Mary Ann


PART 1

It had been three long years since the S.S.Minnow had run aground on an
uninhabited,uncharted pacific island. The ships crew and passengers all
thankful that they had survived had each developed their own coping
mechanism for what appeared to be endless years cut off from civilization.
The crew ( the Skipper and his trusted first-mate Gilligan ) had assumed the
roles of the fishermen, hunter and gatherers for the castaways, they secured
the food supply.
The Professor had become the community craftsman, designing and repairing the
huts, furniture and tools that they all used. In addition he was also the
pharmacist, creating medicine and tonics from the lush natural resources
that the island offered in abundance.
The Howells maintained their attitude of aloofness and privilege, they
believed in every society there existed an elite class and on the island
they were it. They daily listened to the stock market reports on the
Professors' radio, they firmly believed that no matter how long it took they
knew that rescue parties would never cease in the search for them... after
all they were the Howells.
Ginger had resigned herself to make the best of the experience and to treat
it as one extended visit to a lush secluded day spa. She constantly pestered
the Professor to create fresh beauty creams, oils, lotions and shampoos to
pamper herself.
Poor sweet Mary Ann found her time on the island as uneventful as her
preceding years back on her family farm in Kansas. She had saved  money to
finance her trip by doing odd chores on neighboring farms. What a cruel joke
fate had played on her,  instead of doing odd chores on a farm in
mid-America, she now found herself doing odd chores on an uncharted island
in the south pacific. She had begun a community garden where she grew and
maintained the vegetables and fruits for the castaways. She also was called
upon to be the island tailor and seamstress, sewing and knitting all the
inhabitants clothing. Unfortunately for Mary Ann Ginger nor Mrs.Howell had
any culinary skills ( both women were accustomed to having their meals
catered for them ), therefore Mary Ann prepared three meals a day for
everyone. She rose early in the morning and toiled to late in the evening (
with occasional help from the tender-hearted Gilligan ). Many nights after
washing and cleaning Mary Ann would enter the hut she shared with Ginger to
find the movie-star in the midst of her bedtime ritual of counting herself
to sleep by numbering the names of her past boyfriends. Mary Ann would cry
herself to sleep silently pleading to God..."Will I ever feel special?"
It was on such a night that the Professor taking a break from his nightly
reading decided to take a mid-night stroll. As he sauntered about he heard
Mary Anns' sobs pierce the night air. He anxiously walked to the hut the
girls shared to investigate.  " Mary Ann are you alright " he asked in a
hushed tone standing outside of the huts entrance. Mary Ann wiped her eyes
and fumbled with her hair as she slipped a robe on and approached the
doorway. " I'm fine Professor...sorry to disturb you ", she said embarrassed
to have been heard weeping. She glanced at Ginger who was sound asleep
oblivious as usual to her pain and tears. " Just checking, good-night " the
Professor replied as he pivoted and headed back to his hut. The next morning
after breakfast the Professor volunteered to assist Mary Ann clear the
table. When all the castaways had each ambled off the Professor approached
Mary Ann. " Mary Ann I don't mean to pry...its' just that I'm
concerned...what were you crying about last night?" he asked. Mary Ann began
wiping the table free of crumbs, avoiding eye contact with the Professor.  "
Nothing really...I guess being lost on this island is starting to get to me"
she replied. The Professor placed his hand gently on top of hers, his eyes
searching to meet hers. " Was that really the reason?" he asked sounding
unconvinced. Mary Ann slumped into one of the bamboo chairs that surrounded
the table, tears began to fill her eyes. " No Professor that wasn't the
reason...Its silly, I'm ashamed, I can't talk about it."  The Professor
pulled a chair over next to her, " I really do want to know " he said,
compassion filling his voice. Mary Ann looked into the Professors' eyes, she
could see he was sincere and genuine. She had become weary of carrying this
burden upon her heart alone for so long, the despair was to great to bear
any longer. " Well Professor it's just that my whole life I've been plain
and ordinary, there's never been anything special about me. Now I'm here
lost on this island living in Gingers' shadow. I wish for once people would
notice me for who I am, not for what I can do for them. I know I can never
be as cultured and sophisticated as Mrs.Howell or as glamorous and beautiful
as Ginger...but couldn't I be special in some way?" Mary Ann grew silent,
slightly relieved finally having put words to her pain. The Professor slowly
rose from his chair, his brow knitted in deep thought. He placed his hand on
Mary Ann shoulder sympathetically and said "Mary Ann I think I may be able
to help you". After speaking those words of affirmation the Professor turned
and walked towards his hut. For the following weeks the Professor was seldom
seen by his fellow castaways. He took his meals privately in his hut. On
rare occasion there were reported glimpses of him bringing large sacks into
his hut. His hut had become abuzz of activity, the Professor could be heard
toiling through the night. The castaways were all puzzled by his behavior,
they each speculated on what must have been consuming his time. The
collective resolution was that he was hard at work preparing a rescue fuel
of some sort. Finally one morning after several weeks the Professor emerged
from his hut with dark circles under his eyes and a new beard dotting his
chin. He sat down with the others to enjoy breakfast. As he sat down he was
peppered with questions from all sides. "what's up Professor?" asked
Gilligan impatiently. "What you been up to?" demanded the Skipper. "What
egg-head scheme have you been cooking up my goodman?' Mr.Howell queried.
