Virus
By GBM
Science, female resentment, and muscle growth for the young and not so young


CHAPTER 1

"Are you about done for the day?" asked Dr. Williams.

"Yes, I suppose so, but I've had some strange readings on the gene spicing
related to the tissue building. The computer model showed a clean separation
for splicing to a red blood cell, but when I tried in a test, the gene
appeared to blend with some type of virus," replied Dr. Daniels.

As part of a secret government division researching regeneration gene therapy,
Dr. Fred Williams and Dr. Mike Daniels work at in an isolated laboratory. Due
to their work with viruses, the laboratory is sealed and they must change
clothing and shower before leaving. What neither of them knew however, was
that the virus that Dr. Daniels had created immediately mutated and was now
residing in both of their nasal passages.

"Well, just set up a computer model and let it crunch through some tests
tonight, I need to get home," stated Dr. Williams.

"The model is already set, give me another 5 minutes."

"Alright, I'll let Gina know we're about ready to leave."

Gina was the laboratory secretary who also worked the front desk. All of the
scientists had to check in with Gina when they entered and when they left.
Gina enjoyed her job and took it very seriously. A beautiful blonde, many of
the staff compared her to Kristy Swanson, and at 5' 8" and fit, she resembled
her physically as well. As the intercom call came in, Gina answered.

"Yes, Dr. Williams, I will prepare the exit papers for you and Dr. Daniels.
I’ll see you in 15 minutes."

Gina had a crush on Dr. Daniels, but the scientist was always wrapped up in
his work and seemed not to pay attention to her. The truth was, Dr. Daniels
liked her very much, but was afraid to ask her out, thinking that a woman so
beautiful would never go out with him.

As the doctors came up to the front desk and Gina, they were carrying the
mutated virus. Both stopped and signed the exit papers Gina had provided.

"How was your day Doctors" Gina asked innocently, trying to get Dr. Daniels
attention. Always willing to talk to Gina, Dr. Daniels leaned in and began to
discuss important subjects like the weather and traffic. While the two
chatted, Dr. Williams spoke up.

"Hey you two, mind if I get home to my family?" asked Dr. Williams.

"Oh, sure. Have a good evening Doctor" Gina said absentmindedly and buzzed him
out.

Dr. Williams chuckled to himself, knowing how both Gina and Mike both felt
about each other. "Maybe tonight they can finally go out." he thought. With
that, Dr. Williams got into his car and headed home.

Finally getting up the nerve, Gina decided to ask out Dr. Daniels for a cup of
coffee. To her surprise, after a bit of stumbling, Dr. Daniels accepted.

"Well, since we are the last two out from the day shift, why don't we head to
the corner shop." suggested Gina.

"That sounds fine." responded Dr. Daniels, barely containing his excitement.
The corner shop was actually the government run cafeteria, and was called the
"last stop" by the government workers. As it turned out they had the place to
themselves and when they were done eating, they left, both heading for home. A
successful "first date". What they didn't know was that the virus had mutated
and become airborne when Dr. Daniels talked to Gina. The virus had been
breathed in by Gina, and was now working into her bloodstream.

Dr. Williams headed straight home and pulling into his garage, hoping his wife
Sally had saved him some dinner. He was once again late, but this a normal
occurrence. Although Sally understood, his two daughters, Amber and Erin
wished they could see more of their Dad. Dr Williams thought of how lucky he
was. His wife Sally was the love of his life. Having met at Georgetown during
his Doctoral phase and her Bachelor of Arts phase, he never quite understood
why a woman as beautiful as Sally would want to go out with a boring would be
scientist. Her flowing amber hair, her deep blue eyes and her curvaceous
figure turned heads at the university and anywhere else she went. Sixteen
years later had done little to diminish her beauty and he was happy that her
looks were passed on to their two daughters instead of his plain features.
Their daughters also seemed to inherit her athletic body structure. Amber had
recently turned 14 and was a freshman cheerleader in East High School. Erin
was eight and had a small group of girl friends that she played with at the
local playground. Opening the front door, Erin was the first one to meet him
at the door.

"Daddy!" squealed Erin, running up to Dr. Williams. He picked her up and gave
her a kiss, quickly sending a large dose of the virus into her body.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" Fred asked his bright-eyed daughter, carrying
her into the kitchen.

"Well, Kim and Jessie and Tara and I were playing at the playground after
school and this group of older boys came in and bothered us. When we were on
the spinner they pushed it so hard that we flew off. Then when we were in the
jungle gym, they wouldn't let us leave. They were all a bunch of jerks."

"Did they hurt you?" asked Fred, somewhat concerned.

"No, but they could have. They were jerks!" spat Erin, obviously upset.

"Well, if they bother you again, you let your mom know and she'll give those
boys a good talking to."

Just then Sally walked in. "Ha-ha mister smart guy, I think your daughter
would rather have you come home early and take care of these boys."

"YEAH" screamed Erin.

"You guys know that's not easy, Erin will just have to beat up those boys
herself." suggested Fred.

"Maybe I will," said a determined Erin. Fred put Erin down and she ran into
the living room to watch TV.

"Hi honey" Sally said as she met Fred, giving him a hug and another
virus-transferring kiss. "How was your day?"

"Long and unproductive, although Mike seemed to have come across something
unusual, we should know by tomorrow. Oh, and I think he and Gina may have gone
out."

