Tarzella by Steve the Z Chapter 2 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 - 'STEVEDORE' "Oh my God," Dale said. "Oh my God..." "It's working!" Mary cried. "I can feel it, just like before!" She clenched her right fist and looked down at her arm, smiling as her bicep began to fill out again. She didn't notice the faint outline of an anchor tattoo that appeared on her shoulder, or that her hair was getting shorter instead of longer. A pair of high-topped work boots appeared on Mary's feet, with white socks emerging from their tops. Her tanned calves grew stronger, the split between their halves deeper, and her thighs packed on five inches of muscle in as many seconds, forcing her knee-length shorts up around them, until the shorts begin to shrink, and become heavy duty denim, with turned-up cuffs stretched around her hips. A heavy black belt appeared in the belt- loops of the low-cut shorts, dipping in a sexy 'V' well below her waist, which once again sported dynamic abs, swelling up to her barrel chested torso. Under her breasts, which were being lifted higher and higher as her chest bulked up with strength, the bottom of Mary's t-shirt lengthed into two long tendrils which knoted themselves together as her shirt was converted into a blue and green plaid flannel shirt. "Dale!" Mary said, putting her hands on her hips, and growing two inches taller. "What's wrong? Something's different then last time!" Mary's hair grew very short, close cropped to her head. A blue sweatband appeared around her forehead. Her shirt strained across her mighty chest, the buttons seeming about to burst from pressure. Her short sleeves rolled up above her biceps, which swelled with vein-covered power. Her latspread became so wide her arms were bent at her sides. The power began to ebb, the humming declined. Mary grew about four more inches in height, her thighs grew so muscular Dale could see three distinct sets of teardrop shape bulges on each one, and then the cycle stopped. Mary stepped from the chamber, and over to the readout, looking down at it with her small fists clenched and her huge biceps about to burst her sleeves. "What the fuck!" she said. "A Stevedore! I'm a woman stevedore, for Christ's sake! Cocksucker, what the fuck happened, Dale!" "Yu - yu - yu - you hit the random button with your hip! I tried to tell you, b - b - b - but you didn't hear me! I - I - I -." Mary turned her head on her thick, muscular neck and looked at him over her very wide shoulder. "Oh yeah? Maybe you shoulda' yelled louder, little man." She stalked over to him, her chest swelling up enormously from her small waist, her thighs brushing together they were so packed with muscle, until she stood an inch away from his trembling figure. "You see these?" she said, doing a double biceps pose for him, her arms swelling up to at least twenty inches. "I like these. And I wanna' keep 'em. Your gonna' make this change permanent this time, you shrimp, or your gonna' regret it, you hear me?!" "Y - y - y - yes..." he gasped. Mary reached out, he winced, she grabbed the wires binding him in both hands, gave a yank which snapped them apart. "God, I love bein' so strong!" she said as he got shakily to his feet. "Does it bother ya, havin' your wife bigger'n stronger'n you, Dale?" Dale looked fearfully up at his six foot, four inch tall wife and paled. "I always wanted ta be big'n'strong, bet you never knew that, huh?" "I - I - no, I di - didn't..." "I think your machine is fucked up in other ways, too." "What? What do you mean by that?" "Hell, be real, Dale. What Stevedore, even a female one like me, would go ta' work wearin' hot-pants like these fer Crissakes?" "I - I really don't know." "I mean, I feal sexy in 'em, and I like showin' my legs off an all, but they ain't fuckin' practical, know what I mean?" "Well, I suppose you're right, Mary. But the machine - it - it must be transforming you into some sort of idealized version of a female stevedore, or whatever. I guess I have to work on the circuits." "Yeah, well, you're the brains and I'm the brawn now, so get your skinny ass to work and fix that thing." "Ok, Mary, right away." "Call me boss." "Wh - what?" "I'm the boss now, so call me boss, little man." "What are you talking about? I make the money, the house is in my name, I - ..." "And I got muscles that make yours look like toothpicks! Now get ta' work or I'll set your little dial to SUPER-NERD and toss ya inta' your own ma - ." Suddenly she stopped talking, a thoughtful look on her face. "Now what?" Dale asked, a bit sheepishly. "I just had a fuckin' great idea! I can fix this fuckin' thing myself!" "Huh? What are you talking about?" "Sit down," she ordered. "Now just wait a - ." Dale hastily sat as Mary advanced towards him. "That's better," she said, going to the back of the basement and coming back with a piece of leftover gas pipe from when they had the furnace replaced. "Mary, what are you doing!" Dale squeaked as she took the pipe, and, muscles writhing in her arms, bent it around his waist and under the stool until he was tied fast. "Stop this!" he cried, struggling futilely to extricate himself from the pipe, which he couldn't budge. Mary leaned over him, grasped his head in both of her hands, and gave him a big kiss on the lips, her tongue darting into his mouth and hungrily feeling around. "Just sit tight, lover," she said. "The boss'll make everything okey- dokey." Dale watched helplessly as Mary walked over to the transformer. She punched at the keypad, and he saw the word appear on the screen. F-U-T-U-R-E W-O-M-A-N "Mary, what are you going to do?! Stop this at once!" "I'll be smart enough to fix this rig, then I'll program me some even bigger muscles 'n I got now!" She flicked the switches back on, then pressed the start button when the machine powered itself up. "See ya in a few, meathead!" she called, stepping quickly into the chamber. ...to be continued...