Tarzella
by Steve the Z
Chapter 5


"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.

Dale watched as Mary typed on the keypad with the sharp red nail on her right
forefinger.

T - A - R - Z - E - L - L - A

"There!" she said. "That should do it!"

"The letters are glowing green!" Dale said.

"I told you I made some improvements, remember?" Mary said, as she started
walking towards the chamber, her butt swaying, and her skirt, which now hung
to her upper thigh, swishing briskly.

She stopped halfway there and turned back to Dale, a troubled look on her
face, her unlined forehead not quite as high as it had been a moment before.

Supporting her right elbow in her left hand, she placed the fingers of her
right hand on her chin and frowned.

"But I can’t quite remember what all of them were." she said. "Strange. Well,
no matter!"

A few locks of blonde hair escaped her bun as she stepped up into the chamber
in her 3" high heels, the seat of her tweed shorts stretching nicely across
her derriere before she turned around to face Dale.

"Wait, I know why!" she said, as her still sexy legs grew shorter and her
shorts a bit longer and a bit bluer. "I’m changing back!"

"Yes," Dale said, watching her bun come apart and her glasses fade away. "You
are."

"But soon I’ll be Tarzella again!" she said brightly. "Don’t you renege on
your promise now, Dale!"

Dale had thought about doing just that. But Mary’s hypnotic spell still
controlled him, and his hand moved seemingly of it’s own volition, his finger
pointing at the start button, and then depressing it, bringing the machine to
life again.

It hummed with power, more vibrant then before, the indicator lights glowing
with a fevered intensity.

"It sounds different!" Dale said.

"Must be my rewire job." Mary said. "Oh! It’s so frustrating I can’t recall
what I did! It was all so clear and now it’s just all jumbled up!"

"I wonder what you did?" Dale said. "I’ll have to trace the new circuitry."

"Whatever I did do, it’s working!" Mary said. "I’m tingling like crazy! I’m
changing again!"

Just then, the RANDOM button, which had been previously brushed by Mary’s hip,
came off and struck the floor with a thunk.

"What was that?" Mary asked, looking up from her arm, where she had been
watching the veins becoming bluer and thicker.

"It - oh my god, the RANDOM button just fell off!" Dale said.

"Oh, is that all?" Mary said. "Gee, why do you look so upset, Dale?"

"Because the readout is changing!" he said. "The random circuit’s taken over!"

"It doesn’t say Tarzella anymore?" Mary wailed.

"No! It’s all mixed up. Wait, it’s slowing down. Something’s forming. It says
- what the heck is this! What kind of crazy thing....?"

"Mary was almost jumping up and down in frustration. "What does it say!" she
yelled. "Read it to me!"

"It - it says ‘THE GIRL WHO PUTS AWAY THE EXTREMELY HEAVY WEIGHTS AT THE GYM
AFTER THE PROFESSIONAL BODYBUILDERS ARE DONE WITH THEM’." Dale said.

"Huh?" Mary said, "What kind of dumb profession is that!? I wanna be
Tarzella!"

Dale was frantically throwing switches and turning knobs.

"I can’t stop it!" he said. "Whatever you did, it’s preventing me from
aborting the sequence!"

"That sucks!" Mary said petulantly. "Hey! Did that say ‘girl’!"

"Yes," Dale said, giving up on stopping the cycle and looking up at Mary. He
gasped.

"You’re a teenager!" he said.

"Yeah, no kidding, dude!" Mary wailed. "I’m a skinny little girl!"

Mary was about five feet tall, her hair hung in two pigtails at the sides of
her head, and she looked incredibly young and fresh, freckles dotting her nose
and cheeks. Her jean’s cuffs were rolled up at her ankles, and she wore white
socks with her tennis shoes. Her vertically ribbed white short sleeved shirt
was short enough to show two inches of her narrow waistline.

"Man, I can’t believe I’m married to such an old geezer!" she said. "Like, you
look ancient, Dale!"

"What! I’m only 26!" he said.

"Well, I’m only 13, cradle robber!" she riposted, sticking her tongue out at
him.

"The machine’s made you seven years younger!"

"No shit, Sherlock!" Mary said. "I feel like hanging out at the mall, now!"

"Watch your language, young lady!" Dale said.

"Make me! Order me a pizza! I want to watch TV!"

"You can’t watch TV!" Dale said. "Don’t leave that chamber!"

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot!" Mary said. "Hey, ya know what! I remember
somethin’!"

"Wh-what’s that?" Dale asked.

"I remember gettin’ my first job! It was at a gym!"

A patch appeared on Mary’s shirt over her small right breast, with the words
"Jane’s Jungle-Girl Gym" sewn on it.

"I had to wear a uniform at work."

The color faded out of Mary’s jeans until they were bright white, then, with a
shoosing sound, they shortened and shrank into a pair of stretch denim shorts,
leaving her knobby-kneed, slim legs bare.

"Do you like my uniform, Dale?" Mary asked.

"Uh, yeah sure, it’s, ah, nice." he said.

"I could hardly lift the plates at first," she continued. "Even the smallest
ones seemed so heavy! But after awhile, it got a little easier, you know?"

As she spoke, Mary’s shoulders begin to widen, and thicken. Her face remained
girlishly young, but her pigtails drifted to the back of her head and joined
in a ponytail.

"And then, it got more then a little easier! I could pick up two of the little
plates with just one hand!" she said, holding her right arm up and squeezing
her fist for emphasis, making her bicep bulge out startlingly on her otherwise
skinny arm.

"I had to use both hands to pick up the hundred pounders though." she went on,
now using both her hands to show him, holding her arms out from her sides
parallel to the floor, palms facing up. "I did that a lot!"

