait to see what happens next

[Junketh71]

This is a very exciting story so far; good luck with it!

[CelebrityChanger]

Jordan’s night continues...

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“Hey Larissa,” Jordan casually said upon finding one of the Robinson sisters at a cafeteria table. “How’s your evening going?”

Jordan had just arrived and was planning to quickly get in line for food. She thought she was lucky there was a seat available next to her friend from the team. She checked the time on her phone, still had about 30 minutes to get food, eat, and chat.

“Pretty well. I’m gonna eat kind of light today,” Jordan noticed Larissa's plate only had a select few items, “and turn in early. I don’t have many classes tomorrow, luckily I got everything I need for the semester.”

Jordan quickly remembered she also just finished up on getting semester supplies, and luckily, she also had a light class load tomorrow. In truth the big part about tomorrow’s schedule for both of them was the first game of the season.

The prospect of that game had Jordan spending the entire short trip from her dorm to the cafeteria either mumbling that silly Latin line or thinking it over in her head. She kept picturing 2012 highlights of Serena Williams and wishing she was as dominant a player on the field hockey team as Serena was on the WTA.

“I hear ya. Same here on supplies but I’m feeling a bit hungry. I'm gonna pig out. I’ll probably even get a burger.”

Jordan did stray from “her diet” from time to time. Team trainers wanted their players to eat as healthy as possible. Friend things, sodas -all were heavily frowned upon. And she mostly kept to a diet of plentiful greens and fruits, which some protein supplements to maintain her relative stockiness. It all paired well with her vigorous training.

She'd still break off and go ham on a burger, or drink a Pepsi. Her school was a Pepsi school so that was always tempting. And when a morning was just too drowsy – she'd enjoy an energy drink. Tonight with her frustration on tomorrow's projected starting lineup, and it not including her, was all the push she needed to treat today like a cheat day.

Jordan left the table. It was stationed in a carpeted eating area away from the food, so she had to walk some little ways over toward the serving lines. The late hour didn't prohibit an incredibly jammed cafeteria, regular students and student-athletes from all over filled the various lines. Jordan could easily get lost in this crowd, especially when so many additional beautiful -and taller- young women flocked through the cafeteria.

There had been a glance from an admiring male in Jordan's direction. He noticed her pale yet strong legs. He noticed just how small the woman was when hurrying through the crowd. Her black athletic shorts ran high on her toned legs, showing skin near to the top of her quads and thighs. His name was Harrison, and he thought her legs looked like they ran around a lot. Her butt looked quite toned – but the black Nike shorts didn’t pull completely skin tight. The bottom edges flapped a bit below her rear.

Her white shirt was also Nike, and it had her university’s emblems on it. Her blonde hair was pony tailed, not all that long, and gently wobbled above the back of her shirt’s collar. The sleeves of her shirt also stopped juuuuust short of pulling tightly across her arm muscles.

Harrison still liked what he saw, way over at his seat next to his friends. It was far enough away from Larissa that they weren't aware of each other. Harrison's eyes soon turned to another woman, in the field of so many students in the cafeteria. Jordan's small frame ultimately was drowned out in the crowd.

Jordan darted in and around the mass, quickly identifying the line for burgers. That line was about 4 people deep, and she grabbed a plate with her left hand while beginning to look through her phone with her right. She brought the phone above her chest to more clearly view the screen, her right thumb moving through some of her social media profiles and checking for any messages. She slowly noticed something odd.

Her right thumbnail looked different. It was longer. She brought her thumb closer, yes the nail definitely looked longer. Also it appeared somewhat professionally rounded. Usually Jordan tried to keep her nails decent looking, but she didn’t have money to make them exceptional. So she kept them very short and clean. But this thumbnail, and the fingernails she now was looking at on her right hand, were assuredly longer – thicker – and seemingly shined brilliantly on her hands. These were really good-looking nails.

Not entirely sure what to make of this, she looked side to side to see if anyone was looking at her funny. Nothing. She quickly dropped her hands trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

She noticed that her nails inadvertently dragged on both her shirt and shorts on their way down. They were just so long. The ambient heat from this section of the cafeteria suddenly flushed her. Some heat seemed trapped beneath her shirt, and she brought her right hand up to pull at her collar. A nail dragged along her shirt in that quick motion, but she was able to grab the collar nonetheless. She faintly registered the slight swell at the top of her chest after her hand had reached her collar. It registered enough for her to then look down.