"Yeah tell us?" chimed Ginger and Mrs.Howell in unison. Mary Ann sat silent
all ears. The Professor scanned the inquisitive faces that surrounded him.
"Well if you must know I was doing some botany research and I found the
findings quite fascinating and terribly engrossing" the Professor offered
with pride. "Botany!" they all shouted at once, shaking there heads in
disappointment. "Please sir, spare us the boring details." Mr.Howell mocked
as he was the first to leave the table. Soon the others left as well leaving
the Professor alone with Mary Ann. The Professor glanced over both his
shoulders making sure all save Mary Ann had filed off. "Mary Ann I have your
solution" he said with a satisfied smile. "What solution?" she responded.
The Professor stepped closer towards her and pulled a tiny vile out of his
breast pocket. "Your solution...remember our conversation a few weeks ago
you said you were tired of being plain and ordinary. Well I've come across a
serum that will give you a unique and special beauty no one else possess.
After making his announcement he handed her the vile. "Here take it" he
said. Mary Ann skeptically took the vile and examined it, the vile contained
a dark green murky liquid. "Beauty from a bottle Professor, how pathetic is
that" she sighed. "What are Gingers' cosmetics" he responded "Unlike
Gingers' cosmetics which are simply superficial, what I'm giving you will
enable you to grow more beautiful from inside out". Mary Ann thanked the
Professor and placed the vile in the front pocket of her cut-off jeans. She
smiled at him, touched by his concern but not convinced that a small vile of
serum could ease her pain. "Mary Ann the rare herbs I foraged for the serum
may never be replenished by the soil but there were enough to make a potent
mixture, the effects will be permanent and irreversible, just a sip should
do the trick". With a satisfied grin the Professor turned to leave then
stopped and said "Mary Ann always remember there's more than one standard of
beauty". That evening after a long day of endless chores under the intense
tropical sun Mary Ann found herself extremely fatigued and drained. She
wearily stumbled into her hut and staggered toward her bed flopping down
with a thud. She closed her eyes hoping that sleep would overtake her. Then
the calm evening silence was broken by Gingers' ritual recitation of past
boyfriends. "Please Ginger not tonight I'm dead tired, I need my sleep" Mary
Ann protested. "What you need  is a life". Ginger shot back annoyed at Mary
Anns' interruption. "You're just jealous little missy that you never had or
ever will have anyone adore you". The painful truth of Gingers' words stung
Mary Anns' heart. She bolted from her bed crying as she fled from the hut.
