THE MIGHTY QUINN
By Elder Barry - Erctwo@aol.com
Death is her curse


Everyone who knew the eighteen-year-old Elizabeth "Beth" Quinn understood that
the girl was special; genetically blessed from birth. Beth's dad had been an
all-American track star at Yale while her mother, a former Miss California
contestant, was an Olympic level pole vaulter at Stanford.

This child was pre-ordained to have it all; beauty, brawn, and brains.

At birth their golden child was destined for success, clearly preordained for
greatness. However, that wasn't the entire story. She arrived several weeks
premature weighing less than two and half pounds. Beth was suffering from an
extremely rare birth defect, one that threatened her life.

Elizabeth Quinn's mom refused to accept the birthing doctors' dire prognosis.
Mrs. Quinn approached Dr. Robert Young, a world renown Stanford University
doctor and medical researcher. The desperate mom pleaded for his help. Her
daughter's team of doctors had already determined that Beth had been born with
a rare heretofore incurable blood disorder. Short of miracle the likelihood of
her survival was nil.

Dr. Young almost immediately recognized how wrong those doctors were. He
ascertained that the infant's adrenal gland was defective, inexplicably
compromised and incapable of producing and distributing adrenaline throughout
the infant's body. The main function of adrenaline is to trigger blood vessels
to contract and re-direct blood flow to major muscle groups. An occasional
side effect was an increase in strength during periods of trauma and stress.

As luck would have It Dr. Young, who worked in the Stanford Radiology
Department, specialized in hematological deficiencies in an infant's adrenal
gland production. He was working on and developing experimental nuclear
medicines, including Gamma Rays, that he hoped could and expected would help
stem the deleterious effects of the disease while restoring the functionality
of the gland.

He decided on his own to illegally and surreptitiously treat the dying child
by introducing heavy doses of still experimental radiated platelet enriched
plasma directly into Beth's pituitary and adrenal glands. Not only did the
drug save baby Elizabeth's life, the infant immediately began to show
extraordinary progress including substantial weight gains and an increase in
physical activity.

Dr. Young continued to discretely monitor Beth's development from a distance
through high school to her first year of college, discerning only one
significant side effect. He discovered that whenever Beth became overly
excited or angry or felt threatened, she would exhibit remarkable adrenalin
spikes temporarily imbuing her with extraordinary strength. Much like a
distressed mother lifting an automobile off her trapped child Beth Quinn would
transmute into a veritable super-woman; hulking out if you will.

As Beth matured into her late teens, she realized her specialness as did
everyone who knew her or came in contact with her or admired her from afar.
Her numerous athletic accomplishments as young high school student forecast a
bright future for the golden child as did her 4.5 grade point average.
However, Dr. Young was concerned that Beth might possess an unfair physical
advantage over her competition.

Despite the untimely death of Dr. Young who earlier in the year had passed
away from a massive cerebral brain hemorrhage Beth vowed that this summer
would be special. Her parents had rewarded their grieving daughter with a
surprise and she couldn't have been more grateful.

Spending three full months at the home of her parent's ultra-rich vacationing
friends would afford Beth with some much-needed alone time, time to train;
time to swim in their Olympic sized pool, time to lift weights, time to
work-out in their fully equipped gym all without distraction thus allowing
Beth time to further sculpt and shape her nearly perfect nubile teenage
bicep-blessed body.

At first light Beth rolled out of bed, shed her diaphanous nightie, and
glanced at her image in the full-length mirror that dominated the guest
bedroom, her bedroom at least for now. Beth was a virtual Goddess; albeit a
relatively short one.

Beth Quinn stood a mere five-foot-four but weighed a solid 120 pounds of
girlish muscle. She happily flexed her astonishing body and proudly admired
her reflection. She smiled broadly at her gravity defying 36" C-Cup teen
breasts, her tiny 19" waist, her six-pack abs, and her womanly 34" hips, a
combination that placed her among the elite female athletes on the planet.

Her uncontrollable display of hubris never failed to excite her.

She felt the familiar adrenaline surge flowing through her body as she flexed
her bigger than average 13 1/4 inch sized upper-arms and grinned as her
rock-hard biceps incongruously exploded into impressive majestic almost
immeasurable feminine biceps; her closest guy friend at school complimented
Beth by proclaiming the girl had 'flex appeal'.

Beth stemmed the adrenaline surge and returned to her normal physique. She
enthusiastically skipped her way down the hall to the bathroom with its
luxurious glass enclosed shower stall where she allowed the steaming hot water
to cascade down her overly muscled, well-tanned well-toned torso.

She happily caressed her amazing burgeoning teen body, an action that never
failed to produce a powerful nearly overwhelming womanly orgasm or two. She
was only eighteen-years-old and already orgasmic. In every way imaginable the
Mighty Quinn was a truly blessed girl.

The truly blessed teenaged vixen happily jogged down the hill to the quaint
little townlet that served the residence of the affluent gated-community.
Eagar to show-off her body Elizabeth was wearing skin-tight lime-green cutoff
jean shorts that hugged her muscular derriere, her well-tanned sexy diamond
shaped muscular calves as well as her tightly packed thighs.

Her modest lilac-colored sports bra was somehow managing to keep her generous
breasts from bouncing too provocatively while preventing her cleavage from
spilling out her top. Today she had opted to wear her $299.99 Nike air-zoom
limited addition Michael Jordan racing shoes along with her favorite green and
lilac striped athletic socks.

