4 stories 
by Steve the Z
The 1st one is unfinished, and I apologize in advance if it offends anyone due to the current crisis in Japan, but the story was written many months ago and in no way reflects one way or the other on the situation there.



Atomic 'Powers'

As nuclear scientists, my wife and I were doing an inspection tour of a
facility out on Long Island. We were wearing white waist-length lab smocks
over, in my case a white shirt, tie and black slacks, socks and shoes; and in
Laura's case, a white blouse, black skirt just above her knees, black
pantyhose and black 3" pumps. I am 6'1" tall and Laura was [notice I said
'was' here!] 5'3". She had her black hair pulled into a bun and wore her usual
black-rimmed glasses, which slightly magnified her beautiful blue eyes. I wore
similar glasses and we both had pens and pencils in our breast pockets.

We were on our way to the generators, walking down a long white painted hall.
Laura was slightly ahead of me, her heels clicking on the tiles. We passed a
long lab with glass windows and a big yellow and red sign on the double doors
which read DANGER - GAMMA RADIATION TESTING LABORATORY. Laura turned her head
briefly to look in the window as we passed.

That's when the strange things begin to happen.

I was thinking about testing the generators for radiation leakage, my head
slightly down-turned in thought, looking at but not really seeing the backs of
Laura's legs. Suddenly, it registered in the back of my mind that something
wasn't quite kosher, and my focusing eyes were astonished to see the hem of my
wife's dress slithering up the backs of her legs! Not only that, her calves
unexpectedly grew larger, in a muscular fashion, burgeoning into distinct
upside-down heart shapes!

I stopped dead in my tracks. Laura, not noticing, kept on going for a few
steps, her skirt perceptibly rising a few more inches as it hit me that it
wasn't her skirt growing shorter but her legs getting longer! I also couldn't
help but notice how tightly the skirt was now stretched across the cheeks of
her stunningly shaped buttocks!

Then she stopped and turned.

"Larry? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

As she turned I saw how the sides of her now snugger skirt were arched over
the muscular bulges of her no longer slim thighs.

"No." I said, shaking my head in denial. I removed my glasses, polished them
with my handkerchief, slipped them back on. "This isn't happening!" I muttered
to myself, my eyes squeezed shut. "You've been overworking yourself, just a
little eyestrain is all."

"Larry?"

I jumped. Laura had come much closer while I had been in my semi-trance of
denial.

My eyes popped open, and my mouth did too. Even her three inch heels could not
explain why I was almost looking at my wife eye to eye!

And her eyes were no longer blue, but green! With gold flecks floating
mysteriously in her pupils, she looked at me in concern with those
long-lashed, and I swear this is true, slightly glowing eyes.

A slight frown indented her perfect brow, and she reached and removed her
glasses with her long, delicate fingers.

"That's strange." she said absently. "You were blurry until I REMOVED my
glasses! Now your perfectly clear! In fact, VERY clear! I swear I can see
every pore on your face Larry!"

"Y-you think THAT'S strange!" I said, pointing down. "Just take a look at your
legs!"

"What? I...oh my...OH MY! Do you think..." she glanced towards the lab. "A
radiation leak?!"

"I can't see any other possibility!" I said.

"It's a good thing my pantyhose are 80% spandex." she said as she slowly and
wonderingly ran a hand down the side of her skirt, her palm sliding over the
muscular bulge of her thigh which had tightened the material considerably.

"This is just so amazing!" she said, pressing against her leg. "It seems to be
all NEW muscle Larry! Radiation isn't supposed to do this!"

"Just in comic books." I said inanely.

"And how come YOU weren't affected?" Laura asked. "We both walked past that
lab!"

"Must have been a pinpoint leak." I said. "We better go back and warn them!"

"Oh yes! We must!" Laura realized. "Come on!"

She began to quickly walk back towards the lab's doors and I hurried to catch
up with her.

And then, of course, it happened again!

