Amazon High
by the Elder Barry Erctwo@aol.com
Only the Beginning


AMAZON HIGH

(Only The Beginning)

Mildred Van Dyke graduated from Amador City Grammar School in mid-June at the
age of twelve. She was filled with trepidation fearful about how she would be
accepted and treated at Amador City High the six-year school (7th thru 9th and
10th thru 12th) serving the 38,000 mostly affluent residents of the city of
Amador.

Mildred was an extremely shy gawky kid standing five-feet-four and weighing no
more than 85-pounds soaking wet. She needed to wear unbecoming braces and
thick coke-bottled lensed glasses ... the very definition of a nerd.

In addition to being painfully skinny and uncoordinated Millie was unable to
keep up with the other kids in any physical activities. Everyone has known a
kid who was always chosen last if at all. For Millie is was even worse. Millie
was the kid who was completely ignored and rarely if ever chosen to
participate.

While Mildred was extremely bright child with an IQ in the high 150's she was
a physically slow developing child who had always been the butt of her
classmates cruel and tasteless jokes. She was known to most everyone in school
as Silly Millie or Chilly Millie or worst of all Millie the Dyke.

As miserable as her grammar school days had been, Mildred realized with
metaphysical servitude that her high school years would be no better.
Consequently, she tried to improve her physicality and her body image spending
the entirety of her summer vacation in the exercise and weight room that her
mother had installed in the basement of the family mansion. Try as she might
Millie couldn't gain a pound let alone put on muscle.

No matter how many reps, no matter how many supplements, vitamins, energy
drinks, and no matter how much energy foods Millie ingested she achieved
nothing; not even a hint of a muscle. The family physician attributed
everything to her extremely high metabolism rate promising it was only a
temporary condition and her anemia would eventually abate but that was of
little consolation for the distraught thirteen-year-old girl.

Her concerned mother was heartbroken and Dr. Elizabeth Van Dyke made it her
mission in life to ensure that Millie developed normally insisting that she
follow all of the recognized medical and nutritional protocols effecting
anemia.

Mom made certain that Millie followed and embraced all of the accepted
remedies; exercise regularly, stay hydrated, get sufficient and uninterrupted
sleep, increase intake of Vitamin B, eat a proper diet of healthy
high-nutrient foods ... yada, yada, yada ...

Not satisfied with the conventional treatments Dr. Van Dyke took it upon
herself to concoct a physical enhancement serum that included carefully
determined doses of Human Growth Harmons (HGH), certain anabolic steroids,
heavy boosts of testosterone augmentations, assorted estrogen stimulating
medications along with a bunch of other shit including undetectable masking
agents all sprinkled on and into Millie's food and drink and combined with her
daily vitamins and medicines.

Her mom was a respected geneticist currently serving on a team of 'doctors
without borders' assigned overseas tending to outbreaks of something or other
in some places of concern in Africa, Saudi Arabia, and another in Switzerland
of all places. Millie would be alone with Maria the live-in maid for the next
couple of months.

As the start of the school year neared Millie cried herself to sleep most
every night until that one fateful morning, that one glorious morning when she
dragged herself out of bed and forced herself to look at her scrawny body in
the full-length mirror which was attached to her bedroom door.

"Holy shit." Millie could think of nothing else to say so she said it again
only this time much louder. "HOLY SHIT."

Thirteen-year-old Mildred Van Dyke couldn't believe her own eyes. She couldn't
believe that the busty girl in the mirror staring back at her was really her.
Millie grabbed her breasts in each of her hands, kneaded and fondled her
fleshy but firm tits, tweaked her erect nipples moaning in delight.

Until that moment in time Millie had been dreading the beginning of the new
school year. Now, however, she couldn't fucking wait to see the shocked and
envious looks on the faces of her classmates. She couldn't wait to flaunt her
body and tease those classmates who had mercilessly tormented her throughout
the years.

While the unexplained transformation was perplexing, Millie never questioned
the why of it or the how. She gratefully accepted her sudden transformation
for the astonishing and wonderful gift it was.