"Finally," sighed Sally. "Well, although you're late again, I did save you
some dinner."

"You are an angel" smiled Fred.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll turn on the microwave while you talk to Amber"

"Alrighty then" laughed Fred, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator and
sitting down at the table where Amber was doing her homework. "Hi sweetheart,
how was your day."

"Ok I guess. The football players gave us a hard time during practice. I'm
glad I'll be playing basketball in the winter. Any way, I've got some math
questions for you."

"Well, although I can't help you with the football players, math is my
specialty. Let's get busy"

"Oh dad" sighed Amber in a typical teenage fashion. Fred looked at her and
smiled, she was blossoming into a young woman and looked just like her mother.
He thought about the hearts she would break and dreaded the time when she
would start dating.

Finishing up with Amber and his dinner, he leaned over and gave her a kiss on
the cheek. Although the virus attack wasn't as direct this way, they had
talked long enough to ensure a full dose entered her system.

Putting Erin to bed and saying a final goodnight to Amber, Fred headed to his
bedroom where Sally was already in bed watching TV.

Climbing in next to his wife, Fred looked over to Sally. "So what excitement
happened in the world of my favorite travelling accountant?"

Sally smiled at him. She worked as a bookkeeper for a number of small
businesses, allowing her to work with different people and still stay at home.
"I worked with Tony again, and he was his typical charming self."

Fred knew what she was talking about. Tony was the owner of a local gym and
was your prototype male chauvinist, often belittling Sally, while undressing
her with his eyes. "Why do still work for that guy, I thought you said you
were done with him last month."

"Well, he's not always bad, and he's been a loyal client." Sally thought out
load, "But you're right, he's just not worth the trouble, and his comments
make me want to punch him in the face."

"Good, now lets snuggle."

Sally leaned over and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. Another typical
day ended in the William’s house, with no hint at what would come.

As Gina got home, she went through her mail, looking at all of her bills. "Too
bad my job doesn't pay that well. With all these bills, I may need to take out
a consolidation loan. Too bad banks make it such a pain in the butt to get a
loan. Oh well, at least Mike and I had a nice time, even if it was at Last
Chance."

With the day over, Gina headed for bed not knowing what was to come.

CHAPTER 2

The next day, Fred got up to get ready for work and noticed that he was up
alone. Usually Amber was getting ready for school before he left. Not thinking
anything was unusual, he left for work. He didn't realize that all three of
the women in his life were sick in bed with chills and a fever as the virus
played out a dance within their bodies.

Gina was hit hard also, and barely had the strength to call in sick.

Dr. Williams and Daniels reached the entry desk at the same time and noticed
that Ted was working Gina's desk.

"Where's Gina?" Both asked Ted at the same time.

"She called in sick, some type of virus," stated no nonsense Ted.

"That's odd, she seemed OK last night." said Dr. Daniels. Both looked at each
other with concern. An unexplained virus in their field was something to be
worried about.

"How was your family this morning?" asked Dr. Daniels.

"Nobody was up this morning, which I thought was odd," replied a now
definitely concerned Dr. Williams. "I'll give them a call at the lab. Then you
should check out your computer results."

With a sense of purpose, Dr. Daniels went straight to the computer to check
his results. After Dr. Williams finished on the phone he headed over to look
at the results.

"Sally and the girls are all sick" stated Dr. Williams looking over Dr.
Daniels shoulder. "Anything from the model?"

"From what I can tell, the muscle building gene moved from the red blood cell
to something else, perhaps a virus. If we did contract the virus though, why
are we not sick? Perhaps it is just a coincidence."

"Perhaps, but I'll call back home and call Gina and tell them not to leave
home. I'll also notify headquarters. We are both quarantined until we know
something one way or another."

After making the calls, both men went to work, and as usual for both of them,
they lost track of time, working through lunch and into the afternoon. With
full confidence in the "biofilter" screening set up in the lab, headquarters
did not want to panic anyone and had confidence that the two scientists would
find a logical explanation for the sicknesses.

Back in bed for each female, the virus was working through the bloodstream and
into the gland system, the nervous system and some brain functions. While each
of them was in bed feeling weak, their ability to create muscle mass and
density was increasing at an exponential level. A side effect was related to
some of the higher brain functions. Each person seemed to have thoughts about
recent strong feelings. As the virus passed through each system and finished
altering everyone, they all recovered and felt better. It was mid-afternoon
and the Williams family all met in the kitchen at the same time.

"Wow, I wonder what that was," asked Amber.

"I don't know, but I'm glad we're all feeling better. I still feel a little
groggy though." said Sally. "Is everyone hungry?"

"Yeah!" Amber and Erin said as one. Fixing sandwiches, all three were lost in
thought (even Erin!) and said nothing while eating. After they were done,
Sally had forgotten about calling Fred and when Amber asked to go to school to
get her homework and Erin asked to go to the park, she said fine, all the
while thinking about Tony. Without another thought she grabbed her keys and
headed for Tony's gym.

Gina, meanwhile, had also recovered and was quietly munching on an apple. She
had also forgotten about calling Dr. Williams and seemed to only be able to
think about getting money. Mindlessly walking out the front door, Gina headed
in the direction of a local branch of her bank.