Mary’s forearms bulked up, the sinews standing out like live wires, her biceps
pushing her shortening sleeves back with added roundness.

"And you know what!?"

"Wh-what?" Dale whispered.

"Before I knew it, I was lifting a hundred pounder in each hand!" Mary said
proudly, lifting both arms up like she was clutching the plates in her hands,
her arms at a forty five degree angle, thick ropy veins encircling her
incredibly peaked biceps, her shoulders

striving to burst through the sleeves of her t-shirt which were stretched so
tight the cloth was beginning to tear in a dozen places.

"They had to give me a bigger size shirt, then." she said. "the old one was
WAY too small for me!"

She giggled and put her fists on her hips. "I guess I got pretty strong for a
girl."

Dale’s dry swallow could be heard even over the humming machine.

"Another job I had was putting the barbells on the rests for bench pressing."
Mary informed him, her chest beginning to deepen.

"THAT was hard too, but I stuck to it, you know?" Her breasts, barely mature,
began to rise higher.

"I had to put the bar on by itself, then pick up the weights and slide them on
one at a time."

Her legs no longer looked so skinny.

"I did a lot of squatting down and picking them up." she said matter of
factly, her thighs taking on a gymnast’s definition and bulk.

"My shorts were a little tighter every day around my legs, but looser around
my waist! Weird, huh?"

Mary’s shorts slid down to reveal a good four inches of her waist, upon which
Dale could now clearly see the beginnings of her abdominals, while the legs of
her shorts slid up higher, barely reaching below her crotch.

"I sort of liked the way they felt, though. Nice and tight, know what I mean?"

Mary’s shoulders were even wider now, her sleeves gave up and split apart
across them.

"Pretty soon I started sliding the weights on FIRST, and then lifting the
whole thing up and dropping it down on the rests. I started to lift them up
and place them behind my neck on my shoulders a few times before setting them
down too. That was fun!"

Mary’s traps rose like the roof of a house from her shoulders to the back of
her neck. She looked like she could lift a house herself now.

"My muscles got so big the MEN were asking me for workout tips. Imagine these
big bodybuilders asking a little girl how her muscles got so big! I guess I
was just a natural born bodybuilder!"

Two upside down ‘V’ slits opened in her shorts at her hips, and Mary’s skin
began to darken.

"I used to sneak into the tanning booth too! I took all my tight clothes off
and got a sexy tan! See?"

Mary turned around to show Dale her tan. Her shorts had crept up so high in
the back about three quarters of her perfect, sturdy glutes were exposed. As
she turned, her skin darkened to a deep brown and then became almost bronzed.

"I know it’s not good for your skin, but my cuts show so nice now! Don’t you
think so too?"

Mary stood with her hands straight at her sides, her powerfully built
shoulders held back, her thickly muscled, striated chest thrust out of it’s
own accord with her girlish breasts high and proud at it’s apex, her nipples
pointing upward under the thinly stretched shirt which now barely covered her
upper chest.

Her abs looked like continental plates separated by deep canyons. Dale
imagined a canonball bouncing off them.

The cycle ended, and the noise and lights faded and went out.

Mary stepped out of the booth and approached Dale. Her t-shirt, or what was
left of it, was stretched so tight across her huge chest he was sure it would
explode off of her at any second. But amazingly it held. She walked up to him,
the insides of her extraordinarily well developed thighs almost rubbing
together, and her baseball sized calves so big Dale could see how muscular
they had become even from the front. Her tennis shoes were now brand new, and
she wore very white thick athletic socks folded over at her ankles.

She saw where he was looking.

"I know," she said. "And this is the extra large shirt size too!"

Dale found himself looking down at the most incredibly muscled 13 year old he
had ever seen, and probably ever would see.

"Well, you like?" she said, smiling widely. "I guess putting all those weights
away every day builds up a little bit of muscle on a girl, don’t you think -
Dinky-Dale?"

"I - I - I -." Dale stammered, his eyes so wide they seemed about to pop from
his head.

"You should work out some, Pops," Mary said, reaching out and putting her
thumb and forefinger on Dales’s bicep like a pincers. "You’re sort of spindly
lookin’"

Dale yelped under the pressure of Mary’s fingers.

"Oops, sorry, dude!" she giggled. "I was hardly even sqeezing!"

She flexed the bicep of the arm she had pinched him with, watching with
amusement as Dale’s eyes grew even rounder when her bicep grew , the vein
almost pulsing as it rounded the immense muscle.

"Probably these nineteen inch guns have something to do with that, though,
huh?"

"Nuh - nuh - nineteen ----!" Dale whispered.

"Uh-huh, quite a bit larger then yours, Dale-boy. And remember, I’m only 13
now! Wait’ll I start to grow up and get even stronger! Oh, by the way, there
is one thing I remember from when I was that lady scientist!"

"Wh-what?" Dale said, almost afraid to ask.

"Any changes that machine makes are now - PERMANENT!"

"What!" Dale said again.

"Yeah, I’m like, gonna have to pretend to be your niece or somethin’, I guess,
till I get a little bigger." Mary winked. "Maybe in a couple of years we can
get somethin’ on, old man."

"A couple..." Dale’s voice trailed off, he sank into a chair and put his face
in his hands.

Mary was halfway up the stairs before he realized she was leaving.

"Hey! Where are you going!" he said.

"Why, to get a job at a gym!" she said. "I don’t think I’ll have a problem
doing that, do you?" She did a side biceps pose for Dale. "And then I can lift
weights for free! See you later - dad!"

THE END