Millie texted her mom, complete with pictures of her new and improved self,
explaining as best she could her sudden bodacious transformation; assuring her
mom she was physically feeling fine and ecstatic with her female enhancements.
She proudly informed her mother that she no longer needed to wear her glasses
nor her braces ... her life was finally good.

Doctor Van Dyke smiled to herself knowing that her serum had worked wonders
for her daughter. She wished she were there to be of help to Millie with her
transition but this overseas assignment had come up at the last minute and was
too important for her to turn down.

The now ebullient busty thirteen-year-old girl biked down to the local dress
shop where her mom had an expense account. Silly Millie purchased scads of new
sexy revealing outfits, paid extra for immediate delivery, rushed home, and
amused herself by trying on all of her new outfits while posing in front of
the mirror, admiring her fabulous new breasts enjoying her spectacular new
look.

She had spent very little time searching for a bra that could accommodate her
massive boobs because her gravity defying breasts had no sag whatsoever. A bra
would have been as superfluous as bacon at a bat mitzvah.

Millie awoke the next morning thrilled that her big bouncy boobs were still
with her. She chose her first-day of school outfit carefully; cut-off blue
jeans that showed off her well-tanned muscular thighs and calves and a loose
fitting but slightly low-cut cleavage displaying white blouse.

The school was immediately abuzz. Word of the arrival of a gorgeous new
stunningly beautiful busty raven-haired seventh grade girl spread throughout
the school quickly. Millie's classmates from grammar school were stunned;
stupefied really while the other students wanted to see for themselves.

Even before her first class of the day had completed, Millie was escorted to
the front office where she was confronted by Mrs. Stern, the school vice
principal, and Ms. Ratchet, the school nurse. Millie was thoroughly enjoying
the stunned uncomprehending looks on the faces of the adult women as they
attempted to not stare at Millie's massive boobs.

"Miss Van Dyke." Mrs. Stern spoke first. "We realize that you are new to the
school but here at Amador High we adhere to a very strict dress code and your
outfit is, how should I couch this, a bit too revealing, too provocative."

"Please, call me Millie." She smiled displaying perfectly straight whiter than
white now brace-less teeth. "I don't understand." Millie purposely breathed
deeply and thrust out her chest, a chest that was already stretching her
blouse to the max. "I'm purposefully wearing a loose-fitting blouse not a
bikini."

"A low cut blouse." Nurse Rachet vehemently spit out the words as she
continued to ogle the teen vixen.

"This blouse is not low cut." Millie leaned forward flaunting her deep
cleavage in the face of the obviously envious school nurse. "Perhaps my tits
are too big." For the first time in her life Millie deigned to show her naked
self to others. She had proudly removed her blouse and asked. "Could that be
it?"

The two adult women were struck mute, unable to speak nor comprehend what they
were witnessing because what they were seeing wasn't even possible. The adult
women were staring at a relatively thin wasp-waisted five-foot-four-inch
thirteen-year-old girl flaunting her massive gravity defying watermelon sized
breasts, breasts that if Millie were inclined to measure would likely require
a 36DD bra.

"Young lady, put your blouse back on." Mrs. Stern spoke sternly while Nurse
Rachet continued to stare at Millie as if the kid were a juicy steak dinner.

"Ladies, please understand me. I only arrived here today. I'll likely spend
six more years as a student at this school." In an act of defiance Millie
gently fondled and lifted her breasts one by one up to her chin seductively
licking her erect nipples. "I can't very well leave these beauties at home."
She giggled like the 13-year-old school girl she was pleased with herself for
referring to her boobs as beauties.

"I don't intend to hide nor flaunt my body so unless you want my mother to sue
the school, the school board, the Superintendent of Schools, and both of you
personally for traumatizing a kid, engendering abuse, and exhibiting sexual
harassment I trust that this will be an isolated incident." Millie smiled at
the two women and threateningly added ... "Capeesh?"

While neither of the adult women understood Italian, they each understood that
Millie was issuing an unveiled threat ... an offer they couldn't refuse ... so
to speak.

It was still early morning but this day was already the best one of Millie's
young life. All or her former classmates from grammar school wanted to talk to
her; respectfully. The rest of the student body, virtually every cute guy,
wanted to talk to her, get to know her, be her friend, date her, and feel her
up; no one actually expressed the latter sentiment out loud but even at
thirteen Millie could read the signs.

