Hath No Fury
By T.S. Howard



Part One

This is the story of Vanessa and Queen. They are both 21. They grew up
together in the same neighborhood. It is the beginning of the 22nd Century.
The year is 2105. The place is the megalopolis of Chicago.

Vanessa Hunter is a good, timid soul. She's 5'2" and weighs 109. She's an
exotic looking girl with red hair, tan skin, and sexy, gray eyes. She was a
good student in school, and has always been pretty smart. She's quiet and shy,
but has a decent social life.

She's cute with very long, wavy hair, which reaches her butt. She's got a
small frame that goes 32-20-34. She had a modest set of B-cup breasts that fit
her. She had a narrow, yet bulbous Jennifer Lopez-like butt. That was her best
trait, as most of the men who dated her say, aside from her face.

Queen Falconi is, and always has been, Vanessa's rival. Ever since childhood,
Queen's been after everything that Vanessa's had. In high school, she stole
every boyfriend that Vanessa had. She still does to this day. Queen's always
bullied Vanessa, all because she's smaller.

Queen's a good-looking Italian-American babe. she's 5'7" and weighs 132. She
has a nice frame on her that garners most men's attention. she's a curvy
37-24-36. She has a full set of D-cups that always fill her tops with alarming
results. Queen was named after the rock band, for her parents conceived her
while playing a "Queen" album.

They have always lived by each other. Why? No one can say. The truth is, Queen
always was envious of Vanessa. She had a better education, better friends,
better family, you name it. The only thing Queen has, that Vanessa doesn't, is
an exciting, fun and adventure filled life.

Vanessa moved to the small town of Hillside, located somewhere near
Philadelphia, about two weeks ago. She landed a job with a small accounting
firm out here and she wanted to get away from Chicago's hustle and bustle. Not
to mention her lifelong tormentor, Queen. To no avail, she didn't escape Ms.
Flaconi, she had moved out there a few months before then. She worked as a
bartender in the small town.

Everything is quiet between the two, for a while anyway. Then a few weeks ago,
Queen got Vanessa fired by framing her for an embezzlement scheme. Vanessa
lost her job, and her senses. Revenge is on her mind now! That was the last
straw.

Vanessa always had a keen interest in science. She is good at chemistry and
biology. She's been a wiz at it all of her life. She knows a lab technician
who works at a lab a few miles from town. There, they did research and
experiments on different chemicals and radiation and their effects on living
things. She figured that she'd give him a call.

"Hello," said Vanessa, "I'd like to talk to Gabriel in biotech, please. . ."
She waits until her friend is routed on the line.

"'Ness, what do you want?" Gabriel sounded surprised to hear from her.

"I need the lab tonight. I have to do some work. Can you get me clearance?"

Gabriel shifts the phone with uneasiness, and then says, "Sure. I can. Need a
partner?" The earnest in his voice is obvious.

"No, Gabe. This is my project! I need to do this alone," Vanessa replies.

"All right," pity and disappointment came to his voice, "Be here by ten or you
won't make it." The phone clicked out. Vanessa rests the receiver back to its
hook. She stands up and grabs her jacket. She pulls her car keys from her
purse and bolts out of the door.

Part Two

Vanessa drove herself to the lab. she had tears in her eyes. She could not
believe that her mortal enemy, Queen would do such a thing! Now she was going
to get even!!

The door was unlocked. She easily invaded the lab with stealth. The place was
devoid of people though, so she didn't have to sneak. The security cameras
were all off. Her friend would program some false images into the video
database so security wouldn't get suspicious. She entered the chemical lab
first. A vast array of beakers and test tubes sprawled before her. She put her
long red hair up and looked at the storages. She found what she wanted. Vials
and beakers full of androgenic and anabolic compounds. Animal testosterones
from humans, lions, and panthers. She even found samples of hormones and
steroids. she took all of these compounds and poured them into a large beaker.
The smell was acrid.