She ran into the jungle weeping until she found herself in a clearing by the
lagoon. She sat on a stump of a fallen palm tree and struggled to regain her
composure. In the twilight she searched her pockets for her handkerchief to
wipe her eyes, instead her fingers fumbled upon the vile the Professor had
given her. With Gingers' taunts still ringing in her ears, she opened the
vile and gulped down its contents in a fit of desperation. The bitter-chalky
taste almost gagged her as she swallowed hard and deep. The serum had an
immediate soothing effect and in the cool tropical night breeze she drifted
off to sleep. As dawn arrived Mary Ann found herself nestled underneath the
branches of a large palm tree. With her eyes half opened she walked groggily
towards the beach to rinse her face. Her halter top and cut-off shorts felt
tight and restrictive, as she walked she could feel her clothing straining
at the seams. Reaching the beach she knelt down and splashed some water over
her face. As she looked at her reflection in the sparkling water she was
amazed at what she saw. Revealed in her mirrored image was a massively
muscular transformed Mary Ann. Startled she rose to her feet to more fully
examine her astounding metamorphosis. "My goodness what's happened to me ?"
she whispered. From head to toe her body was bursting with dense bulbous
muscle. She dug her toes in the sand her huge calves jutted out with
authority. She tensed her thunderous thighs they throbbed with expansive
musculature splitting the seams of her shorts. "Golly" she exclaimed
astonished. She ran her hands over her rippling, chiseled abs and continued
up to her boulder sized pecs. She gazed at her muscle-enhanced forearms then
as if her new muscles were controlling her she raised her power-packed arms
in a double bicep flex, mountainous peaks erupted thirty inches high. "Oh my
I'm enormous!" she proclaimed - fully aware of her muscle stuffed state. She
repeatedly pumped her biceps with force they exploded to thirty-five inches
of rock-solid muscle. Mary-Ann was fully overcome by her muscle induced
hypnotic state, her heart beat raced with a physical excitement she had
never known. Her muscles not her mind had gain total control of her new
pulsating body. She walked from the beach towards the jungle, as she walked
her calves expanded larger than milk-filled coconuts, her quads ballooned
with sinewy power. She wrapped her arms around a towering tree and with one
simple motion tore it from its roots and toss it aside. She turned and did
the same to another tree...and then another...and then another....and
another...and another...and another. The cracking sound from the last tree
broke the muscle induced spell. "What's come over me" she said as she
stepped back and surveyed the landscape of her muscle mayhem. Her clothing
had been reduced to tatters barely hanging to her heaving, bulging body.
Suddenly from out of the jungle bush Gilligan appeared his eyes wide like
saucers his mouth agape in disbelief. He stood transfixed unable to speak.
Mary Ann turned towards him "Gilligan its me...Mary Ann" she said searching
his eyes for a response. Gilligan continued to stare. "Gilligan its me Mary
Ann" she repeated. Gilligans daze dissolved. "Mary Ann what?...how?...I mean
how did this happen to you". The wonder of Mary Ann's transformation was
still new and fresh to her, she had barely had time to process it all in her
own mind. Now for the first time she pondered how the others would react to
the new Mega-Mary Ann. "The Professor made a serum for me and this is what
happened,...what do you think?" she asked apprehensively. Gilligan's eyes
danced as he tried to absorb the full visual impact of Mary Ann's
mind-boggling proportions. "Mary Ann I always thought you were kinda
cute...but gosh now you're awesome!" he said with a beaming smile. "Really
Gilligan, do you think its to much?" she asked still unsure. "No way, I
always liked you, now there's just more of you to like". Gilligan replied.
Mary Ann spirits were relieved and she smiled broadly from deep within.
"That's sweet Gilligan, I'm still getting use to it all". she responded.
Gilligan looked across the lagoon at the fallen trees Mary Ann had uprooted
in her muscle frenzy. "I was out gathering fruit and I heard this incredible
noise coming from over here, did you do all that? Mary Ann glanced over at
the wreckage. "Yeah, my muscles got carried away, I guess I'll have to learn
how to contain myself". Gilligan walked over to the fallen trees and began
to pick the fruit off of them, placing the fruit in his knap-sack. Gilligan
eagerly approached Mary Ann. "Hey I got an idea of how you can learn to
contain your muscles plus help me gather fruit at the same time. Why don't
you try shaking a tree". Mary Ann enthusiastically nodded in agreement and
walked over to a tree brimming with fresh fruit high atop its branches. She
bear-hugged the tree her mammoth back expanding with rock-hard sinew, then
she shook the tree. The fruit toppled down on both her and Gilligan. They
laughed as they both scrambled to retrieved the fruit. Then Mary Ann
positioned herself between two large trees with one hand on each tree trunk,
she pushed them outward until they both gave way. "Tim--ber!" she giggled
enjoying the thrill of her power. They sat together eating the fruit and
laughing. "Gilligan this is fun" Mary Ann exclaimed. Gilligan could not
believe how easily Mary Ann had performed those feats of strength. As he
watched her glistening body in the sunlight he noticed that with the
slightest exertion her muscles seemed to gain mass and definition. "Mary Ann
could I ask you to do something?". Gilligan inquired sheepishly. "Sure
Gilligan anything". Mary Ann said with a smile in her voice. Gilligan stood
up and began to mimic a bodybuilder doing the compulsory poses. Mary Ann
laughed as Gilligan struck each pose with his scrawny, squirrely frame.