Back at the lab, Dr. Williams realized the time and decided to give Gina and
his wife a call. When neither answered, he became concerned. Calling Ted, he
confirmed that he had called both Sally and Gina at noon. Both answered and
both were still in bed. Sally had confirmed that both Amber and Erin were both
in bed and their condition had not changed. Everyone was weak, but otherwise
fine. Still not convinced there wasn't a problem he called headquarters
telling them to send someone to check up on them. Looking back over to Dr.
Daniels he didn't get any indication that Mike had made a breakthrough. Dr.
Daniels had started running tests on both of them, in case they were some type
of carrier. With more people becoming involved, both men knew that some type
of answer, any type of answer, was soon going be demanded. He also began to
feel that not bringing in his family was the biggest mistake of his life.

CHAPTER 3

Erin headed to the playground and saw that her friends were already there,
with the boys from yesterday nowhere in sight. It was a warm September day and
she was wearing a white tank top, blue shorts and white tennis shoes. Her
straight blonde hair hung down below her solders. With the thought of the boys
on her mind, however, Erin was not her typical bubbly self.

Kim was the first to see Erin. "Hi Erin, why weren't you at school today?"

"I was sick. Have those boys from yesterday been around?" asked a very even
toned Erin.

"No, and if they do I'm leaving," said Tara.

"If they show up, I'm going to beat them up," said Erin in an angry voice.

"Beat them up? Those boys are 12 years old. Each one could kick your butt,"
stated Jesse.

"I don’t care, I’m still going to beat them up," grunted Erin menacingly.

The girls decided to play on the spinner. Just as they were getting off to
head to the jungle gym the boys showed up.

The leader was the largest one and the first to approach the girls. There were
five boys in all. Little did they know that they were about to light a power
keg. The leader spoke first.

"Well, well if it isn’t the little girly girls playing at our playground."

"This isn’t your playground," said a defiant Kim.

"Well we’ll just see about that," said the leader as he approached the girls.
Before he could get to Kim, Erin jumped out in front of the other girls and
stood directly in his path. At this point the little muscle building engine
that was Erin turned on and started running. Her body sensed her tension and
began to convert the remaining baby fat on her body directly into muscle. The
change was slow at this point, but was steady.

Smiling at the pretty little girl he said, "OK, you first." and pushed her
with a great deal of force. The force of the push should have knocked her down
hard, but instead only pushed her back a few steps where she landed on her
behind. Her adrenaline now kicked in and her body began tearing her muscles
and building them back up denser and stronger. Standing back up, Erin looked
at the leader and said, "You shouldn’t push Supergirl," and pushed him back,
knocking him down so hard that his head hit the ground, shaking him up.

Standing there for a moment in defiance, Erin placed her hands on her hips.
Her muscle building engine was purring away. Her legs were slowly losing their
fat and small muscles were taking shape. The calves were starting to fill out
and her thighs were pushing outward. Her little belly was quickly
disappearing, replaced by a very firm washboard stomach. Her pectorals were
slowly adding mass, giving the illusion that she was growing breasts. Her back
was slowly flaring out and her shoulder were adding mass, pulling her tank top
up to expose her flat stomach. Her arms were beginning to show hard bumps and
curves.

With the shock that Erin had pushed their friend so hard, the other four boys
converged on Erin. First one, then the other tried to push her down with
little effect. At this point Erin remembered the training her mother had given
her on throwing a ball and throwing a punch. Her mom had showed her how to put
her shoulder and chest into it so she could throw and hit like a boy instead
of a girl. Up to this point, Erin had little use for this knowledge, but no
longer. With her internal engine continuing to produce more muscle, Erin began
punching the boys in the stomach and pushing them down hard. One boy finally
took a punch at her and hit her hard in the shoulder, but he felt like he was
hitting his dad’s shoulder. After a few punches to the shoulders and stomachs
of the boys from Erin, however, all four boys laid at her feet, coughing or
rolling in pain. All of her girl friends were now cheering Erin and had sat
down mesmerized, as if they were watching a TV show.

Meanwhile, the leader had rolled over and was sitting up, shaking his head.
Erin walked over to him and stood in front of him. "Do you want to play some
more?" she asked wickedly and brought her arms into a double bicep pose. The
leader watched in horror as her flexed arms produced small bumps that slowly
swelled into lemons and then into baseballs. Her body was reacting to this
tension by building her biceps at an alarming rate. Thin veins began forming
on her growing biceps and a clearly defined split was forming as more muscle
pored into her arms, giving Erin a surge of power and an electric tingle of
pleasure throughout her body. As her biceps approached the size of softballs
she stopped flexing and socked the leader in the forehead, knocking him almost
unconscience. Grabbing him by the ankle she drug him over to the spinner and
pulled him toward the center. She then proceeded to pull all of the boys onto
the spinner and allowed them to wake up. She began to spin the wheel around,
just like the boys had done to the girls the day before. With her increased
muscle mass, her strength also increased. As strong as a full-grown man, she
pushed harder and harder, causing the wheel to spin faster and faster. The
boys held on as tight as they could. Concentrating on pushing harder, her body
continued to add strength and mass. Her chest and back expanded further,
pulling her tank top up to her ribcage and causing a small rip in the sides.
The electrical feeling of power coursing through her body was intoxicating,
along with the need for revenge against the boys, increasing her strength to
that of the strongest man and driving her to push harder and spin the wheel
faster than it had ever been spun before. With that amount of speed, the boys
could no longer hold on and one at a time they all went flying off the wheel
crashing and rolling up to 20 feet away. The pin holding the wheel to the base
also broke and the wheel scraped against the dirt and rolled away from the
base.