Jordan's small frame was only reinforced, much to her chagrin, by how small her breasts were on it. She wasn’t flat chested – but she wasn’t large. Barely average for a woman of her height. But she could immediately tell a difference in them now. Her humble B cup bra felt a bit snug. And in looking down – she could tell her breasts were more prominent. She brought the back of both hands toward her chest (long nails clicking a bit on her plate). Her small breasts were decidedly larger against the back of her hands. She was slightly pressing into them when a sudden swell from both her breasts pushed her hands back. The shock caused her to drop her plate.

The plate’s clattering brought stares.

Jordan bent down to pick it up, fully noticing an increased pull from her suddenly weighty breasts, and grabbed the plate. A nervous smile crept over her face, noticing some of the stares wane and turn away. But at least one of the stares had ended up on her chest – and it lingered longer than she would have wanted.

Her right arm now tried to angle over them, a vain hiding attempt.

She noticed her faint reflection in one of the sneeze guards her line was moving past, and she could see more “there” than she had left her dorm with. She looked down again…they were impossibly still growing. Her bra pulled against her even more. Her shirt was previously tight, but the fabric was stretching even more so now across the increasing volume of her chest.

A tingly warmth flashed over her scalp.

Jordan quickly stepped out of line, placing the plate back down on an exposed ledge of a counter. She frowned a bit in noticing how her white nails sparkled from her hands, long and prominent. She then hesitantly reached up to her restrained hair, and it seemed to be…moving?

Jordan then yanked her hand back down, shocked at the sensation her hair had registered. Beginning at the edge of her hairline, at her very follicles, she felt surprising stiffness from her strands of hair. Her hair was bristly, and increasingly coarse as her fingers went through it.

Jordan quickly went back toward a reflective surface, and in looking closely at another sneeze guard she noticed her hair didn’t seem to show up as much.

Her was darker, the usual light blonde reflection was on the end of her pony tail. And what was worse, her reflection showed considerably more volume of hair in front of her pony tail than was there a minute ago. There was a distinct look of dark wildness in front of her scrunchy, where before her blonde hair was straight and pulled tight to her head. This mass of dark brown hair, which seemed to be further darkening, was bunching in front of it.

Her scrunchy was trying to tame a mane considerably thicker and messier than seconds ago. It kept getting thicker and messier. Kinkier. She eeped when realizing the changes were now creeping through her scrunchy - and out the other side.

She also realized her scrunchy was hanging further down. Her hair was not only thickening, it was lengthening.

She quickly darted her eyes left and right to see if she was being gawked at, and in not immediately seeing anyone she swiftly removed her scrunchy with her longer nailed hand. Her breasts gave a small heave, swelling outwards a little more. Her now far from the modest little breasts squeezed in and around the small undergarment.

Not that Jordan would use the word, but she officially had tits now. Her chest felt painfully constricted, like her B cup bra was straining to support C cup tits.

Which it was.

Her small tee shirt didn’t have any buttons to strain, but looking down again over the mountains on her chest she could tell it was pulling much too tightly over her breasts. The shirt began to slightly creep up her midsection, the deepening pressure outwards was pulling her shirt upwards. She reached both arms up to hide her dilemma, long nails catching a bit of shirt in the process. But her breasts ruined her plan by seemingly exploding into the sides of her arms. She pitched forward, accommodating this dramatic change in balance.

This invited her extremely dark, almost black hair to fall all over her face. It was extremely thick, with tight curls – it was unruly. The mass was hanging farther down than her hair should have, and she had a whale of a time getting it back out of her face. Her brand-new D cup tits bounced in the process.

With effort Jordan stood back up, gazing in wonder at how far she was able to pull some dark strands away from the mass and out from her head – the remainder somehow falling below the rise of her substantial breasts. Her hair had only slightly brushed her shoulders just minutes before. Yet she can feel the extensive pull on her scalp this hair had, feel the warmth it trapped around her head, feel it tickle far down her back and over the sides of her shoulders.

This moved Jordan into action. The small white woman, with D cup tits smashed in a B cup bra, with wild coiled black hair, began to quickly walk to the table with the rest of her belongings. Her boobs bounced visibly, and these kinky tresses fought to block her vision as they flowed over her upper body.

Larissa wasn’t at the table. She had gotten up, maybe to get a drink, and her plate was still there. Jordan would have to text her something about why she bolted. Arriving at the table she quickly bent over to pick up her bag - and misjudged her balance. She went over further than expected and her left breast thudded right into the edge of the table. She winced when grabbing the bag. Luckily her abundant hair shrouded the goings on.