She covered the beaker and left that lab. she then entered Genetic Research.
Here, she set the beaker, full of its potent mixture, down onto a large,
technical device. The machine roared to life. She looked through the attached
microscope and used a laser-like device to manipulate the amino acids in the
vile compound she created. She spliced here and there, and eliminated this and
that.

After all is said and done here, she takes the beaker and carries it to its
next destination: Nuclear Studies. Here she stood before a juggernaut of a
machine. It was a nuclear reactor core. Many conduits and cables connected the
monstrous device to other large, foreboding constructs. she finds a small
platform with an encasement surrounding it. It is here that she places the
beaker.

She shuts it inside and moves over to a lit console. Her eyes were filled with
madness. She looked angry and displaced. Her disheveled clothes and her messed
up hair made her look like a mad scientist. Tears still ran down her soft,
youthful cheeks. Her gray eyes had redness around them. Her thin, small frame
stood before the elaborate panel.

She pushed a few buttons and toggled a few switches. A hum began to emit from
the hulking machines around her. Then a bright light flashed in the enclosed
platform. You see, she engineered the formula so that the genes that made up
the naturally-occurring chemicals in her "brew" would be enhanced and mutated
by the intense radiation that she bombarded them with.

The brew was now a yellowish color. It was originally clear. She put on a
radiation suit and opened the casing. She slowly removed the beaker. She put
it in a lead-lined vault and flipped a switch. A deeper hum than the last
sounded. The vault door opened and she took off her lead gloves and removed
the beaker. She snatches off the helmet and opens her mouth. She drinks down
every drop of the stuff. The taste was terrible; even worse than Ipecac syrup.

She stood fast for a moment. She waited for something to happen. Alas, nothing
did. Angered by the failure of her work, she went to the Chemical Studies lab
to fetch her coat. She stormed out of the building and headed for her car. She
couldn't park in the lab's parking lot, because the cops check it every twenty
minutes. So, she had to park across the street in front of a convenience
store.

Unfortunately, her car had a white slip tucked underneath a wiper blade and a
Boot on the front tire.

"Shit! Can't anything go right in this miserable life!" Vanessa exclaimed. She
was pissed. she lost her job, her experiment failed, and now this. She read
the ticket.

A scowl disfigured her beautiful, exotic face, "What the fuck!! A $275.00
ticket for parking here after ten! Damn it!" Her anger and frustration led her
to cry on the car. She pounded on the hood. Her hand hurt, but she didn't
care. She began to tug on the device attached to her wheel. Her anger was
building even more than it was. Tears flowed from her gray eyes. Her red hair
was flung everywhere.

Then, her hair was growing longer. A warm feeling rushed along with the blood
her racing heart was pumping to her every extremity. She was feeling stronger.
Her nails grew longer and thicker. She was furious, yet she was feeling
strange. It was nauseating, painful, and ecstatic all at the same time. She
felt her hands getting a better grip on the boot. Her tears still ran down her
soft, curvy face.

She looked at her hands. They grew slightly before her eyes! They weren't much
bigger than they were, but they were big enough to grip the boot tighter. She
saw her forearms inflating. Her breathing was deeper and calmer, but she was
still furious. She continued to tug on the boot. Now her fingers were piercing
the metal, slowly, but surely. Her clothes were beginning to feel tighter. she
gritted her teeth as she continued to feel pain from the tightening garments
and her exertion on the device.

Her breasts were swelling beneath her brassiere. The pinching and tightness
were beginning to increase, along with the diameter, weight, and volume of her
mammary glands. Her jacket and blouse were slowly booing pushed outward from
her chest. She looked down and saw the growth. She was stunned. She continued
to feel stronger with each moment. Her bra began to split and bust open
beneath her blouse. She could hear the ripping and breaking of silk, lycra,
and plastic beneath her shirt. The pain was still increasing, but she had a
fraction of relief.

Her pain caused her to pull even harder on the boot. Now the metal squealed
beneath her hands' increasing force on it. The bolts were stretching. She felt
even stronger as she was pulling the thing off! It was as if the feat was
accelerating the increment of her strength. Her tits were up to a 44DD now,
much larger than her busted bra, which was pressed against her still swelling
breasts and her taut blouse. The blouse had even more to contend with, for her
muscles were beginning to grow even more. They were pumping slowly, but they
were coming around.