The leader had rolled onto his back and turned his head to the left. His head
hurt on both the back and front, he was still very dizzy and his body was
bruised up. Turning his head he saw the tiny tormenter heading back toward
him. Through his blurry eyes she looked like a tiny female bodybuilder. Her
calves flared out and could be seen from her front. Her thighs were thick and
meaty, pushing out menacingly as she walked. With her small joints remaining
the same size, the separation of the muscle groups was dramatic. With her
stomach now fully exposed, a six pack of hard muscles could be seen. Her
waist, however, was small and looked even smaller with her broad shoulders and
thick chest that was pushing hard against her tank top. Globs of powerful
chest muscles pulsed up and down as she walked. With her fists clenched, her
large forearms and biceps pushed forward as her arms moved back and forth
rhythmically. Her long hair also bounced as she walked and her face took on
the beauty of a girl closer to 14 years old than eight. His fascination with
this muscle bound beauty was turning him on and his young manhood was
beginning to stiffen. His fantasy world was quickly shattered as Erin stopped
next to him and grabbed him by his pants with one hand and his shirt with the
other. Then in one quick movement she lifted his 120-pound body over her head.
Swinging him around a few times, she threw him toward the monkey bars, where
he landed with a hard thud, over 50 feet away. The wind was knocked out of him
and he rolled onto his back groaning. Erin quickly walked to each of the boys,
cleanly lifting each up and effortlessly tossing them into a big pile. Walking
to the pile of boys and satisfied that they weren’t moving, she moved over to
the monkey bars.

Standing in front of the monkey bars, she took a look at them. Forming a small
cube of approximately eight feet wide by eight feet long and five feet high,
the structure was screwed into the concrete at eight locations, two on each
side. Without any thought as to how heavy the monkey bars were or to how hard
they were connected to the concrete, Erin walked up to one side, knelt
slightly as though she were performing a deadlift, gripped the bottom rung and
began to straighten up, pulling at the structure. At this point, she had the
strength of two men, making her one of the strongest people on the planet. By
stressing her body, the virus once again sensed the taxing of muscles and
responded by making bigger and stronger muscles. Straining as her body once
again started to grow, but never doubting that she could do it, the bolts in
the concrete began to scream as they were pulled out of their holes. Her thigh
muscles became cords of thick muscle, pulsing outward, testing the limits of
reality. Her already thick back added even more incredible density and her
strength pushed her into a new category outside of human. With the first bolts
removed from the side she was on, Erin held her grip and began backing up,
pulling the monkey bars from their remaining concrete holds.

Pulling the structure until it was next to the pile of boys, she then released
her grip. Assessing the situation and grabbing the metal bars at the
outstretched extent of her arms, Erin once again did the impossible. With a
clean pull, and showing little signs of strain, Erin lifted the entire
structure over her head! Turning to the left, she walked a few steps toward
the boys and without any thought whether the structure would land around then
or on them, she slammed the bars down on the boys where it sank three inches
into the grass, miraculously missing them, but containing them inside. Finally
satisfied, Erin said very loudly, "Now you boys stay, or I’ll really get mad!"
The boys knew what was good for them and stayed as still as they could,
whimpering and groaning.

While Erin was pulling up the monkey bars, a police car had pulled up and an
officer had begun walking toward the children. Answering a call placed by a
neighbor about children yelling in pain, officer Terry Kirby, a 28 year old, 6
foot 2 inch, 230 pound officer knew that his size alone usually got children
to listen to him and to either go home, or agree to behave. However, Terry was
not prepared for what he saw. He watched in disbelief as a little (in height
anyway) girl pulled and yanked and eventually lifted a steel structure the
children climbed on. Having helped put in playgrounds himself, he knew how
heavy those things were, and doubted that he carry one very far, much less
lift it over his head! By the time this little person had slammed it down into
the ground and yelled at the kids underneath to stay, Terry was only ten feet
away. To his complete shock this super tormenter looked like an eight or nine
year old girl with Arnold Schwarzenegger muscles bulging out everywhere. He
stopped for a second, and then realizing the danger the children on the ground
could be in, he removed the gunlock from his holster and began to talk to the
tiny Hercules.

"Hi there little girl, could you tell me your name and what you are doing."

Erin turned toward him and said flatly, "I’m Supergirl, and these are bad
boys."

"Well Supergirl, I’m afraid that those boys are hurt and probably are very
sorry for being bad. So why don’t we let them go home." While Terry was
talking, he slowly moved toward the group of children that he had correctly
identified as boys, hoping to get between them and her. At this point he also
had his right hand close to the handle of his gun.

"No! They need to be punished more!" Erin practically yelled.

Still trying to remain calm, but starting to sweat, Terry thought for a second
and then said, "but Supergirl, you know once you have caught the bad guys, you
always turn them over to the police. I am officer Kirby and your job here is
done."

Catching Erin off guard for the moment, she stayed put. With this opportunity,
Terry moved toward the boys and began to ask them if they are OK.
Unfortunately, Erin reacted like an eight- year-old, yelling "NO! Leave them
alone" and reached to grab Terry. Reacting as though being attacked by a
dangerous person (which was correct), Terry reached for his gun and out of
instinct pulled the trigger and shot Erin before she reached him. Shooting her
point blank into her left shoulder, Erin screamed, reached over to her
shoulder and dropped to the ground.