In turning away from the table and throwing her phone into the bag Jordan felt a sudden tightness in her panties and shorts. As if she got a taut wedgie. She turned to look backward…through the black mass of tense curly hair she had to push out of the way again…. bouncing her breasts one more time…. down at her hips and rear…. only to notice her loose black athletic shorts were now snugly pulled over her thighs and butt.

The black shorts, slack on her 34-inch hips, were being aggressively stuffed by hips that were still spreading as she watched. Her pelvis strained left and right. The band of her shorts began to be overwhelmed, a protruding muffin top developed along her sides and rear. Not to be outdone, her trim ass cheeks ascended outward.

She clasped her butt and gasped, there was a lot more ‘behind' to her behind. She didn’t know it, but a 38-inch ass was now pushing into her shorts. It was swelling still larger as she quickly walked toward the exit of the cafeteria.
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Harrison had just finished taking a bite when a brand-new woman quickly went by him.
She was wearing what looked to be the field hockey team’s casual gear, but it was distinctly ill fitting on this short girl. He could almost sense familiarity with this woman but her secondary features absolutely demanded the attention of his wide eyes.

Her voluminous black hair shouted a power and beauty that outshone that of Shawna, the cute black women he had a crush on in one of his classes. She has a natural hair style that dominated her, reeking of sexiness. Yet that stopped at her shoulders, while this new woman in the cafeteria had it flowing all the way down past her…

Wow.

She was small, but her breasts were absolutely huge. They stuck out disproportionate to her frame, even pushing her hair out.

He naturally followed her form downwards as she sexily walked past, and nearly choked at the sight of her massive hips and butt swiveling away toward the exit.

She had the small workings of a tan to her, and all he knew is that that tonight he’d have this image of this thick light skinned goddess to have ‘private thoughts’ with.
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Jordan’s rapid pace roiled her breasts, she could feel them jostle high above her constrictive cups. They were somewhat concealed by the sheer size of her kinky, black hair. But she was also now aware of how much her hips were swinging compared to before, and as their sides brushed her arms she could also feel an embarrassing wobble to her butt cheeks that she never had before.

Inside the corridor of the larger building containing the cafeteria, Jordan passed a doorway that was next to a small radio station for the university. The station had a mirrored look through window, and it provided a fantastic reflection. Her body’s small frame, what she knew her whole life, was dominated by this wild hair that she’d only see before on one of the black cheerleaders from back at high school. It’s immense size nearly covering the huge breasts making her tiny shirt and bra fight a quickly losing battle to contain them. She saw her navel poking free with the shirt’s exposure giving up her lower sections…where her eyes met to meet a truly prodigious 39-inch ass that was seconds away from shredding her shorts and panties. It was colossal on her 5’1” frame.

Jordan’s vision blurred a bit, and she winced when a wave of sensation enveloped her face. She wobbled over more closely to the glass, opening her eyes. She saw her face beginning to shift. Her cheeks slightly burned, and they grew slightly. Her cheekbones were actually prominent. Brushing her thick hair away, yet again, she brought her long-nailed hands up to feel her cheeks. Then her green eyes widened as she saw her bottom lip begin to ripple. Her lips were unremarkable – barely showing up even when she smiled. But she stared as now her bottom lip bulged, slowly stretching out from her mouth like a sensually blooming flower. Her upper lip immediately followed. They both continued to thicken, their edges beginning an ever so slight bend, both upward and downward, away from her mouth. Her lips finished their swelling into the juicy plumpness found only on the most…exotic…. mouths of her classmates.

Her finger traced them, their evident ridges, and she noted a slight sensitivity to them. Then her eyes turned to her thin, compact nose. It had really appeared small surrounded by such noticeable cheekbones and tremendous lips. But it undulated too, losing a bit of its sharpness. Her nose rounded more on its edge…then pulled a bit flatter. It pulled flatter again, and then widened. Her nostrils gained prominence, flaring with each inhale as her nose gradually widened on her face. It compressed downwards so softly. Her green eyes suddenly darkened. The irises rapidly took on a deep brown hue as she watched, then they darkened even further. Her pupils lost distinction in her eyes. In the span of roughly 20 seconds she witnessed her facial transformation, and it continued to oval out in general shape. Her pronounced lips began to pull on their sides. They pulled a bit flatter as her mouth widened, just a touch.

A minor, but dark mole manifested on the lower left side of her face. It was just off and down from her newly fleshy lips.

Jordan’s eyelashes thickened, and reached further from her face.

Another small mole, dark, appear a bit above the first. She then watched her eyebrows darken from her light blonde to black…then she noticed something even freakier.

She was darker.

Her skin literally looked much tanner, and she quickly looked down at her arms and hands to only notice her long, white nails looked even whiter –because her skin looked so much browner.

