Mike and Jenni. Part II. By SeaRaven with special thanks to MarkNew Mike ‘helps’ Jenni Again. Mike Bernays is in his lab; he is skinny, one inch less than five feet tall and is dressed in a lab coat. He is busily beavering-away with his test-tubes and chemicals... Suddenly, Jenni Culler unexpectedly smashes-opens the locked door to the lab, and she immediately spots just whom she was hoping to see. She smiles in a simple, cute, and foreboding manner. "Hi there, little Mikey!" She looks even larger than the last time he saw her just before she swept every prize in the bodybuilding contest. She's fuller, thicker, and definitely more muscular and massive. Her white, extra-extra-large t-shirt clings tightly against her bosom as do her skin-tight shorts. The tops of her muscle-backed breasts bulge temptingly out the low-cut top. Mike drops his test tube... his mouth drops-open too. "Uh... uhhhh...." Mike looks-up at Jenni, in total disbelief. Shaking, he manages to stammer a reply. "Um... h-hi.. Jenni? I... I didn't expect to ever s-see you... again." Jenni giggled. "Oh, but aren't you glad? Seeing the number one strongest and most desired woman in the world? All because of these, of course." She puts her fists on her hips and proudly flexes her muscles while winking. "And these." She then takes both of her hands and plumps her basketball-sized bosoms, making them look even larger and more tantalizing. Mike's eyes widen to the size of saucers. A thin trail of drool starts to leak out of his mouth. His hands shake as he smoothes out his hair. "Um... of course I'm.. g-glad to *gulp* s-s-see you." Jenni steps over to Mike and runs her fingers through his hair teasingly, her tantalizing mounds right there before his eyes due to her height. "I'm glad. I'm happy to see you too." She says with another smile. "I had no idea you were coming back." Mike looks-up at her and guesses that Jenni must be at least seven and a half feet tall by now... a full two and a half feet taller than he... Jenni laughs. "Awww, how could I not come back to see my biggest fan, who helped make me what I am today? And I've gotten even stronger since the last time you saw me too. Did you notice?" "Gaah, gaah. You ... [gulp] have?" Mike nervously looks-around for the nearest exit. Just in case. Jenni nods. "Wanna see how strong?" She asks with a cute and light pout. "Um... I believe you. You don't have to prove it to me." Mike warily eyes Jenni's absolutely hard and muscle-packed physique. "Awww, but it's so much FUN!" She says with a chuckle as she looks around for something to prove her power... she decides to use the giant lab desk; simple dumbbells would be too much of a cliché. She walks-over, gets a good grip around the hard lab desk which is bolted into the floor, and she begins to heave upwards. Nothing seems to happen at first. Mike nervously fiddles with his lab coat as he watches. The thick desk creaks as she pours on her strength, making her muscles bulge massively, ripping her shorts up their sides and making her top stretch to the breaking point. Holes appear in it due to her expanding chest. The wood creaks and cracks... "Unf!" And the side of the desk comes lose with a loud groaning tear... this happens several more times as the other legs come loose until she is holding the lab desk up in the air, with large pieces of concrete hanging at the end of each leg. The side of the desk where she lifted also has slight dents in the wood, where her bosom smashed powerfully into it during her lift. Mike drops to the floor, absolutely stunned and speechless... mumbling incoherently to himself... "Hahah! Well, that was almost a challenge!" Jenni giggles as a few beakers and slip out the open doors of the desk cabinets and shatter on the floor. "Oh... God... oh..." Mike starts to feel himself get very VERY aroused... Jenni puts down the large desk with a hard thump that sends a shiver through the room as it resettles, she smiles at Mike. "Impressed?" Though she can obviously see that he is. "Jenni... you must have used the muscle-stealing cream on other people too! And now... my GOD, you're more enormous than I imagined you could ever be! He tries to speak, but cannot form whole words. He just sits there, spitting-out sentence fragments and trembling with a mixture of sexual excitement and intimidation. Jenni nods and smiles...but then frowns... "I know. Some of them were quite large and muscular." She smiles. "They WERE, that is ... but, it's not enough. The cream's all gone." She looks down at her body. "I want to get even stronger, and bigger." She