The spaces in between buttons were becoming ovals, then circles! Her flesh was
darkening as all of this was happening. The Boot was freed from the car, along
with the tire! She held the objects in her hands. She stood up. She was a
little taller too! Now she was 5'4". Not much taller than she was before, but
it was taller.

Her blouse began to emit a tearing sound in the back. There was an oval shaped
hole in it! It was expanding as her back was expanding! She had as much muscle
on her back as a Mr. Olympus contestant had. It was thick and bumpy. Not to
mention wide! Her shoulders were bulging, along with her lats. They were now
at least 50" in width by now, and still growing! Her breasts were now making a
V-shaped tear in the front. Buttons were flying. Her breasts had a bit of
natural sag to them, but only enough to see her thickening pecs! They were
rippling and thickening, pushing her now 50DDD breasts out even further!

Her arms destroyed the sleeves! Her triceps blossomed to 28" and her biceps
were bulging at 26"! She crushed the tire and Boot in both of her hands. Her
legs and buttocks had exploded out of her jeans. Her thighs were now 32" and
her calves were 22"! Her hips were now an astounding 44" and her waist came
out to a mind-boggling 36"! Her growth ceased. Now she was 5'7.5", weighed 230
lbs. had 4'5" of fire red hair, 28" arms, 32" thighs, and was now a 51E-36-44!
All that and still had gray eyes, but her face had grown even more sexy and
beautiful! Her skin was so bronzed now, that with her enhanced, exotic face
and her long, untamed hair, she looked like some Amazon jungle princess!
Especially with the way her shrouded clothes draped on her. Her slanted eyes
focused on her pitiful '72 Cadillac. She glided over to the hulk of a car as
if she were still her former size! Her large, bronze breasts were soft to the
touch. The cold night air (and her "hulking-out") caused her nipples to erect.
The grew out to a length of four and a half inches! They were thick too! They
were also hard, for they punched through the metal door as if it were tissue.

She squatted down and grabbed the chassis. Her powerful hands crushed the
metal with ease and she slowly stood up. Her muscles began to swell even
larger as the flexed and rippled violently while she performed the task. It
was so light to her. It felt like she was picking up a sheet of paper!

"Holy shit! I'm soooooo strong!!!!!!" The car had to weigh at least two or
three tons, plus the weight of everything in it, but it was a feather to her.
She crushed the automobile. It squealed and wheezed as she easily turned the
raggedy vehicle into an accordion. The hulk was now in a ball in her small,
feminine hands. It still weighed the same, it was just a 73" diameter "ball".
She took it in one hand and hurled it. It hit a building more than half a mile
away! The sound the collision made was deafening! The building was wrecked! So
was the car!

The large, muscular woman strolled for home. She pushed over a condemned
ten-story building along the way. With her new "She-Tarzan" or "Super Jane"
looks and awesome strength, size, and sensuality, she had a weapon that would
crush all of Queen's dreams. But, now she was curios as to what she was going
to wear. Plus, she had an insatiable hunger for sex now! All of that pumped-up
testosterone must of increased her libido, as well as her muscle size and
density! She was going to have to do something about both problems when she
got home. . .

Part three

It has been a few hours since Vanessa turned into the huge, mega-muscular
woman that now walks up the street naked. Her glorious 51E breasts bounced
freely as she traversed the streets of the tiny town that housed the lab that
she used to turn her into this woman.

She loved the way she felt. She had super-strength coursing her thickened,
skin embossing veins. She had veins racing up and down her arms and legs; both
of which were bulging and pulsating with superhuman muscles. Her long red hair
was draped down her huge, mountainous back. Her muscles were at least three
times the size of a normal female bodybuilder's. She was even bigger than a
male bodybuilder!

