TARZELLA




Dale Stevens was working in his basement, which he had converted into a
private research laboratory. He was just finishing up his latest invention
when he heard his wife's footsteps descending the stairs.

"Hello, Dear," she said as she came into the basement. "Are you ready for
lunch?"

Dale looked fondly at his petite blonde wife. At five ten he was eight inches
taller then the short haired blonde woman who now took his arm while looking
at his invention.

"Oh! What's this Dale? It looks very impressive!"

"This," he said, patting his wife's hand and waving the other at the telephone
booth size box with the many thick cables running from it, across the floor,
and to the fuse box, is an 'Alter-Ego' Transformer!"

"What does it do?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"Well, you simply step into the opening there, set this readout to the desired
alteration, press this red button here, and change!"

"Change?" she asked, a bit confused. "Change how?"

"Into whatever you set. Look here, at the readout."

He pressed a button next to a small screen, and Mary watched as the display
changed. Words flashed across the screen - SUPERMAN - POLICEMAN - ELECTRICIAN
- TARZAN - STEVEDORE - and on and on.

"I'm still not sure I understand," she said dubiously.

"It's simple," he said. "Say for instance I bring up SUPERMAN, or simply type
in any word or profession I can think of. The chamber will then transform me
into that character, or give me all the skills of the profession I choose."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" she cried. "But does it actually work?"

"We'll find out in a minute," he said. "Because I'm going to try it on
myself."

"On yourself? But what if something goes wrong? What would I do? I wouldn't
know how to fix it or stop it or ... wait a sec! Use me to test it!"

"You?" he said. "Oh, I don't know Mary, I'm not sure that's such a good idea
..."

"Oh, please Dear? That way you can, uh, monitor everything, and make sure
everything's all right!"

"Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Might not be a bad idea ..."

"Oh goody!" she cried, clapping her hands in delight. "Can I choose the, uh,
profession?"

"Sure, why not?"

Dale watched as Mary scrolled through the list, and looked puzzled when she
took her hand from the control.

" 'TARZAN' ?" he said. "Are you sure about that, Mary?"

"Yup," she said. "I just read a couple of the Tarzan books, and I would just
love to know what it feels like to be Tarzan!"

"Hmmm, well, one choice is as good as another, I suppose. Step up into the
booth then, and I'll set you up."

Dale flicked a few switches as Mary stepped into the chamber. Lights came on,
accompanied by a low humming.

"What should I do?" Mary asked.

"Not a thing," Dale said. "Just stand there. Here goes!"

He pressed the master start button and the humming noise increased.

"Oh!" Mary said. "I feel all tingly!"

"Don't worry, that's normal, I anticipated that."

"Mmmm - ohhhhh!" Mary said, as the rays from the chamber infused her body. "I
can feel myself starting to change! To grow!"

A look of rapture came over Mary's face. She raised her hands to each side of
her face and squeezed her fists tightly together. Her chest began to expand,
partly because her breasts were growing larger, but more so because her
pectorals muscles were developing at a very rapid pace. The sliver of her
waist which showed between the top of her jeans and the bottom of her t-shirt
widened as her shirt was pulled tighter across her growing chest and torso.
Her stomach, slightly rounded, was quickly exposed, the roundness flattened
out, and her abs were suddenly outlined under her skin, which had began to
darken, as if tanning at an accelerated rate. Her abs became more and more
pronounced as her shoulders widened, the short sleeves of her shirt
constricting tightly across them. Her t-shirt began to rip apart across the
top of her chest, the material now took on a rougher texture, darkening,
turning into a crude, animal like halter top, with the spots of a leopard
appearing on it, a thin strap going around the back of her neck, in which
cords of sinewy muscle now stood out, the rest of the top barely concealing
her rounded, out-thrust breasts riding high and proud on her still growing,
powerfully muscled chest.

Dale couldn't believe what he was seeing. Mary's shoulders were almost as wide
as the chamber now, and incredibly muscular. She raised her arms further,
unclenched her fists, and, looking directly at him, put her open hands on the
back of her head, her biceps swelling larger then hardballs, thick blue veins
covering their colossal new proportions.