Beth Quinn was resplendent in her near skin-tight multi-colored coordinated
outfit. As was her want she stopped in at La Bodega cafe where she was greeted
warmly by, Franco Lopez, the Latino proprietor who helped select her meals; a
breakfast, a lunch, and a dinner; the last two were to go.

For her take-out lunch Beth opted for a Spanish styled grilled cheese sandwich
made with European melted mahon and manchego cheeses, roasted garlic, sweet
peppers and sweet yellow Spanish onions, along with tortilla chips and Spanish
olives. For her dinner she selected the family sized Spanish style Fillet De
Salmon, brown rice, jalapeno peppers, roasted heirloom tomatoes, and a bunch
of other stuff including assorted fruits, 'the everyday salad" with extra
avocado and sour cream, plus a number of sweet Mexican sodas like Orange Topo
Sabores, Grape Sangria, and Sensorial Apple Mundet.

Without exhibiting a care in the world Beth relaxed at an outside table and
enjoyed a typical light Spanish breakfast consisting of a number of melon
wedges, a tasty half baguette of asparagus wrapped prosciutto, smothered in
virgin olive oil with fresh tomato slices, a few drops of tangy muscatel
vinegar, sweet saut�ed Spanish onions, and a large hot chocolate with a dollop
of thick whipped cream. For dessert the Mighty Quinn treated herself to a
lightly sugared vanilla stuffed chiro.

Beth basked in the hot summer sun enjoying her cosmopolitan repast while
squeezing an isometric gel-exerciser or stress ball which increases blood
circulation, strengthens one's wrist, increasing one's grip, and builds up
one's forearm muscle. She was enjoying her morning ritual of reading the local
newspaper. She was both surprised by and fascinated with the rising crime rate
in this heavily policed upscale enclave.

The reporter postulated that despite the ubiquitous police presence and the
highly visible private security company personnel, the rich would always be
inviting targets for the miscreants of the world. Despite the extremely high
risks involved with targeting a wealthy gated-community, the most-boldest and
the least-brightest of the predatory criminals would always be attracted to
the most-richest targets within.

Beth donned her backpack and prepared for her one-and one-half mile
semi-sprint up the relatively steep hill leading back to the house. She wasn't
halfway there when she found her path blocked by the largest human being she
had ever seen in person. The man who stood nearly seven-foot-five had packed
350 if not 400 pounds onto his outrageously muscular frame. He casually
stepped out of the bushes onto the road blocking her way.

"Hey little girl ... I like your shoes." She was disgusted by the sight of his
gnarly yellowish nearly fang-like predatory teeth and a little intimidated by
what appeared to be his twenty-six-inch biceps.

"Thanks guy." Beth tried to run around the man but he stepped in front of her
and hindered her egress. Had she wished she could have easily used her speed
and avoided the man all together.

However, when the least subtle highwayman ever grabbed at her breasts Beth's
adrenalin quickly surged well beyond her capacity to control. Reasonable
prudence dictated that she run around the guy and avoid a confrontation.
However, on this day the Mighty Quinn was itching for a fight and the
gratification she knew would result. Even knowing what was about to happen she
could do nothing to curb the internal rush. She could feel her muscles
exploding within her.

The skilled teenaged martial-arts student instinctively grabbed and pulled the
big man's outstretched arms towards her. Using his own forward momentum and
her own prodigious strength, she deftly flipped the flailing shit-head over
her back forcibly flinging the surprised giant flying head over heels into the
bushes and against a tree with such force that the big man was momentarily
immobile, dizzy, and unable to breathe normally.

Beth Quinn was deciding how badly she should hurt the giant when she was
surprised by a second man who had materialized from the bushes behind her. The
man bear-hugged her squeezing hard enough to momentarily take her breath away.
She didn't resist as he lifted her completely off the ground and squeezed her
even harder. However, the instant Beth's feet re-met the ground and gained
purchase she ferociously propelled her head backwards striking her attacker
flush in his ugly face.

Screaming from the pain the man released his hold and cradled his bleeding
face in his hands hoping to stem the steady stream of blood flowing from his
broken nose. When Beth turned to face the man, he had managed to stand and was
brandishing a large hunting knife. The man instinctively but clumsily stabbed
at her mid-section which she easily deflected away.

Undeterred he launched a long now knifeless looping right hand at the girl's
head which she easily dodged, blocked, and caught the telegraphed punch with
both of her strong hands. Using only her left Beth began to squeeze, squish,
and squash, squish, squash, and forcibly squeeze his right hand with all of
her considerable might. The man's frightened eyes were now fixated on her
not-to-be believed stunningly peaked biceps; biceps so large they seemed
almost cartoonish.

The Mighty Quinn could feel the man's hand crumpling in hers. As she squeezed
even harder his numerous bones and ligaments and cartilage seemed to surrender
to her power and disintegrate. Beth released her vice like grip on the man's
now deformed right hand only because she sensed that the previously disposed
of big guy was fast approaching her from behind.

The agile teen spun around, leaped high into the air (Buffy Summers' style),
and double kicked the big man in his face dislodging a number of his teeth.
From that moment on Beth would forever think of and refer to the giant as
Smiley. Amazingly the Mighty Quinn duplicated the feat (no pun intended) this
time simultaneously double striking Smiley in his solar plexus and his
testicles with the calloused balls of her feet. The terrifying teen terror
finished the one-sided scuffle with a double fisted punch to the back of the
ogre's head.

"This ain't over girlie." The big man had withstood her powerful onslaught and
was now kneeling on all-fours beginning to rise to his feet intent no doubt on
doing bad-bad things to the smirking teenager.