By days end Millie had welcomed four pretty girls into her exclusive dominion
of new friends; Cindy and Sandi two eighth-grade cousins, Ashley a
nineth-grader, and Caroline a tenth-grader. No one knew it yet but these four
girls were destined to become Millie's life-long bosom buddies.

Tired of the attention Millie surreptitiously ducked out of school and headed
for home. She rushed to her home exercise room, stripped naked, and
meticulously examined every inch of her marvelous naked self. Her large and
firm breasts were perfect but she had already known that. Double D cups and
36" boobs were a modest estimate ... stupendous for a 5-4 thirteen-year-old.

In addition, her saucer sized pinkish aureoles and erect nipples were the gold
standard when it came to boob appreciation. Needless to say, the former nerd
girl was happy with her new anatomy.

Mildred was pleased to see that her face was much prettier than before
rivaling if not surpassing that of the most popular cover girls and super
models. Her big blue-gray eyes sparkled with new found confidence. Her smile
was exquisite displaying perfectly straight white teeth against her
well-tanned face. Her new look was classic; full pouty lips, pert nose, high
cheek bones, yada, yada, yada ...

Silly Millie ran her fingers along and across the area just below her massive
breasts thrilled by the sensation of her muscular abs. She tightened her
stomach and was startled by the emergence of extraordinary rock-hard slabs of
abdominal muscles forming a prominent six pack.; soon to be eight no doubt.

Millie still didn't want to think about the how or the why. This was happening
to her and that's all that really mattered. Suffice to say her physical
metamorphous was happening; as for the why Millie felt that was something
better left unexamined.

Millie concentrated on her no longer spindly arms which were clearly more
developed now than in the morning. A prominent blue worm like vascular vein
was evident in each of her relaxed arms; the type of veins she had enviously
noticed on 'fit girls' and professional body builders.

Millie knew how to properly flex her biceps. It was something she had
practiced all summer but no matter how much she worked out or how hard she had
flexed her muscles nothing ever happened. However, she was confident that
today things were about to be different.

She lifted her right arm at a 90-degree angle with her palm facing up. She
slowly raised her arm and began to flex thrilled as she watched as a baseball
sized bicep began to swell and swell and swell some more quickly expanding to
the size of a soft ball then rising to cartoonish like proportions approaching
then surpassing 14 3/4" inches of rigid rock-hard perfectly peaked muscles,
muscles that might be better served on a professional body builder rather than
that of a 13-year-old girl.

Even back in her nerd days, Millie had had nice legs but now they were even
nicer. Her diamond shaped muscular calves and meaty thighs completed the
package, a package that many would argue comprised the perfect girl.

Millie spent the rest of that night and the early morning playing with her new
body touching herself deriving more sexual pleasure in one day that she had
experienced in her entire life time; four powerful womanly orgasms had left
her sated and completely satisfied.

That morning Mildred Van Dyke gave considerable thought to what she should
wear to school. She didn't want to upset Mrs. Stern and the school nurse, just
yet, so she opted to dress down a bit wearing a loose-fitting plaid flannel
shirt and blue jeans.

Even before she arrived, the school was in a tizzy. Inexplicably, much like
Millie, every girl in school had also experienced sudden growth spurts
manifesting into larger boobs and more muscular bodies. The inexplicably
enhanced excited teenaged school girls were running around the school grounds,
many topless, unashamedly comparing their larger boobs and their muscular arms
to those of their classmates.

The stunningly proportioned girls flaunted their imposing new selves teasing
the boys by showing off their muscular bodies mocking the now smaller males
none of whom had yet to experience any growth symptoms at all.

The perplexed and disappointed boys were all watching the girls with a
combination of jealously and lust as well as a feeling of mounting fear.
Noticing that even the previously plain and unattractive girls were now built
like the proverbial brick shit-house and hotter than hell so many of the boys
secreted themselves away out of sight and unabashedly stroked their cocks to
completion.

