Judi Gets Big - Part 1 

"Had the wish only come half true," I wondered.

I still had almost no boobs to speak of, but I did have muscles. Larger muscles 
than an athlete would have, so it was obvious I trained with weights. I flexed 
my right arm, and blushed as a large bicep rose upwards to greet my palm. Not 
quite round, it was larger near my elbow and smaller as it met my shoulder. As 
big as a tangerine! I brought up my left arm into a similar pose, and 
practically giggled with delight. Identical to my right, even down to the thick 
blue veins that ran along their iron surface. I took my left hand and cupped it 
around my right bicep, as best I could. It's actually more than my hand could 
hold! The hardness - incredible! I squeezed and even with the strength I must 
possess I couldn't dent it. Surely, I must be strong? With these awesome muscles 
- how could I be otherwise. I flexed a few more times, worshiping every little 
twitch and ripple as my peaks rose higher. This is exactly what I wished for! I 
reluctantly relaxed my mighty arms to check out my other muscles. No surprise 
there - stunning! I could play tic-tac-toe on my stomach. Deep crevices 
separated each brick of my amazing abs. I had no clue how to flex these to check 
them out, but no need. Anyone on this planet would recognize their power. My 
gaze traveled downward to my thighs. "My God, how would I hide these things?" I 
definitely had the muscles of a bodybuilder, but did I have the strength as 
well? I guess I'll have to find something to lift. I remembered seeing the 
weight set that had magically appeared at the foot of my bed. A girls bedroom, 
all frilly and pink with a large bay window overlooking the backyard. "Not where 
you'd expect to find a set of overloaded barbells," I thought as I headed 
towards them. "Well iron, its time to meet my muscles," I said to no one in 
particular as I bent down to grasp the bar. Nervous, as I didn't know what to 
expect, I curled the heavy weight up to my shoulders. "Unreal, it's not heavy!" 
I exclaimed. "I've got super strength!" "I've really got super strength!" I 
pushed the bar above my chest, over my head as far as my arms could reach. Still 
light. I pulled the bar down and did a quick ten curls. I turned the bar on it's 
end so I could read the numbers on the weights. Twenty-five pounds. There were 
five of these discs - incredible, one hundred twenty-five pounds, each side, 
wow, two hundred fifty pounds! My stunned look of amazement must have grown even 
further when I looked down and realized I'd been holding the bar with only my 
right hand. I pushed the weight above my head with just my right arm. Easy. A 
dozen presses like this for my right arm and then a dozen for my left. I raced 
back into my bathroom and flexed my biceps in front of the mirror. All this 
exercise had caused them to become engorged with blood. They swelled up even 
larger than before, and felt hot to the touch. Now these puppies I couldn't hide 
until the swelling goes down. "I'll need to name you boys," I thought to myself. 
Now what. I mean I must be able to lift at least five hundred pounds over my 
head and considering how light the barbell felt, probably much, much more. Right 
now I might just be the strongest person on Earth. Possible, but what else could 
I test my strength on? The heaviest things in the house are downstairs where Mom 
was finishing lunch - the fridge and her white grand piano. Anytime now the cab 
would come, and she'd be heading off to the concert hall for her all too 
frequent practice. "Time for me to find my new muscle girl costume," I thought. 
I jumped to lay down on my bed to think over the problem, my mighty leg muscles 
sending me a little further than I thought to crash against the headboard. 
"Ouch!" "I might be a super girl, but I still feel pain."

"Judi, are you alright," my Mom yelled up the stairs.
"Yes, Mom, I just bumped my head a little bit," I shouted back down.
"Well, I'm off to the concert hall." "Please don't forget to do your work in the 
backyard today." she said, as the front door clicked shut behind her.

Now, I locked my hands behind my head, resting my head on my large biceps as I 
thought about what to do next. I needed to try lifting both the fridge and the 
big piano, but I needed a super hero name too, and a costume to wear, and I also 
really wanted to think up a cool name for each of my biceps.

Mr. Moto, my cat, jumped up onto the dresser, lovingly saw me, and then took a 
long leap across the room. Landing on my bare stomach before I could roll out of 
the way. Instead of the usual whoosh of air leaving my lungs, poor Mr. Motto 
bounced off and onto the floor.

"Silly Mr. Moto," I laughed. "You can't expect to surprise a muscle girl!"