She had a second to fully comprehend just how much like a black woman she looked before a seizing in her abdomen shocked her.

Jordan’s hands flew to her belly, and her belly awkwardly distended inches ahead of where she expected it to be.

But it wasn’t soft. Her belly protruded but with a hardened muscle that overtook the trim belly she had minutes ago. She could feel distinct abdominal muscles…then she bent backwards as a cramp seized her back. She felt a lurch as if her spine elongated two inches suddenly. Which it had. The now 5’3” woman began an uncoordinated jog away from the mirror, her 40-inch ass bobbing uncontrollably. Her legs thickened, muscle and fat growing around her stocky upper legs, and her thighs insistently rubbed together.

The dark, curvy woman with wild hair shoved out of the doors of that building, now running toward her dorm a few hundred feet away. A cramp stopped her in both legs, as if they lengthened while they gained mass.

They did. Her brown legs looked much thicker, much more muscle bound, blending in to the chocolate thighs above. Those thighs continued to bulk up, traveling further up and under the shorts that were now tearing at the 41-inch booty they contained.

Jordan’s darkened calves swelled with muscle and her lower legs lengthened in tune with her upper legs. The now 5’5” woman progressed forward in more of a trudge, pain making it difficult to run. Her upper body seized yet again - and she felt her white shirt shrink against her like a CD wrapper. Her muscled navel was fully exposed, her torso increasing its length by another two inches…and her already toned arms condensed with new muscle. Her coffee colored forearms enlarged, her biceps and triceps grew – all while Jordan’s shoulders and back burst with thick muscle. She heard a loud rip series of rips, the shirt she wore tore down from her denser neck to her growing shoulder blades. Her huge, D cup tits pressed obscenely against her shirt, deeply tanned with prominent, near black nipples poking through as her spent bra began to dangle just by her straps– having given up the battle against the much larger upper body it tried to hold on to.

Jordan threw open the door to her dorm, passing a stranger on the way.

………..

Stacey Adams had been heading out of the dorm hallway toward the entry door, aiming to make one quick stop in and out of the cafeteria. But before she could get to the door large, statuesque black woman burst in.

She looked oddly familiar, with untamed kinky hair, a profusely rounded frame that somehow also was muscle bound.

What was really odd was her clothing.

Stacey noted that this strange, yet beautiful black woman was somehow wearing clothes that were much too small for her frame.

Stacey guessed this woman was at least 5’8”, and seemed to be packing 170 pounds of well-designed fat and muscle, while it all was erupting through black shorts and a white tee shirt.

She almost thought she wasn’t wearing a bra, as she noticed her blatant and very dark nipples through the shirt, the thin white shirt set against dusky skin that almost seeped through the material. But she then noticed a tattered bra hanging somehow on her broad, womanly shoulders. Its design seemingly tiny, and not appropriate for a woman as busty as she was. It’s as if this hurrying black woman she-hulked and tore all her clothes.

How accurate the allegory.

Stacey got one look at that bouncing 44-inch ass too, tremendously impressive alongside such thickly built hamstrings, thighs, and quadriceps. How this woman even got those tattered shorts and…. oh my god…her panties were minuscule, ripped, and being devoured by her massive cheeks.

Stacey just gawked.
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Jordan was blushing by the time she bounded past this tiny, 5’5” woman. Or at least she felt the heat of her blush – her skin was now far too chocolate to notice a blush.

She rapidly pressed the dorm’s elevator button. The thick, yet long white nails clicked along the button.
The doors began to open, and she burst through only turning sideways, barely, to squeeze through.
She felt her ass aggressively press past one door, and one of her tits smash past the other door.
They jiggled a bit more as she settled in to the elevator, her hand and arm quickly pressing the second-floor button.
……………

If anyone had been watching the monitor from the discreet camera in the elevator, they’d have observed an astoundingly built, wild haired black woman. She was apparently freaking out, trying hard to keep near child sized clothes on her voluptuous, brick-house of a body.

The door opened, and this woman ran out unstably, seemingly not used to her body at all.
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Stacey ran to her dorm door, tits bouncing and hips/ass rolling. She threw it open with surprising strength, then ran toward her bathroom sink. Now without care to modesty all her clothes, the shattered bra, the piecemeal shirt, the tattered shorts and ripped panties…fell off her.

When she got to the mirror Jordan looked down one last time, hands feeling her voluptuous, black skinned body – before jolting her head up to see a nude figure only one other person in the world had seen in that state.

30-year-old Serena Williams from 2012.