"What's going on? "Millie had met up with her four grinning bosom buddies who
were currently grinning from ear to ear laughing to themselves. They explained
to her that all of the female students at Amador High were experiencing
unexplained muscle growth.

"Check this out." Ashley the fifteen-year-old nineth-grader flexed her upper
right arm and a baseball sized bicep erupted threatening to break through the
epidermis casing that housed her burgeoning bicep. "Pretty dam big huh?"

"That's nothing." Sandi and Candy had spoken in unison each flexing their own
baseball sized biceps. The 14-year-old girls looked around to make sure no one
was watching before they each pulled up their shirts revealing perfect 32C
breasts. "I know, I know, not as big as you but still ..."

"Okay, my turn." Caroline was the oldest and by far the biggest of Millie's
quartet of new friends. Without hesitation the 5-10 teenager stripped herself
naked much to the delight of the gawking male students. While she had always
been a pretty girl she had also been a painfully shy girl ... but clearly that
was no longer the case. She fondled her spectacular 34D breasts, flexed her
perfectly peaked undulating 13 1/2" biceps, stopping only long enough to flip
a double bird at the shocked-on lookers.

The Centers for Disease Control (CDC) had immediately imposed a quarantine on
the school isolating the students, the teachers, and all custodial personnel
away from the public. Parents and relatives were allowed to visit with the
students but only in a controlled environment. Government officials freely
admitted that they were flummoxed but thought it best to perform extensive
physical exams while imposing a quarantine contending that they were
determined to prevent the spread of this condition whatever the hell it was.

Over the succeeding days a number of girls experienced additional but minimal
growth spurts. However, nearly all of the effected girls had apparently
reached their physical zenith within the first forty-eight hours.

All of the students, both boys and girls, were kept isolated from the public.
In addition, the concerned parents visiting with their children now stayed in
contact via skype and zoom while some of the older parents used phones.

Millie had been assured by her mother, Dr. Elizabeth Van Dyke, that her
friends and colleagues at the CDC were on top of the situation and hadn't
detected anything medically worrisome. In fact, it seems that just the
opposite was happening as the students were now healthier than ever;
preexisting conditions were disappearing.

Dr. Van Dyke realized immediately that the muscle enhancing serum she had
created was inexplicably highly contagious and had somehow become airborne.
The likely consequences of the evolution of the superior female amused the
Doctor who was at heart a champion of women's rights. The ramifications of
possible worldwide role reversals were too numerous to count but in the mind
of Doctor Van Dyke delicious to contemplate.

She realized that Mille was 'patient zero' and as such her daughter would
likely develop sooner and more powerfully than the rest.

Millie at the urging of doctor mom organized a 'girls only' meeting warning
everyone to refrain from actual sex with the boys; consensual or not.
Penetration of any kind MUST be avoided. Should the local law enforcement
authorities learn of underage sex at the school they would undoubtedly isolate
the students further and most assuredly separate the boys from the girls.

Within hours of the advent of the sudden growth outbreak a pleather of medical
personnel and researchers descended upon the school examining each of the
girls learning that their overall health metrics had improved exponentially.

However, the examining physicians were tangentially concerned with the
psychological effects; the growing hubris and the displays of exhibitionism
finally concluding that such reactions were to be expected.

The medical folk were thrilled to learn that two girls who had been undergoing
treated for cancer were now in total remission while other pre-existing
medical conditions, such as diabetes and asthma, vision and dental problems
had all disappeared without a trace.

The only anomaly found in the girl's bodies was a massive increase in the
levels of testosterone. Normally a male possesses ten times the level of
testosterone found in a female. However, the females of Amador High now
exceeded most males in that area by a lot, nearly double.

In addition, the girl's estrogen levels were also twice the normal levels for
girls of high school age the combination of which partially explained the
abnormal muscle growth, partially but not really. The extremely high
testosterone and estrogen levels were unusual but not considered to be
deleterious nor particularly beneficial to the girls' heath in any way ... but
certainly worthy of further study.

Several more uneventful days passed. Since the growth spurts had ceased
completely and there were no real health concerns the researchers began to
wrap up their studies and headed for home.

However, in a delicious bit of irony almost all of the girls at Amador High
began to experience additional body enhancements; growing taller and heavier
with noticeably bigger breasts, bigger muscles, bigger everything.