She hadn't gone 3 or 4 feet when the change re-occured! Each step seemed to
produce another inch in her height and a further augmentation of her thigh and
calf muscles, not to mention a splendid refinement to perfection in the shape
of her buttocks. I must have gasped, for she stopped and turned around, those
green eyes blazing.

"It happened again, didn't it?" she asked, cocking a hip and placing a hand on
it, her legs so long now she appeared to be, no, she WAS, wearing a miniskirt.

"My god." I said as I went to her, with absolutely nothing at all happening to
ME, of course. "You must be six feet tall Laura! I can't believe this!"

"Indeed!" she confirmed, as she looked down at me, her heels making her seem
even taller. "This is quite strange! Although, I must admit, also quite
stimulatiing!"

"And you feel no ill effects?" I asked, staring at her.

"None whatsoever! As a matter of fact." she mused. "I feel very healthy, I
might even say...stronger then before!"

As if to demonstrate, she smiled and half raised her right arm to show me her
'muscle' as children sometimes do.

It's fair to say we were both shocked when her bicep, bulging large enough to
tear through both the sleeve of her blouse AND her lab coat, rose like that of
a professional bodybuilder's through the rents of her clothing!

"Heaven's!" Laura said, moving her arm experimentally. "Where did THAT come
from?"

"Do you really have to ask?" I said, staring as her bicep waxed and waned when
she raised and lowered her arm. "The same place THOSE came from!" I continued,
pointing at her legs, which were now as impressively muscled as her arms
apparently were.

"I'm becoming some kind of mutant, Larry! The radiation is obviously affecting
my genetic code! But how can it work so quickly!"

"It only seems to happen when you pass by the far side of the lab's window." I
said, trying to think. "That must be where the pinpoit leak is."

"Yes, come on! We'll discuss my situation later. We must warn them!"

But the heavy-duty double doors were locked tight, and the lab seemed
deserted.

"Damn, nobody home." I said. "I'll run back to administration and find someone
who has a key."

"Wait Larry! we may not have that much time. What if the leak escalates?"

She gently but VERY firmly, pushed me aside, put an impressively wide shoulder
which was threatening to burst through the sleeve of her smock, against the
door, and shrugged. With a screech of metal the door sprang inward. It was
obviously meant to open INTO the corridor, but Laura had broken both the door
and it's hinges with very little effort.

"Nothing to it." she said, a little apologetically, as I gaped at her. "I
thought it wouldn't be so easy so I pushed a bit harder then I should have, I
guess."

"Yeah, I guess." I whispered as I followed her powerfully built figure into
the lab.

"The leak out in the corridor corresponds to this position." she said, moving
quickly to a humming, sealed storage container with a big radiation sign on
it. I stared at her legs as she moved. Was it possible, were her legs growing
even longer, stronger, her now very short, tight skirt split open across her
upper right thigh.

"Better stand back, Larry." she commanded me, looking at me over her
linebacker broad shoulder. "I've already been exposed, don't want something
bad to happen to you." At that instant, her hair-bun, which until this instant
I hadn't realized had grown much fuller, suddenly burst free of it's haircomb,
letting thick, black wavy tresses fall about and below Laura's shoulders. She
looked like an Amazon goddess as she grasped the handle of the locked
refridgerated storage unit and ripped the door off like it was made of cheap
cardboard.

"Damn, I'm strong!" she said, carefully leaning the door, which must have
weighed over a hundred pounds at least, carefully against the wall with one
hand. "Have to be more careful!"

She rummaged around in the locker for a moment.

"Aha! Found it! I can see a 2 micrometer pinhole in that can of Plutonium on
the top shelf!"

"A 2 micrometer....!" I began. "But it's impossible to see a hole that small
with the naked eye!"

"Not for me!" she said, reaching in and pulling a white container plastered
with DANGER symbols all over it from the locker, and growing bigger in almost
all dimensions as she did. "Now to plug it!"

I simply stared unbelievingly as Laura grew taller and broader-shouldered, her
torso first tautening, and then bursting through her blouse and coat. Two
sizzling-hot beams of green radiance shot out from her eyes, to converge on
the cylinder, which she had accidentally partly crushed.