Terry spit out an "Oh, shit!" as he watched her fall. Terry thought, how am I
ever going to explain shooting a little girl, no matter how muscular she may
look. Looking into the boys, he asked if everyone was OK. All of the boys were
now awake, and although they were bruised up everyone appeared fine. Realizing
he would need an ambulance for the girl, he turned to head back toward the
squad car. Unfortunately for officer Kirby, he only got a few steps away when
Erin sat up.

Her body had taken the shot as yet another reason to repair and build muscle.
The bullet had lodged into her thick solder muscle. As her body repaired the
hole, the bullet was slowly pushed out of her body, exiting the wound at the
same place it entered. The bleeding was stopped and skin closed up as the
bullet fell off her body onto the ground. Her little engine also created
stronger muscle in response to the bullet, building muscle that was denser
than the bullet. As she sat up, she was no longer a strong, muscular, stubborn
eight year old; she was a super- strong, super-muscular, and very mad eight
year old.

"That was very mean, officer," Erin said through gritted teeth as she stood
up. Terry froze in his tracks, in a state of shock and disbelief "You should
know better than to shoot Supergirl." To drive her point home, Erin brought
her arms up and flexed her biceps. Her arms responded by building up two
baseball sized bundles of power. And then they started to grow. Erin was mad,
and she was flexing hard, causing the muscles to respond rapidly. The biceps
filled out and began to push upward. Her tiny fists were clenched hard and
were just touching her shoulder. As her biceps rose upward they began to push
her fist away from her shoulder. Pulsing with unearthly power, the biceps
continued their upward rise. Growing and growing, they soon pushed her
forearms back to perpendicular as her inflating arms approached the height of
her fists. Wicked veins began dancing around her engorged biceps, tracing
trails up the mountains of her muscle peaks. In turn, her triceps also grew,
forming a deep muscular belly to her huge biceps. The feeling of power created
by this incredible growth was practically intoxicating Erin, driving her to
continue to flex to feel the power. Her arms continued to grow, growing muscle
on top of muscle, pushing ever upward, as though a muscular missile was rising
out of a silo. The biceps continued to expand until they passed her fists and
rose to impossible heights, majestically expanding above her head, forming two
titanic bicep peaks, larger than any ever seen before, with power pumping
finger sized veins pushing super energy into her ultra powerful arms. Erin’s
arms were larger than officer Kirby’s thighs and had the power that could
crush diamonds. Her arms cast a shadow both menacing and magnificent.

Noticing that officer Kirby was trying to back away toward his car, Erin
released her flex and began walking toward him. Again pulling out his gun, he
had to place both hands on the gun to keep from shaking. "Just stay where you
are," said officer Kirby, his voice no longer expressing command, but fear.
Erin ignored him and puffed out her chest in defiance, which now stuck out
nine inches and rippled with power. Her top let out a rip as the sides tore
away, leaving the front of the top to barely cover her super chest. As she
walked forward, she flexed one side of her chest and then the other,
practically touching her chin with each flex. Realizing that Erin was not
going to stop, Terry stopped backing away, braced himself and fired his gun.
The bullet hit Erin squarely in the chest, tore another hole in the remnants
of her top, and incredibly, impossibly, bounced away. Erin stopped and put her
fists on her hips and smiled. "Bullets can’t stop Supergirl." Terry was beyond
shock, this can’t be happening, he thought. Not knowing what to do, he fired
again and again, tearing up Erin’s top and shorts, slightly bruising Erin each
time, but having no other effect as the bullets bounced off her superhuman
body as if he were firing a peashooter. Finally out of bullets, Terry looked
in horror at Erin. Erin stopped smiling, pulled her hands off of her hips and
began walking toward him.

Throwing the gun down, all options disappearing, Terry turned and ran back
toward his car. Erin’s atomic powered legs gave chase and she caught up to him
50 feet from his car. With one hand, Erin grabbed him by the belt and pulled
him roughly to the ground. Terry was flat on his back. Sitting up, he opened
his eyes to see Erin standing in front of him, with her feet positioned
between his left leg. Erin then threw a punch to Terry’s head that hit with
the force of baseball bat, breaking teeth and almost snapping his head off of
his body. His arms flew upward with the force of the punch and he slammed into
the ground. With one punch, the formerly thin eight year old girl had almost
decapitated a 230 pound muscular man.

Not satisfied, Erin grabbed him by the belt with one hand and powered him up
over her head using only her left arm. His arms and legs hung helplessly
inches from the ground. Reaching her right fist back, Erin pressed Terry down
with her left arm and pushed him several feet into the air. When he started to
come back down, Erin punched him with inhuman force in the chest. He rocketed
off her fist and sailed 30 feet, landing close to his car. Still alive,
officer Kirby was barely conscience, and was moaning softly. Before Erin could
reach him again, three more police cars pulled up, responding to the shots
that were fired. Erin looked at the cars and only thought that more bad guys
were showing up that Supergirl would have to beat up.

