A Lil’ Growth
By Masschine
A guy with a special talent gets in trouble for doing it again

masschine@earthlink.net

I originally posted this in installments on Wreckshop’s boards.


I see a cute woman walking the street and shake my head. To damn thin. So I watch as her 
calves swell and flex. Mmmmm bigger. Her thighs begin to bulge and the sides of her skirt 
tighten and stretch, threads give way as her buttocks become nice and round. Power packed. 
I watch the back of her shirt become taut as her lats swelled outward adding width and 
thickness. Her traps climbed the back of her neck until they began to disappear under 
her short black hair. Her shoulders broadened, grew round as the delts ripened. 
I watched her triceps bulge and grow and her forearms expand. 
I looked up for a second and saw the don't walk sign flash. She stopped. Tourist. I 
continued across the street confidant in my ability in judging traffic from years of 
working in the city. Besides it would give me a chance to see her from the front. 
Hmm a little serious looking but cute. Ok got to finish this fast. Her abs tighten and 
I see the waist of her skirt ride differently. Her pecs explode with rapid growth and... 
What the heck let's throw in some more breast size, her new chest can handle a cup size 
or four? Yeah perfect. 
Ooh she smiled at me. Definitely cute.
As she continues past I give every muscle group a little boost pushing her frame to the limits.
I watch as she walks away that powerful figure just exploding with sexy strength. It just looks so damn go... 
"Are you at it again?" A strong feminine voice asked me just as an even stronger hand grabbed my shoulder.
"Ah... Hi honey." I said as I turned and looked at my wife. She is almost as tall as I am 
but because of the way the ability I have works about 20 pounds heavier. Astounding muscles 
just rippled through her clothes garnishing stares from people around us.
She grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked me forward her eyes blazing through me searing the 
wall behind me. "How many times have I told you only when they ask for it. Do you know what 
it feels like to suddenly find your world turned upside down?" I almost fell over when she 
let go of me. "Wait here."
Because of her affinity with the power I have she can see the people I've transformed. The 
transformation itself begins when the subject falls asleep but then when they wake up their 
bodies have changed. Another quirk seems it works better on women then on guys. S'ok with me 
since I like the gals anyway. 
A few minutes later my wife came over with the girl I'd been enhancing. A hell the girl looked 
pissed. "You?" She stared at me. "You wanted to make me like her?" She pointed to my wife. 
My wife glared at me. It was strange seeing the two of them, both angry with me both intimidating 
me. The girl must've been about a third of my wife's size but still she had the stare.
"Uh sorry."
"What? I barely heard that?" 
damn how do they do that? "Sorry. I... I can't help myself sometimes." I mean I weigh in 
at 300 at 6' 2", my wife's an even 6 foot and 320 but this gal must be 5' 2" and 90 
pounds if she's lucky.
My wife started in. "She's staying with us tonight. If she doesn't like it you can change 
her back in the morning." She leaned over and whispered up at me. "And if she's too big 
you know what you have to do." 
I spent most of that night looking at my computer. I tried a game but I just couldn't 
concentrate. My wife and the girl were busy talking in the next room. The girl kept asking 
my wife what it was like to be big and could she flex for her then could she touch it. 
I felt like I was going to scream the tension in me was building so high I thought my head would pop.
Finally I got tired and said good night and went up and lay in bed waiting for my wife to 
come up. She got the girl set up and came up a while later and started to undress. 
Damn I loved watching her undress. Even when she didn't do it to be sexy the flexing of her 
muscle, the changing morphology just turned me on something furious.
She noticed and with a flirty smile she slipped under the sheets. Her strong hand caressed 
my thigh then moved closer as we kissed she brushed my manhood just as her lips reached my ear.
"Good night." 
During the night she slept on the couch. It was a big couch but as the evening went on it 
grew smaller. Or, rather she grew bigger. Her muscles swelled and grew. Cells gorging on 
the magical power until the reached their maximum size. Still more power flowed into them 
so they divided and began to grow anew as the power continued to flow. 
Her arms and legs grew thick, massive with curves until now she'd never had a chance of 
attaining. Her chest deepened, lats grew broader and the nightshirt burst from her body. 
Her legs grew titanic. Quads and calves grew into pillars of strength. Her panties became 
tighter and tighter as her buttocks grew round and hard until they sought escape. There 
was two ways this would end. Either they would rip or disappear between the millstone 
glutes. They did the later.
Now her abs tightened and rose as the fat melted away from beneath her skin moving to her 
breasts where they were free to grow. Soon it stopped the transformation complete and she 
slept undisturbed for the rest of the night. 
I woke that morning and stretched surprised I'd slept so soundly that my wife had gotten up 
without my noticing. I was frustrated not exhausted. Then I remembered our guest and I quickly 
pulled on my sweats and a T-shirt. I wanted to run like a kid on Christmas morning but I 
controlled myself and walked casually downstairs. My wife and the young woman were sitting 
at the kitchen table.
"So is she big enough?"
The girl stood up and flexed and my eyes practically popped out of their sockets. She was 
huge. She probably weighed as much as I do yet she was half a foot shorter. Huge over 
developed curves exploded from every available inch of her frame, her tremendous physique 
crawling with rippling muscles and the grapefruit sized breasts looked like they wanted to 
bust out of the T-shirt she was wearing. One of my t-shirts! 
"I... I... Didn't think I made her that big." I stammered. "Is sh.. I mean are you ok with it?"
She sauntered over to me and grabbing my head she yanked me down to her and then sweetly 
kissed me on the cheek. "I love it."
We set her up with a set of clothing and gave her some cash so she could buy some more. I 
watched the stunned looks of the people on the street as she flagged down a cab with arms 
bigger than most men's thighs. It was even more amusing to see the cab settle some to one 
side as she got in.
I closed the door and turned around to see my wife staring at me her thick powerful arms 
crossed on her own massive chest. "You know I don't want anyone out there bigger than me."
"But you are taller than she is."
"Yes but proportionally she was bigger than I am."
"Well, yeah but."
"No buts. Do it."
"Ok." I said reluctantly and imagined her even larger than she was now. Muscles exploding out 
of her clothes as she reached a level of development seen only in some artists’ works I'd seen 
on line. I made her frame larger and increased her mass more to match. "Uh breasts too?" I asked.
"Yeah, I figure my back'll be strong enough."
I nodded and increased her breast size a little beyond a proportional increase. 
"Ok I'm headed for the gym. No more unauthorized enhancements."
"Ok."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
She gave me a kiss that made me rise. "Later." And bounded out the door on those gloriously 
massive legs. Legs that tomorrow would be even bigger. Supporting a body that would be even 
bigger. I can't believe it took me so long to get her there. I can't wait.


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