"There!" she said. "That ought to do it! Almost squeezed it too hard! My
strength must have quadrupled in the brief time it took me to fuse the hole
shut!"

She put the repaired container back in the fridge unit, and then, in a series
of moves too quick and intricate for me to follow, she somehow managed to bend
and shape the door enough so it closed again after she re-installed it.

"Can't have those go critical, you know, hon!" she said, coming back across
the lab to join me, which was a good thing because I felt as if I was falling
apart!

"Oh poor baby, you look so shocked! Believe me, I am too! This is certainly
going to take some getting used to, isn't it!"

Finally, we heard sirens going off.

"They need to do some re-calibration on their leak detectors." Laura said as
she grabbed my sagging shoulders, looking down at me from her 12 inch height
advantage.

"Buck up baby." she pleaded. "We have to get out of here - fast! If anyone
sees the new me the repercussions will be astronomical."

"Yes, yes of course you're right." I said, trying to pull myself together.
"But how? I can hear running from all over!"

"Just leave that to me." she said in a no-nonsense voice.

Grabbing my hand (her's was still so delicate and feminine!) she pulled me to
the back wall of the lab.

Once again I felt as if the world was tilting as twin bright beams of light
once again emerged from Laura's eyes, this time creating a grid pattern on the
wall, with a multi-colored x-ray cross-section of every pipe, vent, nail stud
and two by four behind the cinder blocks.

"How do you DO that?!" I said.

"I'll explain later." she said, as she studied the layout she had created.
"Though I doubt your mere human brain will understand it." she muttered.

"There!" she said, accompanied by her fist smashing through the wall. A few
more superhuman punches created a big enough gap for her to step through,
which was more then adequate for me, and we found ourselves in the parking
lot.

"Good thing we have an Escalade." Laura said as we ran to the vehicle. "I'd
never fit in a sub compact!"

Even so, she had a hard time squeezing in the driver's seat, ignoring my
protest.

"I'll drive Larry. You'll never be able to match my coordination."

She moved the seat as far back as it could, but her long legs were still
cramped, her skirt hiked up almost to her waist, the huge muscles in her
thighs bunching as she worked the clutch, brake and accelerator. Her head was
scraping the ceiling, and her thick black mane of hair cascaded all over the
back of the driver's seat. The SUV practically flew out of the lot, another
set of beams, a very pretty aqua blue this time, from her eyes directed at the
gate mechanism caused the bar to lift up, and we missed it by an inch.

Turning to me with an enigmatic smile, Laura said "A sixteenth of an inch
hon."

"Can you read my mind too?" I asked, shaking my head at yet another
revelation.

"Yeah, pretty much." she said, making a left and heading toward the freeway.

"My god."

"I'm not entirely human anymore." she continued. "As I first surmised, I've
become a mutant, but one with beneficial changes. My strength, perceptions,
ESP, intelligence, reasoning power have all been enhanced to varying degrees.
And I think I'm still changing, so don't be too shocked at what may yet happen
to me. I still love you baby, and I always will, never forget that!"

"I-I won't." I said, staring at her, something I could not seem to stop doing.

Every red light changed to green a second before we reached it.

"You're doing that, aren't you?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm, it's quite simple when you know how." Laura said.

So we reached the freeway in record time, Laura expertly zooming in and out
among the less fortunately endowed motorists, despite her cramped position.

"It's a lot more fun driving when you know what everyone's thinking!" she said
with a smile. "But such thoughts from the male drivers! Tsk tsk! And some of
the females too! Ha ha ha!"

"You're certainly taking all - this, in stride!" I said.

She shrugged her massive shoulders. "Why not! I kinda like it." She turned her
head and looked at me. "Don't you?"

"If you can really read my mind, you know I do." I said.

Her smile widened. "Can't wait to get in bed with you baby."

"Oh my lord." I swallowed noisily and she laughed again.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you honey!"