"That's too bad for you then." Beth wanted it to end now so she roughly pushed
the startled big man down flat on his belly and forcibly held the incredulous
hopelessly struggling giant in place. She grasped him by the chin
contemplating her options. The Mighty Quinn could administer the popular
rear-naked choke hold and renderer Smiley unconscious. Beth could teach the
man a painful well-deserved lesson and break a few bones or she could simply
kill him.

"Any last words?" Beth Quinn had opted for door number three. Her adrenalin
had spiked beyond her ability to control. Without a second thought she found
herself breaking his fucking neck, snapping it like a fragile little twig
severing his spinal cord.

Beth savored her kill rationalizing that she had been completely justified
killing this one because now the big grinning creepy creep could never ever
again attack another young woman.

The moment Beth killed Smiley she realized she had another problem on her
hands. A two-hundred-pound problem who was currently groveling at her feet
whining, wailing, and whimpering in obvious unrelenting agonizing pain, a man
who if she allowed to live would forever be known as Lefty.

However, Beth who was nothing if not pragmatic realized that poor Lefty was an
eye-witness to her vicious act of murder or at the very least manslaughter.
Not to mention that the man had seen her unreal metamorphosis from sexy teen
to a she-hulk.

Beth had no real choice, Lefty had to die. Before she killed the southpaw, she
paraded her naked self in front of the wall-eyed creep-a-zoid giving him one
last moment of pleasure. She bounced her now cartoonish sized breasts and
flexed her massive growing biceps not only impressing Lefty with their size
but herself as well, Beth had never ever been bigger She giggled when she saw
Lefty's manhood straining against his pants; no matter the circumstances guys
will always be guys.

She placed her expensive Jordan's in her back pack, removed Lefty's shoes, and
placed her much smaller feet into his size twelves. She wore them backwards so
even as she moved forward her tracks would lead investigators to believe that
at some point Lefty or an unidentified someone else had carried the giant man
into or out of the woods or maybe both. Beth had been determined to plant as
many confusing clues as humanly possible. The Mighty Quinn understood exactly
what she had to do, what she was about to do, and what she was doing now.

As is the case with most super-enhanced human beings Beth's attributes were
often exaggerated to the point of parody. The unprecedented adrenaline surge
now coursing through her veins was more intense and more pronounced than ever
before.

Her teen body was actually breaking down and rearranging DNA strands while
manipulating genes triggering her spectacular bicep growth spurts facilitating
physical augmentations well beyond rational proportionality. All of her muscle
groups seemed to stretch and contract with her every movement.

Beth reached into the back of each man's jeans grasping them at the belt
easily lifting each man with one of her strong hands and carried both guys
deep into the bushes. Because she was carrying the weight of the two men her
foot prints sank deep into the terrain giving the impression that lefty had
carried Smiley into and out of the woods or vice versa or a combination of
both; who knew, who would ever know for sure.

The Mighty Quinn placed Lefty into a position from where he could easily see
her performing impossible feats of strength on his giant friend. For leverage
she placed her bare foot against the man's chest, grabbed his left arm, and
began to violently twist, wrench, and pull until she had rested that arm
completely free of his torso, blood spurted from the arm but she managed to
stay clear.

By now Lefty was weeping uncontrollably as he watched in horror as Beth
repeated the same vicious sadistic act of strength on Smiley's right arm and
then on each of his legs. For a final display of the sadistic ritual, she
squeezed and twisted and turned his skull around and around until she had
managed to rip his head clean off placing it in a grotesque pile with his
severed limbs.

The Mighty Quinn gently removed Lefty's raging hard-on from his pants and
slowly and gently jerked him off allowing the man to evacuate his semen one
last time before she sadistically ripped his now flaccid penis off and forced
into the mouth of the dead giant's decapitated head.

Beth was extremely careful so in order to minimize the possibility of blood
splattering onto her clothing she had already stripped herself naked. The
Mighty Quinn was experiencing an adrenalin rush like no other, a rush that
continued to overwhelm her sensibilities.

Inexplicably she wanted to re-enact a gruesome scene from an underground
mid-night horror movie she had recently seen. Using both of her strong hands
Beth seized the blubbering sniveling man by his head.

Mainly because she wanted to see if she was actually capable of re-enacting an
awesome scene from that movie she began to squeeze and crush, squeeze and
crush, squeeze and crush until what remained of the now very dead Lefty's head
exploded much like an enormous oozing blackhead on the 'Dr. Pimple' reality TV
show.

She calmed herself down by taking several deep breaths and entered a soothing
meditation state until her body returned to normal. Before re-dressing Beth
used pieces of her victims' clothing, leaves from the bushes, and clumps of
dirt she had plucked from the ground to clean up a bit.

She wiped herself down as best she could, understanding that the two thugs'
DNA most assuredly remained affixed to her. For now, she only wanted to clean
up enough to be inconspicuous should she be seen heading home. She cocked her
arm back, spun around like a discuss competitor, and flung Lefty's left-shoe
in a westerly direction deep into the woods. She hurled his right shoe deep
into the woods in an easterly direction.

Returning to the roadway Beth retraced her steps lightly stepping only into
the imprints left by Lefty's footprints. She picked up her things including
the remains of the dead guys' clothing and continued her run up the hill all
the while thinking about the first of the previous four humans she had killed.

She stripped naked and deposited all of the clothing, hers and the dead guys
into a large metallic trash can which was nestled in a corner way in the back
of the pool area. She added lighter fluid she found at barbeque grill and
proceeded to burn everything, completely destroying all of the DNA that may
have been clinging to the clothing.

