Tiffany - The Rest Of The Story - 
By The Captain



Tiffany felt her body melt from the heat of the flames, what body that
remained from the punishment she had taken. Her greatest pain, however, came
from the stinging memory of "So long bitch!" from her former lover Chucky. No
matter what happened now, she knew that if she survived she would be taking a
different road. After a time her world grew dark and silent.

Slowly she began to feel things again, and with the feelings came bits of
memory. Of movement and change. Tiffany opened her eyes and sat up. Her first
surprise was that she could feel a complete body, though it felt a little
different. "Somebody must have found me and fixed me!" she muttered to
herself. She spotted a small mirror on a near-by table. Feeling very unsteady
she made her way to the mirror and turned it so she could see herself. "Wow!
Somebody has an interesting fixation!"

Where Tiffany once had the typical Barbie-thin arms and legs she now had limbs
fit for a Battle-Bob doll. "Cool! I like this new look!" as she tested out her
new Bulging-Battle-Biceps. "Hmmm, I could get into this kink, I wonder what
else this guy has collected?" She looked around and spotted a computer. "Hey,
let's see what's on the tube!" After a few minutes of browsing files Tiffany
was smiling. "This guy is focused, I'll give him that. What's this web site he
keeps downloading stuff from? Ahh, here it is, the Valkyrie! Damm, I even like
the name. What else do they have?"

Several hours later Tiffany logged off and stood up. "Well, that was
educational. How come I never met guys like that when I was alive?" She looked
at herself in the mirror, "I think I need to get a little more pumped up. But
protein power won't work with a plastic body." Tiffany climbed down from the
desk and started looking around. Under the bed she found a large card-board
box filled with junk and parts of dolls. "Looks like I'm his latest, and best
from the looks of it, experiment in toyland. What did he do, buy dolls by the
pound? Hey, that gives me an idea."

Dragging the box into the kitchen, "I'm feeling a little hollow, how about a
little finger food?", as she held up a large doll arm. Slowly the pile of doll
parts vanished into Tiffany's sneering smile. The same evil spell which
animated her now allowed her to absorb the doll plastic into her own body. An
hour later Tiffany walked out of the kitchen, a foot taller and sporting
powerful looking arms and legs. The box that she had to drag into the kitchen
she now easily carried in one hand. Looking down at a now empty Battle Bob
carton she smiled, "Does a body good? How's these guns Bob?" as she flexed her
now ten-inch biceps.

"Now that I'm four-feet tall I could almost pass as a small kid. But I think I
want a little bigger action. I'm starting to think that this guy has got the
right idea, he just hasn't met the right woman yet." Tiffany walked to the
window and looked out onto the alley which ran behind the apartment. "Boring"
she muttered to herself. Then she spotted some very interesting junk piled up
in a vacant lot. "Mannequins! Those are like dolls, just bigger! Now that's
what I call a buffet!"

Looking up Tiffany saw a telephone line running from the apartment building to
a pole near the vacant lot. "With the kung-fu grip I have now that'll be a
snap. But I better figure on a way to get back in before I leave." A few
minutes later she had a pair of blue jeans, a white tee-shirt and a spare key.
Humming the Mission Impossible theme Tiffany slipped out of the window and
onto the telephone wire. "Good think I'm smart, unlike some I used to think
were my friend, this wire will never hold me if I get as heavy as I think I
will."

A few moment later she had dropped her bundle of cloths and herself on the
other side of the chain-link fence that surrounded the vacant lot. "Cool, a
tarp, I think I want a little privacy while I slip into something a little
more interesting". No one noted the strange movements beneath the dirty blue
tarp, those who saw the movements simply assumed that it was just the wind.
After twenty minutes Tiffany slowly peeled the tarp away and stood up. "Well,
that sucks! They were kid size. But I'm now five feet tall and lot more solid
that I started!" She looked down at what was left of the three child-sized
mannequins, all that remained were metal bracing.

"What the fuck! I've lost my big-muscle look!" Tiffany raised her right arm
and flexed hard. She laughed when she saw her arm go from traditional
mannequin athletic to action-figure muscular. "Looks like I got the best of
both worlds. I can move around in public without drawing a crowd as well as
make Mr. Kink very happy. Now let's get back to base and get ready for the
next adventure." She dropped the tarp and started walking towards the fence
and the apartment. The thick chain and lock stopped her.

Looking around Tiffany spotted a few people doing stuff and walking around.
"Great, if I just climb this fucking fence a million people will notice me.
This sucks!" With that she grabbed the chain and without thinking tried to rip
it apart. That she was having a temper-tantrum was not a surprise to her, but
the fact that she was actually bending the metal was. "Holy-shit! I'm the
freaking she-hulk!" Looking at her arms she no visible sign of super-human
muscle. "I like this! I hope this guy isn't a jerk, 'cause I really owe him
for hooking me up to this!" Moments later she dropped the now broken chain to
the ground and continued walking to the apartment.

By the time Tiffany had found the right apartment nearly four hours had passed
from when she had woken up. Walking into the bathroom she spotting a scale.
"What the hell, at least I'll know none of it is fat! Hey! That's not bad,
five-feet tall and one-twenty." Tiffany looked at the shower, smiled, stripped
and turned on the water.

Ben staggered up the stairs to his apartment, dead tired from another long day
at the computer store. As he opened the front door he instantly knew something
was wrong. Not only was his recently modified Tiffany doll gone, but someone
was singing in his shower! "Hello, who's there?" Ben yelled out, his heart
started pounding as he tried to come up with some rational explanation. He
heard a woman's voice call back, but the noise from the shower blocked the
words. After a moment a short woman walked out from the bathroom holding a
towel in one hand and smiling at him. For several moments they just stood
there. Ben thought she looked very familiar, except that there was something
odd about her eyes. Then suddenly it hit him, "Tiffany?"