We blasted by a police car sitting under an overpass, the speedometer reading
almost 90.

"Slow down Laura! We'll get pulled over!"

"Don't worry baby. I've blocked his radar. He thinks we're going the speed
limit."

"B-but - how...?"

She glanced over at me again, her hands resting lightly on the wheel. A
vertical vein pulsed in the center of her forehead. Was it loftier? Or was it
a trick of the light?

"Like I said before Larry dear. It's easy when you know how, and I know how."

"The only thing I'm still worried about is how are we going to explain what
happened at the facility." I said. "The hole in the wall and, well, everything
else!"

"I've got that covered too. We were never there. All the surveilance images
have been erased, we were unable to keep our appointment because of a conflict
in schedule, which is now recorded on both their AND our computer systems,
everyone who saw and talked to us doesn't remember a thing. As far as they
know, there was a break in, but nothing was stolen."

But, but that's simply incredible Laura! You mean you have the mental capacity
to do all that, influence data streams, control electronic and audio signals,
all with the power of your mind alone, while driving the car, interfering with
radar guns, everything!?"

"Yes." she said simply, squeezing the rim of the steering wheel so I could see
her huge bicep swell. "Brains AND brawn, that's me to a T!"

I was speechless.

"I can also remember the lyrics to every rock 'n roll song I've ever heard.
Imagine that!"

"Amazing, simply amazing." I muttered.

Ten minutes later we pulled into our driveway and then into the garage. Laura
unfolded herself out of the car and stood up, her head a mere foot below the
ceiling. She tore the remnants of her labcoat, blouse and bra off, standing
there in only her tight split at the sides skirt, shoes and pantyhose. Her
torso swelled upward and outward in a tremendous 'V' of muscularity, her heavy
breasts only slightly sloping as they were pulled high by the strands of
muscle that banded her chest, then upturned at the nippled tips, ner nipples
fully engorged and pouting at the ceiling.

"Damn, you're even bigger now!" I said as I came around the car and gaped up
at Laura.

She put her hands on her hips and looked down at me, her strange eyes glowing
even brighter then before.

"Yes, you're right Larry." she said. I'm 6'11" tall. You look very strange way
down there. So - frail. It's a bit, well, disturbing. You were always my big
hubby and now..."

"Now I'm just a mere human being?" I finished for her.

"To be blunt - yes." she said. "I don't mean to be cruel darling, but I've
surpassed you, and my former self, in so many ways that I almost feel like a
different person!"

As she talked, her hand, with the fingers now tipped by inch and a half long
sharp-looking silver nails, had crept up to her right breast, cupped it, and
then slid across the orb and was now slowly, sensuously, rubbing the nipple,
which responded by growing even plumper and harder.

"Oh my." she said. "That feels SO good!"

She moaned again and then reached down and grabbed one of my hands with the
one that had been stimulating her nipple.

"Larry, please make love to me! I feel so lascivious and wanton!"

I reached for her, and she obligingly bent over so I could put my arms around
her to kiss her. Her full breasts pressed against my upper chest as her hungry
lips met mine.

A 'V' for Victoria

I hadn't seen my girlfriend in almost a year. My company sent me overseas to
oversee a computer installation, but we had communicated by e-mail, phone and
cam the entire time. Victoria had been sad when I had told her about my job.
"What will I do for a whole year without you!?" she had wailed. I encouraged
her to find a new hobby to pass the time.

For some reason, after a week or so, Victoria would only let me see her face
when we cammed, which remained as perky, freckled and beautiful as ever, so I
didn't think she was gaining weight. She always gave me a weak excuse when I
asked her why, but I didn't press it.

Finally, my stint was over, and I drove to her house on a beautiful Summer's
day in mid-June. I hadn't told her I was coming because I wanted to surprise
her.