CHAPTER 4

As Amber walked toward East High School, she was focussing all of her thoughts
on the football team. What arrogant jerks they were, how they made fun of the
freshmen cheerleaders, how much she would like to show them up. Amber had put
on a baggy white T-shirt with East High written on it, red baggy shorts and
black tennis shoes. She was in her first year of wearing a "real" bra, as her
breasts were starting to fill out. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a
ponytail and swayed between her shoulder blades as she walked. The walk to
school was a little less than a mile, but during that mile walk, her internal
muscle engine turned on. Her rather thin legs slowly added some muscle as she
walked. Her arms and shoulders added a little mass also as she moved her arms
back and forth. Amber made the trip in record time, practically bursting
through the front door of the high school.

School was over, and although some teachers were still around, Amber had
forgotten about getting any homework. She heard some of the cheerleaders
practicing and walked over to where she usually worked out. There she found
her friends. One of them, Jennifer, waved her over.

"Hi Amber," said Jennifer, "we missed you at school today."

"Yeah, I was sick," said Amber, as though talking to herself. "Did those
football players bother you today."

"Oh yeah, you know them. But today it was just Paul and David. They injured
themselves and made some comments as they headed to the weight room while the
rest of the team headed outside for practice."

"You know, I think it’s time someone had a talk with those macho jerks," said
Amber flatly as she started to walk toward the weight room as though in a
trance.

"OK, whatever, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow," said Jennifer as she headed
back to the other girls.

Amber was in a trance, she was having a hard time thinking clearly, but knew
she had to do something to those football players, although she wasn’t quite
sure what that was. Walking into the weight room, she stopped to clear her
head. Paul was at the squat machine, but was in between lifts. David was
finishing up his first set of bench presses with 500 pounds. Paul had bruised
his shoulder, but was otherwise in good shape, standing 6 feet 2 inches he
weighed 220 pounds and played linebacker. David had twisted a knee and had
hoped to practice today, but because it was early in the season, the coach
wanted him to rest. Standing 6 foot 6, he weighed a solid 285 pounds. A senior
nose tackle, he was the team’s best defensive player and was being recruited
by some large colleges.

Amber walked over to them and stopped as David finished his set and racked the
weight. Paul had watched her walk in and was the first to say something.

"So, little girl what brings you in here, want to see what some real men can
do?"

David looked up, slightly winded from his set and smiled. "You look cute, care
to spot me," he smirked with a very obvious sarcastic tone.

Amber looked at them and feeling a surge of adrenaline rush through her body,
her engine turned on, once again building up her muscles, although unnoticed
at this point. The comments snapped her out of her trance and her hands formed
into fists. "You guys think you are so tough, well, your not all that."

Both boys laugh at her. Paul chuckled, "Oh yeah, well whose tougher around
here, you?"

Amber blinked, she was getting really mad, and for some reason she felt very
strong. Although she didn’t know that her body was creating muscle, the
resulting tingling of power gave her an attitude that didn’t make any sense to
her. "Yeah, I can be tough." Eyeing another bench with some weight on it, she
walked over to it. Knowing that they were stronger than she was, but for some
reason feeling like she was getting stronger, she looked at David and said,
"How much weight is on this bar?" David decided to play along. "Oh, so you
want to try and outlift us? Well just make sure you don’t hurt yourself."
Walking over to the bar, he looked at it and said, "its got 180 pounds on it.
That’s a lot for most girls your size, but I’m sure its not a problem for a
tough girl like you."

Lying down on the bench Amber reached up to grab the weight, even though she
had never performed a bench press in her life. Paul and David just folded
their arms and waited for her to hurt herself. Having watched other people do
this she knew she had to push the weight off of the rack first. So with little
thought as to the amount of weight, she grabbed the bar and tried to pull it
off. Her body reacted to this stress by cranking up the muscle and strength
machine. Pushing it off the bar, her arms shook for a moment and she thought
that she might drop the weight. Building muscle, her once smooth arms began to
show some forearm development, along with some tricep growth. Within a few
moments, her arms were steady. Exhaling, Amber then brought the weight down to
her chest and held it there. Her A-sized breasts swelled forth as pectoral
muscles actually pushed the bar off her chest a few inches. Her body skipped
dissolving the fat in her breasts and instead converted them directly to
muscle, turning the formerly average sized and soft tissue into expanding
muscle filled boobs of power. Sensing her increased strength, Amber powered
the bar upward until her arms were fully extended. The boys were a little
shocked that this little freshman cheerleader had managed to perform this act
of strength, but hadn’t yet caught her increase in size.

The increase in strength and size had not been lost on Amber as she stared up
at the weight above her along with the now muscular arms that held it there.
Glancing down at her chest, she noticed that her breasts were larger and
sitting straight up, pushing the limit of her bra. She was also slowly filling
out her previously oversized shirt. Looking back up to the weight she brought
it back down again, and again, and again. The weight was now almost
inconsequential and she continued until she had performed 20 repetitions.
Setting the bar back on the rack, she sat up and stretched her arms behind her
back, sticking her now prodigious breasts straight out. Their eyes immediately
fixating on her chest, they both wrinkled their foreheads thinking that her
chest was much bigger than it was when she walked in. Looking over at the
frozen boys Amber smiled and said, "OK that was a good warm-up, lets see if I
can catch up to you guys." Looking over at Paul she asked, "so what are you
doing?" Paul shook his head, then responded with, "squats."

"Oh, that’s for your legs right? Well, I’m feeling pretty good, let’s give
that a shot," said an enthusiastic Amber. Walking up to Paul, Amber looked at
the bar that he was using. "How much weight is on this thing?"

