The Time Machine by Steve the Z the movie sequal I'D like to see! Joe and Jenny Blake sat in Joe's greatest invention - a Time Machine! "Well, Dear, are you ready?" Joe asked. "Yes, Honey, let's visit the past!" "Remember now, we cannot do ANYTHING that may change history. The consequences could be catastrophic. We could even cease to exist!" "I remember, Dear. Under no circumstances can we leave the Time Machine." "That's right Jenny," Joe said, patting his petite, black haired wife's dainty hand. "Well, here goes!" He flicked some switches, then pulled the lever that sent them forward into the past! Neither of them noticed the copy of FLEX magazine that was pulled into the timstream with them by the sudden inrush of air when the Time Machine dissapeared. Joe and Jenny visited the year 1930. They hovered just out of reality, and watched the people go about their daily lives unaware of the two invisible visitors. "This is simply fascinating!" Jenny said as she took camcorder recordings. "Indeed." said Joe, snapping picture after digital picture. Then, sadly, it was 'time' to go back into the future. They put their recording instruments away, and Joe reversed the lever's position. For just a very brief quarter of a second, they flickered into existence, a necessity for space-time orientation. The copy of FLEX, thus released, fell into a trash container on a busy city street. Neither Joe nor Jenny saw the young girl curiously pull the brightly colored magazine from the trash can and begin to leaf through it's pages, her eyes widening in delight and surprise at the scantily clad fit and muscular men and women depicted in its pages. As they fled through the years back to 2003, Jenny felt strange sensations coursing through her body. "We couldn't have done anything, left anything behind, Dear, could we have?" she asked her husband as her shoulders grew wider and rounder with newly added muscle. "Of course not, Honey!" he said, his eyes glued to the gauges and needles in front of him. "We were extremely careful!" "Good," Jenny said, as her black cotton slacks were converted into tight spandex stretched across her developing thigh and calf muscles. "I didn't think so." "Everything went very well, don't you think?" Joe asked, making a slight adjustment with a dial. "Oh yes!" said Jenny, her midriff now bared as her blouse became a white spandex top, revealing the extremely deep cuts of her phenomenally developed abs. "It was just wonderful!" "I knew my Time Machine would work! Those fools at the academy were one hundred percent wrong about me!" Joe said as he began to ease the lever back just a bit. "Yes, they certainly were." Jenny agreed with him, her voice just a tad lower now as her pants shortened into cullotes above her softball size, split calf muscles which were twice the size of her husbands and as hard as iron. "I can't wait until they see my write up in the scientific journals!" Joe continued, turning off the first of the relays. "You'll be famous, Dear!" Jenny said, as her legs grew longer, sliding across the leather seat, her cullotes shrinking into bicycle shorts barely able to hold together around her hugely developed thighs. "That's for sure!" Joe said, flicking off the last two relays, his hand on the lever, ready to bring them to a stop. "I certainly enjoyed this, Dear. I hope we can do it again!" Jenny said in a resonant, commanding voice as her now skimpy micro-shorts stretched around her curvaceous thighs, leaving her magnificently muscled, deeply tanned legs bare. "We will, I assure you!" Joe said, thinking the voice he heard was caused by their shifting through time. He pulled the lever to a stop. "Oh, that would be so wonderful!" Jenny said, her biceps swelling to mighty twenty two inch guns of rock-hard, vein covered mountains of muscle. "Here we are, home again!" Jeff said as the Time Machine came to a halt, and its motors shut down. "I - oh my god! Jenny, what's happened to you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jenny unbuckled her seat belt and slipped out of the Time Machine. Six feet, six inches tall, every muscle developed to an alarming degree, she was a giant Amazon compared to Joe, who at five feet, ten inches tall was now a head shorter then his wife. Jenny looked down at her little husband. "Oh my, Joe, what a small little man you are. Why, my biceps are larger then your head!" Jeff tried to speak, couldn't do it. "I think we changed the past, little guy." Jenny said, flexing her biceps and making Joe gasp out loud. "And I like it!"