TARZELLA Chapter 4 by Steve the Z "W-what!" Dale said, then "Hey, what are you doing!?" as Mary lifted him like a sack of potatoes, heaved him over her shoulder and carried him up the stairs. "We’ll see." She said, as Dale stared upside down at Mary’s swaying derriere. ----to be continued--- TARZELLA Chapter 4 by Steve the Z The next morning Mary awoke to find the bedroom a shambles. The sheets were torn and strewn on the bed and floor, furniture had been knocked over, the lamp lay shattered on the floor. She had vague memories of wild sex, Dale valiantly trying to keep up with her insatiable erotic appetites. He was sprawled next to her, laying on his front, snoring loudly, completely exhausted. ‘Poor dear.’ She thought. Then she looked down at herself. "Oh no!" she wailed. "I’m back to normal!" Her big, beautiful muscles were gone, and she was her usual short, slender self. "I wish Dale’s machine would change me permanently!" she pouted. "Darn! I loved those big muscles, and being so strong!" She got out of bed and slipped into her usual jeans and t-shirt. After visiting the bathroom, her lust for the muscular body she had had became overwhelming, and she found herself once more in Dale’s lab, looking longingly at his invention. She approached the chamber, peered within. She now had an idea which quickened her heartbeat. "Hmm.." she said, closing the door and then stepping over to the keyboard. The monitor was still glowing. She typed a letter and it appeared on the screen. Her heart began to beat a little faster. "Something different this time. Something to make me better so I can..." She murmured. "Let me think..." She backspaced BLACKSMITH off the screen while she contemplated. "Oh!" she said suddenly. "I know! I could fix Dale’s machine! He’ll be SO proud of me!" Smiling, she typed - LADY SCIENTIST "There!" she said. "This’ll be fun!" Her heart still tripping quickly, she pressed the START button, then moved to the door and entered the chamber as the machine hummed to life. The glowing, the humming, all proceeded as before. "Oh, what’s this!" Mary said, as a clear plastic clipboard appeared in her hand. "Why, of course, for keeping notes!" she said, raising her other hand to adjust the black, horned-rimmed glasses she now wore, her nails growing longer and aquiring a shiny coat of red paint. Her hair pulled itself up into a bun on top of her head, revealing her new, lofty brow. "So that’s the solution to Fermat’s last theorem!" Mary said, the realization lighting up her wide, unwavering clear eyes. She put one hand on her hip, and let the one with the clipboard in it hang at her side. A vertical line appeared down the center of her t-shirt, buttons emerged on each side of the line and found buttonholes to rest in. A collar formed around her perfect neck, and her swelling breasts thrust themselves forward against the satiny material of the blouse she now wore, parting the lapels in a most fetching manner as her bustline breathtakingly stretched out the front of her shirt. "Hmm!" Mary hummed, placing a flawlessly manicured nail on her right peaches-and- cream complexioned cheek. "So that’s the cure for the common cold! Why, it’s so glaringly obvious to anyone with an IQ of 275!" She looked down at herself, and a rueful smile quirked the corners of her red-painted, luscious lips. "And I think it’s also glaringly obvious my measurments are now 38 DOUBLE D - 19 - 36! Men! They even subconsciously program sexual specifications into their inventions! Although I do concede," she continued with a little moan as her quite plainly braless nipples hardened into thumbtip sized bumbs under the snugly sliding softness of her blouse, "That there is something to be said for the freedom of unfettered breasts. Mmmmmm...!" Mary placed the backs of her hands on her hips just above her trim, tight waist. A fashionable black belt slipped itself through the beltloops of her jeans, which had faded to a rustic brown color. Now her jeans began to shorten, the upward travelling cuffs revealing her ankles and calves, which were encased in a pair of black nylons. "Aha!" Mary said. "I’ve just calculated where the missing matter in the universe must be! Why, I’m so surprised Stephen Hawking hasn’t figured that easy one out yet! The principles are just so basic!" Mary was now wearing a pair of snug, tweed shorts. Her legs grew a few inches longer as the shorts grew a few inches shorter, the cuffs undoing themselves and becoming the hem of a micro-mini-skirt, beguilingly showcasing her very long, stockinged legs "And of course it follows that the speed of light IS surmountable!" Mary continued, as she was thrust higher by the four inch spiked heels that sprouted from the bottoms of her tennis shoes. "Because gravity and quantum theory ARE related!" she concluded, as her tennis shoes metamorphosed into shiny black opera pumps, now with five inch heels. The hummimg stopped, and Mary the scientist, her snug, tiny tweed skirt swaying alluringly back and forth with the undulating motion of her sexy hips, stepped from the chamber and with a few long-legged strides turned and faced her husband’s invention, which she regarded with a critical eye, the eraser of the pencil she held tapping against her perfect teeth. "I’m afraid it IS a rather primitive device." She said matter of factly. "But one which serves it’s purpose, I suppose. Several improvements immediately come to mind." She walked briskly to the control panel with a sinuous grace that would have given weaker men a heart attack, and then bent over to unlatch the panel, her skirt riding up her perfect fanny so far the jet black silk thong panties she wore under her black pantyhose were clearly to be seen. She put her clipboard and pencil down and had the panel open in a few seconds. Grabbing some tools Dwayne had on a nearby benchtop, she began to rewire the innards of the machine. She muttered as she worked. Words like "..synchopation...rhetoric control circuits...tsk tsk, such sloppy wiring!" "M-mary!? Is that you?!" Mary turned her head to see Dale standing at the bottom of the steps, bleary eyed, unshaven and haggard, still in his pajama bottoms. "Yes, Dear." She said, turning back to her work "I’ve become a scientist, and am making a few modifications to your device." Dale’s eyes finally focused, and the sight of Mary’s spectacular ass gave him the start of an instant erection "You - you’re what!?" Dale spluttered, as the tip of his penis poked through the front of his pyjamas. "There, done!" Mary said, deftly closing and relatching the panel, then dusting her hands together. "Honestly, Dale," she said, turning and coming towards him. "I’m amazed someone of your obviously limited mental capacity could have constructed this device in the first place." "Whaaaaa - oh my god!" Dale whispered as Mary stopped before him. She was a good six inches taller then him this time, and the buttons of her blouse were having a difficult time staying closed across her thrusting breasts. "You repeat that platitude to the point of inanity, Dale." "Huh?" he said, now even more confused. "Your mechanism insists on elevating my sexual attributes to an above average status. Surely you are cognizant of that fact by now." "I - I sure am!" he said. Leaning very close, Mary’s hand reached forward and gently took hold of Dale’s penis. He closed his eyes and moaned loudly as she stroked it, her closed fingers sliding back and forth on his shaft. She pressed her breasts against his face and whispered softly to him, her voice low, hypnotic. "As am I. In fact, my libido is now probably a few orders of magnitude greater then yours, my little husband. And I can promise you, last night was nothing compared to what is in store for you now." Dale was almost gibbering. "But....." "B-but?" he asked, his mouth very close to her luscious nipple. "Dale, I want to be Tarzella again. One more time." "You do?" He asked, putting his hands on her petite waist and reluctantly, and with a great effort, pulling his head back so he could look up into her perfect face. "But why?" "I want to revel in the feeling of power those incredible muscles give me. I want to be STRONG again! I want to experience that sensation. And afterwards, I’ll be all yours. You can transform me back into what I am now, or Helen of Troy, or a Hooters girl, or anything your heart desires!" She could almost see the wheels turning in Dale’s head. But her mesmerizing intelligence, voice , and incredible body were irresistable, and she well knew it. Dale nodded his head in agreement. "All right." he said. --to be continued--