One Day In the Lair
By Rick Powers
Mighty morphin madness.


It was hopeless. The girl was strapped down to the table and couldn't budge an
inch of her body. All she could do was scream. Which she did.

"What are you doing to me? Let me go! This is insane! Are you a monster? Are
you MAD?!?"

"Note to self, gag the subject next time," a man with wild white hair mumbled
to himself as he busily pushed buttons, flipped switches, and spun dials. "And
NO! I am not MAD! I know exactly what I'm doing!"

The man was wearing a long white lab coat over his usual attire: Hawaiian
shirt and Dockers. The girl was dressed as a maid, short skirt, low cut
bustier, short puffy sleeves, with a tiny apron in front.

The doctor reviewed his options on a computer screen, "Hmmmm ... height? Oh I
think six feet tall would be appropriate, any more and everything just gets
out of hand. Well, maybe 6' 4". Breasts? Let's see what choices we have for
this height range," he clicked on an options drop down menu. "grapefruit,
soccer ball, basketball, beach ball ... I think soccer ball will do. And now
Biceps Menu." He paused as he looked over the available options, "Drat, this
only goes up to 30 inches. Ah well, an artist must work within the constraints
of his medium. 27 inches."

"Let me go! I'll do anything for you, just don't do this!"

"Mmm-hmmm-mmm, I'm not listening," he hummed to himself, "I can't hear you.
Now where was I ? Oh yes, Strength Level. Damn, it's in exponents!" he cursed
as he viewed the list of options, "ten the the one? Ten to the 2? Aaahh, I
hate math! That's the reason I studied Psychology in school! Oh bother, ten to
the 3 sounds okay."

"Wait, you're putting me through all this and you're only going to make me a
thousand times stronger?"

"Oh, is that what that means? Don't you think that's sufficient?"

"Well, I'm not the MAD scientist around here," the girl exclaimed, "but I
would think that you might, I don't know, punch it up a little. Make it a bit
more dramatic."

"Alright. Fine, Miss Smartypants. 10 to the ... hmmm ... the 7! How's that?!?
And I'm not MAD! I just have a hard time expressing my anger and frustrations
sometimes." He stood up from the console and lowered his goggles while he
reached for a large lever. "And now with the throwing of this ..."

"Wait, wait just a second," the girl protested once more, "just boobs and
biceps? Is that it?

"Of course not! My ingenious machine automatically fills in the rest of the
body as well without all the boring details. And now! With the throwing of
this switch ..."

"What about my clothes?"

"What? What about your clothes? They'll rip to shreds as your muscles burst
through them."

"But this is my only maid's uniform."

"Aarrrgh! Fine!" the doc yelled back as he pushed up his goggles and furiously
began flipping other switches and spinning other dials. "Hah! My genius knows
no bounds! I have just now modulated my growth ray to increase the
stretchability of your clothing."

A sinister smile spread across his face as he lowered his goggles once more,
"AND NOW!! With the throwing of this switch ... so ... the DIE IS CAST!!"

The massive machine above the girl's head sparked to life, the internal
humming growing louder and louder until the sound was shaking the room. Lights
began flashing in ever increasing speed. The girl tensed her entire body,
anticipating the immediate destruction of her body, the total cellular
disintegration of her being. A telescoping barrel approached her prone body
and seemed to scan her looking for the appropriate spot, finally settling on
her chest, of course.

When the sound and the lights had reached a crescendo, the lights in the lab
flickered as the machine emitted its potent ray. Okay, actually it was more
like a flashlight that someone pointed at the girl's chest for a couple of
seconds.

The lights in the lab came back up and the barrel of the mighty ray gun
retracted. "What?!? That's it? All this build up and that's the best you can
do? I didn't feel a thing! No bone crunching growth, no rising surge of power,
no ripping and tearing of clothes. Just ... phhht ... nuthin'"

Even through his goggles it was clear that the doc was scowling at the
belittling comments of his captive, "Wait for it ..."

"I mean what kind of super powerful ray thingy was that ..."

"Wait for it ..."

"I got you all wrong, you're not MAD, you're just SAAAAAaaahhh ..."

The girl never got to finish her last taunt, as a power beyond imagining
welled up within her. Every muscle, every fiber, every cell, every molecule,
every atom, every electron and proton in her body began reacting to the doc's
strange ray. Her limbs all began growing, stretching, and then her muscles
began bulging larger than any female bodybuilder. Finally two huge breasts
pushed majestically upward nearly ripping through her bustier.

The whole process took mere seconds and the poor girl was left panting. It
wasn't that it was painful or even unpleasant; it just felt like she had been
turned inside out.

"If it feels like you just got turned inside out, it's because that's what my
machine does. It sets off a nucular chain reaction in your cells, using your
own internal energy to ..."