"Now what should I wear?" I shouted to Mr. Moto as I leap off my bed. "Ouch!" 
Once again, my powerful leg muscles shot me up to bump my head on the ceiling. 
"I'm going to have to be extra careful with all these muscles. I rummaged 
through my closet from end to end, but the spell which gave me my ultra body, 
didn't enlarge any of my clothes to fit. "Oh well. I'm a big bodybuilder, but 
I'm not so big that I shouldn't be able to wear some of my larger clothes." I 
grabbed a pair of blue lycra sport shorts, and an old red cotton sweatshirt 
where the color had run. I lay on the bed and pulled on my shorts - until they 
got stuck. I couldn't get either opening past the start of my massive thighs! 
They barely went past my softball-sized calves. I guess they were bigger than 
softballs, but they would never go past my monstrous thighs. I couldn't believe 
it. I tried again, but my great strength caused me to tear my shorts in half 
like soggy paper.

Next my oversized sweatshirt went over my head, and I pulled it down where it 
fit like a tight second skin. The same with my work jeans. If I didn't have mega 
strength, I'd never have pulled them up to my tiny waist. I padded into my 
bathroom and gazed at my clothed body. Every mighty muscle was clearly defined 
under my too tight clothing. "So much for keeping a secret identity," I thought. 
"My jeans are stretched so thin over my quads they're practically see through. I 
bounded out my bathroom, leg muscles rippling, and headed down the stairs, 
taking extra care with my leg strength. First the fridge I thought as I raced 
into the kitchen with Mr. Moto trailing along behind. "Now Mr. Moto, where do 
you think I should grab this fridge - no handles?" Mr. Moto answered with a purr 
as he always does, and I put a hand on each side of the fridge and pulled it 
into the center of the kitchen. It slid easily, and I told Mr. Moto so as I 
knelt behind and pulled out the plug. "Well Mr. Moto here goes," I said, as I 
placed a hand on either side full well knowing the outcome. A little heave and 
the fridge sailed upwards as if it were a plastic furniture store prop. "No 
challenge for a super girl, Mr. Moto!" I decided to pump the fridge above my 
head until I got tired. Just to see. In no time I'd pumped the fridge a hundred 
times and gave up not because it was heavy. Just cause I was bored, but really 
because my hands were denting the metal. I replaced the fridge and headed off to 
the salon and the big white piano, with my fan club, Mr. Moto following. I had 
to be very careful with the piano, any damage to it, and being a super girl 
wouldn't save me from an angry mom. I crouched down and crawled under the piano 
where there was plenty of room for me to kneel underneath. I didn't know what 
our fridge weighed, but I do know this piano weighs one thousand, three hundred, 
sixty two pounds. It's printed on a metal plate just above my head. Obviously, 
if I can lift this I'm the strongest person on Earth. I shooed Mr. Moto out of 
the way just in case I dropped this thing, but I confidently knew I could handle 
it. Massive quads flexed, each thicker than both my legs together before the 
transformation. Obscenely large calf muscles swelled larger than softballs, as 
large as grapefruit, as a mountain of teen power rose up with the piano 
cascading above. "Tah-da," I shouted to Mr. Moto. "A real super girl. Now I need 
a real test of strength."

I headed back upstairs and peeled off my sweatshirt. I flexed my beautiful 
pumped-up biceps and decided on their names. "I will call you Mt. Fuji," I said 
to my swollen right bicep. "The largest mountain in Japan. You I will call 
Yamato I said to my massive left. You're named after the largest battleship." I 
got dressed again and headed into the backyard. My job was to prune the big plum 
trees by our side of the lake. "Time for super girl to get to work," I said to 
myself as I grabbed the clippers. In less than a minute I'd sped to each tree 
and done my clipping, using my leg muscles to propel me upwards to the highest 
branches. I carted the cut branches to the side of the house, and dropped them 
with a wicked grin. The workmen next door had left a real test of my strength 
here. Our neighbors were getting a pool built outside, and here sat a small 
earthmover and three solid pallets of sacks of cement. A glance told me each 
sack weighed one hundred ten pounds, and there were thirty two on the first 
pallet. "No time to add," I thought, and I reached under the pallet and easily 
lifted it overhead. It did feel heavy, but I was able to lift it. I guess a ton 
and a half of weight must be near my limit. The same weight as most cars! "Boy, 
being a super girl is gonna be fun!"