Tiffany stood there looking at the guy she was calling Mr. Kink. He wasn't
much to look at, but she loved the way his eyes looked at her. She wanted to
"muscle-up" but she figured he was already pegging the "freak-o-meter". After
a few moments his eyes went wide and he said "Tiffany?" For some reason this
meant a lot to her, she heard both the fear and the raw desire in his voice.
"Yeah, it's me, but I got a little hungry and went out for some food. Oh,
yeah, and I can do this!"

Ben felt a little dizzy as his world shifted. The now life-sized Tiffany
dropped the towel and slowly raised her arms towards a double-biceps pose. As
she did she walked toward him until only a few inches remained between him and
her freshly washed body. In a smooth expansion impossible for any
flesh-and-blood body-builder to duplicate she became massively muscled.
Without thinking Ben reached out to feel one of her biceps. Her skin didn't
feel like real flesh, it was far too perfect, but it felt like no doll he had
ever seen. He found himself squeezing harder and harder, but when he looked
into her eyes she only smiled and nodded yes.

Tiffany felt his warm hands pressing against her arm. She knew he was starting
to put some real effort into pushing her bicep back down, but he wasn't
hurting her so she gave him the sign to continue. Besides, this feeling of
power within her was starting to turn her on. She looked up into his eyes and
said "Come on tiger, let's she what you can do. Punch it right here!" as she
patted her hard looking stomach. "And don't worry, little Tiffany is a lot
tougher, and stronger, than she look!"

Ben stepped back, her could believe his eyes, or his ears. "I don't
understand! You can't be real! This is a dream, or a fantasy!" Tiffany just
smiled and placed her hands on her hips. He could see she was concentrating on
something. Then he noticed that her abs had grown even larger. "Your muscles!
They're perfect! There not a single thing out of place!" he said as he ran his
hand over her now rock-hard body. "I think I'd break my hand if I hit you."
Ben sighed and stepped back, "You are too perfect, I know this is a dream!"

She could only smile at him. Tiffany was feeling emotions she hadn't expected.
She looked down at her feet, "I'm not perfect. If you knew any of my past
you'd understand. You somehow brought me back, and I owe you for that. And I
know that I'm not a real woman, not anymore. But if you keep treating me like
a lady, I'll try to be whatever you're looking for." Tiffany looked back up
just in time to see him turn as he tried to hide a now rather impressive
erection. "Perhaps you'd like to try punching something a little softer?"

Ben was pondering the meaning of her words when he noticed that she had pulled
back her shoulders to push out her breasts. In yet another impossible change
they went from perky C to amazing DD. "OK, but only if you promise to tell me
if you feel the slightest be of pain. I don't want to hurt you." She smiled
and then rolled her eyes up.

"Oh jeez, have we got some stuff to work out", muttered Tiffany. "Look! I'm a
doll! You can't hurt me by hitting me, at least not any more." She looked
around, grabbed a piece of wood from the remains of some kind of shelf
project. "Hit me with this, right now, right here, as hard as you can!" she
said pointing to her navel while shoving the board into his hands.

Ben meekly took the board from her, aimed for a moment, and swung the board.
The impact of the board vibrated up Ben's arm, but it left no visible sign on
her body. In fact, Tiffany hadn't even blinked. "Wow! You are tough! Are you
strong too? I mean, you look super strong, but you are a doll. Kinda like a
life-size action figure."

"Oh, we'll see some action with this figure later, but let's answer your
question first!" She reached out and took the board from him. Resting the ends
of the board in her palms she said, "You might want to step back and cover
your eyes". When she saw that he had she said, "And a one ... and a two!" With
an impossible quickness Tiffany brought her hands together, instantly smashing
the board, and sending a wave of splinters into the air. "You can look now!"

Ben had heard the sudden snap and crush of the board, but seeing the wood
debris rain down was too much. Feeling a sudden wave of weakness he sat down
on the floor and looked at the carpet. "I better get the vacuum cleaner out, I
don't want my new room mate to think I'm a slob." He looked up as she sat down
next to him.

"Hey, what's your name?" she asked. He looked up and meekly answered "Ben".
Tiffany shook her head and said, "Look Ben, if we're going to be room mates,
and I hope you'll let me stay, we need to set up some rules. One of them is,
if I make a mess, I'll clean it up! However, you don't want me to cook 'cause
I can't taste food. If you get me some cloths and some sun-glasses you can
take me places. You've given me another chance and I really want to stay with
you. At least until I figure out what I want to do."

Ben looked over to her, "This could be an interesting relationship. But tell
me, how did you know about my interest in muscle?" He looked at her and was
surprised when she smoothly transformed into a perfect replica of a certain
Chinese gymnast who's pictures he had collecting. Only the eyes were a little
off. Now he understood the need for sun-glasses.

Tiffany looked at him and said, "Ben, you're more kinky than my last
boyfriend, and coming from me that's a good thing. But this whole muscle
worship thing is new for me. Those women in the pictures weren't some fake
Hollywood crap, they had attitude and were in control of how they looked.
Maybe I should start my own company. I like the idea of guys sending me money
just to look at pictures of me. And with this body I can be any woman in the
world, as long as she's five feet tall. All I need is someone to hold the
camera. Are you in?"

Ben just smiled.