Her entire torso was massively muscular, exploding in a huge 'V' of strength
from her tiny waist to her broad shoulders.

"Oh, Dale!" she moaned in ecstasy. "I feel so strong!"

Then - she begin to grow taller.

Her jeans, so low slung now that almost her entire pelvis was bare, became
skin tight, her thigh muscles were like large teardrops under the stretched
denim, her cuffs were being dragged up past her ankles and over her calves by
her powerfully lengthening legs. The cuffs split apart, no match for her huge,
diamond shaped, split calves, which literally burst her jeans when they tried
to pass over them. Seams popped across her thighs, which were growing inches
of new powerful muscle before Dale's very eyes. Her jeans seemed to
disintegrate then, the material simply dissapearing from her titanically
muscled legs, leaving her momentarily clad in a pair of extremely brief denim
shorts. The shorts then changed to match her top, becoming a skimpy
leopard-skin loin cloth, tied loosely at her right hip, leaving it completely
bare, the slant of hide barely covering her crotch.

Dale's hand crept to the cut-off switch almost without him knowing it. By the
time his hand reached it, she had grown a few more inches taller, and her legs
seemed to become even more muscular. He actually started to push the switch,
but the sudden thought that he might somehow harm her by prematurely ending
the cycle stopped him, and his arm fell back to his side

Mary took her hands from behind her head and put them on her hips. She looked
at Dale with a commanding gaze, and he started when he realized her blue eyes
were now a steely gray.

Her short blonde hair was now suddenly brushing against her enormous
shoulders, and it became darker as it tumbled past them, thickening into a
wildly curling mane of raven's wing black curls that hung to her tiny, supple
waist.

And then, the humming died away, the indicator lights faded and went out, and
Mary stepped from the chamber.

She stood before Dale, muscular beyond belief, clad in her jungle-girl outfit,
every sinew like coiled steel springs under her bronzed skin, a head taller
then her husband, looking down at him as if she owned the world.

Every movement made her muscles ripple under her skin, she seemed a force of
nature, superhuman.

"Your machine works well, husband," she said, her voice lower, commanding,
begging to be obeyed. "I have become Tarzella, Queen of the Jungle!"

"My God Mary!" Dale whispered. "I never dreamed - you would change - so much!"

She reached forward and lifted him up, her hands under his armpits, as easily
as a child lifts a doll, Dale's one hundred and ninety pounds not even a
slight strain for her now. Bringing his face very close to hers, she asked,
her strong white teeth flashing, "Are you not pleased with what I now am?"

Dale's eyes widened in fear, he glanced sideways at Mary's arm, at her bicep,
which looked bigger then his head at this close range, and he almost passed
out.

"I - I - I - ..." he stammered.

Mary held him out at arms length, not even a slight quiver in her body at this
stupendous feat of strength, sinews taut as iron bars standing out in her
forearms.

"My husband. Are you afraid of me?"

"I - why - uh - gulp - yu - yu - you're so, so BIG, Mary!"

"I am Tarzella!" she cried. "I am strong, I must be strong to survive in the
jungle! These muscles are necessary! I will protect you!"

"Protect me?"

"Yes, my little husband. I am no longer tiny and weak, but big and strong, as
you can see. Much bigger and stronger then you. I have always desired to be as
I am now."

"You have?" Dale asked incredulously as Mary set him back on the floor.

"Yes," she said. "At least, ever since I read those Tarzan books."

"But, that was just a few days ago!" he protested.

"Well, they really impressed me. I longed to have Tarzan's mighty muscles, his
strength, his savagery, his command of the jungle environs. And now I do! I am
the female equivalent of Tarzan, or maybe I'm even better then Tarzan! In the
books, he was strong enough to break a full grown male ape's neck with his
bare hands, by putting a full nelson wrestling hold on him. And he could lift
a two hundred and fifty pound lion over his head with ease. What do you think?
Maybe I could do those things now too?"