She had disposed of everything except her prized $299.99 Nike shoes. Paying
extra attention to the shoes' soles Beth vigorously and thoroughly rubbed down
every inch of the iconic kicks with bleach and disinfectant more than once.
When she had placed the Jordan's in the washing machine, she finally relaxed.

Beth entered the pool house shower allowing hot scolding water to cleanse her
body for a full ten minutes. She donned her bikini and headed for the pool.
She couldn't wait to read the local morning paper. There was no doubt in her
mind that the gruesome story describing the double murders would appear
prominently above the fold. The Mighty Quinn fully expected a satisfying
morning because she fully expected that reading that news story would bring on
multiple orgasms.

She entered the main-house and put away her groceries. After disposing of
Smiley and Lefty, Beth had worked up quite an appetite. She used the toaster
oven for twenty to thirty seconds to heat up her grilled cheese sandwich until
it was good and gooey. Along with her Mexican orange drink, several Spanish
olives, and her chips she headed for the pool area to assuage her now ravenous
appetite.

As soon as she had finished with her lunch she began to exercise in earnest.
First, she limbered up by thoroughly stretching her body followed by countless
make-shift pull ups, sit ups, leg squats, and one-armed pushups followed with
isometric exercises designed to strengthen one's core without putting undo
stress on her muscles, finishing her routine with ten minutes of Tai Chi, a
series of ancient Chinese style movements performed in a slow focused manner
accompanied with deep breathing, a regimen considered to be a gentle way to
combat stress.

The unrepentant Mighty Quinn giggled girlishly as she thought that now when
people described her as having a killer body, they would be at least
thirty-three percent more-righter than they had ever been before.

Leonard Vander Camp the Third had eschewed his planned Mexican vacation with
'friends' for a relaxing summer at home. He was surprised to see an amazing
young girl using the family pool. He was both curious and intrigued as he
watched her strip naked before burning a bunch of stuff including her clothing
in the trash bin.

The only other time Leonard had ever seen a female anywhere near as fetching
and as beautiful as she, was a blonde girl who was working towards her medical
degree and 'loved to laugh'. She had been posing totally naked in a magazine
and had a staple running through her navel.

It hadn't taken but a second or two for Master Van Camp to remove his
surprisingly large dick from his pants and not much longer than that for him
to gush forth a massive load into one of his old Harvard sweatshirts.

Leonard was in every sense of the word a mega-nerd. From an early age he
realized that whenever his class-males pronounced the last syllable of his
name 'nerd' they always over emphasized it and laughed. That four-letter
syllable which consisted of more than half of his first name; 57.1429% to be
exact, followed him through kindergarten, grade school, middle school, junior
high and high school - all the way to Harvard -

Nonetheless, he was a veritable genius with an IQ far exceeding 170; at
eighteen he had already completed his junior year at Harvard; mostly pre-law
and advanced mathematics classes as well as an 'An Introduction to Buffy the
Vampire Slayer' course. The young man stood just under five-foot-seven and to
be kind he was emaciated. He was Auschwitz skinny, weighing less than 120
pounds of muscle-less skin and bone.

He was often referred to as a nerdy walking skeleton by his mean classmates
both in high school and now at college. He hated looking at his body and he
embarrassingly shied away from the opposite sex. Romantic relationships were
nothing but a rumor to him. However, Leonard had more money than God at his
disposal. So, he had acquired an ID and a credit card both with false names
and he cavorted with $1,000 a night escorts and prostitutes but that was about
it for his carnal pleasures.

Not surprisingly he was both amazed and annoyed by the young girl's extremely
muscular yet feminine physique. He began to rationalize that if she could
achieve such results, he too could improve his body by exercising and lifting
weights just as she had. He had at least three months to accomplish something
with nothing to lose.

Finally, alone with her thoughts Beth dove into the pool. She swam dozens of
laps before stretching out her well-toned muscles. She toweled off before
luxuriating on a chase lounge. She was topless, no tan lines for her. She was
basking in the sun soaking up the warm summer rays when she imagined seeing
curtains moving at a second-floor window.

Beth understood that she needed to investigate. Whomever it was peering out
that window may have seen her burning her clothing; questions would be raised.
While preparing a cover story for her actions, 'I shat myself' sounded
plausible. Beth Quinn raced into the main-house taking the stairs two and
three at time to the second floor. Even as Beth raced up the stairs, she was
complimenting herself for correctly conjuring up the word 'shat'... the past
particle of shit.

Beth controlled her breathing and stood motionless at the top of the stairs
attempting to determine which was the right room when she heard a disturbing
crashing sound coming from the weight room.

For the first time Beth realized she was still topless, nonetheless she
entered the weight room and immediately needed to stifle a laugh. The topless
generously proportioned teenaged girl saw a naked young man, a boy really,
trapped underneath a very heavy looking barbell. Undoubtedly the same heavy
one she had worked out with the night before; the one she should have returned
to the rack.

The young man was displaying a rather impressive but flaccid penis lolling
just short of his bellybutton, an indication that when he got hard, he would
be 'sponge worthy'. He was valiantly struggling to extricate himself from his
predicament.

However, recognizing the boys obvious lack of upper body strength a concerned
Beth Quinn immediately realized he had no chance in hell of freeing himself.
If she didn't help, the boy would likely rot on the floor of the weight room
forever. He couldn't even budge the heavy weight pressing down on his chest, a
weight that was seemingly about to crush him.