says this as she thrusts out her abundant chest and flexes her powerful triceps and biceps, making them swell to nearly twice their unflexed size. Mike shakes his head. "No... I... you're already too powerful, there's just no way I could ever let you do that!" He barely manages to get up onto his feet. He stands before Jenni, feeling smaller than ever. He feels dizzy with desire for her but he doesn't dare let her know. "Awww come on Mikey-poo, I know you must have been working on something to regain your own strength..." She steps lightly over to him, unintimidated by his anger as she runs his fingers through his hair again gently. Mike gulps. "I... Jenni, you know that I'm still angry at you from stealing my strength last month. There's no way I can forgive you for that. I really thought you were my girlfriend. But -- you were just using me!" Jenni bends forward for him, letting him get another full close gander into her cleavage. She flexes her pectorals, making her mounds bounce for his eyes as she mmmmm's.... "Ohh come on, Mike, I was just having a little fun! You KNOW how important that contest was for me. And you helped me win! Aren't you proud?" Then, she put on a somewhat remorseful tone. "I guess I did get a little carried away... I can't help but feel a teeny bit responsible for what happened." "A teeny bit responsible!' Mike sputtered in disbelief. "You stole almost all my muscle and... and..." He got is quite distracted by her heaving chest in mid-sentence as she presses her breasts up against his face... he shakes his head, pushes back from her and continues. "It took me a long time to create a formula to get even a little strength back!" "Well that's good," Jenni responded in a chipper fashion. "See? Everything's coming back to normal! But I'll tell you what; you help me get what I want, and I'll give you something you want in exchange. Sound good?" She asks, her nipples standing forth like small thimbles through the shirt. "Um... " Mike looks suspicious. "I don't know." Jenni runs her fingers through his hair a few moments longer... "Mike..." She pouts, before thrusting out her massive chest into his face like a pair of medicine balls. Thwacking him soundly with their surprising hardness. "You don't really have much a choice, do you?" Mike rubs his nose painfully. "Ow. So you're threatening me?" "Well, maybe a little," Jenni giggles. "But you're being so secretive!" She pouted. "Um... so, if I cooperate, what do I get?" "Well, what would you want?" Jenni grins knowingly. "Um... " Mike visibly blushes. "I never stopped having a crush on you. Back when... before you saw me the last time... I really wanted you." Jenni looks down at him. "So, what you want then... is me?" Mike nods, nervously. "Um... yes. I do. more than anything." Mike shakily rubs his hands along Jenni's muscle gorged thigh. "I... love your strength. SO much. It really excites me." Jenni places Mike's hand on her vast cleavage, allowing him to feel the strength throbbing within. "So you like me that much, despite everything I did to you...." She sighs. "Alright, wish granted." Mike looks relieved. "You are a GODDESS." Jenni giggles. "I'm not a goddess, not yet." She says, pushing his hand into her cleavage far enough that it's trapped within the warmth of her breasts... Mike closes his eyes, obviously loving the feeling. "I... would love to make you a goddess." Jenni bends upright, with Mike's hand still within her cleavage, her mounds too strong for him to resist. "Great. Then get to work and make your woman a Goddess," she replies with a soft smile. "Urp!" Mike soon finds his feet dangling a few inches off the floor... Stammering, he manages to continue. "I've been working on a formula that would, uh, get me back to normal strength. Well, um, it would double my strength. It's almost complete." He pats Jenni affectionately on the side. "Double your strength? I hope you made me some too." She says with a chuckle. "Well... um... er ... I only made enough for me, but I can work on another batch very soon." Jenni flexes her cleavage some to allow his hand to pop free. "Well that's great; how long did it take you to make?" Mike falls to the floor, landing shakily on his feet. "Oof! Um, about two weeks." "So long?" "Well, that's how long it takes to get the reactions to take place properly in the solution." Mike opens a refrigerator and pulls out a bottle full of a red liquid. "This is the formula... except for one more chemical. I was about to add it when you walked in." Jenni nods. "I see...." And she lets him go about his business. Mike