Gilligan signaled he was coming to a big finish and ended his mock routine
with a most muscular pose. Gilligan collapse with laughter beside Mary Ann.
They both rolled in the sand hysterically. Gilligan turned to Mary Ann "Now
show me what you got". Mary Ann rose to her feet giggling, eager to
accommodate. "Now let me see if I can remember what you did" she said
becoming serious. Taking a moment to collect her thoughts she bowed her
head, then she looked up with determination and began her routine. She
raised her striated arms to perform a double bicep pose, her arms expanded
like rising volcanoes forming two forty-inch split-peaks."mmmmm....she
moaned as she tightly clenched her fist squeezing the peaks to forty-three
blistering inches. She tensed her gargantuan quads, vascular cords of muscle
sprung-up and flowed from her knees to her hips. She thrust one leg forward
twisting her toes in the sand her calves swelled to immense vein-popping
dimensions. She tensed her abdominals and grunted the definition was like
chiseled stone. "ahhhhhhh.... yes" she sighed. She began a lat-spread, the
bone-cracking expansion of her rib-cage was audible. Then to dramatize the
finale of  her muscle symphony she curtsied then struck her most muscular
pose. The bottom half of her face disappeared behind rising chest and
shoulder muscles. "Mmmmm .... I feel sooooooo good about these muscles now"
she moaned. Mary Ann was now a humongous mass of muscle, bursting and
exploding from head to toe. 'mmmmmm...this feels so good...I LOVE THIS
BODY!" she declared. Gilligan sat awe-struck once again unable to speak.
Mary Ann was in the throngs of a massive muscle trance. She repeatedly
pumped her bulging biceps. "I WANT MORE MUSCLE!...MORE MUSCLE!" she
demanded. Her engorged biceps swelled larger...and larger...and larger,
until they skyrocketed cresting over her head in bold prominence. Gilligan
shuddered in his seat, his amazement had been replaced with panic and fear.
The intensity of Mary Ann's muscle display was growing out of control. "Mary
Ann!...Mary Ann stop!...stop!" he pleaded. Mary Ann still flexing looked
down at Gilligan and saw the distress in his eyes. His soft caring eyes were
enough to pull her back from the brink of her euphoric episode. She relaxed
and slowly sat down beside him, sweat pouring from her heaving body. "Thanks
Gilligan...I still need to learn how to manage these muscles" she said with
a slight smile. Gilligan moved closer to her, "I was afraid you might hurt
yourself...gosh you were getting so big I thought you were about to
explode". Mary Ann took a piece of fruit out of Gilligans knap-sack. "Well
Gilligan It was your fault, after-all you gave me a pretty impressive
routine to beat" she said beaming with a smile. They both laughed and stood
up together. Gilligan pick up his knap-sack and took Mary Ann by the hand.
"I think its time we let everyone meet the new Mary Ann". Mary Ann gently
kissed Gilligan on the cheek. "Thank-you Gilligan for making me feel
special...this is the best day of my life" she whispered to him. Blushing
Gilligan straightened his cap, and they started walking to the village hand
in hand.

PART 2

Twenty minutes later they arrived at the outskirts of the village. As they
drew closer all of the castaways could be seen milling about the various
huts. Mary Ann came to an abrupt halt. "Gilligan I can't let everyone see me
dressed like this" she said examining the fragments of her clothing that
barely clung to her hyper-massive physique. Gilligan believed Mary Ann
resembled a muscle-enhanced greek sculpture come to life and he couldn't
fathom anyone not recognizing her beauty. "I guess you have a point" he said
scratching his head in thought. "I got it!, you wait here I'll go ahead and
grab some of the Skippers' clothes for you". Gilligan darted off in a flash.