The Mighty Quinn felt a familiar adrenalin spike surging throughout her
muscular body. Knowing she was now capable of almost anything, she stooped
down and using only her left-hand confidently and easily lifted and curled the
huge 300-plus-pound weight from the chest of the struggling boy. When she
returned the barbell to the top-rung of the three-tier storage rack she
noticed, as had he, that her biceps had risen majestically resembling and
exceeding the biggest of the biggest female body builders on the planet, all
the more remarkable given her otherwise slight stature.

His eyes widened as he focused on, not her spectacular breasts, but on her
muscular arms. She deftly donned the t-shirt she had discarded the night
before tossing the boy a towel so he could cover himself. She flashed the
young man a winning smile.

Had Beth been expecting him to thank her she would have been sadly mistaken.
He rolled over on his knees and awkwardly scrambled to his feet, fondled his
penis for a brief moment, grabbed and put on his pants, and immediately began
to hurl a string of surprisingly vindictive epithets at her.

The young man was spewing unexpected and cruel vitriol which he directed at a
surprised Beth Quinn. He was reacting as if she had just murdered his pet
dog's puppies or pissed on his computer or ate his last edible.

"You arrogant contemptuous belittling god-damned fucking bitch." Leonard was
beet red and turning redder. "You supercilious horse's ass." He turned away
from her searching for the right words but immediately spun on his heels and
faced her head-on as he continued his diatribe. "You snooty haughty pompous
contemptuous fucking seeping ass boil ..." He let his words trail off.

"You go, Harvard." She had noticed his school sweat shirt. "Did you recently
buy yourself a thesaurus?"

"Fuck you!" The boy was livid. "It wasn't enough for you to simply lift the
weight off my chest." He grimaced. "Oh no, you needed to feed your massive
ego, needed to belittle me in the process." He brushed away a tear.

"Okay bitch." He continued. "I get it. You're a girl and you're bigger and
stronger than me. Big deal." He was totally fixated on her pulsating biceps.
"So damn what. Fuck you bitch."

"Paranoid much?" Beth stared him confused by his venomous vituperation. "Calm
down before you burst a blood vessel."

"Did you really need to flaunt your breasts and your God-given muscular
attributes?" He knew not how else to describe her absurdly massive biceps. He
brushed more tears from his eyes before continuing some more.

"Was it really necessary for you to humble and embarrass me even further?
Lifting that damn weight off my chest using only one hand, one fucking hand;
that wasn't fucking right. Was that absolutely necessary?" He returned his
attention to her biceps. "By the way how is that even possible?"

"Dude." Beth smiled. "What's your name?"

"Leonard, but I would prefer it if you would call me Lenny."

'Okay Lenny ... But only if you promise not to strangle a rabbit." She pointed
to the side of her head. "Don't act so surprised, I read." She smiled.

"Lenny, you're being absurd." Beth was so damn angry with the ungrateful
little shit she did nothing to curb her surging adrenalin flow. She grabbed
the barbell treating it as if it were nothing more than a landline phone
receiver. She began to repeatedly power-lift the massive 300 hundred plus
weight high over her head; first with right hand and then her left. She
maintained her cool as she achieved two delightful orgasms while flaunting her
absurdly peaked biceps.

"Like it or not sparky this discipline is easy for me. Lifting weights is
something I do religiously every day, 24/7." As was her want she admired the
cephalic bluish worm like vein running up and down her arms feeding blood to
her bulging biceps that were unfathomable in size and scope.

"God given my ass. I've worked hard to sculpt this body." Beth couldn't resist
smirking a little bit. "You might want to try it, Lenny." She condescendingly
flexed her pulsating right bicep until it peaked beyond reasonable
proportions. "Why in the hell would I want to embarrass you?"

More importantly why in God's name was she showing off in front of this twit.

Right now, the boy was in total shock not fully understanding if what he was
seeing was real or a visual hallucination. Could he actually be viewing the
largest female teen biceps on the planet. Leonard was perplexed and silently
lowered his eyes away from her while still managing to peak at her guns of
mass destruction.

"Lenny, there's no one else here. If I wanted to embarrass you, I would have
done this." She grasped the boy by his crotch area and just below his chin and
lifted the struggling kid high over her head and began a full set of
twenty-five military presses.

"What are you, 130 pounds?" She laughed a haughty laugh. "That's nothing for
me." Beth slowly lifted and lowered his malleable body up and down, up and
down, up and down. "I can do this all day." She shifted her hands, placing her
right hand in the middle of his back for balance and continued lifting him
over her head with ease.

She was now wearing her sleeveless oversized t-shirt which afforded the horny
little Harvard fuck with an eyeful of her cartoonish like bulging biceps and a
more than pleasant down blouse view of her gorgeous teen breasts.

By now her gargantuan biceps and overall musculature had receded to her normal
but still impressive size. 14" biceps were nothing to sneeze at and yet
Lenny's eyes had watered and he sneezed anyway.

"Jealous much?" She flexed and laughed.

"No, not jealous ... envious maybe.

"Look at the big brain on Harvard." She smirked. "Many would characterize that
as a distinction without a difference, but not me ... As I told you before ...
I read."

"Go on." Lenny was interested to hear what this high school girl had to say.
In addition to a girl's physical attributes Leonard was often turned on by a
female's mental acuity.

"Clearly, what you are intimating is that you are readily admitting to
desiring my physical gifts for yourself but at the same time you are claiming
you don't resent me for possessing those gifts." She was so angry at the young
man she continued teasing him with her actual body until she noticed the
impressive bulge in his shorts.