The researchers hurried back and the government officials imposed even tighter
quarantine protocols restricting egress from and entrance to not only the
school but also to the entire county.

Rather than being overly concerned with possible side effects the girls were
ecstatic with their extraordinary body enhancements. For example, at a meeting
with the medical personnel and students Kimberly Kelly who in the past had
been a quiet mousey little girl who almost never deigned to speak, spoke.

"If it is your intention to reverse our physical enhancements my mother and
dad, both litigation lawyers, and I will personally sue the whole lot of you."
All of the girls loudly echoed her sentiments.

The now six-foot tall Kimberly rose to her feet and suddenly removed her shirt
revealing her large pendulous breasts and her extraordinary physique. When she
flexed her 15 1/4" guns everyone in the class room gasped.

"This is who I am now. I don't care how and I don't care why but this is my
body now." She kissed each of her generously peaked biceps. "I wish to always
be like this. I don't intend to relinquish my specialness."

Rather than returning herself to her assigned seat an emboldened Kimberly
Kelly walked over to an awe-struck Charlie Rosen, her secret crush. She sat on
his lap, straddled the boy while facing him, and began to kiss him
passionately.

The entire class roared its collective approval. The girls rose to their feet
and as one screamed and applauded their collective support while the boys
silently looked on with mouths agape.

Kimberly aggressively parted Charlie's lips with her tongue and commenced to
French kiss the boy. She took his trembling hands in hers placing his left on
her right breast and his right atop her massive ever rising peaked bicep which
he lovingly patted, caressed, and squeezed unable to dent her steel-like
muscle.

One of the teachers and a newly hired security guard with great effort managed
to pull Kimberly from atop the boy and whisked the struggling girl off to the
principal's office to the cheers of her classmates.

Charlie Rosen's substantial penis was straining against his jeans and he took
off for the bathroom intent on relieving himself in every way possible.

The girls of Amador High were growing again; two or more inches in height and
on average of 15 pounds heavier with noticeable increases in breast and bicep
size. The medical people were concerned but almost all of the girls and many
if not most of the parents were delighted with their kid's muscular selves.
Whomever it was that first postulated the age-old adage that bigger is better
was correct.

When the attending Neurologists and educators tested the girl's mental acuity,
they were astonished to discover that each of the girls' IQs hovered in the
140 to 150 range. The young women were not only physically enhanced they were
now virtual geniuses.

A fascinated and more than just interested public was devouring anything and
everything concerning the developments at Amador High which was predictably
now being referred to as AMAZON high ... while the teenaged girls' condition
was being referred to as the Amazon Syndrome or the Amazon Effect ... While
the girls themselves were being referred to as the new AMAZONS.

It had yet to be determined as fact but the girls of Amador High all knew that
the weakest among them was now stronger than the strongest boy and the girls
delighted in demonstrating their superiority at every opportunity presented to
them. The girls were beginning to refer to themselves as ... AMAZONS ... many
of the girls bullied some of the boys settling previous grudges with brute
strength.

Alarmists among medical experts familiar with the conditions at Amador High
were fearful that if this condition or virus or contagion or whatever the hell
it was were to escape the confines of the school and spread widely, the earth
itself could be facing a pandemic, a new paradigm where females could evolve
into the dominate gender. The same experts were devoting considerable time and
study and resources actively pursuing Antidotes.

Millie kept a low profile but while she wasn't the biggest of the girls, she
was nonetheless by far the strongest among her contemporaries and she
understood she would soon be under a government microscope so her immediate
goal was in maintain a low profile.

However, on this sunny Thursday afternoon Mildred Van Dyke wanted to have some
fun and she knew exactly what would be the most funnest fun she could possibly
have. She and her quartet of blossoming bosom buddies entered the school gym
with mischief in their eyes.

"Not today girls." Millie and her posse were stopped by Coach St. Clair as
soon as the girls entered the gym. "It's Thursday, the gym is reserved for
football players for the next three hours."

"Oh, please." Millie giggled aloud. "You and the school district still have an
all-boys policy, don't you?" She closed the distance between she and the coach
amused when he took a few backwards steps.