takes a test tube from a rack and holds it over the bottle. "Well, this is the formula... and as soon as I regain my strength, I'll start to make some for you." He pours the test tube into the bottle... a small chemical reaction takes place, vapor starts to flow out of the top. Jenni licks her lips in expectation. "Make some for me? But that's at least two weeks." she tousles his hair again. "Can't I have this batch, and then you make yourself the next one?" "Um... well ... er ... not this one. It's uh experimental. Can you wait two weeks? Maybe I could make an even better batch next time?" Mike smiles hopefully. Jenni whimpers sadly as she bends forward, rubbing her breasts against the side of his face. "But, I want to be your goddess now, Mike...." "I... but... oh, God... I just can't. Please wait? Please? Promise?" Jenni 'mmmm's' and nods, her nipples thickening harder... "Well, all right, my little Mikey." Hands shaking, Mike takes the flask and slowly raises it to his lips. His hand is shaking. He looks up at Jenni who is watching him closely. Just when the flask is an inch from his lips, she puts her forefinger around his wrist. She's smiling at him and he smiles back. He tries to raise the flask further, but he can't move his arm. "What's the matter, Mikey boy?" she grins. "You're ... stopping ... me!" he says, trying harder to move his arm. She giggles. "My, my! You're REALLY weak! You know that? I've got just one itty-bitty little finger on your arm!" He grits his teeth. His arm is shaking but he can't move it even a fraction of an inch. "Y-y-ess. I kn-n-ow! That's why ... I need ... this!" "But even doubling your strength won't help you THAT much. I know I'm not as good a scientist as you are, but even I know that twice as much of something that's very, very little -- like your teeny-tiny muscles -- is still very very small. So, really, if you drink this, you'll still be very, very weak, lil' Mikey. I think you should just go back to the drawing board and try again. Doubling MY strength, on the other hand, will make a big, big different. Do you get my point?" She curls her finger around his wrist and Mike gasps with pain. Jenni's eyebrows rise. "Awww, poor Mikey!" Jenni puts two fingers around the bottle and despite his frantic efforts to hold onto it, lifts it out of Mike's feeble grasp. "So, what do I do with this? Put it on my hands like last time? Or simply drink it?" "No-o-o-o-o!" Mike groans. Jenni pouts. "What? You won't tell me? Well, you were going to drink it, so I guess I will too." Mike grabs for it, but she has already lifted it above his reach and drinks the formula in a quick gulp. "You know, Mikey, that was very ungenerous of you!" she says, wagging her finger at him. "I just might have to punish you!" Tears are running down Mike's cheeks. "I don't see why you're so upset. It wouldn't have made THAT big a difference to YOU! Unless ...." She shudders. Mike looks at her fearfully. "You know, I'm feeling pretty good. VERY good, in fact." Jenni looks down at her protruding chest, which pushed against what remains of her t-shirt. "I'm feeling kind of hot, you know? A good kind of hot." Mike looks from side to side and starts backing away from Jenni toward the door. Jenni blinks. Frowns. Hrms. Waits impatiently. "I just remembered I have an errand to run," Mike says. Jenni looks at him, noticeably miffed at his behavior. Has he deceived her somehow, to get revenge? Has he tricked her into drinking something to weaken her? But she doesn't FEEL weaker. In fact, she's never felt so alive, so hot, so .... She looks down at her breasts. She can feel her nipples hardening and then ... they push right THROUGH her t-shirt. "Hmmmm. Will you look at that!" Mike can't help but look. He stops in his tracks unable to take his eyes off Jenni, whose breasts seem to be expanding and rising before his eyes. Her whole body seems to be becoming harder, more erect and more powerful. "Oooooohhh! What's happening to me?!" She tenses the muscles of her upper body and they steadily expand and harden, stretching her t-shirt to transparency, and then bursting through it. "I feel so strong!" She looks down at Mike and slowly smiles. "What was IN that flask, little Mikey?" He's halfway to the door. Her arm shoots out and in an instant she's next to him. She lifts him in the air and he hangs, helpless, against her body, resting against breast, her incredible breast, larger and rounder than any he'd ever imagined. But leaning against it with all of his weight doesn't compress it. Instead, it pushes into him, making his breathing