"Um, about 600 pounds," mumbled Paul.

"Ok, let’s give it a try," smiled Amber. Walking up to the rack, the weight
sat at about 5 feet, so it was slightly above her shoulders. Getting
underneath the bar, Amber had to push up to move the bar. The bar at first did
not move as Amber strained. Her body responded with more muscle and strength,
allowing her to just move the bar off the rack and onto her shoulders. At
first the weight was too much for her and her left knee buckled, wrenching her
right shoulder and tearing the cartilage around her knee. Paul made a move
toward her to save her, but it was unnecessary. Amber’s body responded quickly
to the stress and happily supplied her with more strength, more muscle, and a
repaired body. Within 5 seconds after faltering she had recovered and held the
weight on her shoulders. Amber then slowly moved down and soon she was
expertly squatting the heavy weight. The little remaining fat around her legs
disappeared and was replaced by cords of muscles. Each squat brought an
increase in size. Her thighs pushed out, expanding from nothing and started to
show incredible definition. As she continued her squats, Amber’s legs grew in
size until they were bigger than Paul’s large legs. Her shorts were now filled
out with super muscular thighs. Once again, by the time she was done with the
lift, the last repetition was actually easier than the first. After the 20
squats, Amber went on her toes to rack the weight and this simple movement
caused her calves to immediately increase in size. Feeling the tingling in her
calves, Amber did a few more toe raises until two sturdy diamond shaped calves
were born. Finally racking the weight, Amber backed away from the rack and
looked down at her now powerful legs. Smiling, she looked over at David.
"Well, that wasn’t so bad, lets see what you were working on tough guy."

Although Paul and David were not the smartest boys on the football team, they
were becoming very aware that this was not normal. This little girl was
lifting some pretty heavy weight and was putting on enough muscle to enter a
local bodybuilding contest. However, while they were both confused and
fascinated, they did not feel alarmed.

None of this was lost on Amber. She now realized that by lifting these weights
she was increasing her strength and muscle size. And she was not going to stop
now. The muscle head football players appeared to be enjoying the show,
thought Amber, and I’m just getting warmed up. Before I’m done, they will
regret making fun of me!

Still smiling, Amber bounced over to David and looked at his weight. "So, how
much were you lifting?" asked Amber.

With some pride, David said, "I was benching 500 pounds."

"Wow, that sounds like a lot. Mind if I give it a try?" purred Amber.

"Ha, ha. I don’t know how you lifted those other weights, but there is no way
you are ever going to bench 500 pounds," growled David.

"Well, then why not increase it to 600 pounds so you can laugh at me as I
struggle trying to lift it," responded a cool Amber.

"Your on, you silly cheerleader," David spat in return.

Adding the weight, David and Paul each took one side of the bar to "spot"
Amber. As much as they knew she wasn’t going to lift the weight, they didn’t
want to chance her killing herself, although a severe injury would be quite
funny. Amber positioned herself under the weight and gripped the bar. Once
again, Amber pushed up at the bar in vain, not being able to move the weight.
But after just a few seconds, she was able to push it off the rack and was
holding it high above her. Her muscles were straining, causing them to grow
larger, noticeable larger. Her power was increasing past that of anyone in the
high school, she could feel it. Soon the weight felt manageable and she
brought it down to her rapidly increasing chest. The former baggy T- shirt was
now beyond form fitting as her chest met the heavy weight and had little give
as Amber rested the weight on her chest. With sweat tricking down her forehead
and her body kicking into high gear, Amber slowly pushed the heavy weight back
up. The boys were stunned. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing. To
make matters worse, Amber lowered the weight again, and again. Giggling as she
went and pouring on more muscle with each lift, Amber pushed the weight up and
down at blinding speeds, doing each repetition in less than a second. Her bra
snapped under the chest growth, but nobody seemed to notice. Her super-chest
filled the large shirt to the limit, pointing out nipples engorged from her
excitement and causing tears along the sides of the shirt.

Stopping her incredible feat with the weight held up, Amber did not rack the
weight, but sat up, now holding the weight above her head. Smiling she glanced
over to the boys and asked if they had ever seen her do baton work. They both
shook their heads, still standing in shock from her bench pressing feat.

"Good, then you should like this," was Amber’s response. Looking up at the
weight and concentrating once again, Amber slid her hands along the bar toward
the middle until they touched. The weight swayed for a moment as her body
provided the added muscle and strength. Once she was satisfied she let go with
her left hand and held the 600 pound weight above her head with one hand!
David and Peter swallowed hard. With her free hand, she pulled the ruined bra
from her overstrained shirt and threw it at Peter. Peter barely reacted,
maintaining his glare at the barbell. Looking back up to the weight, Amber
looked back up at the barbell. Rotating the bar back and forth with her wrist
and forearm, Amber measured the weight and then, slowly at first, began to
twirl the bar around on her fingers. As her arm muscles got bigger and her
strength increased, so did her motion. Standing on top of the bench while she
kept the 600 pound weight twirling, she now switched hands above her head,
moving it back and forth. She then defied reality and went into a full baton
twirling act, bringing the twirling bar in front of her, behind her, and in a
final act, tossed the twirling weight six feet in the air and catching it with
one hand. Throwing the weight to the ground in front of her with a loud clang
she turned around on the bench and looked at the boys.