I knocked on the door of her white colonial situated on two acres of freshly
mowed lawn, but there was no answer. I thought she wasn't home, but then I
heard a noise from around back, and I assumed she was working in her garden,
so I walked around the side of the house.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I spotted Victoria sitting on a bench in her
garden, not working, but working OUT! She was wearing a tight pair of
low-slung jeans, and a blue bikini top, showing off her dark tan. Her right
arm was up, a dumbell with the words '50 IRON GRIP' stenciled on the side, in
her fist. Her chin-length blonde hair obscured her face, which was turned to
the side so she could watch her bicep, which had become a bulging mass of
vein-covered muscle!

It was then I also noticed the rippling muscles on display all up and down her
other arm, not to mention her wide, powerful looking shoulders and big,
six-pac abs!

"Vicki!" I gasped, "What have you done!?"

"Oh, hi Kenny! You're back!" she said, her head swiveling to give me a big
smile. But she kept raising and lowering the weight, her bicep waxing and
waning as she did. "Well, you TOLD me to get a hobby, remember?"

She finally stopped with the lifting, and plopped the dumbell on the grass.

"What do you think?" she said, flexing her biceps for me and laughing when I
gasped.

"16 and a half inches and still growing." she said. "I think they're kinda
really sexy, don't you?"

She stood up, and I think I gasped again. Her jeans were tight enough to
strain against her thighs, which arched outwards from her formerly skinny legs
like Hercules's. I could even see the denim stretching around her calves in
the back, which looked about as big as baseballs.

"I can't believe it's YOU, Vickie!" I said.

"Oh, I'm still me." she reasured me. "Only 'me' with about 45 more pounds of
muscle, that's all!"

"You've gained 45 pounds?" I said. "And it's all MUSCLE? I th-thought you were
hiding your image because you might be gaining weight, but not like this!"

"101 to 146." she said proudly, flexing her arms again. "I feel really strong
all the time now! It's great! I bet I'm a lot stronger then you baby!"

"Oh well, I don't know..." I said, trailing off, thinking of all the sitting
and programming and talking and coffee drinking and donut eating I'd been
doing the last 11 months.

She bent over to pick up the dumbell, making very interesting ripples in her
arms and back.

"Here!" she said, taking a few steps and handing me the dumbell. "Let's see
you do 10 curls with this!"

I stared at her bicep as she handed me the weight, scarcely believing how BIG
it looked, and so was totally unprepared for what 50 pounds in one hand really
was like.

"Oof!" I said, my arm immediately sagging as I dropped it. "Damn, that's
heavy!"

"This is heavy?" Vickie said, retrieving the dumbell. "Oh baby, have I got
some surprises in store for you." She absently started pumping her arm as she
held the 50 pounds with no apparent effort in her hand.

"Here! Let's see that!" I said, reaching out. "You just caught me off guard,
is all."

"Hee hee, sure I did. Be careful now, get a good grip, don't hurt your hand or
anything." Vickie said as she carefully handed me the dumbell, using both
hands.

I watched the tendons standing out on the backs of her dainty hands as I took
the weight, grabbing it firmly and lowering it to my side.

Immediately, a sheen of perspiration broke out across my brow.

"That's why I usually wear a bikini when I exersize outside." Vickie said,
looking at my sweat streaked face. "I was just about to slip off my jeans for
some legwork. You do some warm up reps, I'll be right back."

She went back to her bench and I tried to raise the 50 pounds. My arm started
trembling and I could barely get it halfway up my side. Then I made a mistake.
I looked at Vickie. She was slithering out of her tight denims, her back to me
so I had a perfect view of the blue thong bottom of her bikini. The sight of
her round, muscular, perfectly formed tanned ass made my cock instantly go
semi-hard.

And then, her legs! All through our high school years and beyond while we
dated, they had been very slender. Now, they were columns of sheer strength
and power, her thighs and calves developed WAY past those of a gymnast's.

"My god! You're a for real bodybuilder!" I said as she sashayed back over to
me on a pair of legs that looked 10 times more muscular then my skinny shanks
had ever been.

"Duh!" she said, putting her hands on her hips and stretching one leg out a
little farther then the other. I stared at the veins running across the mounds
of her thighs. "No shit, Sherlock!"