even more difficult. "Oh god!" he murmurs. "It worked!" For a brief moment the scientist in him overcame his lust and he tried to push his fingernail into her abdomen. Instead, his nail bent back. He breathed in sharply. "What are you DOING?" she said, slapping away his hand. "You're like a little bug." "I - I just wanted to ... er ... see ... um, I'd want to scan your body ... Can you flex a bicep for a little while?" Jenni openly fumes. "Fine.....let's get this over with," she snaps, irritated by this increasingly annoying little man. "Wait. Over there." She carries him to his lab bench, where he takes a metal ring and places it around her arm, locking it into place. "This will measure it." She rolls her eyes. "Men and measurements! What IS it with you guys!" She looks at it for a moment, shrugs her shoulders, holds out her arm and bends her elbow, while not really putting much effort into the massive, bulging muscle. It definitely would be bigger if she made an effort. The ring moves outward. "Can you flex harder?" "Well, yeah!!" Jenni says, exasperatedly, and, humoring him, tenses her muscle some more. Her muscle BULGES, a powerful vein throbbing atop the split mound of muscle, and bursts through the metal ring. "Hey! Did you see that?! That's impossible!" She looks at Mike, whose mouth hangs open, gazing in worshipful admiration at the enormous bicep in front of his eyes. "Whoa!" Mike lovingly rubs his hand on it. "So large, so hard, so powerful, so beautiful. It's as large as a volleyball now!" He can't help himself. He bends over hit, lovingly kissing it, tasting it, feeling its hard power against his lips. "You ARE a goddess," he says adoringly, and somewhat wistfully, "now. "AM I?" she asks, lifting his head off her and holding him higher so that they are eye to eye. He feels as though her eyes look right through him, into his very soul. He tries to look away but he can't. "What you gave me. What I TOOK from you. It didn't just double my strength, did it?" She looks at him closely. "It did more than that. A lot more." She smiles slowly. "It's what YOU wanted. What YOU would have gotten if I hadn't shown up, just in time. Right?" He nodded. "Yes," he rasps. "This power. It's what you've always dreamed of. And now it's mine. All mine." Her smile broadens. It's not a sweet smile, not a kind smile. It's the smile of a goddess. "Do you even KNOW what power I have now? Maybe you know what I can do, but you don't know what it is to have it!" Mike stares at her mutely. "And you never will know! You weren't going to make more of THIS formula in two weeks, were you? You can't make any more, is that right?" "That's right," he says softly. "I needed a rare ingredient from a meteorite in the university museum. There's no way to get another one." "But you will worship me anyway, won't you?" She grows another two feet. Her chest expands further, half of it muscle, half of it firm, round, luscious breast tissue. "I can be as big as I want, as strong as I need to be, any shape I want. Feel my muscle!" Mike presses his thumb into it and can't even make a dent. Jenni smiles. "Massive, isn't it? And hard as steel. Harder!" She looks at it, making it grow. "Aaahhhh....!" Jenni moans and laughs. "Are you ok?" Mike asks. Jenni smiles evilly. "Better than okay. Such strength... it feels so great.... I think I will grant you your wish." "Oh, thank you!" Jenni plucks him off the step ladder in a tight grip between her hands, slamming him against a nearby wall. Not too roughly, but it definitely hurts. "Are you ready to worship your goddess?" "Ugh! y yess?" Mike looks down at his frail, stick like arms and knows he doesn't have a choice against such titanic strength. Jenni "I hope you're strong enough to at least please me!" She says as she drops him to the ground. She extends a leg, standing on her toes... her thighs erupt as she flexes them, completely bursting apart the fabric of her shorts into confetti. Her cunt is exposed, the folds swollen with subtle strength. "Pleasure your new goddess NOW, stick man!" Mike, shaking, stands up and starts to lick between Jenni's legs... running his hands up and down her enormous legs. He lets his tongue roam around her pleasure area, in small circles. Slowly going faster and faster. He then reaches around and smoothes his fingers over the taught, tight rear... Jenni mmm's and laughs as she continues to grow... her clit throbs out from between the folds enticingly as she moves closer toward him, crushing his head between her nether spot and the unforgiving wall behind him. She heaves her