He returned moments later, he handed Mary Ann a double extra-large
polo-shirt and a husky pair of cargo work-pants. "See if you can fit into
these, there the largest I could find". "Thanks Gilligan" she said as she
reached for the garments. She slid her head through the opening of the
polo-shirt and strained the fabric as she attempted to pull it down over her
mountainous shoulders. The combination of her titanic pecs and enormous back
converted the polo-shirt into a tank-top. Then she stepped into the
cargo-pants, as she pulled them up she could feel the seams splitting. She
twisted and turned and finally got them navel high. The pants caressed her
immense body like a second skin. Puffing her hair Mary Ann asked Gilligan
"How do I look?". "Great!" he replied. "Lets go, show time!" she joked in
response. As they entered the village all eyes fell upon them. There was a
collective gasp that rose from all assembled. The castaways encircled Mary
Ann forcing Gilligan outside of the circle. "Egad Mary Ann is that you?"
Mr.Howell asked in stunned amazement. "It can't be...but it is" the Skipper
muttered to himself. Ginger and Mrs.Howell stood motionless their eyes glued
to Mary Ann, their minds puzzled and perplexed. The Professor stepped
forward "Hi Mary Ann nice to see you, very nice to see you" he greeted her
with a warm hug. The Professor spread his arms as wide as possible to span
the broad expanse of her brick-house shoulders. "Nice to see you Professor"
Mary Ann replied returning his hug effortlessly lifting him off the ground.
The Professor felt his ribs crackle as she gently lowered him down. Mary Ann
basked in the attention and recognition she was receiving. What she had
longed for, what she had dreamt about was indeed happening. This was truly
the best day of her life.

PART 3

The subsequent weeks proved to be an uneasy period of adjustment for several
of the castaways. Mary Anns' starling transformation had struck various
cords of emotion ranging from admiration to jealousy. Ginger had fallen into
a deep depression, she was no longer the islands most intriguing physical
marvel. Her frail ego gave way to envy and bitterness. Mary Ann possessed
more dense muscularity than all of her former boyfriends combined. The
Howells though personally repulsed by Mary Anns appearance, realized that
she could become the "Ninth Wonder of the World" if properly promoted. They
fantasied about the profits that would roll in from the skillful marketing
of Mega-Mary Ann. The Professor revealed in all the excitement surrounding
the new Mary Ann. He felt a great deal of personal satisfaction that he had
enabled her to achieve her dream. The Skippers' reaction to Mary Ann was a
conflicted one, he was both attracted and repelled by her. He had always
been the biggest and strongest person on the island, now he was dwarfed by
Mary Anns' unbelievable development. Yet there was an undeniable
attractiveness to sweet Mary Ann posing all that raw-brute muscle. Meanwhile
Gilligan and Mary Ann grew increasingly close, they became inseparable. Mary
Ann decided to resume her old duties with Gilligan as her able assistant.
They enjoyed working together and in their free time Gilligan would help
Mary Ann train to master her muscles. Gilligan devised new training
techniques to fine-tune Mary Anns' astonishing physique. Duffel bags filled
with stone became free-weights, assorted trees became bar-bels, the natural
mountainous terrain became a tred-mill. With each passing day Mary Ann
continued to pack muscle on top of muscle. She designed a new wardrobe for
herself that accentuated her mind-blowing proportions and allowed her body
to blossom to its full glory. As she trained she remained mindful of the
potential risk of sercuming to a muscle-crazed episode. In her altered state
she was capeable of uncalcalable carnage. Many work-out sessions end
abruptly as she recognized she was approaching the brink. With time she had
become disaplined and proficent in muscle-management. Unfortunately for Mary
Ann the ground-swell of unrest among the castaways concerning her had
reached a fevered pinch. Due to her unpresidented power Mary Ann had
innocently caused major damage to the villiage. She had tore doors off the
henges, broken furniture and tools by merely handling them and her ravenous
appetite had a devastating effect on the food supply. Then one day
catastophy stuck.....