A lust ran through her body. Vanessa rubbed the immense muscularity that she
now possessed and began to grow aroused. Her nipples extended to 3" thick and
4' long! Her muscles began to swell as she stopped and flexed them! Her biceps
seemed to grow! They rose and formed a peak that measured at least 32"! Her
bronze buttocks now looked like a larger, more muscular version of Jennifer
Lopez's. Her other massive arm was bent back so she could fondle her hair as
if she were posing.

Veins exploded upon her physique almost magically! Sinew and muscle fibers
grew more apparent. She was so shredded now, she looked like she had no skin
covering those mounds of hardened, muscle-laden flesh! She sensuously lifted
her leg slightly. Her left leg was now bended and her knee met up with the
other one. Now she was standing on one leg. Her quadriceps resembled her arms.
Swollen and ripped!

Her mid-section was now soaked. She took her right arm out of its bicep pose
and reached for her warm, moist womanhood. She stroked the throbbing clitoris,
and shuddered. It had grown too! Now it was swollen and at least the size of
her thumb! It was also far more sensitive! After a few strokes, she fell to
the street and began to masturbate on the concrete. Her clit was even
possessed by her super-strength. After five minutes, she had an orgasm. And
what an orgasm! She bent a nearby manhole cover with ease as she came. Her
muscles seemed even more pumped up!

Vanessa stood up and grabbed a bulldozer that was nearby. Now she had a lust
to use her strength! She lifted the 'dozer with one hand and smiled. She
looked at her engorged arm and watched it stiffen with power. She tore the
thing apart right after that. It was easy for her. She had to see just how
strong she really was. She grabbed the edge of a twenty-five story building
that had just been put up. No one was inside and it was the heaviest object
that she could find. She squeezed her hands more, tightening her grip. Soon,
the brick wall that she was facing began to crack. She began to lift the
building. It made a great deal of noise as she began to rip the massive
structure from its foundation! Her muscles were now so swollen, that she had
to get an inch taller to support it all! Now she was 5'8.5"!She lifted the
construct above her head and held it up with one hand! She had to be at least
hundreds of thousands of times stronger than normal!

She decided to crush the building, rather than attempt to put it back. So she
did exactly that! Vanessa's earth shattering strength began to fill her with
confidence. So much confidence that she began to develop a new persona. She
even thought differently.

All of a sudden, she felt differently! She felt the same feeling that she felt
when she bulked out of her clothes earlier. This time, however, she was
shrinking! Her new muscles began to recede under her bronze skin. Her swollen
boobs began to fade. her legs were growing smaller. Her hair returned to its
natural color and length. Her strength dwindled back to her normal force. Soon
she was Vanessa again.

She looked at herself though a window. Her reflection was no longer as it was
a while ago. She began to cry. She was herself again! She had no clue as to
why. However, her super-strong form made a lot of noise with that building,
which was now a pile of rubble at her size 5 feet. She ran off in search of
some cover and some clothes.

Twelve hours later. . ,

Vanessa had returned home. She had hitched a ride with a man earlier. She rose
out of her bed and hit the shower. She looked at herself in the full-length
mirror on the shower door. She saw her scrawny, normal version of herself. She
wanted the ultra-buffed, mega-titted, voluptuous, extraordinary version of
her. She even came up with a name for her superior other self, since she had a
different personality for it, Scherezade, Queen of the Urban Jungle! However,
she had no clue as to why her "other" regressed. She figured that it may have
never meant to have been.

Vanessa sat down and watched television. A popular game show was on called,
"Masterminds". She sat and watched the program. A few minutes into it, she
dozed off.

Vanessa was suddenly snapped awake by the sound of her door being forced! The
feeble door was no match for the explosive that rendered it asunder. Two heavy
men walked inside and began to tear the place apart. One of them spied her on
the sofa. Vanessa tried to run, but he was quicker.

"Well. . . What have we here?" His cohort looked at the two. Vanessa was being
held up in a choke hold.

"Donny, I don't care about her, just get her shit!" he replied.

"I gotta have a taste!" he yelled as he ran his finger down her shuddering
cheek. She was powerless to sop him.

"OK! Have her, then kill her! I don't wanna get I'd and sent up for a rape
rap!"