"Yes, yes we do." He stopped himself from retreating further. "We all felt
that it would be unfair to allow muscular girls, such as yourselves, to play
football. Amador High is the only high school in the area with ..." He
momentarily hesitated searching for the politically correct words ...
"Enhanced girls."

"Nonetheless, I and my little enhanced fiends wish to lift some weights
today." She laughed because after their second growth enhancements her four
little friends, like most of the girls in school, were now at least
six-feet-tall with muscles on top of muscles.

"Okay then." She smiled confidently. "How about this?"

Milly breathed deeply and raised her arms into the air mimicking the act of
lifting a barbell allowing her more than generous biceps to show themselves to
the coach. The simple act of breathing deeply was too much for her already
overly-taxed blouse and she pooped the top three buttons sending one into the
chest of Bobby Mitchell, the third string quarterback, while the other two
missiles bounced off the face of coach St. Clair who was less than amused and
said so.

"Girl, that's not funny." He stopped his tirade short once he had focused his
eyes on Silly Milly. Her gigantic untethered boobs were all but hanging out of
her blouse and the man nearly choked. The members (no pun intended) of the
entire football team were mesmerized by the sight of her inviting breasts.

"Tell you what coach." Millie pretended to cinch up her blouse. "Chose your
ten strongest guys. Have them bicep curl the heaviest weight they can. Me and
my lady friends will lift the heaviest weights we can. If your ten boys lift
more than me and my girls we will leave. However, should the five of us
outlift your ten best then your team will shut the fuck up and get the hell
out of here."

"Come on, coach." She pointed to and laughed at the team. "That's two guys for
each girl." The team grunted encouragement at their coach.

The coach laughed inwardly. He understood that a respectable bicep curl in a
supervised competition would be somewhere around 150 pounds. Accordingly, it
was reasonable to expect that the ten well-muscled athletes he selected should
be able to bicep curl at least 1,500 pounds meaning that each of the five
girls would need to lift 300 pounds each to stand any chance of winning.

As the coach expected, each of the ten guys managed to lift an average 155
pounds for a total of 1,550 pounds.

The four powerful looking enhanced teenaged girls were inexplicably stronger
than they looked and had each managed to individually approach the current
world record by lifting an astounding average of nearly 225 pounds apiece; a
total of 900 pounds.

"Very good ladies." The coach recognized the amazing accomplishment and
reluctantly said as much. "Amazing."

However, coach St. Clair was more confident than ever because this meant that
in order for her team to win Millie would need to bicep curl 650 pounds all by
herself a preposterous amount of weight considering the world record for
heavyweight men was less than 250 pounds meaning the Millie would need to lift
nearly 21/2 times the world record and nearly five times her own body weight
of 135 lbs.

Millie insisted that the members of the football team along with her girls
leave the gym; she wanted there to be no witnesses because what was about
happen would draw unwanted attention to her.

Coach St. Clair was grinning from ear to ear as he measured out 650 pounds the
amount needed for Millie's team to win. He watched as the thirteen-year-old
girl approached the imposing weight with a confidence born from who knew
where.

She gripped the bar and easily without hesitation bicep curled the 650-pound
weight, not once not twice but an astonishing five times in succession a feat
considered impossible. Not satisfied yet Millie lifted the 650 pounds high
over her head military pressing the weight five more times before switching to
several one-handed lifts. She joyously watched as her upper arms temporally
sprouted gigantic biceps approaching forty inches in diameter before receding
to half that size.

"Damn it." The coach had noticed the metamorphosis and screamed at Millie.
"You're a fucking freak." The vein in his forehead appeared about ready to
explode. "You're all fucking freaks." The coach had nearly feinted as he
watched this 13-year-old seventh grade girl's straining biceps erupt into
mountains of expanding steel like boulders. "You're all destroying the natural
order of things ... and you." He pointed at Millie and asked. "How fucking
strong are you?"

"Stronger than most, I guess." She flexed again allowing her now 20" biceps to
peak. "You want to feel them?" She moved closer to the profusely sweating
coach. "Come on old man you know you want to." When Coach St. Clare relented
and finally reached for her arm, she pulled it away.