"I wouldn't doubt it for a second." Dale said.

"Please don't be offended, Dear," Mary said. "But you seem so, well, puny and
scrawny to me now. It's amazing what a new perspective height and muscles put
on ones view of things."

Mary turned and walked to the back of the basement. Dale stared amazed at her
back, at her swiveling hips, her rounded, sexy ass swaying under the skimpy
loin-cloth, more then half of her lower buttocks exposed, her magnificently
wild mane of hair flowing down her back and hiding all the wonderful muscles
he knew were rippling there. She stopped and bent over to pick something up,
and he gasped! She had absolutely nothing on under the loin-cloth!

When she turned around, she was holding his old barbell in one hand, the bar
bending under the total weight of the plates which he had slid on the bar for
easier storage, sitting on the floor and lifting one end at a time, sliding
the weights on, then rolling the whole thing with an effort against the wall.
Now Mary was lifting the whole thing with one hand and carrying it over to
him, her bicep incredibly pumped up, the veins surging across it.

"How much does this weigh?" she asked, pumping it up and down a few times.

Dale stared in amazement at his wife's bicep, which grew alarmingly each time
she brought the laden barbell up.

"Dale? How much? What's wrong with you?"

He swallowed. "Uh - er - two hundred - two hundred and fifty pounds!"

"Really?" she said, tossing it to her other hand. "Doesn't seem that heavy.
Can you lift this?"

"Nuh - nuh - no!"

"I didn't think so," she said. "I'm a lot stronger then you are!"

Mary tossed the barbell aside. It thunked to the floor, cracking the tiles it
landed on. She looked at Dale with half closed eyelids, her hand rubbing her
hip, then slipping under her loin-cloth. Her hand moved suggestively, and she
moaned.

"Mmm, that feels so good," she said. "Maybe you could help ... me ..."

"What's wrong Mary?" Dale asked as her voice trailed off. Suddenly, she became
very pale, the color draining rapidly from her skin, returning almost to
normal.

"No!" she cried. "No! Don't do this to me! I don't want to go back!"

Dale gasped as Mary suddenly seemed to shrink. In a few seconds she lost about
half of her new muscle-tone.

"I'm going back to what I was!" she wailed. "And I don't want to!"

"Don't worry, Mary. It's allright..." Dale said, but choked off as Mary seized
his shoulders and forced him down on a lab stool. She was still bigger and
stronger then him, though her muscles were rapidly dwindling.

"What - what are you doing?" he asked in alarm as she grabbed a coil of wire
and begin tying his hands.

"Just don't struggle, Dale," she said. "I don't want to hurt you."

About six feet tall now, in a tight t-shirt and sexy cut-off jean- shorts,
Mary looked like a middle-weight bodybuilder as she finished tying him
securely to the stool.

She turned to the controls and Dale found himself getting an erection despite
his situation, or maybe even partially because of it. Mary's shorts were very
tight, and she had the sexiest ass he had ever seen. Her shorts were cut so
high it was three quarters exposed as she duplicated the actions she had
watched him do before her first transformation.

"I have to be Tarzella," she said. "And I'm going to change back into her!
Then you are going to make the change permanent, you here me!"

She spun on him with a look of such ferocity he quailed back.

"Please, Dale," she pleaded. "Please!"

"I - I'll try..." he said.

She smiled, her hair now only shoulder length and blonde again, her shorts now
down to her knees, as she prepared to step into the chamber. She pressed the
start button and nimbly jumped into the opening, but her hip bumped a button
Dale had never told her about.

"Mary - wait!" he yelled, but it was too late, the machinery had come on, and
the humming and lights powered up with a noise that drowned out his words.

Dale watched helplessly as the consequences of Mary's triggering of the
'Random' button came into play. 'TARZAN' blinked off the screen, a dozen or so
random choices flitted past too fast for his eyes to register, and then the
readout settled on one word -

TO BE CONTINUED