chest into the wall; the wall may have been unforgiving to his head, but not to her mounds as they forcibly make small craters into the wall as she grows. "MMMPH!!!" Mike winces in pain and licks faster, desperately. The massive pain of being crushed between Jenni and the wall is unbearable. But Jenni becomes more enthused by her swelling might, and falls back onto her rear, taking him with her on the fall. They crash against the floor, Mike caught tightly between her swelling legs. "You'd best work better, Mike..." She says with an evil tone, as she flexes those legs, nearly crushing his body. Mike is experiencing some head splitting pain, yet he tries to keep pleasuring Jenni, his Goddess... he gasps, licking and sucking her as hard as he can, trapped between these twin trunk-like pillars... "MMMPH!" Jenni giggles and pants in wild ecstasy from her increasing mass and power as she rolls around the floor mercilessly with him, which must be quite painful for the poor man... she's practically mangling and handling him like a pathetic toy, only caring about her own pleasure. She uses her hands to pump his face back and forth against her nearly unforgiving crotch, her juices running over his face... she inhales deeply... and her overpacked top explodes off in a burst of muscles and bosom. Mike is starting to choke. His head is tightly sealed in to her crotch and is starting to cough, so great is the crushing pressure on his ribs. Jenni brings him up out of her crotch, and nestles his face between her breasts gently, parting them to allow his face a perfect resting place as she breathes deeply. "Poor, puny, itty bitty Mike.... I should have told you before we started..." She licks her lips in a foreboding manner, a twinkle in her eye. "*Cough* what?" Mike feels the enormous, firm breasts shunting against his cheeks. "I like it rough. Especially when I'm dishing it out." She flexes her chest casually, making them squeeze painfully against his face. "UGH!!" Mike grits his teeth as your enormous bosom flexes... his head feels like it's caught in a vise. He struggles for air desperately. Jenni chuckles in a light, singsong tune as she crushes his entire body against herself. "It feels soooo GOOD! Can you feel it Mike? My strength growing, and completely dwarfing your own pathetic little manpower? Heehee, I asked you something like this before, haven't I? The last time we met... Remember that?" Her biceps swell out, her abdominals press further outward, slowly defeating his frail body... "NNGGGGGGGGGG!!!" Mike is about to pass out from the extreme pain as he coughs and gags, his lungs aching for air. Jenni lightens up the pressure so he doesn't pass out while she speaks. "Now you have me Mike. Or, perhaps I have you? Which one do you like better? Either way, we're together now." It didn't sound good. "And, you will be my little lab slave. You will help your goddess grow even stronger, more powerful...how does that sound?" "UNGH!" He tries to shake his head 'no'. Jenni just laughs. "Such a strong spirit. But now you have what you want. Me!" She flexes again in another euphoric rush through as the potion makes her body pulsate a little larger, her rear more taut, larger, and rounder than ever before, smooth and silky, like the rest of her immense body. She pulls him out of her cleavage, and places his mouth forcibly on her nipple. She grinds his face hard onto it with his mouth over the erect teat Mike's mouth helplessly suckles at her nipple..."*COUGH* please... stop.. HHMPH!" "Will you help me get big and strong?" she asks, finally letting him come up for air. "Okay.. just stop OW! hurting me!" "Promise?" She asks, her powerful body still gradually swelling beneath him... like the waves of an ocean tide, bobbing him up and down, but always moving higher... "Yes. I... I promise, Jenni." Jenni rolls over, planting him on the floor and pinning him underneath her large growing chest mounds as she breathes deeply, her sexual juices lightly dripping down across her leg. "Good." She begins to kiss him, deep and hard. her tongue overpowers his with casual and brutal ease... she seems to be getting off on the idea of overpowering him in any way possible, not of actual attraction to him...but it is a pleasurable at least. It doesn't involve pain this time. Mike can feel himself sinking into arousal once more. He collapses into defeat. "Thank you, my Goddess..." Jenni smiles to herself and thinks snidely to herself as she pulls back from the kiss. "My own little genius pleasure toy. Hee hee! I hope he doesn't break too easily..." The End.