"Psyche." She laughed in his face as she continued to flex. "You wish."

"If you tell anyone about what happened, what I did here today I will kill you
a lot."

Demonstrating her total dominance Millie forced coach St. Clare into an
unbreakable head lock making sure her 20" bicep of steel was firmly pressing
against his adam's apple until he began to go limp. When she finally released
her hold the coach fell to the ground, protectively curled himself up into the
fetal position, and projectile vomited voluminous amounts of yellowish bile
everywhere.

"Clean up on aisle nine." Millie giggled, turned on her heels, exited the gym
never looking back confident that the coach would go to his grave before
revealing what had happened in the gym that day ... besides who would believe
him.

"You can go back in now." Millie never revealed what had just happened in the
gym leaving the football players and her girls to wonder.

Several days passed and the medical research teams were still at a loss to
explain the unprecedented phenomenon occurring in Amador County still commonly
being referred to by much of the nation as AMAZON High. All eyes were focused
on the tiny Northern California enclave demanding answers.

Each of the girls at the school had grown faster than fast. The average girl
now stood near 6-2 160 pounds of solid unwavering female muscle which
apparently is denser than that of their weaker male counterparts.

People needed to be reminded that the nearly 200 effected female students
ranged in age from 12 to 18 years old. Extensive medical exams were showing
that the girl's busts rarely measured less than 32B while their biceps ranged
from 11 1/2" for the younger girls to as large as 26" in diameter for the
older ones.

One of the parents who was paid $15,000 by an Internet Web-site called
'bicep-blessed-babes' for exclusive video clips of her daughter preening and
posing. The site posted a copy of the private zoom session of her daughter
displaying her body.

Every inch of Judy Davis' 6-foot-two-inch taut body was layered with slabs of
thick solid muscle. She was facing away from the camera displaying a muscular
structure that went well beyond just toned. For instance, her massive
trapezoids bulged at the base of her neck, forming prominent striations
extending across her shoulders down the middle of her back. The largest of the
world's most competitive male body builders would have been impressed if not
envious.

Judy slipped on her tiny bikini top and turned to face the camera displaying
her big breasts that were straining to escape the barely adequate top. The
girl who less the six weeks ago was a skinny pre-pubescent child effected a
stunning double bicep pose flaunting incomprehensible 14 3/4" peaked biceps.

"People ... This is not right ... The CDC needs to aggressively step up and
investigate ... stop this fucking madness." Mrs. Davis was crying as she
narrated the film. "My daughter is only 12-years-old ... She is in no way
mentally prepared to deal with her own body ... When will this stop? ... We
need answers ... We need results. Write to your Congressmen and to your
Senators ... Demand action ... We need to save our kids."

The authorities had isolated and confined all off the students, even the boys,
to the school grounds with only government and assisting civilian medical
professionals allowed access; all wore hazmat suits. Most of the boys were
petrified by the girls and were begging to be allowed to return to their
homes. The female students were perfectly content grateful with their new
overwhelming Amazonian physical prowess.

The condition effecting the near 200 female students was being characterized
as the Amazon Effect or the Amazon Syndrome. The female students all seemed to
be exhibitionists many of whom lounged around the pool and paraded themselves
around the school grounds showing off their incomprehensible bodies to the
many onlookers who surrounded the school taking pictures and videos with high
powered telephoto lenses then posting the candid photos and videos on the
Internet.

The muscular teenagers were understandingly filled with hubris. The Amazon
like girls delighted in showing off for one another and for the cameras. The
girls imposed themselves on the boys teasing them until they ejaculated in
their pants all the while taking Millie's words of warning to heart eschewing
even the hint of penetration.

The blatant aggressive actions of the girls was a juxtaposition of traditional
male female roles to be sure and had it not been for Millie's warning they
would have treated the boys to sexual experiences of which they could only
dream.

The girls enjoyed using the large public Olympic sized swimming pool that
served the community but was now under quarantine only available to the
students of Amador high school. Most of the girls swam and sunned themselves
topless cavorting around the pool flaunting their nubile bodies. Exercise
equipment had moved from the wight room to the pool area and the girls seemed
compelled to lift and avail themselves to body building equipment for hours on
end.