"My, oh my." She pointed at his crotch. "Look at the big bulge on Harvard.
Does my perspicacity turn you on?" She smiled shyly and covered her mouth like
and embarrassed geisha.

"Are you surprised by my use of a big word like perspicacity?" Another shy
smile followed. "Listen up Lenny, you should know and understand that I know a
lot of big words, words like pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis and
if that doesn't impress you, I regularly use mayonnaise in everyday speech and
on certain sandwiches."

Lenny was beginning to really like this girl; beauty, brains, brawn, biceps,
and a delightful sense of humor. She was not only beautiful she was quick and
obviously smart. Nonetheless, he lowered his hands in embarrassment and
covered his groin area before heading downstairs to the dinning-room.

Beth was a guest in the house and understood her place. She silently followed,
set the table, and began preparing dinner.

A very loud doorbell rang out startling the two teens and Lenny quickly
punched a button activating the intercom.

"Yes, who is it?"

"County Police ... is Mr. Van Camp available.

"I'm Lenny Van Camp III." He nodded at his female guest for the first time
noticing her body while still impressive was now back to normal. "My father is
vacationing in Eastern Europe." Lenny was still fixated on Beth's body. Had he
imagined her ludicrous size earlier or was she an actual superwoman. "How can
I help you?" He asked.

"Is there a young lady staying at the house?" Beth nodded and whispered her
name.

"Yes, there is. Her name is Elizabeth Quinn. She's a summering house quest."

"We know about her and have some questions for the young lady." Lenard
immediately conjured up images of Beth burning her clothes and her previously
frightening physical proportions. "Okay, I'm buzzing you in now. I'll meet you
at the door."

"Hello officers, step right in." The two teens who had quickly changed into
clean shorts and t-shirts greeted the detectives warmly ushering them into the
dining area.

The officers introduced themselves as Roberta Dick and Thomas Jayne revealing
that they had been working together in homicide for just over a year.

"Really, Dick and Jayne." Leonard had spoken but both teens smirked.

"Your Captain must have a good sense of humor." Without asking Beth began
setting plates of food on the table in front of the two officers and wine
glasses for everyone.

"You'd think, but no." Jayne spoke for both of them. "The man lacks both humor
and common sense.:

"Okay then but if you wish to talk with us you must eat with us." Beth had
decanted a carafe of Pinot Grigio Chardonnay which would pair perfectly with
the salmon. She poured a glass for each. The two teens and the two detectives
began to eat and drink while engaging in small talk for a few minutes before
Robin got down to business.

"There were two brutal murders yesterday." The detectives both stared at Beth
hoping for a reaction.

"And?" Lenny asked for more.

"Elizabeth." Detective Jayne spoke first. "The guy at the Mexican restaurant
told us you left the place in the late morning and jogged up the hill toward
this house." He waited for her to respond but she remained silent.

"You likely ran by the site were the two brutal murders took place." Both
detectives remained silent for a bit hoping for a response before finally
asking her a direct question. "Ms. Quinn, did you see anything of interest?"

"First of all, I must correct you." She offered a wry smile. "Mr. Lopez is
Spanish not Mexican. While to you that may be a difference without
distinction, but I assure you he would think differently." She continued on
and answered his question.

"Please call me Beth." She smiled. "Yes, I did." She stood up and filled the
wine glasses. However, I feel compelled to correct you. "The restaurant of
which you speak features Spanish cuisine not Mexican. You guys are eating
there food now. There is a difference you know." Lenny smiled as the amazing
girl delivered a lesson in political correctness.

"Setting that aside, I believe I may have seen the killer. About half way up
the hill I encountered the biggest most scary man ..." She let her words trail
off before continuing on.

"He tried to block my way and grabbed for me. But I was too fast for him. I
feinted to my right and sped past him on his right. I was motivating over the
hill like the guy in the 1950's rock song and I never looked back.

"Maybelline, won't you be true." Leonard had recognized the Chuck Berry
classic and began to sing, poorly.

"Nice." Beth smiled at him broadly. "But don't quit school just yet, okay?"

"Detectives, who did he kill?" Beth asked as she opened a second bottle of
Pinot.

"No, you misunderstood." Detective Dick continued. "He wasn't the killer he
was the victim. He along with his partner were both found dead by a small
group of very traumatized bird watchers.

"How were they killed." Lenny asked.

"Gruesomely." Detective Jayne appeared to be as traumatized as the bird
watchers must have been.

"The two murdered men were mutilated, eviscerated, and decapitated." Jayne
hadn't minced words. "The big man's neck was broken, killing him instantly.
All of his limbs were sadistically wrenched from his torso, post mortem. Then
his head was twisted clean off and placed between his legs with his partner's
dick placed in his mouth." Jayne gulped uncomfortably. "The smaller man was
beaten mercilessly before someone or something squeezed his head until it
exploded like a watermelon at a Gallagher concert."

"Jesus, that sounds awful." Lenny threw-up in his mouth a little. "Like a
scene from a slasher film ... Yuck."

The detectives had numerous photos of the crime scene and of the mutilated
bodies but were reluctant to show any of them to the two teens.

"The graphic nature of the mutilations shown in these photos compels me to
warn you two kids that these photos are not for the squeamish." Detective Dick
sighed and breathed deeply unconsciously accentuating the fullness of her
heavy breasts.

"Who decides?" Lenny smiled at Beth.