David and Peter had not moved from their spotter’s position from the moment
she gripped the 600 pound weight. "So, still think I’m a little girly wimp now
boys?" asked Amber through pursed lips. Before they could respond, Amber bent
over and grabbed each boy by the shirt and pulled them over to her until they
were on either side of her. Each boy grabbed Amber’s arm to try to pull
themselves away, but it was like grabbing steel. Her forearms were now huge,
rapped in cords of thick, super dense muscle. Making sure she had a good solid
grip, Amber pulled the two boys up until they were both off of the ground,
being held at arm’s length. Both David and Peter now looked at Amber with
fear, realizing that this should not be happening. David used both of his arms
to grab her forearm and spat out in a nervous tone, "this can’t be happening,
this isn’t possible." Smiling, Amber turned her head over to David and said
softly, "Oh, but it is happening. I just got a ticket to muscleville, and you
two doorknobs are to pay." With that, Amber slowly pushes the boys on front of
her, flexing her enormous chest. And as if on cue, as the two 200 plus pound
boys were brought together in front of her, the overstrained T-shirt finally
gave way. Twin towers of muscle power now stared at the boys. Continuing to
squeeze her chest as she held the boys in front of her, the rock hard
superbreasts audibly expanded further, moving ominously toward the now
terrified teenagers. As big as basketballs and with the density of lead they
rippled with unequalled power. Small veins began rising on her chest as they
pushed forward. Smiling with satisfaction, Amber relaxed her chest, causing
her chest to stop the growth just past half way up the length of her arms.

"OK you two dumbbells, lets not slow down my workout," Amber said with
purpose. Bringing her arms out to her sides, she rotated her wrists, twisting
both boys’ shirts. They each continued to grip her massive forearms with both
of their hands to keep balance and to hopefully cause this supergirl to
release them. Smiling at their feeble efforts, Amber concentrated, and with
some effort, tensed her biceps and pulled the boys up until her arms were at
90 degrees. Holding them there they looked down helplessly at her large biceps
as they peaked to attention. David estimated that they were at least 16
inches. Those estimates would soon be changed as Amber held the pose and
tensed her arms with all her might, squeezing her fists hard. David and Peter
watched in horror as her biceps began to balloon up. Looking over at her right
bicep, Amber smiled as she felt incredible power surge into her growing arms.
Pushing past 20 inches, Amber’s biceps expanded upward as though they were
trying to escape her arm. As they rose, veins of power around her arms became
more pronounced and pulsated to the surface. The boys were in shock, feeling
like they were watching a movie, their brains disconnecting from their bodies
as they fixated on Amber’s inflating arms. All three watched as they grew
upward, 24 inches, to 28 inches, to 32 inches, to 36 inches. Her arms were now
three feet of incredible power and were as big around as either boy’s waist.
Still holding on to her forearm, Peter could feel the biceps push against his
fingers, trapping them between her incredible forearms and her gigantic
biceps. He grimaced in pain as his fingers were slowly being crushed.

As her biceps approached 40 inches, Amber smiled. "Well, I guess you two have
served your purpose, it’s time to finish you off." David and Peter looked at
each other and turned white. This little skinny freshman girl had walked into
the gym only ten minutes ago and before their eyes had transformed into the
most muscular and powerful human they had ever seen.

Bringing her fists together quickly, Amber slammed David and Peter together
not once but four times, knocking their heads and bodies together. Pushing
each semi-conscience boy above her head Amber casually tossed them both over
30 feet away against the back wall. Each boy left a bloodstain against the
wall as they fell unconscience against the wall. Hopping off the bench onto
the ground Amber smiled.

Walking over to the wall where the boys were, Amber gravitated toward a mirror
on the wall. Topless, she felt no shame, only fascination at the size of her
new body. She stopped in front of the mirror and put her hands on her hips.
"My God," she thought, "I’m gigantic". Flexing her enormous chest, the
basketball sized balls of power pushed up, touching her chin. Looking over to
the side, Amber saw a weight bar on the ground. Reaching down she picked it up
and held it in front of her. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled the bar toward her
until it touched her chest. "Let’s see how powerful I really am," thought
Amber. With that she pulled the bar into her chest. Her super-breasts gave way
as her powerful arms pulled the thick metal bar toward her. Then she tensed
her chest and the war was on. Huge muscles rippled on her chest and pushed
back against the bar so hard that the force caused the bar to pull back away
from her body. Licking her lips Amber pulled back with more force. Expanding
arms met her expanding chest as she pulled back. Her chest muscles solidified
against the pressure into warm, pink balls of titanium. Veins reappeared on
both her massive arms and her super thick chest. As she continued to pull back
against her now ultra powerful chest, the bar screamed in agony, bending
around her breasts, no longer even capable of leaving a dent on the rippling
super chest.

Tossing the ruined bar to the ground Amber smiled. "Oh yes, I’m ready".
Grabbing David’s triple X large football jersey he had left near the bench,
Amber struggled to fit it over her chest. Walking out of the gym toward the
field where football practice was taking place, Amber smiled again. "Let’s see
how ready the team is for me!"

End for now.

Coming soon (OK maybe not so soon, but eventually). Mom works out at the gym.
Gina makes a withdrawal. Doctors Mike and Fred look for a cure. Erin confronts
the police. Amber visits the football team. There may be some muscle growth.