PART 4

The Skippers' ambivalent feelings towards Mary Ann had crystallized into
fear. As she mushroomed daily with more muscle his position as the biggest
and the strongest inhabitant on the island became a faint memory of the
past. In addition, Gilligan who was once his loyal first-mate had virtually
abandoned him to become Mary Anns' constant companion. One afternoon as Mary
Ann and Gilligan returned from a vigorous workout the Skipper belligerently
confronted them. "Hey you two get over here!" he yelled as he was seated at
the meal table. Mary Ann and Gilligan looked at each other surprised and
puzzled at the harsh tone in the Skippers' voice. "Whats the matter
Skipper?" Gilligan asked innocently. "She the matter lil'buddy and I'm about
to change that right now" as he spoke he placed his right elbow on the table
poised for an arm-wrestling challenge, then with his left hand he pointed to
Mary Ann and gestured that she sit opposite him. "Skipper whats this all
about?" Mary Ann protested. "Just sit down!" he barked in response. Mary Ann
and Gilligan glanced at one another both realizing there was no avoiding the
inevitable. Mary Ann slowly sat down opposite the Skipper, her chair creaked
under her massive weight. Gilligan walked around the table. "You don't have
to do this Skipper" he appealed. "I don't care how she looks she still a
girl. In all my years in the navy no ones ever been able to beat me...no
one! Not even men twice my size...get your arm up on the table girl, lets do
this!" he growled. Mary Ann surrendered to the Skippers demands and slowly
raised her arm into position. As she rested her elbow on the table her bicep
was a ballistic cannonball in its rested state. The Skipper and Mary Ann
locked hands together. Gilligan assisted them in adjusting their arms and
wrists. "Okay lil'girl, on the count of three" the Skipper sneered, his eyes
grew narrow with intensity. "One...two...three!" Mary Ann had decided not to
humiliate the Skipper, she would merely maintain her upright position and
let the contest be pronounced a draw. The Skippers' face reddened and
contorted with strain as he applied all the force he could muster to budge
Mary Anns' arm. Mary Ann wasn't applying any pressure nor feeling any of the
Skippers, she sat totally relaxed and glanced over at Gilligan and smiled.
This infuriated the Skipper, enraged he placed both his arms against her one
and jumped to his feet for greater leverage. "Hey Skipper thats not fair!"
Gilligan protested. The Skippers provocation stirred something deep within
Mary Ann. "So you want to play" she said sternly "Lets play". First she
contracted her bicep, it bunched to a behemoth forty-six inches. She looked
down at her arm with pride and looked up at the Skipper. "Thats not
enough...theres more to come". Sweat glisten off her arm as she powered more
and more muscle into her arm, the raising peak touched her forearm near the
wrist. She flexed her wrist and a rock-hard peak skyrocketed blasting to
fifty inches. "mmmmm...yeah...man overboard!" she giggled bringing her
power-packed arm down and sending the Skipper crashing through the table.
Splinters flew as the three-hundred pound sailor landed under the table at
Mary Anns' feet. "She broke my arm!" the skipper yelled in excruciating
pain. The Skippers' painful cries pulled Mary Ann back from the brink.
"Skipper I'm...I'm so sorry" Mary Ann pleaded as she bent down and lifted
him in her arms as if he were a wounded toddler. "Put me down you freak!"
the Skipper shouted. Mary Ann placed him back down on the ground as he
squirmed in agony murmuring "She broke my arm...that freak broke my arm".
Gilligan dazed by what had occurred turned to Mary Ann " It was an
accident...It wasn't your fault, we'll explain it to everyone" he said
distressed. Later that evening there was a meeting convened of all the
castaways. The topic of the meeting was Mary Anns' mounting detrimental
effect on the village. A vote was taken, and the result was to banish her to
the other side of the island. Gilligan and the Professor wanted Mary Ann to
remain but they were out-voted by the Skipper, the Howells and Ginger.
