Sara Elliot part 3: Sara grows again




Sara's 6'10 frame squirmed in heat, she stared at the ceiling with a far away
look as her muscles heated up like she was in an oven. She tried to hold onto
the mat as if she was spinning and her muscles began to expand. She moaned in
exstacy, the pleasure rushed through her body as her female juices exploded
onto the mat in a flood that drenched the room in the smell of women. Sara's
muscles began to ache, garden hose sized veins bulged from all over her body,
giving her body a green glow. Finally as the growing stopped Sara put her
hands to her face and she felt her biceps rub her breasts, and with her eyes
closed she smiled and guided her arms wider and finally placed a pair of soft
but large femine hands over her eyes and exhaled a deep relaxed breath. As
that moment she moved her hands away and opened her eyes. She knew that she
felt electricity surge through her body a moment ago and it felt good, but
what had happened, she had become so over come she hadn't had a chance to take
in her new proportions. As she opened her eyes the first thing she was an
incredibly muscular pair of tits. They were not the tits she remembered, she
had had nice tits to begin with but these were simply put, out of this world.
She then flexed her monsterous chest and it rippled to life with menacing
cuts. She slowly began to stand, she wanted to make sure her huge tits hadn't
thrown her balance off, but her unbelievably powerful body had no problem, she
looked over at her posing mirror and all she saw was her right leg. The mirror
still adjusted to the height of a girl 5'9 197 was large, but now at 6'10
Sara's head almost touched the ceiling of the basement. She then arranged all
the mirrors she could find in on one side of the room, making a giant wall of
mirror's in an attempt to get a glimpse at the Amazonian Goddess she had
become. First she flexed her calves, then her thighs, and glutes. Her lower
body ripped with muscle as veins pumped across it green and thicker than
garden hoses. Her pussy was swollen with excitement. Next she flexed her abs,
they had always been great, but now they were cut deep like the grand canyon,
each stood out menacingly, the size of a large table coaster. Next she looked
lovely, bashfully at her chest, which she began to rub, her nipples sprang to
life. But as she gazed at her musclar arm she was astonished. Her arms were
large enough to crush any man women or child alive. She smiled and looked back
at the weight set and threw all the weight she should muster on the bar and
laid down, her massive chest and shoulders did not fit between the support
bars. After readjusting the supports and laying down she giggled to herself as
she began to bench press 750 lbs with ease, the bar resting on her massive
chest, she blasted off 3 dozen reps with ease and then stood up realizing
muscle like this should be wasted in the basement. Sara looked like a piece of
scoundrel art, her viens, her muscles, her beauty.

At that moment Sara looked around to see if there was any chance that her new
body would fit into any of her old clothing. She saw a white bath robe that
she had bought as inspiration, and not only was she now big enough to wear it,
she had become to big. Her arms stretched the fabric, it was supposed to be
full length robe, but now came only to her mid-thigh and it didn't close. She
managed to stretch the material over her nipples and tied the robe at the
waste, with all her cleavage and abs exposed, the belt covered her nether
regions. As she had decided she looked hot, she was now deciding to take on
the neighbours 8 and a half inches of manhood. She began her accent up the
stairs which creaked under her now massive weight. When she reached the top of
ths stairs she realized her mom had locked her in the basement. She smiled as
she ripped the door off it's hinges and flung it aside with ease. She smiled.
"Bitch? Bitch?" Sara repeated in a hide and go seek type voice, she realized
the times was about 11pm and her parents would be in bed. So Sara headed
upstair and marched into her parents room where they were watching TV.

"SARA?!?!" her father managed to spurt out as she entered the room.

"Yes father dear?"She replied coyly

"What happened to you?" He asked in astonishment.

"Well the bitch thought she could keep me in the basement, but now you are
going to pay for her stunt." She said as she looked hungrily at her father.

She looked down at her father and decided better of what she was about to do.
And she also knew that the neighbour was a much more suitable victim anyways.

Sara flexed in front of her parents. She saw her fathers look of fear and
astonishment. "Daddy, do you want to touch your little girl? Do you want to
see what you've created?"

She widen her eyes as she untied her robe. She then began to throw her brown
locks around like a stripper in mid dance as she seductively removed her robe.
Her parents mortified and astonished as what they saw before them. She was a
goddess. She flex her right arm repeatedly as it grew and ballooned to an
animalistic size. Her 6'10 frame towered over them and her biceps had
ballooned to 37 inches. Feel it daddy," She purred as he reached his hand out
not knowing why but feeling compelled to touch this goddess before him. The
thought of it being his daughter has completely left his mind. All that
remained now, was that he sat in the presense of the most desirable and
awesome thing he had ever seen. She had known her power before, but at this
moment she realized how truly awesome she was. No mater how she looked no
father was to feel this way about his baby girl. But he couldn't help himself.
She began to get turned on that her own thoughts of her sexual prowess. As her
mother looked on in horror her father began to rub her arm and then slowly
ventured down her incredible chest. Suddenly Sara become overcome with her
lust for male attention and threw herself on top of her father. His look
turned to terror as she trapped him under her powerful body. She leaned over
and kissed his cheek. "Too bad they didn't make them like this for you and
daddy?" She got up and was gone her father feeling aroused and ashamed at the
same time. Sara went to her room and retrieved her bathing suit she had last
bought it was silver and barely fit her then, as her heart raced she put it on
and then slide by the cover of night over the neighbours house. She slide in
the back door and up to the master bed room where she found the neighbour and
his wife watching TV in bed. She slowly opened the door as they turned in
unison Sara turned on the light and winked at her man slave. (To be continued)