She stepped forward and poked a finger in my gut. I grunted and dropped the
barbell, which had already made my arm numb anyway. "Ooof! Why'd you do that!"
I said in annoyance.

"Tsk tsk, so flabby." she said. "Go ahead, poke me." she commanded with a
lasivious grin.

"I will!" I said, ramming a finger into her mid-section. "Oww! That HURTS!"

"That's what you get for messing with my abs of steel, baby!" Vickie said with
a laugh, before she grasped my wrist and pulled my hand towards her despite my
effort to yank it back. It felt like a steel cable attached to a powerful
winch was wrapped around my wrist.

"Let momma make it better baby." she said, kissing the tip of my finger before
sucking it between her lips.

Then she took it, unresisting, and ran my finger across the curve of her
bicep, pressing it against the skin so I could feel the rock hard muscle
underneath.

"I think someone likes his girlfriend's new physique." she said, her eyes on
my crotch, and my unmistakable hard-on.

"I - I...yes, I do!" I said. "You're simply overwhelming Vickie!"

"I'm not the frail little girl I was before you left." she said.

"N-no..." I said.

"In fact." she continued. "Except for my height and my waist, I'm probably
bigger then you!"

"No way!" I protested.

"Let's see then." she said, with an evil smile. "Take those pants and shirt
off and let's do some comparisons."

I felt my face turning red. "Now Vickie..."

"I knew it, chicken. Too scared to admit his girlfriend'd bigger and stronger
then he is." She made as if to turn away.

"Allright, allright!" I said, unbuttoning my shirt.

A minute later I was standing there in my shoes and boxer shorts. My eyes went
back and forth from Vickie's adorned with stupenously muscled legs to my
skinny, hairy shanks. She laughed, her hands on her hips. "Still think I'm
smaller?" she asked.

"N-no." I admitted sheepishly.

"My shoulders are wider then yours." she said as she walked around me. "My
arms make yours look like pipestems, my abs are, well, you don't HAVE any abs
OR obliques. My hamstrings, glutes, back, all make yours look like a little
girl's! You're way out of shape hon! Hee hee hee!"

"Ok, ok, I admit it. You're in much better shape then me. But I had to work
hard all this time. I've saved a lot of money for us, Vickie. I came here to,
well, to ask you to marry me!"

"You mean, before you knew I was, well, like this?" she said, waving her hands
to indicate her muscled body.

"Yes, of course." I said.

"And now, after you've seen me, you STILL want to marry me?"

"Would it be wrong of me to say now more then ever?" I asked.

I suddenly found myself being squeezed in the most delightful way. Feeling
Vickie's sun-warmed skin pressing against me was as intoxicating as discerning
the powerful muscles bunching and flexing under that soft, and in some places,
taut skin under which the muscles had grown big enough to stretch it.

"Yes yes yes!" she whispered in my ear after pulling my head down to her lips.
She kissed my ears, my lips, my cheeks, then she picked me up!

"Wh-what are you doing Vickie!"

"Carrying you over the threshold, silly." she said. "For practice!"

THE END

Ranch Daze

My wife and I were vacationing at a dude ranch, and we were not exactly having
the time of our lives. Neither of us had ever ridden before, and although I
was six feet two and 190 pounds of high school athletic muscle, I was having
no better luck in controlling the supposedly docile horses then Jane, who was
5'2" tall and barely weighed 100 pounds soaking wet, was.

One of the professional wranglers saw us vainly trying to calm our horses
enough so we could mount up, and came over shaking her head.

"Looks like you two could use some help!" she said.

"You think?" I replied, a bit too sarcastically, for she gave me a swift,
nasty look.

"Here, hon." she said, taking the reins from Janice and tying them to a nearby
fence rail. "Come with me. I've got something that'll help you out in the barn
over there."

"Hey! What about me!" I said.

"Just hold your horses - sir." she said, a remark which set both girls to
laughing.