"It's a saying ... people decide." Jayne responded looking perplexed.

"People? Who are these people?" Lenny had managed to deliver a decent Seinfeld
impression earning an appreciative smile from Bett Quinn.

"Who decides what is or isn't appropriate for viewing by the squeamish." Beth
chimed in.

"And ..." Lenny posed another question. "Who determines if someone is
squeamish? Is there a ratings board like the old Hayes Office for movies or a
blue-ribbon panel that classifies people as being squeamish or non-squeamish?"

"Yeah." Beth chimed in again. "Is there a test?"

"Knock it off kids." Detective Jayne was clearly getting pissed. "Show some
respect. Two men died today."

"Okay detectives ... You said someone or something did this to them. Do you
think it may have been an animal; a giant bear perhaps."

"That's unlikely. Animals rarely kill for sport. An animal would have eaten at
least a part of its kill. That didn't happen." Detective Jayne ate the final
piece of his salmon. "What remained of their bodies were intact; unsullied."

"You can't be certain of that." Beth had a smile on her face. "Maybe the
animal didn't like the taste or maybe it was a vegan." No one laughed.

"Enough with the small talk." Detective Jayne rose to his feet and spoke
directly to Beth Quinn. "The moment the Van Camp family registered Elizabeth
Quinn as a summer guest the police did a background check. Which is standard
procedure here." The detective sat down and folded his hands in front of him
before finishing off his salad.

"We learned that at the age of eleven you were a person of interest in the
death of a fourteen-year-old classmate. We wanted to investigate the
circumstances but your juvenile records were sealed." He sipped the wine,
rolled it around in his mouth, and nodded his approval towards Leonard.

"However, an enterprising summer intern in our office made an exhaustive
search of internet video postings from that year and uncovered an unauthorized
video that had been pirated from your school's security network.

"Take a look." Jayne handed his phone across the table to the two teens. Lenny
tapped his own cell on Jayne's phone and began fiddling with the keys.

Lenny pointed at the large 72" TV screen behind where they were sitting. The
frozen image of a pre-teen Elizabeth Quinn appeared on the screen. The video
advanced showing Beth speaking with a group of girls when a big teenaged
football player type approached from behind and started to massage Beth's
shoulders from behind.

It was difficult to believe that Beth Quinn was only eleven-years-old. She was
clearly pissed by the boy's unwelcomed groping and she was having none of it.
Beth wiggled free, turned, and hit the hulking boy in the face three times in
succession. The eleven-year-old delivered a short right cross, then a solid
left hook, followed by a devasting reverse elbow smash to his temple that was
the blow that sent the clearly stunned, embarrassed, and very angry young boy
to the ground.

Beth nonchalantly returned to talking with her friends as if nothing had
happened. She instinctively sensed that the six-foot nearly 210-pound
fourteen-year-old boy was fast approaching her from behind. Without even
looking at him she spun around and delivered a perfectly placed karate chop
across his throat rendering the boy totally helpless. He folded up like a
cheap suit dropping to his knees gasping for air, unable to breathe; he was
almost instantaneously dead. People, teachers, and students alike engulfed the
scene and the video abruptly concluded.

"Fuck you both." Beth was turning beet red, doing everything she could to
remain calm. She exhaled deeply. "What was the point of that?" She calmly
continued with her controlled breathing. "You think I enjoy seeing that? I
know what happened. I relive it almost every day." She lied.

'We also discovered the last month you were a person of interest relative to
the brutal beating and murder of your karate instructor."

"Fuck you, you fucking fucks." Beth looked disgusted with them. "That's
ancient history." Beth reminded the two cops that her instructor's death had
been attributed to a female weightlifter and an under twenty karate champion
named Amber Lynn Dahl, his nineteen-year-old prot�g� and teaching assistant.
She had been charged with second degree murder in absentia. She had taken off
with his car, money, and valuables.

"To the best of my knowledge, she hasn't been seen since."

"Until yesterday." Ms. Dick was ignoring Leonard and speaking directly to
Beth. "Yesterday Amber's mutilated body was found deep in the Woodside woods
where the excavation of the area making way for the construction of new homes
resulted in the discovery of an oversized suitcase in which her naked and
mutilated body had been stuffed." Detective Dick eagerly scooped a large
spoonful of the rice and made yum-yum noises. "It appears her murder and the
death of the giant in our woods are most assuredly connected."

"Really?" Lenny couldn't wait to hear Ms. Dick's rationale. "How so?"

"Ms. Dahl was found dead in a valise along with her decapitated head and each
of her limbs, limbs that had been ripped from her torso just like the man in
the woods." Ms. Dick took a deep breath showing off her generous boobs again
appeared to be trying to upstage Beth. "I rarely believe in coincidences kids
and this is much too big a coincidence for me to not believe in."

"Okay, we're finished here." Leonard began pacing around the room. "I know you
two are purported to be homicide detectives or at least you claim to be. If
true the two of you give a bad a name to country bumpkins."

Leonard Van Kamp the Third began scolding the shocked homicide detectives.

"You have interviewed, nee, interrogated a teenaged .... 'CHILD' ... without
parental consent. You have neglected to provide an advocate from Child
Services to ensure the barley eighteen-year-old child's rights ... which is
encouraged if not mandatory in this state.

"During this interrogation each of you were drinking and even worse you
allowed, nee, encouraged this child to drink wine; hoping I'm sure to
compromise her inhibitions. Throughout your interrogation you have on at least
three occasions referred to the two of us as kids and yet you have failed to
make known to this child her Miranda rights. You failed to inform the girl
that she is entitled to representation from a lawyer, free of charge should
she need it."