Gilligan was devastated by the vote and couldn't bear facing Mary Ann with
the heartbreaking news. The Professor feeling indirectly responsible
volunteered to tell her. Mary Ann had been asked to wait inside her hut
until the conclusion of the meeting. "Mary Ann may I speak with you" the
Professor said standing at the doorway. "Sure Professor...I'm terribly sorry
about everything...I've tried to keep this body under control but it just
slips away from me at times." she said apologetically hanging her head. The
Professor soberly looked at Mary Ann "No Mary Ann its I who should be
apologizing to you. This is all my fault. I miscalculated the potential
potency of my formula. Your years of physical labor on your family farm and
the rigorous chores you do here made your natural muscular structure grow
exponentially when ignited by the serum. Your development exceeded my
wildest dreams". He paused inhaled deeply and continued "I'm sorry Mary Ann,
but you've been banished to the other side of the island. Gilligan and I
will help you get settled, we'll build a new hut for you, we'll always come
to visit you...but as for the others...they never want to see you again".
Mary Anns' heart grew numb and sank within her. 

PART 5

After a month of banishment the sharp pain of rejection had become a dull
ache. Mary Ann looked forward to her daily visit by Gilligan and the
Professor. With the Professor she shared meals and conversation, and with
Gilligan she laughed and continued to train. In fact because she now had
more solitary time she intensified her workouts. The results  were
mind-boggling, each muscle fiber in each muscle group had experienced
phenomenal mind-bending growth. She no longer ran among the mountain ranges,
now she qualified as one. One day it occurred to her that neither Gilligan
nor the Professor had visited her that entire week. She wondered if the
other castaways had convinced them to leave her in isolation. Knowing
Gilligan and the Professor as well as she had come to know them she rejected
that thought. Then suddenly she heard the faint sound of drum-beats drifting
from the other side of the island. She climbed a hill and looked across in
the direction of the drums. In the distance approximately where the village
was she saw trails of smoke rising to the sky. A feeling of foreboding
gripped her, she ran through the jungle towards the village her thighs
mushroomed with beefy muscle, her calves pulsated with power. As she reached
the perimeter of the village she could finally see what was transpiring. In
the center of the village were all the castaways tied-up back to back with
thick vines. Dancing around them were head-hunters who had begun a
ceremonial fire. There appeared to be about fifty natives with spears and
shields in war-paint. The excitement of the moment created a tidal-wave of
exhilaration, she felt the muscle-urge overcoming her. This time Mary Ann
released her mind and allowed her muscles to rule. Her rapid heart beat
throbbed with force within her chest, her breast cubed into huge blocks of
muscle. "I'M MASSIVE!" she proclaimed. She looked at her arms as well. They
were monstrous, bulging with muscles upon muscles and puffy veins.
"mmmmmm...YEAH! I'm almost there!" she smiled. She willed more muscle into
her chest, it grew and became petrified with muscle. "mmmmmm...YES! She
looked down at her now monumental thighs. " MY PISTONS NEED SOME BLASTING!"
she declared. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, squatted and stood
isometrically engorging her legs with growth producing stimulation. They
responded immediately, her thighs exploded with rock-hard quivering muscle,
cable-like veins criss-crossed them, her calves blasted out to thirty-five
diamond chiseled inches. Looking through the jungle bush at the head-hunters
she smiled and licked her lips. "NOW WE'LL SEE WHO THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED
IS!". Unbeknownst to Mary Ann during her muscle preparation a dozen of the
head-hunters had heard a rustling in the trees and had come to investigate.
They had doubled-back behind Mary Ann and approached her with their spears
in the striking position. When Mary Ann turned towards them the were
spellbound, never had they seen such a sight. Then one native broke
formation and charged Mary Ann yelling with his spear. He thrust his spear
into Mary Anns' mid-section, her armor-plated abs snapped the spear in two.
Mary Ann grabbed the startled head-hunter and placed his head between her
bicep and forearm "LETS HUNT HEADS!" she said flexing her bicep. Her bicep
became massively pumped "mmmmmm.....YEAH! she said as she summoned more
muscle. His head disappeared in her bicep crunch, she felt his skull crack
as he fell limply to the ground. Two more charged together she opened her
arms and scoped them up off the ground. They were both in her vice-like
bear-hug helpless. Her forearms erupted with rivers of vascularity. She
powered up her chest and her arms simultaneously, the natives gasped for air
as the sound of their ribs and spine cracked loudly. Trickles of blood
flowed from their mouths. Mary Ann dropped their lifeless bodies to the
ground and step over them to face the remaining hunters. "WHO WANTS TO BE
NEXT!" she said playfully, her body heaving with excitement. The remaining
hunters dropped their weapons and scurried back to the village in terror.