The southern California paparazzi had arrived in droves and by using telephoto
lenses captured hours and hours of videos which they posted on the internet.
The uninhibited girls of Amazon High enjoyed watching themselves on You Tube,
Snap Chat, and Tik Tok.

They discussed their future plans amongst themselves. Most assumed they would
find careers in show biz as movie or TV actresses or lingerie models or
Instagram influencers while some actually hoped for careers in porn. Some of
the girls aspired to be MMA fighters or professional wrestlers.

None expected that they would end up in mundane jobs such as waitressing.

Eventually the girls grew bored with the confinement and like the boys they
too began to clamor for the cessation of the quarantine. The public was
increasingly in favor of the girl's position by a three to one majority;
politicians were beginning to take notice. The female population of the world
was more than 90% in favor of lifting the quarantine all hoping no doubt that
they might be infected with the Amazon Effect.

Since there was no actual evidence that the students were contagious the CDC
reluctantly ruled that the quarantine should be lifted and the students be
released by the end of the week but monitored on a monthly basis. The bigger
girls, the ones with the highest traces of testosterone, would be monitored
and tested weekly.

The national media would be there in mass and the authorities promised that
security would be provided for the students and their families. True to their
word the government agents whisked the students, boys and girls alike, away
from the media directly to their homes.

Maria the live-in maid had prepared Millie and her four bosom buddies with a
home cooked gourmet feist for lunch; steaks and lobster tails, corn on the
cobb, and baked potatoes with tiramisu desert cakes. Maria pampered the girls
and provided two magnums of Champaign; one of Don Perignon and the other a
vintage Moet something or other.

After sating themselves with double and triple helpings of everything the
girls had all thanked Maria and exited the dining area.

"Oh my God ... It's happening again." Sandi, Candy, Ashley, and Caroline were
relaxing in the TV room finishing off the bubbly enjoying fourth helpings of
everything while closely watching the evening news.

"Millie join us." Sandi had called out to Millie to join them.

"What's happening?"

Millie let her words trail off and focused her attention on the Nightly News
from MSNBC. As Rachel Maddow was relaying the story to her viewers she seemed
to be more amused than concerned.

Three separate fast spreading outbreaks of the sudden muscle growth syndrome
effecting females similar to but even more pronounced than those in Northern
California had medical experts concerned. Several schools in South Arica,
Saudi Arabia, and in the city of Bern in Switzerland were reporting numerous
outbreaks of the 'Amazon Syndrome' with no end in sight.

The contagion, which has now been determined to be an airborne virus had not
been isolated in time in those countries and contagious girls were spreading
the condition unabated throughout the land.

Youthful physically enhanced females were happily flaunting their suddenly
larger breasts and their massive muscles singing ... 'I Am Woman Here Me Roar'
... unknowingly announcing to the world that a new paradigm was on its way.

Experts from The National Institute of Allergies and infectious Diseases
(NIAID) as well as public and private medical specialists were trying to
downplay the dangers of the infectious conditions that were currently
spreading across the continents of Asia, Africa and Europe as the first cases
of this new variant reached the U.S. shores.

However, every expert in the field of infectious diseases understood that what
was happening was the beginning of an uncontrollable pandemic. Uncontrollable
because the carriers of the virus wanted to transmit the condition to other
women while most other women desired to be infected.

Accordingly, at the current rate this Amazon virus was spreading it was only a
matter of months maybe even weeks before the Amazon Syndrome would engulf the
entire planet and elevate the female population to near Goddess status
inexorably ascending to positions of absolute power and dominance.

"Oh no." Millie had a bad felling. She read over her mother's travel
itinerary.

"MOM ..."

Epilogue:

Dr. Van Dyke's serum was a resounding success. However, Elizabeth had been
shocked but not in least disappointed when her growth serum mutated into a
self-infusing permeating airborne contagious virus that inexorably scattered
unabated across the land passing from female to female to female to female to
female ... with no end in sight.

AMAZON HIGH ... 6,500 words ... by the Elder Barry ... to be continued - why
not?