A twisted smile played across Donny's face. He threw her down and pinned her
with his 300+ lb. weight. He knocked over her couch and began to force her
legs open. He undid his pants and let his 9" erection out. He then began to
stroke his long member over her face.

Vanessa was frantic. She fought to get him off of her, but to no avail. He was
too heavy and strong. Tears ran from her eyes. Anger, pain, and disgust were
running through Vanessa's mind. She continued to struggle until. . .

The feeling came again. She felt strange. Her body felt like it was on full
automatic. She began to breath heavier and deeper. She frantically looked
around. Her assailant's dick was still quivering in her face. Anger caused her
to continue fighting. She made some headway. She could feel herself growing
stronger, and larger!

Her breasts began to expand like balloons. Her pajamas were now filling with
her orbs of flesh. Her muscles began to blossom as well! soon her whole pajama
set was filling up with her body! The scum on top of her felt more aroused as
he watched her tits swell. Her pajama's buttons began popping off. One hit him
in the eye.

Her sleeves began to split at midarm, right where her biceps were. She had one
arm bent, so the encroaching mound of muscle's forming peak accelerated the
tearing of one of her sleeves. Her hips and waist were widening along with her
legs. They blew up and caused her pajama pants to explode! Both could hear the
crackling of flesh an sinew as well as the ripping and shredding of cloth.

Her hair turned fire red again and lengthened out. Her bronze flesh became
more and more visible! Her tits were now at full size. Her strength was also
approaching critical. Now it was overwhelming, but she was still getting
stronger! She began to rise up from the floor, her pajamas were now splitting
off of here and going every which way. Her attacker and his partner were in
for a shock and surprise. . .

Vanessa became ecstatic. Her transformation was occurring again. Her power,
size, and strength were all increasing before her foes' eyes. The would-be
rapist and his chubbier cohort watched in awe and fear at the growing
powerhouse before them. Donny, the man who was attempting to force himself
upon little Vanessa, still had his erection exposed. The sight that Vanessa
was becoming made him feel even stiffer.

Vanessa stood up from the floor. Her skin was now a dark, deep, and rich tan.
She looked like she had been on the beach for hours. Her pajamas, which were
still tearing, were now a distant memory. Her huge pectorals and titanic tits
put on a fabulous display of muscularity and femininity. Her hair was at an
impossible length and was now so red, that it resembled an inferno. Her arms
were so thick and muscled, that she barely had to put a flex in her biceps to
make them swell and bulge. Those bronzed thighs had so much muscle and girth
to them, that every step was bodybuilding show-like spectacle.

Vanessa tore the rest of her shredded PJs from her silky, tanned skin and
flexed nearly every muscle in her body. The sight caused Danny to climax and
cum all over the floor in front of him. both men were fixed to their places on
the floor. Vanessa, whose very mind and personality have also seemed to change
along with her body, moaned.

She rubbed her breasts and felt her nipples grow longer and harder. Vanessa
dropped her head to look at the massive juggs and her huge, mountainous biceps
touch one another. Then she let only her eyes up to spy a look at the men who
helped trigger her re-transformation.

"What the fuck do you want?" asked the Amazonian figure in a disgusted and
bold way. Vanessa took note at how direct she was now. Plus, she noted the
change in her voice. It was very feminine, almost too feminine. There was a
balance between super femininity and bass and whisperings to it. More bass and
sass in it than it was when she was "normal".

The two trembled at the superior size of the woman, yet were aroused and
attracted to her looks and voice. One of the men answered her.

"We're here to steal-uh-your stuff??" said the pot-bellied male. Vanessa
walked over to her couch and lifted it off the floor with no trouble. Her 5'8"
frame had no trouble holding it up. Then she broke it in half!

She threw the broken sofa at the thieves and said, "Here! Take the damn thing!
Here's a TV too!" She lifted the 40" set off the floor without a slight bit of
effort. She hurled the contraption at the two. They scattered as the near 150
pound electronic device flew towards them. It shattered into pieces. The
criminals traded glances and headed for the door. Vanessa ran ahead of them
with explosive speed and power. Her hulking physique blocked the forced
opening. She quickly grabbed up the two.