I watched them, fuming, as the jeans and plaid-shirted girls walked towards
the barn, their cowboy boots scuffing the dirt.

It was a good ten minutes before they re-emerged from the big barn doors, ten
minutes during which my horse tried to bite, stomp and bodily knock me over.

But the sight that greeted me made me forget all about the damn horse, and I
think the mare might really even have bit me, though I'm still not sure.

What had me so astonished? It was Janice! She was still wearing denims, but
they were now low-slung, very tight ragged cut-offs. And her plaid shirt was
knotted just below her breasts, to give a wide bare expanse to her stomach,
which had somehow developed an incredible set of absolutely perfect abs!

The sleeves of her curtailed shirt were rolled up to the middle of her upper
arms, and even with them swinging at her sides, I could see the bunched-up
cloth straining across the magnificent bulging biceps she had also
miraculously aquired.

Her cowboy boots had sprouted a pair of 5 or 6 inch heels, but that wasn't the
sole reason she looked so much taller as she approached me, for her muscular,
perfectly tanned legs were undeniably much longer then they used to be! I
found my head tilting further and further back as she came nearer, until her
cowgirl hat had flung a shadow across my gape-mouthed face.

"Hey there pardner!" she said, smiling, the freckles running fetchingly across
the nose of her peaches and cream complexion. "Seems like you-all got a little
misunderstandin' betwixt yourself and this here hoss! Let me help ya!"

She grabbed the reins from me, and the nag immediately quieted. Even though
the horse's head towered over me, Janice had to look a bit DOWN to look into
it's eyes as she patted it's muzzle.

"Don't worry Nellie, this here city slicker don't mean you no harm, do you
Roy?"

And she gave me such a scathing look, as if it had been I who was abusing the
horse and not the other way around, that I found myself flinching like a
schoolboy whose ear the teacher had grabbed for being bad.

"J-j-janice!" I managed to splutter. "What the holy hell has happened to you?"

"Oh, nothin' much." she said, as she stepped into the stirrup (making her calf
flex exquisitely) and swung her other exceedingly long leg up and over to plop
her round tightly clad derriere into the saddle. "My friend Betsy here just
gave me a lil 'ol con-cock-shun she had to make a horsewoman outta' me, tha's
all! Giddup!"

And she rode into the sunset, and I never saw her again, although there is a
legend going around about a female bronc-buster in the rodeo circuit who has
all the crowds thrilled by her effortless steer wrestling abilities!

THE END

Harder then Her Nails

Forty mile an hour winds during the night had knocked over a big dead elm in
front of our house. My wife and I donned t-shirts, jeans, work-boots and
safety glasses, and I got my chainsaw and a couple of handsaws from the
garage.

"Ready?" she said, as we finished our morning coffee in the kitchen.

"One more thing." I said, taking a bottle of pills from my pocket.

Alicia groaned.

"Not another of your pharmaceutical concoctions!" she said.

"This one will work!" I said. "I guarantee it!"

I am a bio-chemist by day, and I dabble in my basement laboratory at night. I
must admit my pills and potions in the past had produced less then spectacular
results, but this one...

"I'm thinking of calling it 'Tuff-as-Nails'." I said, as I tilted the bottle
and let two pills fall unto my palm. "It's a kind of super pep pill."

"Uh-huh." she said as I handed her a pill.

"Really!" I said. "Come on, take the pill Alicia, please!"

She rolled her eyes, but put the pill in her mouth, as did I in mine,
swallowing them with the last of our coffee.

"Well, time to get to work!" I said.

A couple hours later we were still hard at it. I would chainsaw a couple big
logs off the main body of the tree, then we would drag them onto the lawn and
cut off the small branches with the handsaws and sometimes I'd use the
chainsaw. Then Alicia would gather the smaller branches into a pile, which we
were going to burn later, while I went back to the tree.

I had just finished separating another six inch branch from the trunk. I had
to stop and rest a while. My heart was beating fast and I wiped the sweat from
my brow with the back of my work glove.

"What's the matter, Hon?" I heard Alicia's voice say from behind me. "Pooped
out already?"