I had to think of somewhere to go to test my strength even further, and show off 
to the boys. But it would have to be somewhere other than the usual. My friends 
might see me. What would they think of this awesome fourteen year old Japanese 
bodybuilder? I headed back inside to rest my muscles. The swelling from my 
exercise made my clothes hard to move in. I checked my breathtaking body in the 
mirror again, and noticed my boobs - bigger! My boobs were bigger. I peeled off 
my shirt again and checked out my larger boobs. It looked like I gained a whole 
inch since I'd last checked a half-hour ago. Maybe the second part of my wish 
would come true too! I ran and grabbed the tape measure from the downstairs 
bathroom and rapidly back up the stairs. Again, I ran faster than I should have, 
but I didn't bump my head this time. I placed the tape measure around my chest 
and gasped. Mr. Moto wasn't around to brag to, but I swelled with pride at my 44 
inch chest, that was 42 inches of muscle just below my breasts. That makes me a 
B-cup, which although still small, was pretty respectable for a teenage titan.

I grabbed my shirt, jumped down the stairs, and zipped out the front door. The 
door slammed shut a lot more than it should have, but I didn't break it. I was 
down the block in seconds, and forcing myself to move more slowly the remainder 
of the distance to the bus stop. I had a few minutes to wait, so I sat down on 
the bench and stared at my boobs willing them to grow bigger. After ten minutes 
and no change I fell asleep until there was a big crash behind me as two older 
boys came into the shelter. They were pointing at me and snickering to 
themselves. All of a sudden, I felt so self conscious with my enormous muscles 
virtually bursting through my clothes.

"Hey baby can I feel your bicep." the older one smirked.
"Leave me alone," I said firmly.
"Come on baby, let me feel your little muscle."
"Leave me alone before I call the police." I could have used my monster arms to 
crush his skull like a grape.
"Come on Mike, leave her alone. Look at all that beef. She's probably as strong 
as a tank," said the smaller one.
"She can't be as strong as a guy, stupid. She's a girl. And look at those big 
titties she has. I want me some of them."

That last remark from the one called Mike caused me to falter a bit. Big titties 
- me? I must have grown more in the short time since I'd left the house.

"I'm stronger than you, so you'd better just leave right now."

Faster than I could have imagined, faster than Mr. Moto's jump, he punched me in 
the stomach. It knocked me back a step, but I barely felt the blow. Just out of 
instinct I punched back. I never meant to, it just happened. Mike flew back 
about 4 feet, and crashed into the back of the shelter. He crumpled to the 
ground, and you could see the dent in the wood of the shelter where he'd hit. I 
angrily reached out and grabbed the other with one hand and lifted him 
helplessly above me.

"No stop, I wouldn't hurt you. I love your big muscles," he whined.

My anger almost subsided with his cowering voice. Tell me more I almost pleaded. 
I needed some reassurance after the mighty changes I'd undergone.
"You're like a busty, muscle goddess. I think you're breathtaking." I blushed 
and all the anger that flooded through me moments ago was gone.

"You like my muscles?" I asked.

"You're like the cutest babe I've ever seen. A radical super babe. All buff with 
those huge muscles. I mean Mike couldn't even make you wince and you clocked him 
good."
"Well, Mike can crawl home like the worm he is, but you, you're coming with me."

I dropped him down onto the bench, and placing my hands on my hips, blocked his 
avenue of escape. Not that he could outrun me anyway. I seem to have developed 
super speed as well as strength from the change. He told me his name was Steve, 
and I told him to be quiet or I'd crush him. The small amount of exercise hadn't 
done my wardrobe much good. The front of my sweatshirt had torn several inches 
exposing substantial cleavage. "Not bad for an oriental girl," I thought. But 
that's not the only place my shirt was torn. Apparently, the delicious Mt. Fuji 
could not longer be constrained. If I was to be a super girl, I was surely the 
worst dressed one ever. I made a mental note to run the tape measure over my 
peaks when I got home. Awesome!

We boarded the bus together, and I dropped in my $1.50.

"Whoa, lady. Hold it right there," chimed the bus driver. "It's $2.25 for over 
18."
"But I'm only 14," I replied.
"Right lady. You must be at least 25 looking like that. Now $2.25 or off the 
bus."
I sheepishly paid and quickly walked to the back of the packed bus to sit next 
to Steve. "Me 25," I wondered. The transformation hadn't made me older. I didn't 
even look older than 14. I guess it's just that no fourteen year old is built 
like me. Inside I laughed at the thought. But I guess built, stacked, buff or 
whatever the current term is - I'm it. "What had Steve said? A busty muscle 
goddess." Well that was way over the top, but I imagine I'm closer to it than 
anyone in this town.

As the bus took us on the long journey to the mall, I noticed furtive stares 
from anyone on the bus near enough to sneak a peek. Some were very obvious, they 
didn't turn away at all. It seemed like everyone was staring at my boobs as they 
jiggled whenever we hit even the smallest of bumps. And there was nothing I 
could do to stop them from bouncing. I'd never even owned a bra before.