The two officers were silently staring at the youngster grateful there was no
evidence to support their claims.

"To top it off you have all but accused this 125-pound girl of a double murder
or a triple or even a quadruple murder, all without a shred of real evidence.
You have, without evidence, intimated that Beth Quinn a 125-pound teenaged
child physically overpowered two men in the woods and in the process
mutilated, and murdered a man who you described as being a heavily-muscled
seven-foot-four-inch tall 350-pound giant, tearing him asunder presumably with
bare hands."

"You violated Ms. Quinn's right to privacy by surreptitiously and illegally
examining videos related to her sealed juvenile records while also implying
that Beth, at the age of eighteen, murdered a male blackbelt karate champion
and subsequently killed and mutilated yet another blackbelt champion a Ms.
Amber Lynn Dahl."

"I hope that each of you and your department have good layers." Even though
Beth was eighteen Leonard had continually referred to Beth as a child
reinforcing for the officers that everything they had done was likely
unconstitutional and under the law a criminal act.

"Yeah well, you have no proof that any of what you claim actually happened."
Dick was smiling.

"Oh, contraire mon amie." Lenny was fluent in all of the romance languages,
French included.

"Detectives, everything said in this room tonight has been filmed and recorded
... My parents regularly tape their parties, social gathering, and meetings. I
took the liberty of doing the same." He smiled rakishly. "My dad is a mensch.
If there's an advantage to be had, he will pursue it ... as will I."

Lenny escorted the two detectives to the door informing them that copies of
their dinner conversation had already been e-mailed and texted to their
department head and to Internal Affairs.

As Detectives Dick and Jayne were heading towards their car they were no
longer smiling.

"Beth, we need to talk." Finally, alone with his house guest, Lenny began to
quiz her.

"Yes ... Guilty as charged."

"To what?"

"Everything."

Beth tearfully chronicled each of her killings for Lenny. She confessed that
her first kill was more or less an accident. She hadn't really meant to kill
the boy. However, she admitted she kind of sort of liked it. Her karate
teacher was another story. On Beth's birthday the man sexually accosted her
and when her adrenaline began to flow, she fully hulked out for the first time
and she beat the living shit out of the guy until he was stone cold dead.

Amber had witnessed the whole thing so a muscle crazed adrenalin fueled Beth
Quinn felt compelled to kill her too. She took the woman's body deep into the
woods, forcibly forced her into a suitcase piece by piece, and buried
everything in the woods.

Beth confessed that she was indirectly responsible for the death of her
doctor. When she, for the first time, revealed her fully adrenaline-fueled
body to him he freaked out. When he witnessed what he had wrought he suffered
a massive stroke and died in front of her.

When the quasi-giant and his disgusting friend confronted her on the trail,
rather than run, she decided to teach them a both lesson so the Might Quinn
annihilated, brutalized, and killed the both of them.

"Don't freak out but watch this."

Beth removed all of her clothing and willed massive doses of adrenaline to
surge through her body and with that the five-foot-four-inch
one-hundred-twenty-five-pound teenaged girl inexplicably began to grow and
grow and grow stopping at six-foot-four-inches, 240 pounds of muscle. She
began tightening her muscles and Lenny nearly feinted. Her emerging body
appeared to be chiseled out of marble, but marble was unlikely to be as dense.

She struck a double-bicep pose and in the blink of an eye her cartoonishly
large muscles exploded beyond comprehension. Her biceps actually tripled in
size easily exceeded 44" of sinewy veined intimidating female power which was
incredible for a girl her size, for a girl any size.

Her breasts supported by her unreal pictorial muscles were equally as large
and gravity defying. Lenny wasn't about to ask her but he estimated 42DD at a
minimum. Her already ripped six-pack had instantly improved to an eight-pack
with thick slabs of abdominal muscles. Her hugely muscled thighs and her
diamond shaped pulsating calves completed a package that many would consider
to be the perfect woman

"So, Lenny." She grinned. "What do you think?"

"Wow." Lenny tentatively reached over to her and placed one hand on her
ever-expanding right bicep. "Wow." She smiled at him and when she flexed
again, he nearly came in his shorts. "Wow."

"Three wows." I'm flattered. "Seriously I want to thank you for shutting down
those clowns. You really defended me well. What do you think will happen to
them when they get back to the station?"

"Beth, I don't give a rat's ass about them." His look of awe had instantly
turned to one of worry. "What concerns me is what will likely happen to you."

Lenny explained that while officers Dick and Jayne would undoubtedly face
severe disciplinary sanctions and charges for their inappropriate actions
ultimately their superiors and colleagues will rally around their
'brothers-in-law' and embrace their theories and suspicions.

Once they do, they will go about assiduously compiling up mounds and mounds of
circumstantial evidence pointing directly at you. At that point in time your
ultimate fate will be determined. The District Attorney will weigh the
preponderance of the evidence and decide whether to convene a grand jury
petitioning for an inditement and multiple murder charges or he will opt to
continue compiling more evidence against you until he feels the case to be
airtight.

"As I see it you have two choices - you can wait it out and hope for the best
or you can get out of dodge." He stroked her hair lovingly and added. "With
me."

"This has the potential to develop into a high-profile case so the DA will be
incentivized to pursue an inditement."

"What do think I should do." Beth looked worried and she said so. "Lenny, I'm
worried."

"Beth, that's not my call but you need to decide quickly."

To be continued.