I turned, a rejoinder on my lips, but then I simply stared at her.

"What the..." I said.

She was satnding there, a ten foot long branch under one arm and another, even
bigger branch, held up in the air with her other hand. Her bicep was bulging,
stretching the sleeve of her t-shirt, and her shoulders seemed about to burst
through the fabric that was stretched around THEM!

"You know," she said matter-of-factly. "Those new pills of yours maybe DO work
a bit! I hardly feel tired at all!" And she sauntered away with the 75 pound
branches as if she was window shopping at the mall.

Dumbfounded, I stared at her. Then I looked down at my own arms and legs
(Alicia's jeans were stretched around the new bullges her thighs had acquired)
and saw they were unchanged.

"What the fu...." I mumbled. "They work on HER, but not on ME!? That doesn't
make any sense!"

I covertly snuck a glance over my shoulder. Alicia was piling the branches
higher, her back to me, the seat of her tightened jeans pulled delightfully
across her now perfect ass, the cuffs pulled up to mid-calf, exposing the
diamond-shaped, and definitely bigger, muscles thereof.

"My god, she's even getting taller!" I said, as I fumbled the pill bottle out
of my pocket and hastily swallowed another. "I've got to catch up to her
before she realizes what's happening here!"

I was halfway through another branch when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Startled, I stopped the chainsaw, and turned to see Alicia smiling at me, now
only about an inch shorter then I, although she didn't seem to notice.

"W-what's wrong?" I said.

"Nothing Dear. I was just wondering if I could try doing that." she pointed at
the chainsaw. "I never ran one before!"

"Oh, well, I...I guess." I stammered, staring at the sinews, tendons and
muscles writhing in her forearms and triceps. "I don't think you'll have a
problem handling it!"

I showed her how to run the saw, and she nodded her understanding, the muscles
in her neck flexing, sloping up thickly from her shoulders.

She finally realized I was staring.

"What's wrong, Bob? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Not a ghost! You!" I said. "Haven't you noticed yourself? How you've changed?
Look at your arms. Alicia! Your legs!"

"What?" she said, then "Oh my goodness! Wh-where...what?" She clenched her
tiny fist, her eyes widening as her bicep swelled into a large ball of power
and strength, with a thick vein running across it's top like a blue river
flowing over a mountain.

"Why, I'm MUSCULAR!" she said. "Your pill! Oh my gosh! This is incredible
Bob!"

"Yeah, I know! But it's only affecting YOU, don't you see! I even took a
second pill, and I'm still the same, even though we're both working hard! I
don't get it!"

"Yeah, you're right. You don't look any different at all. In fact..." she
cocked her head to the side, puzzled. "You look..smaller? How can that be?"

"Well." I said, with a big sigh. "That's because you're getting taller too!"

"I am?" She looked down at her jean's cuffs, now ABOVE the swelling
musculature of her big, brawny calves. "Oh! I AM!"

She pumped both arms a couple of times, watching in pure fascination as her
huge biceps waxed and waned.

"Let me see the chainsaw, please Dear." she said quietly.

I handed it over, and she took it. I could tell it weighed practically nothing
to her as she swung it up to grab the pull cord. One yank and it roared to
life, vibrating in her hand, but her powefull arm not moving at all. She
smiled down at me sweetly, for she was now a few inches taller then me, and
went to work on the tree.

Nowadays, I still work in my lab at night, and Alicia has her tree removing
service. She stopped growing that day at about 6'6" tall, her biceps at 22",
and she had gained about 50 pounds of new muscles. The pills STILL won't work
on me, but she wants to hire some teen-age girls to help her with her growing
business this summer, and I know I won't be able to resist giving her a bottle
of pills to give the girls the added 'pep' they'll need to keep up with my
wife.

Her she comes now, wearing her workshirt and cut-offs denims, her legs
bunching up with incredible power every time she moves. I better hurry and get
dinner out of the oven, She's always so hungry after a hard day at work!

THE END