I could tell Steve was entranced by my bobbing boobies, probably wishing he was 
sitting across from me so he could get a better peek. He was trying to be 
discreet, but I could see his eyes moving ever closer. So I reached over, 
grabbed his hand, and held it iron tight against my rock-like quad. I knew what 
an erection was, and boy did Steve have one!


We finally arrived at the mall, and I herded Steve off the bus, still held tight 
in my iron grip.
"You try to run away," I stated, "And I'll smash you."
"I don't want to run away," he stammered. "I want to be with you."
"Then it's time to spend your money."
I carted Steve into the near empty mall where my first joy was to take $400 from 
his bank machine. What bothered me most, is that he would have probably just 
given it to me anyway. I then gave him a single slap on the butt with about half 
my strength. That lifted him a foot off the ground, and he ran off as fast as he 
could. I'm sure he won't be able to sit down for a week.

I wandered the mall looking for clothes that would fit, but looked cool too. I 
was also really hungry.

I settled on one of the Department Stores, cause I really needed a bra - fast. 
Everyone I'd passed stared at my leaping boobies. I went into the teen section 
and started picking out the clothes I needed. Finally I stopped in front of the 
packages of bras. Never having the need to wear a bra before, I was overwhelmed 
at the options. Besides, what size was I? And would I just outgrow the thing in 
another hour? I stared down at my cleavage looking for answers. I was big, 
that's for sure! My muscular chest stood way out at 42 inches, and strapped onto 
the front are two huge boobs.

"Don't know your size honey?" said a matronly clerk, taking my bundle of 
clothes.
"What? I stammered out.
"I could see you talking to your bust. Why don't we go in the back for a 
fitting."
"Gee thanks." I felt so embarrassed again. Caught in the store talking to 
myself. But not just to myself, my boobs.

"Take off your top please."
"Really?"
"Yes, if you want a proper fitting. Now be quick, I've got other customers."
Again my top came off, and I stood there, huge muscles obscenely bulging 
everywhere as she calmly placed the tape measure around my immense chest.
"44 inches."
44 inches? I'd been 42 when I measured at home this morning. "I'm still 
growing," I thought with a bit of shock. I don't want to get bigger. I want to 
be able to hide these things. No wonder I'd split my sleeves. My arms must have 
increased in size too.

"52 inches! My, you certainly are a big one. We don't carry too many your size. 
Just a moment and I'll be right back."

She slipped out of the room, leaving me staring at my big boobs in the mirror 
for the first time. Shaped like vastly oversized pears, they hung like giant 
teardrops down the front of my generous chest.  Two inches above my belly button 
they stopped, almost ruining the view of my magnificent abs. My aureole were 
like very dark silver dollars, and short, fat nipples protruded from the 
centers. I made a slight movement and my boobs swished across my chest. I cupped 
them both, soft, warm, and sensuously hefty.

The clerk returned with only a couple of bras, and I choose the cheaper one. No 
point wasting money if I'm still growing. "What would Mom say," I puzzled to 
myself. Her daughter in grade 9, mistaken for a 25 year old, ripened to immense 
proportions, super strength, super speed, and who knew what other powers.

The clerk had to show me how to fasten my new cotton prison. Next came a XXL 
yellow cotton t-shirt. That was the biggest on the shelf, but thankfully it fit. 
Snug, but I could live with that. Next a black leather skirt. It was Steve's 
money after all, and Mom was gonna freak anyway. I figure a skirt would fit me 
no problem. Wrong again. Although ok in the waist, it couldn't go completely 
around my thighs, leaving a slit provocatively up the side. Well, I was 
tastefully dressed, substantially poorer, but looking really freaky with my 
jumbo arms crowding my sleeves.

I headed out and down the escalator to the food fair. My correctly clothed bod 
was still getting stares from every man, woman, and child around. Was I that 
much of an oddity? I settled on Mexican food, and carried away a tray overloaded 
with greasy tacos and more. All the changes had really increased my appetite, 
but I knew my growth was slowing down, so probably the last monster meal I would 
ever eat.

A husky boy sat down across from me. He was handsome with blonde hair, and 
grayish eyes. "I'm Brad," he said, and I introduced myself as well. I was really 
quite a plain looking girl before the transformation, and still was. I'd never 
attracted a single boy before, but now I could have my pick of any. I slightly 
flexed and unflexed my arms, causing major heavyweight muscle to dance before 
his eyes.

"Incredible!"
 End of Part One --