"Oh no! I'm far from done with you!" She threw them down to the floor. They
hit it so hard, that they fell through to the apartment below. Vanessa leapt
after them. The occupants of this apartment ran out of the door screaming.
Vanessa lifted the pain-filled assailants and threw them out of the window.
They flew out and down to the street. All she heard was a thud and car horns
sounding. Vanessa, who's now enraged, uses her awesome strength to push out
the wall that the window she tossed the two men out of was located. She jumped
down to the sidewalk nearly eight stories down. She ran down the street with
amazing speed. She was as fast as a track athlete could get. Her huge muscles
pumped and powered her as she raced from the scene. Sirens wailed.

Vanessa realized that if she could seriously injure two burly men between 200
and 250 lbs., then she could really mess up Queen and her antics once and for
all. She found a place to hide her bulging body and slipped inside of an
abandoned factory. Her muscles and her strength had her so horny. She found a
comfy place and decided to let go of her sexual tension. She liked her fingers
and masturbated on an old office couch. Her nipples were harder than ever. She
played with them and squeezed and rubbed on her swollen clit. She reached out
to an old vending machine and started to crush it as she came. Her swollen
arms were packed with amazing power. She had to use it.

She found a large machine and a giant vat nearby. Her pussy grew wet with
anticipation and her nipples erected at the sight of all that heavy metal. She
punched a hole into the vat. Then she took the same hand and gripped the edges
of the hole. The metal wrinkled at the pressure of her girlish hand. Then she
lifted the thirty-foot tall vat off the ground with ease! With one hand! Her
left hand! (She's a righty) The power that she felt was amazing. She felt no
pain or strain. She was SO strong. Her mammoth bicep curled into a massive
mound on her arm. The peak and size of the muscle were staggering. She had
bigger biceps than most men on earth ever could have.

She tossed the vat with a yawn, and turned to the massive construct before
her. It was well over fifty feet tall. Plus, it had to weigh at least that of
a 747 at it's girth and complexity. She gripped it and heard the steel being
crushed and crimped by her powerful hand. Without a thought or breath, she
lifted. The machine was being torn from its anchoring. The heavy duty bolts,
each weighing 25 lbs. each, flew off. Her swelling right bicep and growing
libido were too much for it. The more she lifted, the more her bicep flexed,
and the more aroused she got. She squatted down, while lifting this massive
machinery into the air, and lifted a ten foot long lead pipe. She used her
left hand to drive 8" of that pipe into her vagina and have her way with it.

The stimulation from the pipe made her feel so good. She felt a power in her
vagina she never felt before. Her muscular womanhood was crushing and
crunching the pipe! She pulled out the crinkled metal dildo and looked at how
bent up it was. She was exhilarated. The huge factory equipment now was over
her head. She had forgotten about it, especially since it was like a feather
to her. She tossed it and continued to sex herself with the pipe. She had to
use more and more of it, because her pussy was wearing the pipe out. She
crinkled up over 6' of that pipe in her efforts to satisfy her raging hormones
and her pulsing, thumb-sized clitoris.

After a few minutes, she came. Sweat was all over her awesome body. The
factory was in a shambles. It was condemned, and she was wrecking it for the
city. She plopped back on the couch and rested. She wasn't tired, just calmer.
She closed her eyes and reveled in the recent orgasm. As she relaxed, her body
slowly returned back to her original state. Vanessa hadn't noticed, but when
she woke up half an hour later, she did. Vanessa stood up. She noticed
something was wrong. She found a mirror and looked in it. She looked normal.
Then she noticed it. She was taller than before. She wasn't 5'2", she was now
5'5"! She didn't know why. Then it hit her. Every change leaves a little bit
of her "new" self behind. She figures that she'll be her "new" self
permanently after a few more transformations. She grinned and laughed at the
prospect.

She knew that she had what she needed to take on Queen and her bullying once
and for all. She even had a plan. . .

...To Be Continued