"That's 'nuclear' doc and spare me the long winded explanations," the prone
girl said with her eyes still shut, "cause it's clobbering time!" With one
smooth move, the girl broke through the heavy bonds that held her to the
table. And she broke the table as well.

She stood next to the table and ripped the ten ton cement table from the floor
with one hand while flexing her other perfect 27 inch bicep. Suddenly the
bustier began ripping down the front, exposing even more of her now soccer
ball sized tits.

"Hey," she said slamming the table down for effect, shaking the entire
building, "you said my clothes would stretch with me!"

"I lied. I can't change the molecular structure of clothing. Who do you think
I am, Reed Richards?"

That's it! I'm so out of here. After I destroy this lab and crush you like a
bug. And no one can stop me cause you made me as strong as 10,000,000 men."
She stepped toward the smaller man, who interestingly enough was showing no
signs of fear.

"Hah! Who do you think you're dealing with? I'm not stupid enough to give you
the strength of 10,000,000 men! I set your strength level to only 10 to the
5!"

The girl paused to consider his revelation. "Okay," she said as she picked up
a one ton piece of the shattered table and proceeded to compress it with her
hands until it exploded into little tiny chunks, "I'll settle for the strength
of 100,000 men. That makes me about four times as strong as the Hulk!" She
brushed the dust from her hands, "And now for my revenge ..."

"Freeze!" the doc commanded. And she did. In fact, for all of her new power,
she couldn't move a muscle.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I also selected the 'Mind Control' option in
the Advanced Selections window." His eyes burned with sinister delight and
desire, "And now you are my perfect Muscle Slave!"

"Come my Muscle Slave, come here and kneel before me!" the doc commanded in
his best MAD scientist voice. "Ha! ... HA ha ... uh ... ah HA ... Still not
right. I've got to work on my sinister laugh."

The super girl complied precisely as she had been told, and found herself
kneeling in front of her tormentor.

"Now, you will do MY bidding. Understood?"

"Yes, master, I will do your bidding."

"Good." The doc looked around and rather sheepishly produced a large jar. "The
first thing I want you to do," he handed his new creation the jar, "is to
unscrew this lid from this pickle jar. I can never do this."

"Hey daddy! Do you got the pickles opened yet?" A cute little 11-year-old girl
peeked her head into the lab. "We've got the hamburgers ready and we're just
waiting for the pickles."

"Just a second now, Julie, Miss Amanda is just about done with it."

Amanda stared at the doc with a look of fury on her face, then she popped off
the lid and handed the jar to Julie.

"Thanks, Miss Amanda." But then Julie's smile turned to a frown, "Daddy! You
got whole pickles! We need sliced pickles for our hamburgers!"

Amanda took three pickles out of the jar and held them in front of her face.
Suddenly red beams shot out of her eyes and in a flash, there was a pile of
perfectly sliced pickles in the jar.

Julie's smiled returned two-fold, "Thanks again Miss Amanda! You're the best!"
She carefully put the lid on the jar and headed for the door, "Daddy, are you
coming soon? It's almost time to eat."

"I'll be along in a minute, sweetie," he called out after her.

"I can't believe you! You did it to me again!" Amanda now rose to her new
height of 6' 4" and balled up her mighty fists. "You turned me into 'Gill
Girl' so I could fix the drain in your pool. And then I was 'Elastowoman'
because a Frisbee was stuck up on the roof. And then I was 'Speedie the
Fastest Maid on Earth' because you and the kids had made a mess in the house
and your parents were coming over in an hour.

"And now," she began approaching him again, "now you turn me into super woman
just to open a jar of pickles! Get a freaking electric jar opener! And while
you're at it, get a new maid as well!"

"Amanda! Freeze!"

The super woman grabbed his jacket and lifted him off the ground without even
registering any effort. "Amanda! I command you!"

"Not gonna work this time, doc. When you made my muscles super strong, you
made my brain super strong as well. I just canceled your mind control over me.
And in case you didn't noticed, I worked out some other nifty super powers as
well. Like the eye beam thing. And like flying!" She started floating both of
them up to the ceiling of the basement lab.

"You're not going to ... hurt me ... are you? Who would change you back into
your old self?"

Amanda brought them both back down and released the frightened doc. "Who says
I want to be my old self? I'm going to get some new clothes that will do a
better job of keeping me covered," she motioned to her mostly exposed breasts
that were just covered enough to still hide her nipples, "and then maybe do
some superheroing. Killing you wouldn't be a good way to start a career as a
superhero, so I'll just say, so long." With that she flew like a bullet up,
up, and away through the ceiling and into the sky.

The doc stood speechless for a few seconds after she had gone. Then he pulled
out a small pad of paper, "Note to self: next time 'basketballs', soccer balls
are too small."

The End.

Comments? Suggestions? Contact Rick Powers at Power_Co@hotmail.com