Mary Ann followed closely behind them intoxicated by her power. When she
reached the village all the head-hunters were poised for attack. The
castaways looked towards the jungle and saw Mary  Ann emerge from the bush,
her body was brimming with rippling gargantuan muscle. The largest
head-hunter stepped forward, he wore an elaborate headdress and he carried a
lavishly ornate spear. He was the chief, he ordered the other hunters back
with a gesture of his free hand. They obliged with relief. He then turned to
face Mary Ann, His eyes roamed up and down Mary Anns' immense musculature.
He gritted his teeth and charged Mary Ann. She stood planted welcoming his
charge. He bounced off of her dazed as if she were made of granite. He stood
to his feet wobbly, she gabbed his head and easily slid it into the huge gap
between her foot deep pectoral muscles. She wrapped her arms around his head
completely immersing it in her bulging muscles. Her upper body was huge, her
jutting boulder-sized pecs were a foot deep with rock-hard muscle.
"mmmmmm...YEAH, I'M SURE YOU DESERVE THIS...IT'S TIME TO REAP WHAT YOU SOW!"
Mary Ann inhaled deeply inflating her pecs to immeasurable proportions. The
chief was lifted off the ground as he quivered in pain. Mary Ann arched her
back and inhaled maximizing her full lung capacity. A loud snap rang out and
she released him as he slumped face down at her feet. Mary Ann was now
flushed with unbelievable energy and power. The more she exerted her body,
the more her body redefined muscular development. "I LOVE MY BODY!" she
declared with joy. "WATCH THIS!" she demanded. She dug her feet into the
sand and struck a most muscular pose. Mary Ann was now COLOSSAL, her muscles
fought for room on her frame, she grew to unreal dimensions. She pumped the
pose, squeezing with force as her muscles solidified. "YES!...YES!...MORE
MUSCLE!...MORE MUSCLE!" The leaderless head-hunters dropped to their knees
bowing to worship the Muscle Goddess that stood before them. "YES, BOW OR
FACE THIS! she struck a double bicep pose and grunted, her biceps swelled
and peaked rock-hard to fifty-eight bursting inches. Gilligan still
restrained in the vines cried out "No! Mary Ann...no! Mary Ann continued to
squeeze her biceps as she pumped them to a solid SIXTY inches.
"mmmmmmmm...MORE! I WANT MORE!" she insisted with rage. "Mary Ann
stop!...stop...Mary Ann I love you!" Gilligan shouted at the top of his
voice. Gilligans' proclamation pierced her muscled-crazed frenzy. She
relaxed, her breathing became measured and she dropped to one knee. The
head-hunters seized the opportunity sensing she was distracted they ran to
the lagoon scrambling for their canoes, they rowed away with ferocity. Mary
Ann was herself again, she ran over to the castaways and tore the vines away
like string, freeing them. They all spoke at once telling Mary Ann how
grateful they were that she had arrived in time to save them. "Thank you my
dear...we were wrong, so wrong" Mr.Howell said with humility. "Please
forgive us" the Skipper asked. "I think your great!" Ginger added,
Mrs.Howell nodded in agreement. Dusting off his pants the Professor stepped
towards Mary Ann and took her hand. "Desperation leads to Transformation" he
said with a knowing smile. "Thanks Mary Ann". Mary Ann  was moved by their
sincere gratitude, her eyes moistened with tears. She walked over to
Gilligan and faced him. "Did you mean what you said?" she asked quietly.
Gilligan took off his cap and placed it over his heart. "You bet I did" he
replied matching her tone. Mary Ann smiled shyly, she picked Gilligan up and
slung him over one of her enormous shoulders and headed back to her side of
the island. The castaways all waved so long to Gilligan and Mary Ann.
Gilligan shouted back to the castaways "Don't anyone try to rescue me!"

The End